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So in episode 3 of never stop blowing up, Ally's character Russ is able to stop the Russian lady, and we find out I believe that she's a shadow falcon, I could be wrong on that but if she is then, we also find out she has a throat purse we can asume that because they're a bird organization all members of that school have them and bird have it's either there belly or a spot in there throat full of rocks to help digest food so Brennan without even knowing probably that he made yet ANOTHER bird fact reference!!!!!! Thankyou for coming to my Ted talk.

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Last Updated 12/8/2023

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This list contains any recommendation I have ever made featuring Soap.

Thunderstorms and Dog Tags by @bloodonmyhands-1221 - Based on this request: Smut request (preferably Soap but use whoever you feel suits this). But you wearing his dog tags (and only the tags, nothing else) while doing the do -- and it just does something to him

(Un)bearable by @placeinthemiddleofnowhere - Reader is new to the 141 and despite coming in hand picked by Price, Soap can’t seem to get his head round the fact that you’re on his team. Soon silly little arguments turn physical and well…there’s more than one way to decide who’s top dog.

(Un)bearable Part 2 by @placeinthemiddleofnowhere - Reader is new to the 141 and despite coming in hand picked by Price, Soap can’t seem to get his head round the fact that you’re on his team. Soon silly little arguments turn physical and well…there’s more than one way to decide who’s top dog.

Unstable Ordinance by @deadbranch - Set in the aftermath of The Killing Moon, Task Force 141 has disbanded, so Soap reintegrates into the regular army. He never imagined he would find love again, especially from the stoic beauty who's been serving alongside him for months.

Waltz Midnight Rambles: Soap by @waltzthegenderfluidpan - You get drunk in a bar with the 141 and Soap takes you home. I don’t want to spoil it anymore but I will say it’s funny, fluffy, and cute!

Which Witch by @peachesofteal - Soap x Witch Reader

Working Hard or Hardly Working by @the-slasher-files - A smutty fic totally inspired by a friend who said he was hungry and wanted to leave work so he could eat pussy lol... and Mr Soap is the man with that energy. Fem reader with female anatomy... enjoy

Wrath by @mykneeshurt - Part of the 7 deadly sins series (check it out!) Enemies to...lovers? Sexual Partners? IDK but it is hot. Another Rough Soap.

Your Friendly Neighbor by@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world - Soap comes home from leave and realizes he has a new neighbor…

Your Wildest Dreams by @nightingale-ghost-writer - In a mission gone wrong, you and Soap have to hole up in a safehouse, trying to stay warm during the cold Russian winter

Soap w/Secretary GF by @victoria-grimesss - Smutty office theme!

Don’t Blame Me by @bloodyknucklesforme - John 'Soap' Mactavish never thought a simple escort mission could change his life entirely.

What’dya Just Call Me? By @ink-n-shadowfiction - Based on this ask: 141 bois with a fem!reader that slips up mid-fuck and calls them daddy 👀 how would they react?

Heart Eyes by @halcyone-of-the-sea - Being a medic wasn't pretty, but when your boyfriend was the subject under your needle you can't help but enjoy his unwavering gaze. Today, he has something to share with you.

Relief by @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff - It's the end of another mission, and you're ready to unwind with your new favourite destresser - casual sex with Soap.

From Ten to Twenty and Beyond by @halcyone-of-the-sea - You've known him ever since the incident on the playground, and now you can't help but imagine that same boy as you watch him make supper with flour in his hair.

Viking Soap by @ghouljams

Viking Soap Part 2

Needed Me by @blingblong55 - Adding fuel to the fire with Johnny coming home to his lass cooking his favorite dish and rewarding his lass with a good fuck doggy style on the kitchen island. The lass is missing her husband after all :3

Dessert First by @bloodyknucklesforme

Pulse. Skin. Soap. by @undercoverpena

Bodyguard Soap by @captainfern

First Kisses by @nrdmssgs

Soap Kinktober Day 2 by @darthglitterfanfiction

Same Time Zone by @imperihoe-writes - Johnny is finally coming home to his girlfriend.

Battered and Bearded by @saintship

Day 3 kinktober (Phone Sex with Soap) by @bits-and-babs

Shot Through With Gold by @siriusleee  - I smashed the whole house to bits,” Johnny keeps going, turning to put the milk in the refrigerator. “Had to get Simon over here to help me put it back together. It was his idea by the way. To get the mug fixed. He said you’d be mad if it was gone when you came home.

Life Snaps By in Flashes by @halcyone-of-the-sea - A collection of memories from the second he laid eyes on you. All flashing past in the soft buzzing of the overhead lights.Flight Risk by @saintship - Based on prompt request “you’re safe with me”

Find Me by @halcyone-of-the-sea - You're finally back in One-Four-One's hands, but that doesn't mean you're saved. Johnny tracks you down after a violent episode

Totally Platonic by @kechiwrites - soap helps you give your ex something real to worry about.

Entanglement by @luminousbeings-crudematter

Entanglement Part 2

Soap Headcanons by @glitterypirateduck

The Thing About Arsenal by @deadbranch - You want some personal time with Soap, but he’s occupied with watching the match.  Until he’s not.

Rain by @mykneeshurt

Tough Spot by @groguspicklejar - It's not an ideal situation, but Johnny makes the most of it.

Soap + First Time by @darthglitterfanfiction

Possessive Best Friend Soap by @cumikering

Desperate by @miniwheat77

Desire Paths by @ceilidho - You've been best friends with Johnny for most of your life. You're not sure when things started to cross the line.

Still The Same Fools by @halcyone-of-the-sea - There was always a rivalry between you two - that hasn't changed even if both of you have. Years later, the boiling point is finally met.

An Oath of Rose Briar by @cowyolks - It was always nightfall when he’d sneak into your chambers, yearning for love that tears apart at the seams. You didn’t know forbidden love could taste so divinely sweet.

Birfday Soap by @writeforfandoms

Smut Drabble 1 by @unreliablesnake

Guile and Guilt by @the-californicationist - Your best friend has warned you to stay far, far away from her younger brother — infamous party boy, Sergeant Johnny MacTavish. However, when she asks you to be her maid of honor in her wedding, you and Johnny end up closer than you ever expected.

Whimpering Soap by @captainfern

Running Home to Your Sweet Nothings by @kitkatscabinet - Simon’s older sister is his entire world, the last person he has left, and someone he's fiercely overprotective of. This is too bad for Soap, who falls head over heels at first sight.

Bodyguard Soap by @siriusleee - Based on my request for a bodyguard Soap AU

Trigger Finger by @brewed-pangolin - On mission you can't stop thinking about Soap's gloved fingers.

First Date by @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

Bubble Butt by @brewed-pangolin

Last Christmas by @siriusleee - You need a date for your family's Christmas dinner. Johnny is willing to be it.

1405 Peach Tree Lane

Pairing: Older!Neighbor!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You like to watch your older, tatted shirtless neighbor now his lawn. He likes to watch you laying by your parents’ pool in those swimsuits that make his mouth water. Eventually, the inevitable happens when he invites you across the street for a drink.

Word Count: 8.2K

Tags: 🔥SMUT, modern au, age gap (Eddie 40s, Reader 20s), daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, slight breeding kink, spitting, light dom/sub, unprotected sex (reader has an iud), oral sex, p in v sex, shower sex, masturbation in a hot tub

(A/N: This is some of the filthiest shit I think I've ever written. You're welcome. Also I was very quick with the proofread, so if you see any spelling or grammar mistakes, no you don't.)

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Everyone in the posh gated community of Forest Hills knew about 1405 Peach Tree Lane.

The house was beautiful, as were all the houses in the upper-crust neighborhood- but the house wasn’t what people paid attention to.

Every housewife in the neighborhood knew that if they were lucky and timed their morning jog just right, they’d catch a glimpse of the toned, inked-up adonis who lived there while he shirtlessly mowed his lush green lawn. 

You might not have done much speaking with the housewives in your parents’ neighborhood, but you knew about 1405 Peach Tree Lane- you had a perfect view of its front lawn from your lounge chair by the pool in your parents’ backyard. Luckily for you, all that separated your backyard from 1405 was a short wrought iron fence and a narrow stretch of road.

You didn’t mind living with your parents during the summers you spent home from college; they gave you plenty of freedom and while they were at work during the day, you got to spend the afternoon lounging by the pool, reading a book and soaking up the sun.  

As well as soaking up the view of the way that same sunlight glinted off Mr. 1405’s sweaty, ink-riddled skin. 

You didn’t speak to him- what would you even say? “Hi, it’s nice to meet you, my favorite part of the day is guessing what your tattoos mean.”? Or maybe, “Hey there neighbor, mind if I count the freckles on your shoulders? It’s for science.”

Eventually, the inevitable happened- he caught you staring. 

He didn’t make it awkward, though. In fact, from the way he simply smiled and waved at you, you wondered if he thought your eyes meeting him had just been a coincidence, and you hadn’t been ogling him for the past thirty minutes and some change. You’d smiled back, thankful for your huge sunglasses that hid the way your eyes had widened under his attention, and waved in return. 

An even bigger surprise had been that he spoke to you this time. 

“That book any good?” 

His voice, heavy with labored breathing under the exhaustion from finishing up his lawn work, had caught you completely off guard. You’d laughed nervously, sticking your bookmark between the pages and pushing yourself up from your face-down position on the flattened lounge chair. 

“Oh! Ah-ha, uhm, yeah!” you shifted your weight back until you were sitting on spread knees and looking up at the source of the voice. On the other side of your parents’ fence stood Mr. 1405 Peach Tree Lane, sweaty and slightly sunburned on the tops of his shoulders. His curly brown hair had been piled into a messy knot atop his head, and you took note of the details that you hadn’t noticed from far away- a smattering of silver studs that decorated his ears, along with one on his nose. Five o’clock shadow that dusted his jawline. A more detailed view of his tattoos, some of which looked older than others but all of which looked very, very sexy on this man who had so much sex appeal already. 

The crinkling of his plastic water bottle as he squeezed about half of it into his mouth filled the silence between you. After a loud gulp he piped up again.

“What’s it about?”

Your brow wrinkled confusedly before you remembered that he had just asked you about your book. “Oh!” you replied dumbly, looking down at the book as if you had completely forgotten that books even existed- looking at him had taken up your entire mental capacity, apparently. “It’s, uh, it’s a memoir! It’s this cool old lady’s life story, she does not hold back, so the narration is pretty hilarious a lot of the time.”

The inked-up Greek god smiled and nodded, eyebrows raising in interest. “That does sound good.” he mused, and his voice took on a slyer tone when he added, “What’s your definition of old, like thirty-five?” He chuckled as if he’d just told a funny joke, but your smile had all but fallen from your face. 

“That’s not old,” you replied, not taking the joke, “This author was in her late seventies when she published this book, but even with that being said, this book is just told through such a youthful spirit- it’s easy to forget how old the author is when looking at her words.” You gripped the paperback a little tighter in your sweaty hands. “Plus, old people definitely don’t have the energy to mow their own lawns, and I have a feeling you’re not thirty-five.” 

That seemed to catch him off-guard. A surprised laugh escaped him, exploding from his lips before they formed an intrigued grin and his arms crossed over his tattooed chest. 

“Oh yeah? How old do I look, then?”

You grinned back, making a show of removing your sunglasses so that you could peer at him with greater focus. “Hmmmmmm…thirty-six?” 

Another laugh, this one heartier than the last. “You flatter me, sweetheart.” 

God, his voice is like brown sugar.

You tried again. “Forty, then.”

“Older.”

“No way.”

His grin became a smirk. “Are you patronizing me right now?”

You threw up a girl scout salute. “Scout’s honor, I would never.” 

He chuckled. “Well, girl scout, I’ll be forty-five next month.”

“I’ll be sure to warn my parents about the rager you’ll be throwing.”

He peered up at your house behind you, like he just now noticed its- and your parents’- existence. “Nah,” he said, “No ragers for me, that ship sailed when I was your age.”

You smiled sweetly, placing your sunglasses atop your head. “At least let me bake you a cake, then, wouldn’t be neighborly to let you have a boring birthday.”

“You’d bake a cake for ‘lil old me, sweetheart?” His tattooed hand splayed over his heart, sweaty and shining in the blaring afternoon sun.

You giggled. You could get used to Mr. 1405 calling you ‘sweetheart’. 

“Sure thing, just tell me what name to write in between ‘happy birthday’ and ‘forever young’.”

A flash of dazzling white teeth replied, “Eddie. Eddie Munson.” 

That was when you rose a step above the housewives of Forest Hills- to them, he was still Mr. 1405, but to you? He was Eddie Munson.

You entertained yourselves with little conversations here and there whenever Eddie worked out on his lawn. You, always in a swimsuit and him, never wearing a shirt. You would ask him about his tattoos- what they symbolized, which ones he’d drawn himself before they were replicated on his flesh. He would ask you about what you were reading- it was always changing. Sometimes nonfiction, sometimes romance, fantasy, lit fic… he seemed impressed by your insatiable reading habits. 

One day, however, he’d been particularly interested in a book whose cover bore a bare-chested  gentleman and particularly busty woman in a corset. 

“What’s today’s read, girl scout?” Eddie had greeted you with a nod toward the obviously risque reading material and a knowing smirk as he let his arms dangle over the black bars of your fence. 

You looked up, glowing from the sweat that’s gathered on your dewy summer skin and smiled tightly. “Oh, just a period romance. Ball gowns, forbidden love, the scandalous touching of hands without gloves on- things like that.”

“From the looks of that cover, I don’t think their hands are the only naked body parts touching in that story.” 

You laughed, glancing at the cover as Eddie waggled his eyebrows. “You’re probably right, but who knows? I’m only on the second chapter. I’ll keep you posted though.” you punctuated that last part with a wink. 

“Oh please do, princess,” Eddie said with a wolfish grin. “I love a good smutty romance novel.” 

You gawked. “No way you read this shit, you’re bluffing.”

Eddie raised a hand as if swearing on a bible. “Scout’s honor.” he said, mimicking your swear from the day you’d met. 

You shook your head, smiling ear to ear. “You must be the first man I’ve met who openly admits to reading smut, and I respect that.”

Eddie shrugged. “Easiest way to know what women want- they’re literally writing me an instruction manual. It’d be stupid not to read them.”

You bit your bottom lip before you could stop yourself, making a mental note of that little tidbit of information. “And you enjoy them?”

“It’s porn, sweetheart,” he said, gazing at you incredulously. “Who wouldn’t enjoy it?”

“It’s porn with a plot.”

“I’m a sucker for a good plot, especially if the plot involves sucking.”

You barked out a laugh. “And one could also argue that it’s more emotional porn than physical.”

“Are you insinuating that I don’t have a heart? Because I’ve got one, princess, and it bleeds, it yearns-”

Eddie pantomimed grasping at his own heart in his chest, putting on a fucking one-man show as he hung onto the fence for dear life as if his heart were truly bleeding out. You laughed- that was something that seemed to happen more when Eddie was around- you laughed more than usual, so much that you found your cheeks aching whenever he walked away. 

This time, something else ached as you watched him return to his lawn. As you continued to read, you were acutely aware of the heat between your thighs, the wetness that accumulated as you pictured corseted girls and muscled viscounts making eyes at each other across a sea of dancing courtiers. You imagined yourself, cornered in a rich rose garden bathed in moonlight, struggling to stifle your moans as a man in a tailcoat left a mark on your neck. You felt his hand hiking up your layers of petticoats until it reached your thigh, the only thing separating skin from skin being the white fabric of his gloves. You pictured his eyes, brown and bottomless as he moaned at the feeling of your hands tangled and tugging on his soft brown curls-

Uh oh. 

You took a deep breath, bookmarked your page, and slipped into the cold water of the pool. You sincerely hoped that Eddie hadn’t been serious about an update on the smut in your novel; you didn’t exactly want to let slip that at some point, you’d stopped picturing the viscount and started picturing him. 

But would he mind? Would he be upset to know that you’d pictured his hands on you, his lips on your pulse, your fingers in his hair? 

You weren’t sure he would. 

In fact, you had a feeling he might actually picture you in situations that weren’t too different. After all, you weren’t blind- you’d noticed the way his eyes would flit down from your face when the two of you were talking. He didn’t seem to put much effort into hiding his once-overs, his raking gaze that seemed more than pleased by the way your swimsuits hugged your curves, pulled your cleavage together, cut higher on your hip than your shorts ever would. Whenever you pulled yourself up from lying on your stomach, you’d seen how his eyes followed your ass hungrily as it left his line of sight. 

That was the moment that you realized- Eddie Munson, more than likely, wanted to fuck you. 

And you definitely wanted to fuck him. 

So the next time he came over to see you after mowing his lawn, you offered him a beer. 

“I’m already halfway through mine,” you said, leaning back to give him a full view of the way the sweat on your breasts shone in the hot sun. “don’t make me day drink alone.”

A salacious grin curled on his plush pink lips. “I could be tempted,” Eddie peered at the cooler beside you. “What are you drinking, sweetheart?”

You opened the cooler so that he could see the six pack of light lagers in shiny green bottles. Eddie wrinkled his nose distastefully. “Alright, young padawan,” he sighed, unlatching the gate to your backyard. “It’s time you learned your first lesson from Master Munson.” He didn’t enter the backyard, simply opened the gate and waited for you to join him outside your parents’ property. 

You quirked an eyebrow; this was new territory. That wrought iron fence had always served as a sort of barrier between the two of you, never occupying the same space and keeping each other at arm’s length- flirty banter, but with boundaries. 

Now, you smiled shrewdly as you slipped on your flip flops and crossed the threshold into Eddie’s space, following him across the narrow street to his driveway.

“Oh so I’m your student now, Master?” you quipped, launching him into a dark chuckle and a shake of his curls. 

“Christ,” he cursed under his breath low enough that he probably thought you hadn’t heard- but you did. “Well, your college friends are obviously shitty teachers if your drink of choice is a basic ass bottle you can grab at the goddamn gas station.” 

You scoffed, “Oh, what- are you trying to say you’re one of those pretentious beer snobs who only drinks micro-brewed IPA’s named after bad puns?”

Eddie laughed out loud, smiling ear to ear at you over his shoulder. “Oh that’s exactly what I am, princess!” The harsh sunlight finally relented as the two of you crossed into Eddie’s garage, and you followed him in a beeline to the old refrigerator in the corner opposite from his impressive-looking toolbench. 

You nearly moaned with relief when the cool air from the fridge hit you as Eddie opened the door and grabbed a couple of unmarked silver cans from the middle shelf. You eyed them cautiously, which Eddie saw and snorted at when he saw your expression. “Not poisoning you, sweetheart, no need to worry.” He opened a door beside the fridge that you guessed- judging by what you could see past the doorway- led to his kitchen. “A friend of mine is a home-brewer, he gives these to me and the guys for free. Way better than any cookie-cutter shit you’ll find at a college party.” He held the door open for you, nodding his head toward the doorway. “You coming inside? It’s hot as hell out here.”

You hadn’t expected him to invite you into his home; it occurred to you suddenly that you were still only wearing your swimsuit. Smiling shyly, you stepped through the doorway, the chill of the air conditioning rolling goosebumps over your damp skin. Eddie stepped into the kitchen and immediately began opening the cans, handing one to you. 

You eyed the can cautiously, raising an eyebrow at him. “Do I want to know what I’m about to drink?’ 

He smiled mischievously, inclining his head toward you as he held his can aloft. “First lesson, padawan- trust your master.” He tilted the can in your direction, to which you sighed and tapped your can to his. 

Your eyes widened in surprise when the cold, bubbly liquid hit your lips. It wasn’t anything like you were expecting- instead of the tepid wheaty taste that you were used to. At first the drink was tart, but after a second it faded into a fruity dryness that reminded you of white wine. Its  flavor was so light that you couldn’t even tell you were drinking beer.

“This is beer?” 

Eddie chuckled. “Technically it’s a sour, but yes- it’s a type of beer. Dustin said it was a champagne sour, so if you like wine then hopefully this’d be up your alley.” 

You smiled as you took your second sip. “I do like wine.” you murmured, testing the flavors on your tongue. “Like this, too. Your friend ever think about selling what he brews?”

“Dustin?” Eddie asked, laughing as if the question were something funny. “Oh I have no doubt he’ll try to sell it one day, but he’s not going to even think about it until he knows he’s perfected his recipe.”

As you took another sip of the cold drink, you felt another wave of goosebumps run through you. Coincidentally, this was the moment that Eddie fell perfectly silent. You peered over your can- his eyes were fixed on your chest. You became acutely aware that the goosebumps had resulted in your nipples growing so hard, you thought if something-anything- were to accidentally brush against them, you might moan from the sensitivity. 

Stifling a smirk, you shivered and hugged your upper arms. “Brrrrr it’s cold in here!” you said coyly, “I guess my body temperature got a little too used to the heat.” 

Eddie’s chest heaved slightly at the way your tits bounced and squeezed together when you shivered. He cleared his throat, looking down at the beer can in his hand for a moment. “I’ve got a hot tub, you know,” He spoke up, peering at you to gauge your reaction. “Downstairs. You’re welcome to it.”

You took another sip. “Only if you join me.”

His dark eyes snapped up to yours, lips curling up at one corner. “Yes ma’am.” he said, his voice lowered an octave and a bit huskier than before. You held his eye contact, mirroring his lopsided grin with a charged, heavy-lidded gaze. 

Eddie led you to a staircase down the hall and said he’d be right back with a towel for you after he changed into swim trunks. 

“Aw, no speedo?” you smirked. Eddie appeared unphased. “Mental note,” he murmured to himself, “the princess is eager to see my thighs.”

You giggled, “There might be more tattoos there I haven’t seen yet,” you countered, “How am I supposed to keep figuring you out if I don’t know the meaning of each and every one?” 

Eddie placed his forearm above your head on the wall, leaning into it until he was close enough for you to feel his breath on your hairline. “You know, you seem to spend a lot of time staring at my body, kid-” You bristled at his blatant omission of the nicknames you liked. “-I’m starting to feel objectified.” 

You forced the smile from your face, looking up at him defiantly. “I could say the same thing about you, Mr. Munson,” you replied, “-and I’m not a ‘kid’.”

His position didn’t change as his eyes raked over your nearly naked body, drifting from your eyes to your lips and catching on your cleavage. “Don’t I know it, sweetheart.” he whispered, before pushing off the wall. “Hot tub’s already heated, just push off the cover and hit the green button. I’ll be down in a sec.”

And then he was walking down the hall to what you could only assume was his bedroom. For a moment, you thought about following him… but if you were honest with yourself, you were actually pretty curious about this hot tub. So down the stairs you went, carrying a silver can of sour in each hand.

Eddie’s basement was cozy, but he had utilized the space to its full potential. The majority had been filled with workout equipment to create a home gym, the walls lined with floor to ceiling mirrors that created the illusion of a larger space than it actually was. Sitting on stylish wooden slats was the hot tub, topped with a brown leather cover. To the right of the hot tub was a door with a small window that was just at your eye level. Upon closer inspection… yep, that was a sauna. Eddie had a sauna. 

Shaking your head in disbelief, you made a mental note to ask Eddie what he did for a living- as far as you could tell, he was the only one who lived here. How did a single guy in his forties have so much money to burn? 

Placing yours and Eddie’s drinks down on a nearby surface, you removed the cover from the hot tub and pressed the green button as Eddie had instructed, and settled into the hot, bubbling water. God, it was relaxing. Just then, you heard footsteps descending the stairs.

Eddie appeared, his hair let down from his normal messy bun so that it fell in dark chocolate curls that cascaded over his shoulders. His swim trunks, simple and black with little white skulls lining the cuffs above his knees, hugged his thighs in a way that made you salivate. Tattoos you'd become all too familiar with danced across his skin, and you suddenly felt the need to taste them.  

Eddie smirked when he saw you getting an eyeful without even trying to hide it. “How’s the water?”

You hummed, relaxing further into jets against your back. “Sooooooo nice.” You sighed. 

Eddie climbed into the hot tub to join you, making you squeal as he practically fell into the water, splashing you as he submerged his head just enough to wet his hair and shake it out like a golden retriever.

You giggled, doing your best to ensure that your hair wasn’t wet enough to make you look like a wet rat. “I’m starting to think you’re a teenage boy trapped in the body of a middle-aged man.” 

Eddie narrowed his eyes at you, tattooed arms stretching out over the edges of the tub as he relaxed into the seat across from you. “Hey now,” he said, voice laced with warning. “Careful with the term middle-aged there, kiddo.”

You matched his gaze, challenging. “Kiddo?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Eddie’s gaze was heavy, cocky as he looked down his nose at you. “Practically a baby.”

You grinned. “That one, I don’t mind.”

Eddie’s smile grew in tandem. “Oh, she likes to be ‘baby’, but not ‘kiddo’, huh?”

You leaned back into the water, looking up at the ceiling with a smug smile on your lips. “That’s right, grandpa.”

Suddenly, you felt a tug on your ankle and you were underwater. You emerged, spitting chlorine out of your mouth, struggling to force it from your nose as Eddie’s cackling rang in your ears. You gasped, sputtering in shock as you tried to catch your breath. 

“You are a child!” you squealed as he tugged your ankle again- you hadn’t noticed his hold still grasping tightly- not forceful enough to bring you back under the surface but enough to remind you that he could.

“So not a grandpa, then?” Eddie teased, stroking the curve of your ankle with his thumb. 

You gritted your teeth together, strategizing. “No, that would be too kind. You’ve got the maturity of a teenager. Luckily for me-” 

Using Eddie’s grip on your ankle as leverage, you forcefully pulled yourself forward by your leg and launched yourself right into his lap, bending your knees so that a second later, you were straddling him. 

You watched triumphantly as Eddie’s eyes widened, looking up at you with breath that hitched in his throat as you finished your sentence. 

“-I know how boys like you think.”

The humor between the two of you dissipated in that instant, Eddie’s eyes blown wide and dark as he watched the way the water in your hair dripped down your neck and between your breasts, which were now inches from his face. If he leaned forward, he could catch that bead of water with his tongue. If he reached up, he could hold your tits in his hands, test their weight. Press them up, squish them together, squeeze…

You felt him growing hard beneath you, and smirked triumphantly. “See?” You said smugly, grinding against him teasingly. “Right on schedule.”

Eddie chuckled, his breathing strained as he shook his head exasperatedly. “Got me all figured out, do you princess?” 

You nodded, finding your rhythm as you continued to grind against his hardening cock through his swim trunks. “I think I’m starting to.”

You shivered despite the warmth as Eddie trailed his hand from your ankle up your leg, your hip, your waist…finally resting at the apex of your sternum to splay across your neck. You hadn’t been expecting that- you faltered, breath hitching as he tested out a gentle squeeze and hummed to himself.

“Mmmmm…” He looked you over with passive attention, taking account of the way your eyes widened and your pulse quickened under his thumb. “...you know, I’m starting to figure you out too.” His other hand cupped your hip, pulling you to sit directly on his erection and holding you in place so you couldn’t grind. “You’re used to getting away with shit you know you shouldn’t do, isn’t that right, baby?” You sighed softly in response, pinned into place by his lust-blown eyes. You balanced on a precipice- on one side, obedience, which you knew would satisfy him. On the other, eventual obedience with a little bit more fight; more of a gamble, but you were willing to bet that he would enjoy that best.

“You really thought you could eye-fuck me every damn afternoon,” Eddie said, his hand on your neck moving lower to fondle one of your breasts over your swimsuit. “-and there wouldn’t be consequences?”

You breathed heavily, chest rising and falling under his hand. “I mean…” you drawled, still smiling smugly despite his authoritative tone of voice. “...I was kinda hoping for consequences.” you brought both hands out of the water, gesturing vaguely to the room around you. “I’m here, aren’t I?” 

A second passed before Eddie’s hands suddenly grabbed both of your wrists, forcing them behind your back. You gasped, cheeks hot from the water and the position you were in, straddling his lap with both shoulders shoved back to force your breasts front and center. He saw the look in your eyes and leaned forward, lips brushing the shell of your ear. 

“I can get rough sometimes, baby.” he said, voice low and husky. “Tell me it’s too much at any point and I’ll stop, okay?” You nodded, a shy little mm-hm escaping your bitten lips. Eddie crossed your wrists over each other, holding them behind your back with one hand as his newly free one reached up to caress your cheek. 

“Fucking Christ, you’re cute.” he mumbled. “Cute little baby, all alone in her parents’ big house all day, so bored she had to go and be a slut for the neighbor. That right, baby?”

Your eyes were wide and wet, mouth opened in a slight pout as you ground your freed hips on his hard cock once again, whimpering needily. You nodded your head up and down, eager to hear more filthy words tumble from his lips. 

Eddie wasn’t satisfied with that. A hand came up to grasp your hair at the base of your neck, tugging on it firmly but not painfully to force your head to nod up and down emphatically. “Use your words, baby, say ‘yes, daddy, I was a slut.’”

You gasped, surprised. You’d never called anyone daddy besides your actual father, and you’d certainly never called anyone that in the bedroom- or a hot tub, for that matter. However, his brazen demand that you call him that while you straddled him like this sent rolling waves of pleasure straight to the apex of your thighs. 

“Y-yes… daddy…” You struggled against your instinct to be embarrassed, arching your back against your restrained hands and looking down shyly at your cleavage. “...I was a slut.”

“Look at me.”

Your eyes flicked up to his, wide and obedient. He was smiling at you, beaming with pride and adoration. His hand slid from your hair to the back of your neck, pulling your face to his. “Good girl, baby.” he praised, “I’m gonna kiss you, is that okay?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes, please!”

That earned you a chuckle. “So polite, baby girl, good job.” 

Eddie’s lips felt like the most comforting thing that a person could feel on their skin. His kiss felt like fresh sheets still warm from the dryer. His tongue was like a strawberry that was perfectly ripe, sweet and wet and a rush of relief. He explored you, he learned you, his lips devoured all they could reach and whenever they couldn’t reach, his tongue took over to fill in the blanks. 

As you whimpered and squirmed in his lap, Eddie cooed, “What’s the matter, baby, something wrong with your legs?”

You shook your head, moaning into his mouth. “I need something on my clit, Eddie.”

“Something? You’ll just take anything on that clit baby? Is that what you're saying?”

You panted, straining against his rock hard dick for some kind of friction. He was right, you would take anything. “Yes, please touch me, Eddie.”

He made no move to do so, only looking at you pointedly with his eyebrows raised. When you realized your mistake, you corrected, “Please touch me, daddy.”

He smiled smugly, a cat watching a mouse. “Good girl,” he praised, “but I’m not sure you’ve earned that.” 

Your face fell, eyes going wide as your lips formed a full-on pout. “But-” you began to stutter, but Eddie wasn’t finished. 

He let go of you, pushing you gently off you and guiding you under the water to one of the seats in the corner of the tub. The jets coming off it were strong, nearly too much on your back as you turned to sit, but Eddie stopped you before you could settle into the seat. 

“Princess, I want you to keep your knees open and ride your pussy on that jet stream until you cum.” 

Your jaw dropped open. Whipping your chin over your shoulder to look at him in his seat opposite you, you stared and waited for him to specify or maybe apologize for misspeaking- there’s no way you heard him right. But then he repeated himself, and you realized that yes, you had. 

“Press your pussy up against that jet stream under the water, and make yourself cum. Don’t use your hands. Don’t rush. I want you to fall apart in my hot tub, and I’m going to stroke my dick while I watch you do it. That okay, sweetheart?”

You were learning a lot of new information about your neighbor today. 

You smiled devilishly over your shoulder at him, taking in the sight of him lounging in the opposite corner of the tub as he took in the sight of you. “You’re a kinky motherfucker, aren’t you?” 

Eddie reached across the tub and wound an arm around your waist, pulling you in for a quick but heated kiss. “Yeah, I am.” he murmured into your lips before pushing you back toward the jets. “Now make yourself cum, I want you tight.”

He laughed at the pathetic little whimper that you let slip involuntarily as you situated yourself against the jet stream. You balanced your weight on your knees, spreading your legs enough to open your pussy further inside your swimsuit. Once the pulsing stream of water made contact with your clit, your automatic impulse was to flinch away; the stream was strong, almost too strong. However, with a little shifting and repositioning, you eventually found an angle that pulled a moan from your mouth that sounded almost pornographic.

“That’s it, baby girl,” you heard Eddie’s rough voice behind you, and you couldn’t help but sneak a peak over your shoulder at him. Eddie sat with legs spread open and one arm slung over the lip of the tub, his other hand palming the erection you knew was only growing harder over his swim trunks. This told you he was a patient man, a man who liked to be teased a little before taking what he wanted. A man who liked to play with his food before he ate it. 

You could play, too.

You pulled your eyebrows together, pouting your lips the way you’d seen him react to earlier. “Am I doing it right for you, daddy?” You moved your hips up and down against the jet, putting on a little show for him.

Eddie raised a brow, amused. “I don’t think I can answer that question for you, sweetheart.” he said, sighing heavily with pleasure as he tilted his head this way and that to take you in from every angle. “Don’t worry about me, baby, just make yourself feel good.” 

You smiled shyly, nodding in response and turning your attention back to the jets. You maneuvered your hips against them, grinding on the strong jetstream as it hit your clit at angles that you didn’t even know existed. You lost yourself in the sensation, letting your eyes fall closed and humming little sounds to yourself as your heart rate picked up, that familiar pleasure bubbling up in your lower belly  as your movements grew faster and more desperate. 

Eager to see if Eddie was enjoying himself as much as you were, you glanced over your shoulder to look at him. What you saw was breathtaking- Eddie, his wet curls clinging to his dewy skin, muscles flexing under his tattoos as he fisted his cock underwater. You couldn’t see it clearly due to the raging bubbles, but the flesh-colored underwater blur was enough for you to know exactly what he was doing. You had known he would jack off to you- he’d outright told you he planned to- but seeing it was enough to turn you on so much that it became the thing that pushed you over the edge.

“Daddy, I’m cumming!” 

You moaned, mouth hanging open as you rode out your orgasm against the harsh stream of the jets, overwhelmed and overstimulated by the physical feeling and the intense eye contact that you held with Eddie the entire time as your body gyrated and spasmed. He watched you with hungry eyes, lapping up the scene in its entirety and committing every second to memory. 

“Good girl, good fucking girl, keep fucking that jet, baby.”

You whimpered, hips jerking away from the stream as it hit your clit at an angle that was a little too intense, and your limp, still-needy body floated over to Eddie. He chuckled, still stroking his cock lightly in the warm water. “Aw, I’m sorry baby, was that too much?”

You shook your head, still eager for him- he’d barely even touched you, and yet you were so desperate for this man. “No, I can take more.”

His eyes had a darkness to them that made your breath hitch. “How much can you take, sweetheart?” 

You moved to straddle your knees on either side of one of his thighs, not close enough to grind against his cock, but certainly in a perfect position to rub your pussy along his leg, teasing him. “I’ll take whatever you wanna give me, daddy.”

A low groan sounded from deep in Eddie’s chest. “You might regret saying that one, babe.”

You couldn’t resist matching his warning with a challenge. “Bring it on.” you said sweetly, and it incited a little chuckle in him. He reached back and pressed a button on the hot tub, causing all of the bubbles to stop. 

“Get out, dry off.” he said, nodding to the neatly folded towels he’d placed beside the hot tub. “You look like you could use a shower.”

You stayed put, confused. “You… but…”

He cut you off, cupping his wet hands against your face. You could feel the pads of his fingers on your cheeks, wrinkled from prolonged time under the water’s surface. “Sorry, sweetheart, I forgot you don’t like following instructions unless you know you’re getting something out of it.” You scoffed at his condescending tone, but all he did was smile. “What I meant to say was- get out. Dry off. I’m going to fuck you in my shower. Mmkay?”

Your eyes widened, excited by his words and elated by a strange submissive, post-orgasmic euphoria. “Okay.” you replied, but when you saw his testy look in response you quickly amended, “Okay daddy.”

“Good girl.”

The two of you dried off before heading back upstairs. Eddie let you down the hall to his bedroom, which you were sure was filled with so many interesting mementos on the walls that you were sure it would take you hours to study all of it. The first thing to catch your eye was the golden record, framed and mounted beside his dresser. When Eddie saw you looking at it, he supplied an answer without waiting for you to ask. 

“Ever heard of a band called Corroded Coffin?”

You searched your brain but came up empty. “No, I don’t think I have.”

Eddie chuckled to himself, like you’d just participated in a joke you weren’t in on. “Most people haven’t. But I bet you’ve heard the song Upside Down on the radio, yeah?” He hummed a couple bars of the chorus, which you recognized instantly. 

“Oh yeah! I love that song!”

Eddie grinned. “‘Preciate it, babe.”

Shocked, you glanced up at the record and back to him. “Wait, you wrote that song?”

He shrugged as if to brush it off, but you could tell he was proud. “It was a group effort, my band and I wrote and recorded it together. After that, though, when the offers for record deals and tours and shit started pouring in, it became clear to most of the band members that this wasn’t what they wanted to do for the rest of their lives- band broke up on good terms, we just had some differences when it came to future plans.” He reached up and stroked the frame affectionately with his thumb. “But one-hit-wonder money was still enough to get my name out there, make some smart investments. I’m a music producer now.”

So that’s how he made all this money. The big empty house made sense now. “That’s pretty cool, actually.” you said, smiling at Eddie. You relished the sensation of his hands as they slid around your waist. 

“You wanna see something even cooler?” 

Before you could answer, Eddie was scooping you up into his arms and tossing you over his shoulder. You squealed, laughing as his palm hit your ass cheek with a loud smack! He carried you into his bathroom, placing you on his vanity counter before kissing the laughing smile right off your face. You felt his hands as they worked your bathing suit off you, freeing your breasts from the confines of the damp fabric. Eddie wasted no time, pulling one of your tits into his hand and encircling your nipple with his mouth, sucking sensually. You moaned, hands fisting into his hair. He only left your skin to turn around and turn on the shower, giving the water a chance to heat up. 

Once the bathroom had sufficiently filled with steam, Eddie picked you up from the counter, pulling your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You kissed him greedily, wetly, and hungrily as he walked the two of you into his spacious tiled shower, which was larger than your dorm room closet back at school. 

You relaxed your legs around him in a silent ask for Eddie to put you down, which he obliged. The moment your feet hit the wet tiled floor, you began to sink to your knees until…

You snorted. 

“Why do you still have your swim trunks on?” 

Eddie had taken the time to take off your bathing suit, but you hadn’t even realized that even after carrying you into the shower, he hadn’t even taken a second to undress himself. 

He looked down, noticing this for the first time, same as you. “I, uh… I don’t know. I was-” he flashed you a smirk that was equal parts embarrassed and sexy. “-preoccupied, I guess.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you knelt before him, now eye-level with the drawstring of his swim trunks. “Well let me fix that, then.” you said softly, working your delicate fingers into the waistband and pulling his trunks down until they hit the floor. 

God. He was a sight to behold. And you were right, he did have thigh tattoos. They were large, twisting images of hellish creatures, undoubtedly older but still in good shape since- judging by the paleness of the skin they decorated- they probably never saw the light of day. 

You reached up, lightly tracing them as you turned your gaze to his cock. It was at full mast, eager and waiting for your mouth to encircle it and, hopefully, make Eddie moan your name. 

Which he did. 

The way your lips covered the head of his cock, the way your tongue generously licked the shaft under, over, around, the way your hands were warm and welcoming as they lightly played with his balls- all of it made him moan, gasp, groan your name. He called you baby, called you princess, moaned and pulled your hair as he fucked your mouth, and you just about burst into flames when he shoved his cock so far down your throat that you swallowed on it accidentally, pulling a growled “Goddamnit, sweetheart, fuck-” from his lips. 

When he pulled you off his dick by your hair, his eyes were humorless and hungry. He crouched down, leveling your eyes under the hot water from the showerhead. 

“Are you on birth control, sweet girl?” he asked. 

You nodded, “I have an IUD.”

He kissed your forehead firmly, one hand still fisted in your hair. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now I can grab a condom, they’re right over there in the cabinet under my sink.” he continued, nodding vaguely in the sink’s direction. “But baby, I have been fantasizing about the way your pussy’s gonna feel for a long ass time and I hate to ask you this, and you’re allowed to say no, but-”

“Fuck me raw Eddie.” You wanted it. You needed it. You needed him. “I fantasize about it too. I think about it every day, I touch myself to you before going to sleep and wake up wishing your cock was the thing waking me up. When I’m lying by the pool reading those stupid smutty novels and some lord is fucking a lady in waiting up against a wall, I can’t focus on it! I can’t because I want it to be you and I want to feel your cock inside me, and I want it to be your cum that drips down my thighs and your lips on my-”

He cut you off there, splaying his free hand on your neck and kissing you until you were laid horizontally on the hot, wet floor. He climbed on top of you, and in a moment your mouth fell open at the sensation of his hard cock splitting you open from the inside. He didn’t spend a moment waiting for you to adjust to his size or murmuring praises into your ear- he knew you wanted all of him, and you knew he wanted all of you, and that was all you needed. You moaned, you practically screamed, and above all you clutched him for dear life.

“Dirty girl,” Eddie growled into your ear, thrusting into you deep and hard. “Dirty books, dirty mind-” 

He leaned back so that his face was directly above yours and grabbed your cheeks, squeezing to force your mouth open. Your lips parted, and Eddie spat harshly into your mouth before shoving your mouth closed around it. His eyes were feral, wild with lust and dominance. “Swallow.” he commanded, you obeyed in an instant. He felt your throat moving against his hand and smiled deviously. “Dirty mouth, too.”

He picked up his pace, spearing into you at a pace so relentless that you couldn’t even keep track of the noises coming out of your mouth- an incoherent stream of sounds and swear that would have made a sailor blush. He matched your dirty noises with his own, all the while dicking you down into his shower floor as your brain went haywire at the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin that echoed through the bathroom. 

“God, this pussy is so fucking tight,” Eddie groaned, “good girl, cumming so hard for daddy back there. You gonna cum on my cock this time?”

You moaned, “Need something on my clit, daddy.” 

Eddie pecked your lips with his own, and the way it made your heart skip a beat was like a reward. “Good girl, always tell me what you need, okay?”

You nodded, smiling giddily from the sudden subby euphoria. “Okay, daddy.” You made a mental note that kissing Eddie Munson while his cock was inside you gave you your new favorite kind of high.

Eddie reached down and began drawing small, soft circles with his fingertip on your clit. The richly gentle sensation was decadent, pulling deeper, louder moans from you as Eddie continued to fuck you. “Oh I feel you getting tighter, baby girl, that feel good?”

“Yes!” you practically yelled it. 

“Yes what?” He taunted.

“Yes daddy!” you cried, arching your back against the tile. He was fucking you ruthlessly, ravaging you mentally, and the way his dirty words melted into you made your brain go so hazy that you weren’t sure if your vision was clouding or if it was just the steam in the air. 

Your release was growing closer, that heat in your core coiling tighter and tighter, ready to burst with pleasure. “I’m gonna cum soon, daddy.” you whined. 

Eddie’s dick hit you in that perfect spot inside over and over, and you leaned your face against his hand as he cupped your cheek affectionately. “Yeah? You gonna make a mess all over daddy’s dick?” You pouted, nodding ‘yes’ in response. Eddie smiled at the way you could be so cute and so filthy at the same time- he fucking loved it. “That’s probably gonna make me cum, sweetheart, you want that? That pussy’s gonna grip my cock so tight that it fills you with cum, huh?”

You were whimpering and pouting and letting the sluttiest little sobs fall from you now. “Yes, daddy, fill me with cum, please!”

“You want me to fill you with cum? Fuck all that cum inside you?”

“Yes!”

“Yes what, sweetheart, gotta tell me whose dick you’re cumming on-”

“Daddy!” you cried, “Daddy’s dick, I’m cumming on daddy’s dick!”

“Fuuuck, yes, cum on daddy’s dick you little slut-”

Eddie’s filthy words tumbled from his lips as your pussy pulsed around him, fluttering walls squeezing him tight from the aching pleasure that shot through you. His cum filled you, and the size of his load reflected just how long it had been since he’d cum into anything that wasn’t his own hand. When he finally pulled out, a stream of both your releases oozed out of your hole and onto the floor. Eddie stared at it, fascinated, and he silently used his finger to catch the milky liquid and push it back into your hole. You whimpered, overly sensitive and puffy, your pussy lips inflamed and screaming, but Eddie was gentle as he sheathed his finger completely inside you, ensuring that his seed stayed exactly where he’d put it in the first place.

He pulled you up to a sitting position, smiling gently. “Hi.” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on your temple. 

“Hi.” you giggled, a giant smile stretching out across your face, blissed-out and more than satisfied. 

Eddie stroked your wet hair out of your face, gazing down at you adoringly. “I’m sorry if that was a little… much,” he winced. “I may have gotten carried away, usually I would talk to you to see if that kind of stuff would be okay, but I was just so fired up-”

“Eddie,” you interrupted softly. “I loved it.”

He grinned, grateful and relieved. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

Eddie pulled you against him, your body fitting itself nicely against his naked chest as water poured over the two of you from above while you sat holding each other on the floor of his shower. He sighed, completely and utterly content. “Yeah.”

***

The rest of the summer days in your parents’ neighborhood went like this: 

Wake up imagining what you and Eddie would do today. Touch yourself when necessary.

Do whatever chores needed doing around the house, sometimes making batches of lemonade for Eddie when you knew he would be working on his lawn that day. 

Lounge by your pool and read a book- this part hadn’t changed. 

Spend the rest of the afternoon at Eddie’s. These afternoons usually consisted of activities like discussing the whatever book you were reading, drinking whatever strange new beer Dustin had come up with, and fucking each other’s brains out. 

The next month, Eddie celebrated his birthday. He didn’t throw a rager (true to his word) but he did have a little get-together. To your surprise, he invited you. 

You got to meet his friends, their kids, their dogs- and see the way Eddie smiled for hours without reprieve when they were around. This whole summer, you’d been figuring this man out bit by bit, but it wasn’t until that night that you truly felt like you knew him. 

You baked him a cake, as promised. Three layers of funfetti sponge, vanilla frosting and decorated with oreo crumbs and rainbow letters that spelled out “Happy birthday, Eddie, forever young”.

He wasn’t this way with the rest of the neighbors. To them, he would always be Mr. 1405 Peach Tree Lane, but with these people? With his friends? He was Eddie Munson. Now, you were included in that group of people who were allowed to know him, and how wonderful he really was. 

You felt so incredibly lucky that you were a part of that.

Master List

Master list Pt.2

YouTubers

Jschlatt

King pt.1 - smut

Trust is for the weak - smut/angst

Trust is for the Weak Pt.2 - smut

Class final - smut

Class final Pt.2 - smut

Class final Pt.3 - smut

Dreams - smut

Frozen Treat - smut

Argument - smut

Aphrodite - smut

The Hunt - smut

Pretty Boy - smut

Crush - smut

What we once had - smut

Pipsqueak - smut

Silence - smut

Look at me - smut

Fireworks - fluff

Cuffed - fluff

Prized Possession - fluff

Moodboard - selfies your Bf Schlatt sends you

Moodboard - more selfies your Bf Schlatt sends you

Moodboard - pics you've taken of your bf Schlatt

Imagine - smut

Imagine - smut

Imagine - smut

Imagine - smut

Imagine - smut

Imagine - fluff

Imagine - fluff

Swaggersouls

So pretty - smut

Lights out - smut

The Key - smut

Psychedelic Love - smut

"Happy birthday, sweetheart" - smut

Podcast - fluff

Imagine - smut

Your Narrator

Sick Day - fluff

Wholesome Viking Warrior Pt.1 - smut

Wholesome Viking Warrior Pt.2 - smut

Mully

"Good boy" - smut

Three Way - smut

Lightning - smut

Just a downtown stroll - smut

Break it up - Smut

Pretty little thing - smut

"She's mine" - smut

Sweet submission - smut

Lust - smut

Double the man power (Mully and Narrator) - smut

Cold chill and steam - smut

Point Proven - smut

VR - fluff

Bridge the gap - fluff

"I love my girl" - fluff

Joshdub

Threebee (Josh and Juicy) - smut

Daddy's princess - smut

Tom Hardy

The League (Bane) - fluff

The League Pt.2 (Bane) - fluff/violence

The League Pt.3 (Bane) - smut/fluff

The League Pt.4 (Bane) - fluff

Fearless (Alfie Solomons) - smut

Red (Alfie Solomons) - angst

The club (Reggie Kray) - smut

Star Wars

Past comes to haunt Future to save (Din Djarin) - fluff

Tune up Pt.1 (Paz Vizsla) - smut

Tune up Pt.2 (Paz Vizsla) - smut

Little one Pt.1 (Paz Vizsla) - smut

Little one Pt.2 (Paz Vizsla) - smut

Little one Pt.3 (Paz Vizsla) - fluff

TWD

Two hearted love (Aaron) - fluff

Trust needs to be earned (Aaron) - fluff

"Give me your hand" (Aaron) - fluff/ Violence

One on One (Eugene Porter) - fluff/ Violence

Gotham

Gotham's king and queen (Oswald Cobblepot) - angst/fluff

I will kill you (Oswald Cobblepot) - Violence/fluff

Stranger Things

Fight or flee Pt.1 (Eddie Munson) - fluff

Fight or flee Pt.2 (Eddie Munson) - smut

Fight or flee Pt.3 (Eddie Munson) - fluff

"Don't tell me you're getting mushy"- fluff

Shameless

"Tell your boyfriend I'll kill him" (Mickey Milkovich) - smut

My wife (Mickey Milkovich) - angst/fluff

Keep off (Mickey and Ian) - fluff/Violence

What I own (Mickey and Ian) - fluff/ Violence

Boyfriend like Girlfriend (Mickey Milkovich) - fluff

The Last Of Us

"I love you, Y/n only you" (Joel Miller) - fluff

The Witcher

Silver and White (Geralt of Rivia) - fluff

DC

Pretty (Joker) - Violence

I promise (Slade Wilson) - angst

General's gaze (General Zod) - smut

NCIS

"Fuck you, Dinozzo" (Tony Dinozzo) - fluff

Boardwalk Empire

Gangsters Paradise Pt.1 (Al Capone) - fluff

Gangsters Paradise Pt.2 (Al Capone) - fluff

Gangsters Paradise Pt.3 (Al Capone) - fluff/Violence

Gangsters Paradise Pt.4 (Al Capone) - fluff/Violence

Gangsters Paradise Pt.5 (Al Capone) - fluff

Mafia Pt.1 (Charlie Luciano) - smut

Vecchio Amico (Charlie Luciano) - fluff

Slashers

"The only monster I see is you" (Thomas Hewitt) - smut

All my stories wouldn't fit on this page, so I had to make a Pt.2

careful what you wish for: halloween special // sam golbach

A/N: i've been asked countless times over for a sequel to the sequel and so... here's what i got for you: choose your own adventure ! will you choose vampire!sam or demon!colby? or maybe you'll indulge yourself with both fics. either way, your night is gonna be very busy ;) happy halloween ! hope you enjoy.

prompt: it's been a while since you last saw the boys, and sam has made it known that he wants you all to himself tonight. || vampire!sam x reader

trigger warning: SO. MUCH. SMUT, knifeplay, bloodplay, drinking blood (from both parties), oh yeah... we're going there, lots of vampire biting, supernatural powers, some forcing thru said powers so be mindful of that, oral (for and from both parties), unprotected sex, check-ins, mentions of: babygirl, whore, slut, cumdump, cursing, sam is very aggressive and crazy about you, also... colby's dead but like... not really lol

word count: 2705

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It had been quite some time since you last saw Sam and Colby. They tended to appear in your life like a fire, setting your whole body and life ablaze; but then disappear like smoke. It was confusing but thrilling all at the same time. The hatred you once had for them had now been stifled by the immense amount of lust you felt for them.

They showed up whenever they wanted to, even if you had been begging for them to appear prior. But, they always had a way of letting you know they were close. Recently, Sam had started leaving notes all around your house. The first one was sort of sweet, a ‘I'm thinking of you’ type of message. The next one was a bit more concerning... ‘I love to watch you.’

Colby was right about one thing: Sam was a bit of a freak.

But the one that couldn't leave your mind? ‘I can't wait to taste you again. I'm going to have you all to myself.’

And knowing Sam, this message had multiple meanings.

On a quiet fall night, Halloween to be exact, the boys came to your house. It was abrupt, but you were excited nonetheless to see them.

Colby smirked as you answered the door. “Trick-or-treat, princess.”

“Have you missed us?” Sam asked playfully.

You rolled your eyes as the boys forced their way in. “Of course. What else am I supposed to do to pass the time than miss you guys?”

“Oooh, she's feeling sassy tonight,” Colby whistled, then his tone shifted. “God, I can't wait to take you in every part of your house.”

“I don't think that's gonna happen tonight, Colby.” Sam stated.

Colby raised an eyebrow at Sam, "Why?"

In a split second, Sam's hands wrapped around Colby's neck, snapping it with a loud crack. Colby's lifeless body dropped hard to the ground.

You shrieked. “Oh my God! Did you just kill him?”

“No. He's fine. He's a demon for Christ's sake. He's immortal. He's just...” Sam pursed his lips, trying to find the right words. “Out, for the time being.”

Your eyes couldn't remove themselves from Colby's still body. It made your heart race, with fear and arousal, that Sam could easily do something like that. How powerful he was.

He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso, "I told you; I wanted you all to myself. And now, I get to have you."

He pulled you into the kitchen, not too far away from Colby's dead body, and pushed you against the counter.

“Do you want to know something, baby?” He asked.

“What?” You responded, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“On Halloween.... my powers are crazy strong.” He confessed.

You cocked your head. “Really?”

“Yeah. But not only that, my blood.... why don't you have a taste?” Sam grabbed a knife from your block of knives, pushing the tip lightly against his neck and slicing his skin open. Blood slid down his neck, his shirt soaking it up immediately.

You hesitated, side-eying him. “Uh... I don't know.”

Sam cut you short. “Oh sweetheart, I insist.”

You shook your head. “I don't really-”

His voice turned monotone, but commanding. “Drink me.”

You felt your mouth latch onto Sam's cut instantly, not a second thought crossing your mind. For a split second, you were uncomfortable with his blood pouring into your mouth, but the moment you tasted it.... it set your whole body on fire.

You moaned into his neck, drinking more and more of his blood. It felt like liquid ecstasy. Every one of your senses heightened the more you drank. Goosebumps rose across your body, and you felt like you were on cloud nine.

“Enough, baby girl.” Sam spoke.

You pulled your mouth away, but you wanted to continue drinking from him. It was so addictive.

“How do you feel?” He questioned slyly.

You inhaled happily, “So... fucking good. Fuck, I feel high but in the best way.”

He smiled. “Well, you deserve it. Plus, it's gonna make everything I do to you tonight so much better.”

His words affected you deeply. You could already feel your panties dampening. It must have been from his blood, but everything about him in this moment was turning you on, exciting you.

“But first...” Sam continued. “Tit for tat, Y/N.”

You were a bit confused, lost in your own thoughts. But suddenly, Sam's eyes turned red, his fangs sliding out. He bit into your neck a second later, groaning against you. You gasped, your body relaxing against his hold and the counter. You already felt lightheaded and him drinking your blood made it even harder to think. He grinded his hips against yours as he drank from you. You could already feel his bulge against you, pleasure surging up your body from the sensation. You pressed your hips harder into his, needing some form of relief. You clawed at his shoulders, your eyes rolling back in your head.

Sam yanked his head away, licking your blood off his lips. "Fuck me. You taste divine, baby girl."

You could barely string together a thought. All you could manage to say was "Please.... I need you."

“Hmmm, is that so? Are you aching for me?” He teased.

You nodded your head, “Yesssss.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He inquired, biting his lip.

You squeezed your thighs together, “Yeah, I do.”

His stare intensified as his eyes met yours, “Is your clit desperate for my tongue?”

You whined, almost speechless. "Sam..."

“Okay, okay. If you insist.” He chucked darkly.

Sam grabbed the knife from before, pressing it against the top of your shirt. "Don't move, okay? Wouldn't want you getting hurt..."

He pushed the knife in with such precision, you could feel it tickle your skin but never cut it. You held your breath, not sure what he was doing. But suddenly he slid the knife down your body; your shirt cutting in half. You could feel the fabric rip against your skin hastily, and your breath hitched.

"There we go," Sam pulled what was left of your shirt off, leaving you completely naked from the waist up. "Now... these little shorts."

The tip of the knife pressed into your hip bone, your body trembling in anticipation. Even though you should be scared, you couldn't help feeling so aroused.

"Don't worry, baby. I got you. I would never hurt you," Sam whispered huskily into your ear. He moved the knife in one swift motion, and your shorts fell off your body. "See?"

Sam placed the knife back on the counter, cupping your hips tenderly. "Now these panties? I think... I'll just take them off with my teeth."

His fangs slid out once more. You kept eye contact with him as he dropped to his knees effortlessly. Then he pressed his lips lightly against the top of your panties, trailing kisses across your skin. Feeling his mouth so close to your sex made your clit throb. Your head lulled, your back arching. Sam bit into the band of your underwear, pulling them down expertly. You pushed them off as they fell to the floor. He smirked, his eyes landing on your dripping sex.

Before you could even plead for him to move, his mouth was already on you. His tongue lapped at your hole, darting in and out. You thrusted against him, gripping the counter tightly. It must have been his blood making you feel like you were already about to come because it had never taken such little action to make you so close so fast.

You shuddered, “Holy shit, Sam! God, you feel so fucking goooood!”

“That's right, Y/N. Fuck my tongue like the slut you are. Go crazy for me.” He laughed mischievously.

And you did just as he said. You bucked your hips with wanton, your moans echoing off the walls of your kitchen. You could feel Sam's hand reach up, his fingers rubbing your clit lazily. The added pressure made your thighs shake. You felt electricity shoot through your whole body as your orgasm began to build.

You desired more, “Oh my God, Sam! Pleaseeee, rub me harder.”

“Is that what my little whore wants?” He jeered.

Your pussy reacted to the name, clenching, “Yesss.”

He grinned evilly. “Then beg me for it.”

You wailed, knees shaking from the pressure on your clit. “Sam, please. I need it so bad! Fuck!”

“I don't know...” He tsked. “Do you really deserve it?”

You weren't sure why, but you couldn't handle his playful banter tonight. You needed to come so. fucking. badly. You glanced at the knife, and before you could even stop yourself, you grabbed it and placed it against his neck.

He froze as you hissed down at him. “Rub. My. Clit.”

Sam’s eyes went red at your command, his fangs popping out. He growled darkly, "Oh FUCK yeah baby girl!"

He latched onto your clit, his mouth wildly fucking your cunt. You tossed the knife back on the counter, desperately panting as heat pooled in your belly. Sam glided two fingers deep into you, fucking you hastily. He raised one leg onto his shoulder, your pleasure growing more from the new angle. You could feel yourself edging, Sam rubbing your clit faster and faster.

“Come as I drink your blood.”

He sunk his teeth into your thigh, and your body exploded in ecstasy. The pleasure was so intense that your legs gave out on you, but Sam was able to keep you from falling over. He gripped your hip with one hand, pressing you into the counter. Your hips moved on their own, fucking his fingers until finally slowing down. Sam removed his teeth from your thigh with a soft moan.

He exhaled, looking up at you. “How's my baby girl? You doing okay?”

“I'm... so good. I think I can stand on my own now.” You sighed deeply.

He slid his hand off you and removed his fingers from your sex gently. He stood up, pressing his body into yours.

Sam rubbed your arms softly, “You know, you threatening me with that knife was very hot.”

“I don't know where that came from.” You blushed, embarrassed.

He answered, “My blood, most likely. It brings out the animalistic side of anyone that drinks it.”

“Oh... good to know.” You giggled.

He cleared his throat, his eyes landing on yours. “Well, now that you got to use me for your pleasure...”

“Tit for tat?” You guessed.

He hummed, a mischievous glimmer in his eye, "Exactly."

Sam spun you around, bending you over against the counter. You gasped at the speed, hearing him rip his clothes off in one swift motion. Then, he suddenly lined himself up with your entrance, his cock already dripping with precum.

“I'm taking everything I need from you, Y/N. You're mine.” Sam snapped.

He plunged himself deep inside of you, a loud groan falling from his lips. Your pussy clenched around him, your back arching. “You are such a little whore for me, aren't you Y/N? No point in denying it. You took me so easily; you needed me so badly.”

You nodded your head, unable to form words as he passionately thrusted. Your body shook against the counter with each of his thrusts, your hands grabbing onto anything you could just to hold on.

Sam’s groans were unrestrained. “God, baby girl, you're such a slut. Look at you, taking my cock so well.”

“Mmmm, you make me feel so good, Sam.” You purred.

“Better than Colby. Say it. Say I'm better than him.” He demanded.

You bit your lip, agreeing with Sam. “You are better than Colby.”

He chuckled, “That's right. He can't make you feel like this, can he?”

You shuddered against him, his cock hitting something deep inside you, making it hard to breathe. "Yessss, fuck. Yes, Sam."

Sam clutched your hips tightly, pounding into you quickly. His hand slithered into your hair, yanking your head back as he pulled. The sensation was electrifying, your pussy quivering. You could feel the buildup of your orgasm rising again.

“My whore. My slut. My good girl. You're not allowed to be anyone else's. Only mine!” Sam dictated.

You panted, “Yes Sam! Only yours! Fuck, please go faster.”

His thrusts sped up, ravaging your cunt. The hand in your hair slid back down your body, spanking your ass once. You gasped, and before you could say anything else, his fingers moved to your clit, massaging carelessly.

“Oh my God! Please touch me more!” You screeched.

“Do you deserve it? Do you deserve to come again?” He asked, slowing down his movements.

You rubbed yourself against his hand, needing any friction you could get. “Yes! Please!”

He held you still for just a moment, “Are you gonna be my good girl?”

You mewled, begging for him, “Yes! Yes, I'll be your good girl!”

He pressed his fingers harder against your clit. The added pressure made your knees buckle, your pussy leaking in pleasure.

“Fuck, I'm gonna come Sam!” You whimpered loudly.

“I'm right there too, baby girl. Come for me. Do it!” He ordered harshly.

Your pussy spasmed around Sam's cock, your juices leaking down your thighs as his cum filled you up. You bucked wildly against him, moaning wantonly and incoherently. His grunts were loud, his hips smashing into yours a final time before stopping.

You both rested against the counter for a minute or two, catching your breath. Sam suddenly perked up, pulling out of you.

“Get on your knees for me, Y/N. I'm not done with you yet.” He barked.

You turned towards Sam, dropping down to your knees without another thought.

Sam hissed, “I'm gonna fuck your mouth until I come again. I want to fill you up as much as I can tonight.”

His cock pushed towards your lips, and you felt your mouth drop open. You took his cock deeply, sighing at the heavy feeling of it. You bobbed your head, taking him in and out. You could taste yourself on him, making your cunt ache with abandonment.

“You really are gonna be my cumdump tonight,” he laughed cruelly. “I filled up your pussy, and now I'm gonna fill up your mouth.”

You hummed around his member, your tongue swirling up and down his shaft.

"Fuck, your mouth.... no wonder why Colby loves to use it. Jesus, I'm not gonna last long." He snarled, his hips trembling.

You licked the underside of his dick, wrapping your hand around it and jerking him as you did so. He cursed your name, then pulled himself away from your mouth.

He tilted your head up to look at him. Then he whispered huskily, "You're gonna hold your head still, and I'm gonna face fuck you and come down your throat."

You felt your head freeze, your mouth watering at Sam's words. He slid his cock back into your mouth, fucking you harshly. Every thrust into your mouth turned you on and seeing him in pure ecstasy made you wet.

He gritted his teeth, holding the sides of your face, “That's it. Take it, slut. Be my cumdump, take every inch of me. Fuck, I'm so close.”

You stared up at him, your eyes watering as you choked on his member. His eyes landed on yours and you could feel him start to leak more and more onto your tongue.

A guttural groan ripped through Sam, "Take every drop, Y/N. That's it, fuck! I'm coming!"

He buried his cock deep inside you, his cum sliding down your throat and filling you up. Your body vibrated with little bursts of pleasure, almost like mini orgasms shaking through you. You swallowed his load until he pulled himself out. Your mouth leaked with spit and cum, your eyes lulling back with exhaustion.

Sam helped you to your feet, checking on you. "Are you okay, baby?"

You nodded lazily; your body spent from all the pleasure. He held you against him, kissing your cheek sweetly.

You heard a groaning from the other room. You peered over Sam’s shoulder, confused by the noise. Then, Colby slinked into the kitchen, rubbing his neck.

"Bro... not cool." He spat, grimacing.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Colby's Part >>

SPECIAL: LUFFY x Y/N

part 1

(cw: kitsune, kitty/sweetheart, kissing, tickling, frottage, unprotected sex [pull out method--do not do this], s'mores/eating)

(a/n: this was so sweet, but i wasn't sure how to end it)

Songs: "Swinging Party" by Lorde, "The Bomb" by Florence + the Machine

words: 2.1k

“Soo…,” Luffy squeezes your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. He nuzzles his nose into the side of your face. “Didn’t know ya liked me like that.”

You shy into him, scrunching up your face as you bury it into his fluffy hair. “Shut up,” you mutter into soft curls; he smells like cinnamon, and milk.

“Embarrassed, kitty?”

“No!” You huff, straightening up. Your tails are squished around you, several floating around your and Luffy’s faces. He snickers as he ducks around them, his wide hands supporting your lower back.

A hush falls over your circle of friends as they clock the subtle moment of intimacy happening between the captain and his kitsune.

He kisses you.

In front of everyone, who’s all gone silent as they stare. Your belly explodes with gunpowder fireworks, and you’re sure all your tails are frizzed out. His lips are so soft.

“Hm,” you moan—can’t help it—and suddenly Luffy stands. He’s kept you in his arms, bridal style, and you gasp. He cheerfully looks around at his crew and announces the two of you will be taking the first watch.

“Everyone go to bed!” He shouts, carrying you up the ladder. “See you in the morning!”

****

So now you’re seated on your captain’s lap, this time in the crow’s nest with the stars all that much closer. He’s sitting with his back to the wooden slats, with you straddling his legs. He’s solid and warm and he’s got both his arms wrapped around your waist. He’s kissing you, slowly.

Luffy’s lips taste like salt, and his tongue tastes like milk as it darts inside your mouth.

“Shit,” he mutters, hands tightening around your hips, “S'fun, sweetheart."

Smiling, you nod in agreement. “Sure is,” you allow, skimming your fingertips up the sides of his arms. They flex, beneath your subtle touch.

“Sex is fun, too,” you whisper, lips at his ear as nerves roil through you.

“Shishishi,” he snickers, letting you lick small, slow circles at his jaw.

You start biting down his neck, as he sighs and leans his head away to give you more room. He’s absentmindedly dragging you back and forth on his cock, swiftly hardening beneath his shorts.

“Lovebites okay?” You ask, suddenly remembering his skin will bruise with hickeys later. As shameless as he is, you should’ve asked first, since it’s still his skin. He shrugs.

“Sure, I think!”

“Okay,” you nod, smooching his pulse point at the base of his throat. You shift back, letting your weight sit fully onto his hardened length.

Sex is special, for you.

You don’t wanna rush things, and mess up the absolutely radiant friendship you have with him. He’s so happy, and it makes you happy, and you want to see him stutter and moan as you sink down onto his fucking cock.

Oh, well.

So much for not rushing things.

“Sex is silly,” you say, scritching at the soft hairs at the base of his neck. “It’s stupid, and weird, but I like it a lot. And, I’d really like to have sex with you. Doesn’t have to be right now, obviously,” you flush and flick your tails. He grabs at one, playfully giving it a short tug. You swat his hand away. “Kissing’s okay for the first night,” you say, and he nods.

“S’okay with me too.”

****

Luffy’s a good kisser.

He starts off slow, sliding his lips against yours in languid, lazy movements. He captures your bottom lip in both of his, sucking in slightly. He pulls away, tugging at your sensitive lip, before letting it go with a smack.

“S’fun,” he whispers, stroking his thumbs along your waist. His skin is searing against yours, and you shiver.

“So fun,” you hum, lacing your fingers through his hair. You fluff up his curls, sorta by accident, so you smooth your palms over his hair instead. He snickers, and swats your hands away. You shrug, scrunching your nose in sheepishness.

“Shishishi,” he teases you, tickling at your sides with fluttering fingers. You squeal, trying to fend him off, but to no avail. He’s got you squirming, kicking, rolling around in his grasp. He tickles your sensitive sides without mercy as you laugh, and laugh, and laugh.

“Lu-uffyy!” You complain, hitching a breath between maddened giggles. He’s grinning at you with wicked mischief in his dark eyes, but he stops his tickle assault (for now).

“My turn,” you pounce on him, jabbing your fingers into his soft spots: his sides, his stomach, his armpits. He snickers uncontrollably, but he’s able to swat you away without much struggle. (He’s like, a lot stronger than you).

So he circles your wrists in his hands, spreading your arms apart so they’re framing either side of your face. He smiles, bright as the sun, and smacks a kiss onto your lips.

And then he drops your hands, serious, and starts kissing you in earnest. He’s sensual and so sweet, lifting your hips so you can slide back onto his lap again.

His lips are sloppier now, and his breath hitches in his chest as you suck in his bottom lip with your teeth. He lets out a soft groan, and it sets off firecrackers inside your belly. Luffy grabs your hips hard now, rocking you faster against his clothed cock. The denim of your jeans rides up against your clit, so nicely.

"Luffy--," you gasp, burying your face against his neck as he ruts your hips against his own. His fingers sink into the flesh of your hips, and you start pulling at his shirt. He breaks away just long enough to pull it over his head in one, swift motion. His torso is bare in front of you, softly lit by the crescent-moon above you in the crow's nest.

You skim your fingertips down his chest, suddenly shy.

"So pretty," you murmur, and decide to pull your own shirt off in solidarity. You're not wearing a bra.

Luffy swallows, flushed, and slowly lifts his hands to softly cup at your breasts. Has he ever seen someone like this before? It doesn't really matter anyway, since right now he's here, and Luffy's not one to care for backstories, anyway.

Slowly, he leans forward to suck one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue is silky smooth against your sensitive skin, and you lean your head back and sigh. It feels so good, to see him like this. To feel him, like this. He's so soft, so careful with you.

He swipes his tongue swiftly over your hardened nipple, while his other hand pinches with finger and thumb. He switches places, and you gasp. His spit coats your skin, as he starts to get sloppier with his movements. His cock is rock hard beneath you now, and you're starting to regret saying kissing is enough for you, for the night.

Because it's really, really not.

"Luffy," you whisper, and he hums against your skin. He rests his chin between your breasts, smiling up at you with his stupid, sparkly eyes. It's not fair, how sweet he is. You moan, pouting slightly. You rock your hips against his, pushing down harder than before. "Need you," you confess, scratching the hairs at the base of his neck, "So bad."

Luffy's face darkens.

He's got you on your back, suddenly, and he's ripping off your jeans without a second's hesitation. He groans at the sight of you, naked and soulful beneath him. The wooden slats of the crow's nest scratch your shoulder blades. You shift your tails to try and make a pillow for yourself, and Luffy settles between your legs.

His own shorts are unbuttoned and shuffled down his thighs, his hips protruding in a subtle V. There's a line of soft, dark hair that leads down to the base of his cock, which is now out in the open and bobbing against his soft stomach. You reach up to touch his abdomen, slowly trailing your fingers down to embrace his shaft. You squeeze, gently, and he groans.

"I don't have a condom," he realizes, shy. You shake your head, nose scrunched.

"Don't care," you whisper, "Just pull out."

Luffy nods, lip caught between his teeth. He's so eager to please, soothing his strong hands over your thighs. Slowly, he lines himself up at your entrance. You're slick enough to take him fully, and he hisses as he starts to push in. It stings, a little, and you whisper at him to slow down. He does, waiting for your walls to softly adjust to his width--his length. He's hot as all hell, pulsing inside you as his dick throbs with lust. You're in no better shape--panting and scrabbling at his hips for more.

"More," you whisper, scratchy, "M'ready."

He slowly shifts your hips together, sending his cock all the way to the place where it's almost too much--but just right. You hiss through your teeth, toes curling as you hook your legs around his waist.

Slowly, he starts moving.

His hips are shallow, thrusting inside you gently as your face scrunches up at the sting. He's wider than you'd thought, than you're used to, but it's so good at the same time.

You whisper instructions to him--softer here, slower there, faster now, lift my hips--and he does all these things and more.

"First time," he confesses, sweat dripping down his temples, "Special with you," He leans forward, crashing his lips into yours with no small amount of care. His confession strikes home, your heart squeezing as your walls squeeze around his virgin cock.

"Special f'me too," you stutter, his lips scrambling your thoughts as his hips speed up. His balls slap against your ass, and you moan. "First time with--someone special."

He croons into the curve of your neck, leaving slutty, sloppy kisses with his tongue slick with spit. He smells like musk--like him--and it's not long before you're scrabbling at his shoulder blades.

"M'cumming," you whisper, and Luffy speeds up. He's pistoning his hips inside you now, and it sends you over the edge with a sucker punch of a release. You gasp, saying how sweet, how good, how sexy he is. "So sweet, so sweet, so sweet like candy, baby--," you sink your teeth into the crook of his neck, and he strangles out a moan as he steers you through your orgasm. You're sweaty, panting, and his hips stutter against yours. He sits up, swiftly pulling out to jack off over your stomach. His cum is hot, thick, and stripes up your abdomen with rivers of white. The release you feel at his own, is--

Starlight.

He gasps, pumping his cock through the last shudders of an orgasm, and then he's collapsing back onto his heels. He smiles, breathy, and starts wiping you off with his discarded shirt. His shorts are still around his thighs. "So good, sweetheart," he says, as you surge forward to kiss him. His lips are soft, bruised, as you wrap your arms around him and pull him in as close as he can get.

"Special," you state, hands on his cheeks. You're speechless, besides that, but Luffy seems to get the message. He holds you, carefully, gathering you up into his chest as you both sit back against the wall of the crow's nest. He strokes your hair, scratching at the base of your fox's ears. Your skin is sweaty, sticking to his in the summer air.

"Special," he agrees, kissing the top of your head.

"Snacks?" You ask, and he snickers.

"Sure! Let's toast marshmallows," he suggests, and pulls his shorts back up to button at his waist. You throw on your own discarded clothes, and follow him down the ladder.

You smile, letting him slide an arm around your waist to support you as you step back down onto the deck. "Sanji hides the chocolate behind the popcorn kernels," you whisper conspiratorially. "Let's make s'mores."

"S'mores it is!" Luffy agrees, all smiles, as he grabs your hand to gum-gum slingshot across the ship. Stars shimmer down on you two as you sneak into the kitchen, snickering together.

"Let's have s'more sex," Luffy waggles his eyebrows at you, holding up his delicious treat, and you snort. You shove his shoulder, and he giggles as he bites into the graham cracker and marshmallow. Dark chocolate sticks to his chin, and you smile. Your cheeks hurt.

Luffy dabs some melted chocolate onto your nose.

"Sweetheart," he says, "That's what I'll call you."

You stare at him, thoroughly smitten and more than a little dazzled. "O-okay," you say, breathily, and then he's leaning forward to smack the chocolate right off your nose with a sloppy kiss. You scrunch your face, swatting him away to scrub at your own nose. Your fingers come away sticky. "Sweetheart," you say, crunching down on the last bite of graham cracker, "Suits you."

He smiles.

"Suits you, too."

****

Hi! Can I request for Ace, Shanks react to their crush sitting on their lap because of a challenge/truth or dare game?

Characters: G/N reader with Ace, Shanks, Luffy, Law A/N: I loved this request so much I was losing sleep over thinking about this. It has been all I’ve been thinking about for the past few days. Thank you SO MUCH for this. I went a little crazy with this one and I added a few extra people just because I could not get this scenario out of my brain, but your requests are up first and the longest :) 

Cw: SFW and NSFW here. NSFW is clearly marked if you want to skip that portion. Minors - PLEASE DNI WITH THE NSFW!! I promise I will have so much content for you to consume, please respect me and my work and avoid the NSFW stuff. There’s also alcohol mention, drinking, heavy flirting

Total word count: 4.2k

Truth or Dare

Ace

Word count: 1.1k

“Dare.” You weren’t normally a risk taker, but you trusted Marco not to be too wild in his request.

When his eyes slid over to Ace and a smirk appeared on Marco’s face, you immediately regretted that decision. “I dare you to sit on Ace's lap for the rest of the night. Only getting up for bathroom breaks, dares, or refills.”

Ace tries to play it off as not a big deal in front of everyone. He’s known as a super cocky and charismatic guy by the crew and he’s not about to give up that reputation because of some dare. 

You know Ace though, and you definitely see his cheeks growing red as you walk over to him. 

He opens his arms to welcome you, mostly to make a spectacle of the whole thing to the rest of the crew, but you catch him shooting daggers out of his eyes at Marco when everyone isn’t looking. 

This man is secretly a NERVOUS. WRECK. Internally he’s so awkward and uncomfortable about being this close to you and it not being on your own terms. 

Ace has never even made a move on you before. You all have exchanged flirtatious banter frequently, but you’ve never been this close for this long. 

You try to ignore it, but you can see Marco mouthing things to him when he thinks you aren’t looking. Unfortunately you’re not a good lip reader, but you think you can see the first division commander mouth out “make a move” while nodding at you.

At first Ace was super stiff and uncomfortable with the situation. He’s leaning all the way back, hands hanging by his side. He’s trying to give you the space to feel comfortable, because he knows this has to be even more awkward for you than it is for him. He looks comfortable enough to everyone else in the room, but you can feel the tension in his movements.

One of the few times he willingly gives you more contact than you already share is to reach for his drink at the table. Anytime he reaches for it, his bare chest presses up against your back, and you have to resist the urge not to lean into his warmth.

You get up to get a drink for the both of you, and when you come back, you find him talking to Marco in a hushed tone. He sounds irritated, but when he sees you, he smiles and reaches out to you, welcoming you back into his lap. 

“Truth.” You were cautious to do dares due to the position you were in now. “Do you like sitting on Fire Fist’s lap?” Haruto asked. You shrugged casually, but you could feel your ears burning. “It’s not so bad.” 

After the initial awkwardness wears off and a few more drinks are in your alls system, you both get more comfortable with your situation. You all relax into your normal selves again, bantering and laughing.

When he says something stupid, you turn around and flick his forehead, and he pretends to pout and ignore you for a while. He traces lines along your back and tickles your sides to get you to squeal and squirm away from him. 

Ace gets up to do a dare finally, and you stay standing, waiting for him to come back. “If you need a nice place to sit, I’ve got a lap even better than Ace’s!” You laugh and politely decline, but you catch Ace glaring at the guy who attempted to make a move on you. When Ace returns to his seat, he beckons to you, and you happily sit down on top of him.

You get up for a dare, and when you come back to sit with him, a few guys jokingly question when it’s going to be their turn. Neither you or Ace acknowledge them, but as you sit down, Ace wraps his hand around your waist. He’s not holding you or anything, his hand just rests there. You like the feeling.

The next time you get up for a dare, he holds you back for a second before he releases you. You lock eyes for a second before he mumbles an apology and averts his gaze. 

You two alternate between you leaning back against him and him resting his head on your shoulder or against your back.

“I really like the smell of your shampoo,'' he whispers soft enough so only you can hear. You can feel him take in a few deep breaths with his nose pressed into your hair. There's an exchange of electricity between you two. He feels it too, but neither of you say anything. You just enjoy your quiet moment of shared intimacy.

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Late in the night, you get up to refill both of your drinks.When you come back, you sit down and shift a bit in Ace’s lap to get comfortable. You can feel him involuntarily grind into your ass, and without thinking you press back into him. Both of you are painfully aware of what you’ve both done, and your cheeks flush with heat instantly. It’s a bit awkward for a little while, but after watching a few more rounds of truth or dare, you’ve both moved on from the awkwardness.

A while later, the ship hits a rogue wave and you lose your balance. Ace's arm instinctively flexes to hold you in place on top of him. He manages to steady you, but he can’t save your beer, which splashes all over your shirt. You groan, and start to get up to clean it up, but his hand grips your waist and holds you in your place on his lap. He doesn’t want you to leave. “We can get you another shirt later.”

“I'm just going to go change, Ace. I’ll be right back”

“Sorry.” He sighed, his hand still tightly gripped against your waist, pulling you as close as possible. “That wasn’t a reason you could leave your seat.” 

“Ace,” you whine back to him. You really didn’t want to smell like beer all night. “Please let me change.”

His fingers do a light dance across your midsection, and he leans close against you to whisper in your ear. “You want help?”

Luckily your cheeks are already rose-tinted from the alcohol, or else you’d be giving yourself away. Unluckily, most of the room's eyes are already on you two, waiting to see what will happen next. It’s silent for a long moment, before someone shouts out. “GET A ROOM, YOU TWO!” You’re pretty sure it was another commander,  though you’re too focused on Ace to see which one it was.

 “I’m just going to change.” You call out as you get up. Ace follows closely behind you.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever!” A mix of applause and cheers echo from the room as you all head towards your cabin. 

Shanks

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“Dare,” you say with a smirk. “Do your worst, Beckman.”

It was a game the two of you played often while on the sea, and you hadn’t lost to him yet. But his devilish grin makes a knot appear in your stomach. Perhaps you had taunted him too much. He lowers his voice so only you can hear. “Go sit in the Captain’s seat for ten minutes.”

You scoff at the notion. You were expecting much worse. “That’s not much of a dare, Beck. You had me worried.”

“You don’t think?” He raises an eyebrow and nods in the direction of the seat, and as you follow his gaze to see that your captain is currently seated where you need to be. “Go on then. And you can’t let him know about the game.”

That was always the rule. If people were on to your motives, you would lose the game. You were always sly enough to get by in the past, which is how Beckman always lost. Beckman nudges you on, and you roll your eyes and head towards Shanks.

“Hey, Captain.” You casually sit sideways on his lap and feign deep intrigue at whatever paper he’s currently looking over. 

He’s extremely taken aback and confused by your sudden comfortability with him, given you’ve never done something like this before.

He quickly recovers from his shock and has the biggest grin watching you examine the paper he’s holding. 

Shanks very quickly realizes he could get used to you sitting like this all the time, and doesn’t want you to get up anytime soon, so he ropes you into helping him with his current project. “It looks like a coded treasure map. I just can’t quite get the right sequence to decode it properly.”

He knows you’re a sucker for a good mystery/puzzle, and hands off the paper for you to look at. You quickly snatch the paper and actually start looking at it now, seriously intrigued. Plus it’s a great way to pass the time.

You almost forget that you came over here as a part of a dare. You stare at the paper and absent-mindedly lean into Shanks to get comfortable.

He wraps his arm around you to support you, and you take that as a further prompt to get more relaxed. By the time you’re both comfortable, you’re curled up his lap with your head resting against his chest. Your legs are propped up against one of the arm rests for support, and Shanks’ arm is wrapped around your back and is resting on your waist. 

You don’t seem to notice how intimate it is, preoccupied with the paper laid out before you. Shanks, on the other hand, is very aware of it. He isn’t a man who gets embarrassed easily, but he’s doing a quick glance around the deck to see if anyone’s watching you two and your very public display of flirtation with one another. 

As he looks around, he spots Beckman eyeing the two of you, and Shanks shifts a bit to pull you in closer to him. You hum pleasantly and don’t even notice Shanks and Beckman exchanging looks, your eyes glued to the paper.

Beckman just raises an eyebrow at his captain, who grins in return. The second in command winks at his captain and turns away, his mission complete. 

Your ten minutes flies by without you even realizing it. Thirty minutes, then an hour…

Shanks doesn’t normally like to stay in one place for so long, but he really enjoys having you so close to him and watching you work. 

The crew occasionally came up and asked their captain for certain things, and though they wanted to say something about the current situation he was in, nobody brought it up. In fact, they had a running bet for how long you all would stay there before you finally moved.

He would smile to himself every time you scrunched up your nose in frustration or mumbled random phrases to yourself. Normally he would tease you about such things, but he didn’t want to break your concentration or have you realize how much time had passed. 

“I got it!” Two hours had passed by the time the map was fully decoded, and Shanks felt his heart fall a little when you held the paper up in triumph. He knew it was much more likely you would abandon your seat now that your task was over.  

“It was actually three separate codes, all working off of each other's set codes, like a code within a code! So when you…” You keep explaining the solution to your captain, and he listens intently, watching your every movement. 

“You know, I’ve been trying to solve that problem for two weeks.” He laughs softly. “And you solved it in two hours.” Your face flushes noticeably. Two hours? 

“I didn’t mind it,” he says, as if he’s reading your thoughts. “It’s the best seat on the ship, after all.” 

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You can feel the tips of your ears growing hot at his remarks, and you quickly swing your legs and start to the ground to stand, but you’re pulled back onto his lap, straddling one of his legs. Your closeness over the past two hours has filled him with courage. 

“Hey now.” He presses himself against your back while he speaks, low and soft. “I don’t think I said you could get up yet.”

“Wha-” Your mouth falls open from shock, and you start to question what he means, but you’re immediately cut off when his thigh jolts upwards into the space between your legs, grinding against you. You clamp your mouth shut quickly, biting your lip to prevent a moan from escaping. 

“Captain!” It comes out as a low hiss, and you glance around the deck nervously to see if there were any witnesses, but the two of you are alone. You feel his leg buck against you again, and you squirm to get off of his thigh. But he has a tight grip on you, and moving around on him is only making him drive his leg further into you.

He hums in amusement, enjoying the attempt of your half-hearted escape. “Do you not like it?” He teases. “Your heart rate seems to be telling me something different.”

He’s right, of course. You are enjoying it. You don’t answer him, and he can’t see your face, but you can feel yourself wanting to grind back against his leg, enjoying the sensation. 

As you begin to move back into him, he shifts his leg, and you lose the high you had both been working together to build. You turn your head to face him, glaring at him for making such an intentional move. He smirks back in return. 

“I told you this was the best seat on the ship, and I’ll be damned if I don’t live up to that.” 

Luffy

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“Ha! You lose!”

Of course you lost. You were going up against Luffy in a drinking contest. You returned to your place in the circle of crew members, sitting criss-crossed on the deck. “What do I have to do now?”

Nami pulls a card from the deck, and reads it aloud for everyone to hear. “The loser has to sit on the winner's lap until the next round.”

Your eyes widen as a smile spreads across Luffy’s face. His arms shoot out to grab you before you can even protest, and he pulls you to him. “I love being a winner!” He sets you into his lap, and wraps his arms around you several times so you can’t escape. 

Luffy is never one to shy away from public affection. When he has a crush, it’s painfully obvious to everyone around him. The crew had been waiting for him to make a move on you, and finally the opportunity presented itself. 

He acts like you all have been in this scenario hundreds of times, there’s no awkwardness whatsoever. As the game goes on, he cheers and laughs, always moving you with him. He’s 100% comfortable with you in his lap.

He keeps his hands wrapped around you and his chest is always flush with your back. You two are one person now. And neither of you have use of your arms. 

You squirm a bit, trying to get a hand free to grab a drink. You definitely needed one, with the position you were in. Luffy’s head appears next to yours, his big eyes looking at you with confusion. “Hm? Are you not comfortable?”

“No, no,” you reassure him lightly. Your brain feels a little dizzy from being so close to him. “I just want a drink.”

“Oh!” His arms unravel from you and reach across the circle to grab the drink from your old spot for you. “There you go!” He repositions himself so his arms still get to be wrapped around you, but you have the ability to move your arms again. 

He rests his head on your shoulder and watches the others play their various challenges. He yells out words of encouragement and throws out challenge ideas himself. You remind yourself to have Chopper check your ear for signs of hearing loss.

Your turn comes around to partake in another challenge, this time with Zoro. Luffy pouts a bit when he has to relinquish you. It’s a guessing game challenge, and you beat Zoro by a significant amount. When you finish the challenge, you return to your seat in Luffy’s lap. 

“Thanks for coming back, even though you didn’t have to!” Luffy snuggles into you and wraps his arms around your torso again. Your face turns as red as his shirt, and everyone laughs before moving on to the next challenge. 

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After a few more rounds, half of the crew turned in for bed. The only ones who remained were you, Nami, Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, and Usopp. You were all extremely drunk, so the challenges had died down, turning into more of a game where you had to answer questions about each other or do something to avoid answering it. You still sat in Luffy’s lap, his head resting lazily on your shoulder.

“Hey, I have one for you, Y/N.” Nami glanced around the circle before continuing. “Who here do you think would be the best in bed?”

You choke on your drink, and you’re not the only one. You see everyone stiffen, and they all eye you inquisitively. You had prided yourself in the fact that you hadn’t turned down a question yet, and you could sense that Nami wanted you to eat your words. 

You think about it for a few moments before answering. “Probably Zoro.”

There’s a moment of silence that follows your answer, leaving it hanging in the air. You can’t see Luffy’s face, but you can feel him clench his fists into your side. Your eyes haven’t left Nami’s since you answered, and see a sign of shock appear over her face. She can’t think of anything to say other than, “Wait…really?” 

“Well, it’s all in the way you worded it, Nami.” You should shut your mouth and have some shame, but you can’t help it. “If you had asked who’d be the best lover,” you pause to look at the cook. “I’d probably say Sanji.”

Your eyes slide over to Usopp next, ignoring Sanji's reaction. “If you asked who’d be the most adventurous…” you laugh, catching his gaze. “The answer would definitely be Usopp.” Usopp’s eyes widened and looked away. 

“But you didn’t ask those things. You asked who’d be the best. Which has to be between Zoro and Luffy.” The group is still silent, and your eyes slide lazily to Zoro, who is returning your gaze with a glare. It’s getting hard to ignore the pain of Luffy’s hands digging into your side, his silent plea for you to stop talking, but you still continue on. 

“It’d be close, but objectively, I think it would be Zoro. But…” you pause for a second, your eyes returning to Nami. “If you asked me who I want to fuck the most, the answer would obviously be Luffy.”

At the mention of his name in that context, Luffy’s grip finally loosens on you. Everyone is staring at you in disbelief of such a bold statement, still unable to speak. You wait a beat before laughing at them all. “Well, I think that’s a good note for me to end on.” You peel Luffy’s arms off of you and stand up. “I’m off to bed.”

Luffy, with no ounce of shame in his bones, stands up before you even make it through the door. “Yeah, uh, me too!” He bounds off after you. “Goodnight!”

As soon as he’s through the door, he reaches out to grab you and pull you back to him. You don’t even have time to react before his lips are on yours, his hands tangled in your hair. 

“Luffy-” you pull away from his kiss gasping for air, but are instantly pulled into another one before you can finish your sentence. 

“I’m gonna prove you wrong,” he whispers against your lips. “I’m gonna prove that I’m the best at all those things.”

Law

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“Okay, flip them!”

You turn your card on the table that you’re kneeling in front of. Two of spades. You look around, praying not to find a match. 

“Two of spades! The captain has a two of spades!” Bepo is looking back and forth between the two of you. Your eyes cut across to Law, looking equally as unenthused as he is. 

“Who has the highest card?”

Ikkaku calls out “I have a queen,” and you feel relief. Until you hear a snicker from across the room that implies she’s been beat.

“I have a king.” You groan as Shachi flashes the card. There’s no way this man is going to go easy on you two. “Y/N has to sit on the captain’s lap for the rest of the game…or thirty minutes. Whichever is last.”

Law scowls at his crew member. “No way. Captain veto.”

“You can’t veto on game night!” Shachi reminds him, and Law curses under his breath. Your face is warm, and the table in front of you has become very interesting in the past 30 seconds. 

“Get over here, y/n-ya.” You flinch at his directness, but get up and walk to his side of the table. “Sorry about all this,” he mutters to you, as he moves into a criss-cross seated position to accommodate for your new punishment. 

“I don’t blame you,” you say, taking a seat in his lap. “I blame Shachi.” You stick your tongue out at your crew mate, but he only winks at you in return. 

Law is the kind of person who completely ignores the fact that this is happening. He doesn’t necessarily avoid touching you, but he doesn’t go out of his way to do it either. You all continue to play the game as you normally would, just in the space of each other rather than separately.

You can feel his body tighten whenever you move or shift against him. You can’t see his face, but every time you move to readjust yourself, there’s someone calling out, “What’s wrong, Captainnnn? Why’s your face so red??”

You lose again, and while the winner is trying to make up a punishment, Law excuses him to use the bathroom. Shachi refuses to let him go, and you can feel Law twitch in irritation behind you. “I just have to piss, I’ll come right back!” Shachi’s eyes slide to you, still seated on the ground, and that mischievous grin of his reappears. “Fine, Captain. I’ll make an exception for you this once.”

As soon as Law leaves, Shachi is next to Clione in an instant, whispering in his ear. A similar grin begins to mirror on Clione’s face as Shachi whispers his elaborate plan. “Y/N, you have to flirt with the captain.” Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open at their cruelty. You hadn’t told anyone about your blooming feelings for the Captain yet. There’s no way they could know, and yet they somehow did. Shachi sees your horror, and delightfully adds “Really lay it on thick, too! I want obvious flirting! Just once.”

“I’m so sorry about this, Y/N-ya.” Law apologizes again as he sits down, and you’re not sure why he’s the one who's sorry. (Really, Law is apologizing because Shachi knows that he has a crush on you and Shachi loves to meddle. Law vows to never tell another soul anything personal again after today.)

You lock eyes for a second with Shachi, who is waving you on discreetly. “Oh, it’s really not so bad, Captain.” You laugh and turn yourself sideways so you can see his face better. You place your arms around his neck and look into his eyes, which are wide with confusion and shock. “It’s almost more comfortable than…” 

The phrase getting lost in his eyes suddenly makes sense to you. You’ve never noticed how intricate his eyes were, like layers of golden flecks rather than one solid color. Even down here in the submarine with harsh luminescent lighting, they shine in a way you didn’t think was humanly possible. “Um…”

The entire crew starts laughing, and your face turns a deep red. You quickly unclasp your hands from his neck and turn around, facing the table again. All of the confidence you just had was completely washed away with one look from your captain. 

“Hey, Y/N-ya, are you okay?” His voice is soft and warm, and you can feel a hand rest on your shoulder, trying to get you to turn back to him again. “I’m fine! Sorry about that, captain.” Instead of turning back to him, you look for Shachi, who smirks and holds up a thumbs up. It could’ve gone better, but you’ll take it.

Law is absolutely perplexed by the scene you just made, but he didn’t hate it. He just wished the two of you were alone when you had done it so it would have lasted longer. He shoots a glare across the rest of his subordinates, who are still laughing at your alls interaction. “Quiet down. It’s not that big of a deal.”

You all sit awkwardly for the rest of your sentence. You sit straight up in his lap, and he stays more leaned back away. Law definitely thinks that he’s the one who made you uncomfortable and wants to give you as much space as possible for the rest of the time. 

I'm so sorry Law stans there is no NSFW for him because there is no way this man is making a move on you after one little moment or letting Shachi take all the credit for you guys getting together. This would be a PAINFULLY slow burn. (but if someone requests a followup to this or any of these pieces I wouldn’t be opposed 👀 )

Law’s NSFW portion is up here!!!

marry me, idiot. - chapter six

this chapter is so sweet and domestic I hope you guys enjoy, I love it sm!! lmk what you think mwah xx 🫶💓 3.5k words!!

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You and Spencer groaned simultaneously as the two of you left the Smosh office after another very long, wedding themed day. You'd started off the morning by shooting for the Reddit series, reacting to a load of wedding themed stories that Shayne read. It ran for longer than planned, as shoots with the three of your tend to; it was nearly two hours later that the three of you moved to the next set.

Kiana loved your idea for the TNTL wedding party gauntlet and gave it the go ahead. She appeared for both sides, Spencer and you unwilling to cave and let the other claim your shared best friend. Shayne did the same, sitting through the first round with Spencer's team, but as the last person was set to appear, he went out as CFM.

Your team ended up losing early on when Spencer's team pretended to be male strippers, each in a different costume, hired for your bridal party.

Lisa screamed and shook her head from her stool beside you as lan stood before her, rubbing his chest hair after he unbuttoned his floral button up. You tried your best to hold it in as the sole survivor of your team but caved when Spencer approached you in the rodent stume, twirling the tail around.

"That feels like it's gonna be a HR nightmare, Lisa, I'm so sorry." You laughed, wiping your mouth.

The final stretch was here, once you two had picked your bridal parties, shooting began, again. You two had decided it best to keep it within the realms of Smosh, excluding your family and other friends. It didn't really matter, you were only getting fake married.

There'd be a real wedding in the future. What? What the fuck? Would there be? You and Spencer had spent the last nine months in a secretive, blissful fog together. You'd spent the same amount of time together, just some small things changed.

You had been so wrapped up in the planning of the fake wedding recently, Kiana helping as best as she could with her own busy schedule. It felt like every moment you weren't shooting, editing, or sleeping, you were ordering a cake, ordering decorations, booking the chapel.

The stress around every other part of your relationship had blinded you, not thinking for a moment about what you two would actually become after you wed.

Spencer is about two shirts away from moving his entire closet in with yours; you were just around the corner from asking him to move in, as soon as the timing was right.

You learned just how deeply of a boob-man Spencer is, he didnt keep his hands off of you behind closed doors, and his hands liked to wander. You never complained, you missed out on years worth of love for each other, you're allowed to make up for lost time.

Somehow you two had actually managed to grow closer, if it's even possible. You'd already been attached at the hip, but Spencer began spending almost every night with you, much to Criag's dismay.

Their relationship continued on the steady path it seemed to always stay on. They avoided each other, then followed each other, then spent time together, and the cycle would begin again.

Your cat and your boyfriend were slowly beginning to learn to co-exist.

You and Spencer had established that you're a couple, you're dating, you're actually engaged and will be getting married, but as a joke. But neither of you had thought about what would come after that?

Not once in the last nine months had the thought crossed either of your minds until now. As you walked out of the office door, hands locked together, it dawns on you.

Your wedding was just over a month and a half away and you had no clue where your relationship would stand after you got married. What a fucked up situation you were in.

Spencer tugged on your hand softly, pulling you to a halt just before you reach his car. He grins as he spins you slowly, tugging you into his embrace as soon as you face him.

You couldn't help but grin as you resting your head on his shoulder, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips pressed gently against your forehead.

"You gota lot on your mind?" Spencer spoke softly, his hands trailing gently up and down your back as you nod.

"I'm kinda stressin, dude." You replied, laughing softly. The squeaking of hinges in the distance sends you jumping back a bit, hand placed to your chest.

Spencer couldn't hold in his laughter as the loud parking garage door constantly startled you. You shoved his shoulder gently, blushing as you passed him, waiting impatiently at the car door.

"Stop pouting, your face is gonna get stuck like that." You rolled your eyes, flipping him the finger as the doors finally unlocked.

You talked about your dinner plans, settling on ordering in, the both of you were far too tired to cook.

When you arrived home, you were quick to scoop your meowing cat into your arms. You pecked Spencer quickly, carrying your purring kitty down the hall as you entered into your bedroom.

Craig was quick to dismiss you, springing from your arms and onto your mattress, settling himself on Spencer's pillow.

You praised your cat quietly, rubbing his head gently before you began to gather a few things.

Kimmy and Courtney had gifted you a massive basket full of different self-care itemsa few weeks ago.

Kimmy had presented it to you, claiming that you'd need these more the closer the wedding got. You gratefully accepted the gift, so overwhelmed that anyone was treating this as if it were real, and amazed with how sweet your friends are.

You had dismissed her warning before, but as you found yourself so close, so much planning still left to do or finalize, a night to yourself sounded amazing.

The thought was entertained for days, the idea of coming home and not having to concern yourself with the wedding for a few hours became more appealing each day.

Spencer had laughed softly when you brought it up to him the night before as you two laid in bed. You rested your head on his chest, fingers balled around the fabric of his shirt as you listened to his steady heartbeat.

"Spencer?" You whispered, afraid you'd procrastinated too much and that he'd fallen asleep already.

"Y/N?" He finally spoke back after a moment. Hus voice was raspy with sleep as he adamantly denied being woken up, trying to keep from upsetting you. You would profusely apologize if he admitted it.

You laid out your plan, detailing what you wanted to do for the night with every last detail, down to the face mask you were going to use. Your cheeks grew warm, the pink invisible to Spencer in your dark room as he chuckled, nodding along.

He pulled the covers tighter, shifting after he kissed the top of your head. "Okay, baby:" Spencer spoke, resting his chin atop your head as he shut his eyes, feeling your shoulders relax as you sighed.

He slowly wrapped his arms around you, peppering your face with more pecks and kisses as you giggle, squirming in his grip. Spencer slowed his assault, trailing his lips to meet yours, melting into a fevw sweet, chaste kisses.

He knew in his gut that something was wrong, you hadn't been this stressed before. You had a lot on your plate and Spencer was more than ready to help whenever you were ready to ask.

You found yourself to be much more excited than you expected as you dug through the goodies. You pulled out a few lotions, setting aside your favorite scent alongside the matching body wash.

You quickly made your way into your bathroom, grinning at Spencer as you passed by him in the living room.

"Should order now or later?" He called out, leaning over the backside of the couch to glance into the open bathroom doorway. Spencer couldn't help the giddy feeling inside of him as he caught a glimpse of you removing your shirt.

No matter how many times Spencer sees you undressed, he's always this excited. You two had accidentally seen each other naked a fewW times before you got together, and many times on purpose since, but it was different now. Every kiss gave him butterflies, and everytime he sees you naked, he practically turns into a thirteen year old.

He realized quickly what is was that had shifted. You were his now, you gave him the freedom to roam, learning every little detail about your body, and Spencer realized that he didn't want anybody touching you like he did.

It wasn't so much of a protectiveness, but moreso because he wanted to be the one to touch you for the rest of your life and his. He'd absolutely fallen for you all over again, and it felt like it was becoming a daily occurrence.

The most intimate moments with you were so much better than he'd ever imagined. It felt like you two were made for each other in every sense of the word. He told you that he loved you constantly, but showing you was was better, and moaning it in your ear was the best.

Having you in his life felt like a gift, a privilege he would cherish forever, grateful that the stars aligned or whatever it may be that brought you to him. Spencer was way beyond head over heels.

You call out to him, but it falls on deaf ears as you shimmy out of your bottoms, your back to the living room as your boyfriend remains quiet.

"What? I can't hear you?" Spencer finally calls out to you. He had gotten lost in his thoughts, your voice mumbled as he looked back toward the bathroom.

You sigh as you unclasp your bra, a grin across his cheeks as it hits the tile floor, looking over your shoulder again. Your eyes meet your boyfriend's, the blue now your favorite color, as a blush spreads across your cheeks, finally catching him staring at you.

Spencer sits on the edge of the couch, his leg bouncing as he held his phone tightly, his cheeks now tinged pink. "Come here, I didn't catch that." He felt like a kid on Christmas morning as he heard your feet patter across the floor.

You huffed, one hand pressed to your chest as your previously discarded shirt barely covered your chest, your other hand posed on your hip as you gave Spencer a playful glare.

"Happy?" Spencer laughed, resting his hands on your hips as you slipped the shirt back over your head, tugging you into his lap. The two of you held each other, enjoying the stillness and silence until a figure jumps behind Spencer, causing you to jump as well.

A chuckle rumbled through Spencer's chest as a meow echoed from your cat, earning a glare from you as he perched around your boyfriend's neck. The two of them shared a habit of startling you.

"Order later, let me take a shower real quic-" Spencer shook his head, silencing you as your brow furrowed.

"No need to rush, take your time. I'll order whenever you want." He pressed a quick kiss to your lips, but you weren't ready to part. You trailed after him, pecking his lips quickly, hand tangling gently in his hair as the other rested on his chest.

Spencer groaned softly as your teeth sunk gently into his bottom lip, his fingertips digging into the soft skin of your bare bottom. After a few moments you feel Spencer's hands wandering under your shirt, excitement building inside of you rapidly.

Your mood dissolves quickly as your hip stings lightly, Spencer snapping the waistband against you as he pulls back slowly, a smug look on his face. You glare at him playfully, lightly punching his shoulder before your press your forehead to his, smiling.

"Go, get in the shower." He squeezes your thighs gently as you pout, unwilling to remove yourself from his lap. "Go relax, we've got the rest of our lives to spend together."

You felt a strange pressure settling in your chest at his words, your thoughts once more weighing heavy on your mind and heart.

Spencer was quick to notice the small movements you make, the twitching of your fingertips as your smile falters ever so slightly. No one could notice these tiny shifts like Spencer could.

You sigh softly, pressing a final peck to his lips before you rise from his lap. You lean over him, smiling as you scratch under Craig's chin before slipping back into the bathroom.

Spencer finally released a breath he didn't realized he'd be holding as the pipes squeak, indicating that you'd started your shower. Something was off, but he knew way better than to pry. You would come to him as soon as you were ready.

It isn't how you used to handle your problems before you started dating, but now that you

You were around each other so often, your conflict resolutions had shifted. You liked to take your time thinking over exactly how you wanted to Word everything, every answer to any question he may have.

So he'd sit on the couch, and he'd let you relax. Tonight probably wasn't the night, judging by your reaction.

You tried your best to melt away your stress with the hot water, hoping your anxieties could rinse down the drain as you shampoo your hai. You follow your own, and Spencer's, demands and take your sweet time, your phone softly playing music from the bathroom counter.

You pull on a shirt of Spencer's that you've You go through your skin care routine for the first time in a while, a thin layer of dust atop your lotion bottle.

You set it aside, mentally chastising yourself over your lack of regularity. You pull yourself on to the bathroom counter, crossing your legs as you stared at your freshly washed face in the mirror.

You sat in the small room for a while, taking your time applying a facemask as you thought over just how to approach this weird relationship.

Spencer wandered down the hall after placing the order for your pizzas, furrowing his brow with a small chuckle as he glances into the bathroom, the door still open.

You grin at him in the mirror as best as you can, the mask drying quickly and pulling your skin tightly. You spun around, motioning Spencer to join you. He stood between your legs, resting his hands on your thighs. "Do I get pre-wedding selfcare, too?"

"Of course you do, sweetheart. It's very important."' You quipped as you grabbeda headband, allowing him to push his hair out of his face.

"Ya know what?" You spoke quietly as you began applying the mask to him. He hissed as the cold, thick, cucumber scented mask swiped across his cheek, unhappy with the feeling. "I'm glad you're growing out your hair again. liked the buzz cut, but the curls suit you. You're very babygirl."

Spencer was thankful for the mask as it hid his brightly colored cheeks. Once you had read one comment where someone called Spencer that a few years back, it sparked something. had been quite a while since the last time you'd brought it up, he almost missed it.

"I am not babygirl." He protests, his nails dragging softly against your skin as he lets his hands wander your exposed thighs. You smile as much as your mask would allow, giggling when Spencer gives you a confused look, wincing as the mask cracks.

His fingertips trail under the hem of your shorts as you squirm a bit, his light touch tickling your skin. Spencer attempts to grin at you as he tugs you closer, pressed up against you as you lazily Wrap your legs around his waist.

You grab a makeup wipe and clean around your boyfriend's eyes and lips before nodding curtly. "All done, now you gotta sit around and wait." You pressed a peck to his lips, quickly dissolving into a fit of giggles as Spenc refused to let you pull away. He kept peppering your lips with soft pecks in between your laughter.

"Spence." You huffed, whining softly as he finally halting his actions, still laughing as he tried his best to stifle it.

"I have something kinda serious I wanna talk about, you dick." Spencer took a deep breath, trying to take you as seriously as he could with the cracked green mask coating your face. He finally gets his giggles under control, nodding to you, encouraging you to begin.

"Okay, so we're dating, and kinda engaged, but after the wedding, where we agreed to actually get married, are we still dating or are we married?" You speak quickly, sighing as you finish, eyes filled with worry as Spencer's heart tugs at the thought. That's why you'd been so weird, hed been stressing you out without even knowing it.

Spencer quickly raises his hands to cup your cheeks but stops short as you lean away, giggling as his hands nearly smudge your mask away. He rolls his eyes, placing a quick peck to your lips, wincing as the mask pulled his face taught.

You alarm begins to ring as your boyfriend groans, it felt like everything in your relationship was destined to be interrupted as the door bell rang quickly after. Spencer groaned, catching a glimpse of his own face in the mirror, finally taking in his current state.

"You have to answer the door, I look like Shrek, Y/N." Spencer spoke, taking a step back from you, hoping you'd slip from the counter.

You huff, keeping yourself seated as you hiss back at him jokingly. "I look like Fiona, I'm not going to get it." You argued as the bell rang again, pointing your finger towards the front door.

Spencer huffed, rolling his eyes as he trudged down the hall. "At least Fiona's hot, no one wanted to fuck the ogre." He mumbled under his breath as he approached the door, shooing off Craig as he waited to pounce on whoever may be standing outside of the apartment.

You quickly grab a washcloth, rinsing the mask from your face, quickly applying your lotion after. You take a deep breath, smiling at your reflection as you admire the glow on your skin.

Spencer returned to you after a few minutes, his face deadpan as he stood in the doorway. "Dude laughed, the guy saw my self care and laughed in my face. That sucked."

You bit back a laugh as you grab the washrag once more, slowly removing the green from your boyfriend face. Spencer was quick to steal your lotion,

You mirror him, grinning before you usher him out of the small space, the smell of greasy pizza hitting your nose. You quickly dart around Spencer, giggling as you grab the pizza box from the counter.

You settle into the couch, smiling at Spencer's before sitting beside you.

The two of you wordlessly dig in, Spencer rolling his eyes as you refuse his offer of a plate again.

think that we have to decide together what we become after the wedding. I mean, I don't care what title we put on our relationship because I'm yours no matter what." Spencer spoke softly, his eyes on yours as he smiled reassuringly.

You nodded your head, chewing your lip as you mulled over the idea. You leaned forward, swiping a bit of sauce off of your boyfriend's cheek. "You're right, and agree. I mean. it may be a bit soon to get married for a normal relationship, but.."

Spencer laughed as you gestured between the two of you. You two had built a wonderful relationship full of love despite taking the strangest route to get here.

"Move in with me." You said before taking another bite, offering him nothing else as you smiled sweetly.

"Alright." Spence chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. He never thought a relationship could be so easy; the two of you just decided to get married, for real, and move in together within a few minutes.

It warmed Spencer's heart to think about how quickly his life had changed, and how much more it would in the next few months.

Hey, can I request a karl irl x male reader fic where Karl does a bf reveal and is teaching him how to play MC. So, they spawn right next to a mushroom biome. And when night falls, reader looks and sees a zombie and just starts saying things like ew, what is that. It looks like dog shit. I wish it was dead. I am literally bout to throw up, I hate that thing." Then the zombie just despawns. Chat spans that they made the zombie despawn because he was rude. And you know Karl is just giggling in his own world. And thought the whole stream reader is just complaining about everything that doesn't go his way.

Karl has one of the cutest and most infectious laughs ever, 10/10 love that man <3

Summary: Teaching you how to play minecraft was the best idea ever

Pairing: Karl x Reader

Pronouns: He/him

[A/n]: Requests are open <3

“I still have no idea why you thought this would be a good idea.”

“Well I wanted to teach you how to play so we could play together, plus I just knew my chat would love you.” Karl rested his head on your shoulder, watching as you spun around after spawning in. Karl had brought you into his streaming room to teach you how to play minecraft, part of his boyfriend reveal video.

“That is a big fucking mushroom.” Karl laughed as you looked around the mushroom biome, there was one next to where you spawned and it quickly caught your attention.

You had spent the entire first day looking around the biome and being funny.

“Is that a cow?”

“Yes, they’re called mooshrooms.”

“How do I punch it?” Night fell and you were still looking around the biome. You weren’t worried about the mobs as you had asked Karl to put you in creative.

“What the fuck is that thing?”

“That’s a zombie.” Karl laughed at the mob, it was lingering on the border of the biome and was minding its business.

“Why is it built like that? Green bean-looking mother fucker. Blegh.” You made a fake puking noise, not enjoying the view of the zombie. Karl was dying at your insults, laughing maniacally.

“I hope that zombie dies a second time, his ugly ass is asking for it. Walking around with his unshowered, moldy dog shit smelling ass.” You continued to insult the zombie, getting offended when he suddenly despawned.

“Where the fuck did he go? I wasn’t done.”

“He, he despawned.” Karl nearly fell out of his seat, he was laughing way too hard. Even chat was dying, talking about how you bullied the zombie so much that he despawned.

“Homie bullied him so bad that he vanished.”

“You made him despawn with your bullying.”

“Good, I didn’t wanna look at his ugly mug any longer.” Eventually, Karl managed to calm down and you were able to continue playing and talking.

Somehow you ended up in a desert, looking at different sand formations.

“Why is it moving?”

“Cause you broke one of the blocks.”

“It wasn’t moving before though!” Karl giggled at your hostility towards the game, he was a genius for making you play.

“How do I pick it up?”

“You can’t pick up mobs.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, you just can’t.”

“Well how am I supposed to bring the squid with me?”

“You can’t.”

“But I want to!”

Taglist: @joyfullymulti

5 star Spa Treatment ( Smut +18)

Warning: smut ! Short story

Summary: Colby is supposed gets distracted while filming a spa video with his girlfriend.

Word count : 694

Pairing: Colby Brock x female reader

If Colby had an obsession it had to be with your boobs, since the day he met you he had a fixation on them. Sure he noticed your pretty face and he fell in love with your personality but the moment he saw you with your string top on he couldn't help but eye the way your breast rest perfectly on your chest. His eyes kept glancing down to the buds that peaked through the thin material of your shirt. So early on in your friendship you noticed his liking towards them, he would take any chance to cuddle so he could lay right on your chest.

He never went beyond that, respecting your boundaries as friends but it didn't stop him from visualizing how it would feel to lay on them bare, How the soft skin would feel in his palms. So when you guys took it a step further and became official he couldn't get enough of them. He gave the most BS excuses to be able to hold them, he once told you that statistics said it would improve his mental health therefore it was a need which resulted in an eye roll from you.

You had convinced him to let you do his skincare for your channel promising a whole spa experience. You had him lay down on the bed fluffing up the pillows for him and setting your camera besides the bed facing you guys. You had started off with cleansing his face giving him kisses in between as a reward . When you got to microblading your back started aching from leaning over him so you moved to sit on his lap straddling his waist and leaning forward for the perfect angle. Sure it enough it was the perfect angle for Colby as well, your boobs were basically spilling out of your tube top. Every back and forth motion of your arm making them bounce making him hold back a moan.

He wrapped his hands around your bare thighs gently adjusting you on his stomach so you wouldn't feel his dick hardening. Still oblivious to what your actions were doing to him you reached over him to grab a cleansing pad pushing your plump tits towards his face. Allowing his intrusive thoughts to win he reached forward yanking the thin material down causing your boobs to spill out completely. Letting out a surprised Yelp you covered them with your arms jumping back on his torso with wide eyes. " Colby!" You scowled him reaching down to pull your top back up only for him to slap your hand away.

He reached behind you placing a hand on your back and pushed you forward breast bouncing in his face as he placed your nipple in his mouth. Letting out a gasp at the sensation you arched your back placing your hands on his chest to avoid falling over. “Colbs” you moaned as he nippled on the already swollen bud before switching over to your other breast. Remembering the camera was still on you pushed off his chest, he chased your nipple only for you to push him back. Pulling your top back over your breast you got off the bed and went to turn off the camera.

“We can’t use any of this baby.” You pouted trying to decide if anything was salvageable. “ you should send it to me …..for research purposes?” Colby told you smirking as he laid with his arms crossed behind his head looking proud of himself. You rolled your eyes placing the camera in the corner and then going to lay down in the spot next to him. Laying on your side so you could look at him with your head resting on your hand you asked “what now”.

Colby rolled over raising an eyebrow before tugging your shirt down again and grabbing your brushed bud in between his fingers tugging on it. Listening to the small moan that left your mouth he smiled. “ you can let me finish what I was doing?” He asked not waiting for an answer as he rolled you on top of him so he could connect his mouth to your breast.

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Hope you guys enjoy !

Im sorry it was such a short story ! 

Grizzy x Streamer Reader

Twitch Streamers/Youtubers

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"Hey, Yn, can you watch over my stream while I go make somethin to eat?"

"Sure!"

I said, bouncing up from the couch and heading to Grizzy's room.

"Ayyy, chat! What's up?"

I saw my name spam in the chat and I began to wave at the camera.

I talked to Grizzy's chat for about 10 minutes before he came back with a large sandwich in hand.

"Yo, I just got you more viewers than you normally get, you welcome."

Grizzy scoffed and looked at the view count.

"Oh shit, girl you got fire!"

"Nah, It's probably because I got tits. Hey guys, watch Grizzy, he has better tits than me."

Grizzy turned around so fast I bet he got whiplash.

"FALSE!"

I grinned and winked at him.

"Thanks sweetheart."

Truth or Hydrate (ElasticDroid X Streamer! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous 

Requested: Nope

Warnings:  Language (as always), alcohol, sexual jokes, chat calling reader a “pick me,” basically word for word of the video just in a different order.

Pronouns: None used (First person) but menstruating reader

W.C. 1916

Summary:  During the Truth or Hydrate stream, everyone gets a little too drunk, but it’s all fun and games until someone’s feelings get hurt.

Read THIS before making a request. If a request breaks the rule, I will not respond, no exceptions. If you understand, send scenarios HERE.

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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Keep reading

HEADCANON MASTERLIST

STRANGER THINGS !!

( eddie munson ) bimbo!reader headcanons

( eddie munson ) the boyfriendism of eddie munson

( lucas sinclair ) the boyfriendism of lucas sinclair

( poly!lumax ) general dating headcanons

( poly!byler ) general dating headcanons

MARAUDERS ERA !!

none yet :(

JACKASS !!

( jackass crew ) being youngest crew member of jackass forever

( jackass crew ) youngest crew member being tony hawk's daughter (jackass forever)

( jackass crew ) hawk!daughter reader being calmer off-set & her friendship with maya hawke

( jackass crew ) what the crew likes / respects about hawk!reader

( jackass crew ) the final cup test —pleaser heels (jackass forever)

( jackass crew ) youngest crew member being johnny knoxville's daughter (jackass forever)

( johnny knoxville ) reader pulling off an insane stunt

( johnny knoxville ) reckless crew member!reader headcanons

( bam margera ) reckless crew member!reader headcanons

( steve-o ) reckless crew member!reader headcanons

( spike jonze ) famous director!reader headcanons

( spike jonze ) being his muse headcanons

Gateway {Genji X Fem Gamer Reader}

So I had a bunch of requests to do Genji but I also had a heap of other requests for other characters so I’m turning this into a series of sorts. I might only do 3 but I’ll see how I feel 😊 Decided to start with everyone’s fave green boi! Not my best work but I had fun writing it, it’s nice just to write something silly! Enjoy~ Bambi

“Oh my god! Squeez3me76 thank you for all the subs!!” You chime glancing at the twitch chat on your second screen with a fake smile plastered on your face. You were on your final round for the night and you were so keen to get some rest.

Your whole body ached from being slumped in your chair all day, your stomach churned from eating a ready meal that didn’t agree with you, and you’d be lucky to doze off with all the energy drinks you’d had today.

This was your life. The life of a professional overwatch gamer. And it was one you absolutely hated...

You never used to hate it. In fact you used to love gaming and streaming. You’d do it as a means to unwind after a stressful shift at work, you’d play with friends, you’d have fun, youd genuinely enjoy playing in competitive, and you’d earn some pocket money from the few subs you’d get.

It was fun, you loved interacting with the fandom, and after months of scrimping and saving you attended your very first BlizzCon. But you wanted to make sure it was extra memorable...

You’d taken on extra shifts at the shitty supermarket you worked at, and with every penny saved you put together the perfect cosplay. The LEDs were fully functional, the armour a sleek polished resin, and the visor with fully functional air locks and a voice modifier. And the sword, your most prized prop. Blunt, but an exact replica.

Day one of the convention arrived, and all heads turned as a real life double of Genji Shimada walked through the doors. Your feminine body was well hidden beneath the armour, your breasts were squashed to hell but you were so proud of the work you’d done and you revelled in getting the attention from photographers left right and centre.

You’d initially intended just to go and enjoy yourself, but people kept asking for your page... you pointed them to your twitch account. And by the time the convention was over your cosplay was all over the internet and your once small following had grown exponentially.

You had pooled hundreds of hours into Genji, you were extremely skilled and practically undefeated in every match. It wasn’t long before your followers began pushing you to attend the overwatch official league... Initially you hesitated. The first match fell on a work day... and you’d used up your days off... if you went you’d be fired...

A brilliant idea clicked in your mind. You challenged your followers that if you reached 10,000 subs within an hour you’d go... Not only go but go and play in your full Genji cosplay... then at least you’d have enough money to survive until you got a new job... You exceeded your goal within just half an hour.

The next thing you knew you were seated across from fierce competition... Round 1, victory... your very first sponsors began to pour in. The next match, victory... then the next, and then the next.

Each round you rose up the ranks swiftly, cutting through your enemies like the ninja you were dressed as. As you progressed your competitors went from shunning you as lesser than them, to outright begging you to stop or even attempting to bribe you... No, you kept going.

Then came the final battle.. your breath caught in your throat as Genji unleashed his ultimate... your brain momentarily broke as the Victory screen flashed before your eyes. The crowd erupted with cheers and your competitor shook your hand for a battle well fought.

It felt like a dream, Like you could wake up at any second. It only felt real when they handed you the cheque and a contract to be an official promotional cosplayer along side your gaming career. You were so glad the visor was waterproof because you began to blubber out tears of joy and gratitude.

You’d gone from an almost empty bank account to thousands over night. It seemed like such a good thing at first. You quit your day job, bought a nice apartment, new gaming gear, supplies for your next cosplay. Things were going great, but then the emails flooded in and piled up, your Twitter and other social media was overrun with notifications. You were struggling to sift through it all, offers and deals found themselves buried under fan mail, and you had to do all that plus work on cosplay and fit in 3 streams... you needed help..

It was an ungodly hour of the morning, at least for you, when your phone rang. A number you hadn’t seen in years on the screen... your mother.

You were her youngest. You had two older brothers... She adored and spoiled them but neglected you. She blamed you for your father leaving her when you were born, she outright said to your face that you were an accident. And when you were only 14 she threw you out of the house... You were homeless for a month before the school found out and got you a job and a foster home.

The moment you could afford to pack up and move across state you gladly did just that...

You looked at the number, and immediately your brain was screaming not to answer... but another part... that little girl deep within your heart wanting her mother overloaded your reason and you answered...

At first it seemed genuine, apologetic even. She was a manipulative woman, and lying came naturally to her... She said she was medicated now and back then she had hardly any control over herself... Part of you knew she was lying but you didn’t care... you wanted her in your life... you wanted your mama... you wanted to have a good relationship with her... you agreed to meet up...

And now here you were... she was your manager. And she was working you to death and milking you dry...

She had a strict control over your schedule, access to your accounts including your bank, and she gladly took whatever she wanted from you whenever she wanted. She’d gotten your older brothers in on her scheme too... she’d bought herself a house with your details, a car for herself and one each for your brothers with your details too, and you let her... you let her because it meant she wanted to be around you... she was killing you and you were allowing it to happen...

You had 5 streams a day now. From 6am to 2am, every day. 2 for cosplay crafting, and 3 for gaming... The only ‘time off’ you received was for photoshoots or conventions...

Your apartment was a mess, you wanted to hire a cleaner but your mother wouldn’t allow it, she said you were being lazy... You wanted to eat better but you hardly had time to online shop never mind go to the grocery store or cook. So you lived on microwave meals and caffeinated drinks... at this stage you were held together with rubber bands, hope, and migraine medication...

The pains had started a month into this torture, it was your body’s last warning... you were sinking.. and fast...

...

Your eyes practically glazed over as you stared at the screen, the racket of the match and the twitch stream filling your ears only occasionally interrupted by the shrill screech of a toxic player on voice chat...

‘Teleporter online.. I have opened the path...’

You were so used to hearing that line you assumed it was in the game... but there was no Symmetra on either team... you caught movement in your peripheral vision... the subs were pouring in so fast it was causing lag on the twitch screen, “What the heck?...” you mumble looking at the text as it poured in.

“What the hell is that?!” One wrote, “I think I’m regretting smoking that spliff...” another typed, “is this edited?! Is it even live Rn??” Another asked, “Y/N!! LOOK BEHIND YOU!!!” Another wrote repeatedly...

You took off your headphones and turned your gaze behind you to see a giant portal on your wall... your mouth hung agape... it looked almost exactly like the vishkar Teleporters from the game... you were so entranced you didn’t see the figure getting flung right towards you until it was too late...

A sleek armoured cyborg you recognised all too well tumbled through the gateway after being thrown by none other than doomfist... you couldn’t get out of the way in time. The hilt of the ninjas sword struck the side of your head knocking you out cold as he slammed into your desk wincing in pain, “I’ll need h healing after that...” he groaned. Genji...

He pushed himself up and grabbed his blade before charging at the portal, it closed and he slammed right into the wall, but not before he saw his older brother reaching right for him to save him...”ANIJA!!!” Genji screamed punching the wall so hard his fist went through it...

After a moment he composed himself... the sounds behind him caught his attention.. the twitch emotes going ham... the game displaying the POTG showing off your performance as genjis very own virtual counterpart... he looked down and saw you on the floor... head bleeding heavily...

He walked forward and pulled the plug to the powerboard, the stream went dead... all anyone saw was the masked ninja staring right at them before static filled their screens. once he was sure it was private he immediately scooped you up and carried you from your gaming studio to your bedroom. He lay you down and pulled the med kit from his bag.

For such a small wound your head was pissing blood... he assumed the cafinated drinks were to blame, especially given your rapid heartbeat... as he wiped the blood away he took your makeup with it... his breath caught in his throat seeing the heavy bags under your eyes and the paled greyness to your skin... you weren’t well. Not at all... Even still, despite your sickly appearance, you were very cute...

After patching you up he stood and turned around to go find some water for when you’d wake... He nearly jumped out of his skin barely holding in a scream as he bumped into... himself... well.... your cosplay of him, you’d kept it proudly displayed on a manikin. After realising it wasn’t real or just an oddly placed mirror he looked it over and was thoroughly impressed.

It wasn’t hard for him to figure it out with everything he’d seen. wherever he was, he was a video game character here... and he was popular enough that you could stream his gameplay for a living and cosplay him...

...

Genji found himself cleaning your apartment. He was exhausted, and definitely injured to some extent. But he couldn’t sleep... He was worried, about his brother, his friends, and now you... He couldn’t leave you unsupervised after essentially clubbing you over the head...

So, he cleaned. He initially was just going to explore your apartment but everywhere he went he found mess. The garbage was crammed with empty soda cans and empty takeaway containers. The laundry was stacked in baskets and he couldn’t discern clean from dirty. It was clear you weren’t looking after yourself...

His worries were confirmed when he checked the pantry to find nothing more than a half empty bag of rice and 2 minute noodles. And in the fridge he found half eaten takeaways. Energy drinks, and in the freezer, nothing but ready meals..

No human being could survive on this, not for very long at least...

The sun was just beginning to rise as he finished cleaning. The kitchen was spotless, the bathroom sparkling, laundry all washed and folded. He’d just returned from taking the garbage out when he heard you stir...

He rushed into your room just in time to hold open a bag for you to vomit into... yep... you had a concussion alright...

In your delirium you thought for a moment he was one of your older brothers... he must have seen the stream ended early last night and now you were in trouble, “p-please! Don’t tell mo-” you tried to plead before spewing up another bout of bile...

Genji felt worry bubble up in his chest... -don’t tell mom?.. what the hell is going on here?!- he thought. He was beginning to have a hunch that you weren’t exactly living like this willingly...

He gently ran his fingers through your hair keeping it out of the way for you, he was careful not to get it stuck in the joints of his cybernetics. The gentle touch was so foreign to you, but something you craved desperately... you leaned into his hand and whimpered as you emptied the last of your stomach contents into the bag...

Once you were done he tied it off and threw it into the trash. As he reached for a bottle of water your voice caught his attention. “Am... I dead?...” you ask softly. He looked back at you confused, the green light of his visor making you cover your eyes in pain. He swiftly turned all his LEDs off, “no... you’re very much alive.” He cooed as he began to untie the ribbon at the back of his head.

“Yes I am...” you mumble. “I’m talking to you Genji...” you whimper. “Oh? And how does that mean your dead?” He says as he tied the fabric around your eyes protecting them from the light. “Because you’re my main...” you whine. “Main?” He chuckled. “Yeah... you’re my main character Genji... you’re a video game character dummy...” you say as he fluffed up your pillow for you.

“Am i now?...” he smiled as he held a bottle of water to your lips, you gladly sipped at it until it was almost empty. “Yeah...” you said after gulping down your last mouthful.

This was a lot to take in, but it confirmed his suspicions, he was a video game character in this world after all. “Since you know me, what’s your name then?” He asks as he tucked you in. “Y/N.... you should know... you’re just my.. imagination...” you whisper as you began to nod off...

“Then you have a very vivid imagination.” He smiled, “go back to sleep Y/N... I’ll be right here.” He whispered as he held your hand. You hummed softly as you drifted off again.

Genji got comfy on the floor by your bed, after adjusting himself a little he took in a deep breath and exhaled as he began to meditate...

...

A few hours had passed of blissful silence, it was peaceful... he had so many questions boggling away in his mind as he thought of how to explain what had happened to you, he wasn’t even entirely sure himself.

An ear piercing shriek if a ringtone broke the quiet and startled him to attention, and woke you up. You initially panicked being unable to see before you realised your eyes were covered. You pulled the ribbon off and looked around frantically for your phone, not even registering that there were two genjis in your room. Your cosplay, and well... Genji himself.

You fumbled reaching for your beside table, as you answered you accidentally hit speaker phone... “y/n?!” Your mothets shrill voice echoed through the speaker. Before you could reply she cut you off, “ugh finally! You know I don’t like waiting for you to answer me! Listen this is about last nights stream.” She said before you could hear her muffled voice giving commands to someone in the background. “Yeah I I can expla-” you try to say but she cut you off again, “It was great!! Who was that cosplayer? What editing program did you use for that?? It was brilliant! We have sponsors ringing off the hook! I’m already- hold on a sec.” her voice was now only partially muffled, “I SAID MOVE IT OVER THERE!!” She screamed.

You winced and covered your ears as the noise hurt your already sore head... “What was I saying? Oh yeah! No streams today! I want you down at the action set in 3 hours! Bring your mercy cosplay, And that cosplayer too! I’ll pay him extra for his time! Bye bye!” She hung up before you could answer...

“Cosplayer?...” you mumble... “I think she’s referring to me?...” Genji suddenly spoke. You looked up from your phone as his LEDs turned back on... there was a moment of silence, you remembered last night but... no... that couldn’t have been real... and yet... here he was... “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!” You scream and stagger out of your bed.

You ran to your Genji cosplay and un clipped the sword drawing it and pointing it right at him. “I I I’m warning you! S stay back!!” You whimper. The room began to spin as the head rush hit you... you dropped the prop and fell only to land safely in the real genjis arms...

“Easy... easy...” he cooed as he gently lifted you up. Your face flushed red as he lay you back into the pillows, safe and sound. “I was worried you’d react like that... do you remember what happened?” He says tilting his head.

You look at him puzzled, he looked like his video game counterpart but his armour looked... real, battleworn... you saw where the white finish had been scraped away to reveal solid metal. You could see the tubes tremble occasionally even when he held still. This wasn’t possible and yet. He was right here. “I was streaming and... there was a portal...” you mumble.

He nodded. “And doomfist sent me flying right through I-... ah... do you know who that even is?” He asks softly. You nod, “hes the leader of talon yeah?... I know him... I know your older brother too... I know mccree, Reinhardt, reape-” he raised his hand cutting you off, “I get it... so... Overwatch is just a video game here then...” he sighed.

You nod, “yeah... sorry if this all seems hard for me to believe bu-” he cut you off again and held out his hand to you, “this should prove I’m real.” As he said that a green light seeped out from under his armour. It twisted and spiraled forming into a long slender, but palm sized green dragon. “Say hi soba.” He says in a chipper tone.

The dragon looked at you, and you gawked at her in shock. She poked out her tongue and greeted you with a blep. Genji couldn’t help but laugh, “see? Now do you believe me?” He says as the dragon jumped from his hand and onto your face making you gasp. She climbed up onto your hair and began to shuffle about in it like a bird nesting.

“Stop that you.” Genji says picking her up making her growl, though at this size it sounded closer to a squeak.

You couldn’t believe it... this was him, this really was him. He was real! “I... I don’t know what to say...” you mumble. He chuckled. “well, I do... I’m sorry for hitting you on my way in... And... is there anywhere around here we can get some real food?...” he says softly, “your body will need something more than 2 minute noodles.”

Your stomach growled... you looked at the time on your phone... “I... I don’t think I’ll have tim-” Genji suddenly plucked your phone from your hand and put it on the bedside table. “Yes you do.” He says sternly. “But... mom wants me at the photography studio in 3 hours and I have to get ready before going th-” he lifted you up suddenly. “You’re not going. You’re going to get dressed and we’re going to get something to eat and then get propper food for your fridge.” He wasn’t taking no for an answer. He was smart. He added up that your mother was the one responsible for this...

He stood you up and pulled out some clothes from your drawers handing them to you, “go have a shower and get ready.” He says softly, “I’ll reapply a patch over the cut when your done.” You couldn’t tell with is visor on but he was smiling.

It suddenly clicked, “g Genji you can’t go outside!!” You blurt out. He tilted his head confused, “what? Why not?” He says softly.

“L look at yourself! Omnics don’t even exist here! And we can’t go into a store with your face covered up! People will think you’re going to rob the... the...” you froze watching him reach up to his faceplate. He clicked the sides and the pressure locks released. He removed it along with his head guard revealing soft green hair. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw his face... the scars weren’t anywhere near as bad as what you’d imagined... “pretty...” you mumble out loud making him blush.

“Th-thank you.” He stuttered out now very shy... “have you... got anything baggy I can wear?... a hoodie maybe?...” he asks softly. You were so entranced by his eyes it took you a moment to register the question. “Oh y yeah I think I have something!!” You stammer out before running to your closet...

After fumbling about for a moment you returned with a simple white hoodie, it was oversized on you but it fit him perfectly. You rummaged around your drawers and pulled out a pair of black sweats that were more than loose enough. He slid them on over his cybernetics without trouble, “Do you need shoes??” You ask looking at his feet. He genuinely laughed. “I can take my legs off at the knees. I’ll be fine, trust me.” He smiled. “This is more than enough... do I look... kind of normal?” He asks softly.

You nodded. Most people would just see the wounds and synthetic skin and assume he’d been in a car crash or fire. “You look great Genji.” You smile. He nods watching as Soba snaked her way out of his sleeve and into his pocket. “Heh, comfy?” He asks. He heard her blow a pleased raspberry in response.

You giggled, she was very cute. Just like... her master... you jumped a little in surprise as Genji patted your hair, “shower, go... I’ll be waiting in the living room.” He smiled. He had a beautiful smile... you did as you were told and hurried off...

After about 30 minutes you stepped out. Dressed casually, a little makeup to cover the bags under your eyes, and your hair in a messy bun. Genji immediately stood and smiled, “you look good... let me see your wound.” He whispers.

He wasn’t a very tall man but he was taller than you, he gently pulled you close and peeled back the patch... he sighed, “it’s already healing but... it’ll take a while, I’m sorry for hitting you I swear it was an accident..” even with the robotic rasp to his voice he sounded so upset over hurting you... “it’s alright Genji I don’t m- o ow!” You hiss as he applied a balm to it before placing a new dressing down. “There, That should do you for the day.” He smiled.

Up this close you could smell him... he smelt like macha tea, cherry blossoms, and a faint hint of hemp oil oddly, it must be for his cybernetics you wondered. You were cut off from your thoughts feeling your stomach growl.

Genji chuckled and gently slid his hand around your waist, “let’s get you some real food hm?” He smiled. He thought he’d lost his playboy charm years ago, but he was as smooth as ever. “Y-yeah.” You blush. Your mother would be furious you blew her off... but... Right now? All you wanted was to be close to Genji. You two exited your apartment, leaving your phone behind...

As soon as you got outside he suddenly lifted you up onto his back, “you’re not well Y/N... I’ll carry you.” He smiled. Yet.., you could see a faint grimace... was he hurt?...

You nod, your face bright red as you hugged him tightly, “are you sure?..” you mumble into his back. He smiled and nodded, “mhm~ doesn’t bother me!” He chimed. “O-okay.” You stammer out.

The ninja started to move but not at the pace you were expecting. You thought he’d walk but the next thing you knew you were literally flying over rooftops. He moved so abruptly you couldn’t even scream to tell him to stop. He landed in an alleyway by a cafe, unseen, safe. With you looking like a stunned mullet on his back. “This place looks good.” He smiled peering around the corner before setting you down.

As soon as he did you found your voice and you adorably started hitting his chest, “y you idiot! You scared the hell outta me! You can’t be doing that! It’s not normal here!” You squeal. He couldn’t help but smile, you were so cute... he gently took your hands making you freeze. “Mada Mada... Stop that... you’ll hurt yourself,” he cooed.

Your face went red and you looked down embarrassed. He chuckled and did something even he wasn’t expecting. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead being mindful of the patch. -did I just... oh god I just kissed her!!!- he thought as his brain caught up with his body.

You looked up at him, he was as red as you were now, with his hair he looked like a tomato. “Um...” he mumbled. “Umm...” you reply... “l let’s go eat.” He says hooking his hand back around your waist. You nodded and let him lead you inside...

...

Breakfast was lovely, you ate so much you felt like you’d burst. You weren’t expecting Genji to be so confident without his visor on... he explained he used to be traumatised about the very idea of going outside without it but now he realises it’s literally fine. People stare all the time at anything, there are always going to be rude assholes, but he can hide away and be miserable or enjoy life.

He talked about Zenyatta, how he helped him come to terms with his new body. He spoke so fondly of Hanzo too and that he was on very good terms with him again. You found it heartbreaking hearing about how Hanzo had essentially been groomed into a murderer through years of abuse. It made you feel bad for hating him as a character now, especially given that Genji himself was so proud of how far his older brother had progressed into a more peaceful life.

You hung on his every word. He spoke about everyone in overwatch, his days in blackwatch, how things here seem so similar but so different to his world. But then he tried asking about you... about your life... about your mother...

He earned only half answers or nothing at all for his questions... it concerned him a lot... He’d seen the same behaviour in his older brother during their youth, he’d ask him about bruises, he’d lie or just not respond at all, Genji didn’t push him further and he regrets it immensely for not helping him then... this was just like that. Only the wounds were emotional, and mental... He wasn’t going to stand back and let this happen...

After you two were done with your food you made your way to the supermarket. Genji intended to keep you as far away from your home and by extension your phone as possible for as long as possible...

You immediately made a b-line for the frozen food section. You were about to open the freezer to the ready meals when Genji picked you up and carried you to the other side of the store where the fresh produce was. Despite your protests he wouldn’t let you go back that way. So you filled your basket with fresh food as he asked.

He wouldn’t even let you grab an energy drink, instead he grabbed you a water. “I don’t want water I wan-” you froze as he pressed his lips to your forehead again. “Stop it.” He scolded. Your face went bright red, you were too stunned to argue...

By the time you two reached the checkouts your legs were already wobbling and even with your makeup you were looking pale again. After bagging your items Genji picked them up and lifted you onto his back, you were a lot worse than he thought you were... “I’ll make lunch when we get back, and you should have a nap.” He says as he carried you home. “But... what about mo-” he looked back at you. The expression on his face practically screamed that it wasn’t up for debate... you nod and rest your head against his neck. “Okay...”

He decided to take it slow on the way back, it wasn’t long before he could hear you snoring softly. You’d dozed off, -kawaii...- he thought looking back at you fondly. It had become pretty clear by now that he had a thing for you, and judging by how you behaved when he gave your forehead a peck, you did too.

As he arrived back to your apartment complex he spotted a car that wasn’t there before. A very fancy one at that... he walked up the flights of stares and as he approached your floor he could hear voices... two men... “Y/N OPEN UP!!!” One roared. “She’s probably asleep again, yes mom she’s not answering her phone or the door! No I don’t have a key!” The other said, clearly talking on the phone...

Genji peered around the corner... They were a lot taller than him but he’d taken down far bigger targets... he shifted you around so he was holding you in his arms in case they’d try to grab you. You only groaned not stirring from your sleep. He kissed your hair and reached into your pocket finding your key.

After adjusting the groceries he stepped into the hall and approached them, “can I help you gentlemen?...” he says softly.

The two glared at him, you had the same nose as them... your brothers Brayden and Harold... they were fall, fat, and clearly didn’t have any of your good looks... “Who the heck are y- Y/N!!” Brayden shouted stepping forward.

Genji jumped back a distance not humanly possible. He ended up at the other end of the hall again. “I’m her boyfriend! Who the hell are you?! Why are you here!?” He growled..

You whimpered and opened your eyes, but Genji gently tucked your head into the crook of his neck. “Genji?...” you whisper with a soft meek voice, “shhh Y/N... it’s okay.” He whispered.

Your brothers both went pale... you having a boyfriend meant bad news for them... they’d lose control over you... “y y/n doesn’t have a boyfriend! We would know!” Harold stammered out. “Oh yeah?...” Genji smirked before gently turning your head and kissing your lips.

Your eyes went wide... he tasted like sweet tea and the muffin he’d had for breakfast.. you melted into the kiss and gladly let his tongue explore your mouth... when he pulled away you were too relaxed to say anything. He looked back at your brothers with venom in his eyes, “y/n and I were getting ready to go to your mothers stupid photoshoot, she hit her head so I took her to the hospital... not that you’d care right? You’d make her work through it all even if it killed her wouldn’t you!!” He roared.

The two larger men tried to argue but only sputtered out gibberish. He could hear your mother on the other end of the phone screaming to know what was going on... “Get lost. Before I call the police...” Genji snarled...

Your brothers took off past you two and bolted down the stairs... Genji looked at you with a soft and gentle smile, “now then Y/N. You’re going to take away your mothers access to your accounts, tell me everything she’s done to you, then you’ll have a nap, and I’m going to make us lunch. Sound good?” He asks.

That little part of you craving your mothers affection died the moment genjis lips had found yours... he genuinely cared about you... he stood up to your thuggish older brothers without a hint of fear... you nod and nuzzle into him. “Y-yes Genji... thank you.” You mumble. He smiled and nuzzled your hair, “shhh, it’s okay.” He cooed before opening the door.

...

It wasn’t hard removing your mother from your accounts, not physically at least. The emotional baggage though made it difficult... but all it took was Genji wrapping his arms around you and comforting you and it was done... you even cancelled payments on her house and your brothers cars.

A few phone calls to the realtors tied up the loose ends. They were horrified to hear of your situation and gladly cancelled everything for you... After changing all your accounts and email passwords you’d done it... her hold on you was severed...

You weren’t expecting to get so emotional but as soon as you blocked her number... you started to cry. Genji hugged you closely cooing to you softly in English and Japanese as you sobbed into the hoodie... “I just w wanted my mama!” You cried, “I didn’t m mean for it to get this bad, I just wanted my mommy.”

Genji held you closer and nuzzled your hair as you poured everything out to him, the unfair schedule, the mental abuse, the manipulation, everything... he wanted to find your mother and give him a piece of his mind... luckily, he wouldn’t have to wait long...

After calming you down and cleaning off your makeup again he lay you down for a much needed nap. As he went about making lunch he blinked hearing a knock at the door, a very loud knock that even sounded obnoxious.

He walked to the door and peered through the peephole... Your brothers were back, and they’d brought your mother with them... He smirked...

As soon as the door was open your mother and brothers took a step forward... then immediately staggered back against the adjacent wall... Genji stood there, arms folded, and his dragon soba, now so gigantic her snarling mouth took up nearly the whole hallway... “Can I help you?” Genji grinned.

Your mother stepped forward, apart from her nose it seemed you must get all your beauty from your fathers side of the family “Y-Yes um....” she paused looking at soba as she snarled... “I’ve come to speak with Y/N about this whole little misunderstanding. Go fetch her for me will you.” She says taking another step forward.

Soba growled and moved forward making her stay back. “Misunderstanding? Is that what you call it? You work your daughter nearly to death, you take all her money and spend it on yourself and your sons, you call her a mistake, blame her for your marriage failing, you use her as little more than a cash cow and you call her standing up for herself a ‘misunderstanding?” he growled.

“How dare you speak to me like th-” a heavenly voice sounded cutting her off. “SILENCE!!!” Soba roared... “this is your only warning...” Genji said moving forward, “leave... before I make you...” he says glaring at them as the lights in his she’s turned blood red...

The three of them stood trembling... all it took was for soba to move forward a little too quickly and they scurried off like the cockroaches they really were...

He looked back up at his dragon as she shrunk back to a tiny green noodle. He smiled and nuzzled her making her blep. “Good job soba...” he praised. “Genji?...” your soft voice sounded from the hall...

The cyborg looked over to see you standing there in your pjs, looking so adorably sleepy. You were a vision.., “They’re gone now Y/N... are you hungry?” He smiled. You nodded and shuffled into the kitchen as he walked to you. He slid his hand around your waist and pulled you in for another kiss...

“I don’t know how long I’ll be here... or if I’ll ever get to go back home... but if I do... will you come with me?... this world isn’t worthy of you.” He whispered as his eyes flicked back from red to brown. “I...” you thought for a moment... Live here, behind a screen... or live in the world you’d so fondly watched through a screen with the cyborg you’d become so smitten with in your arms... you nodded. “Y-yes please Genji... id like that.” You smile.

He pressed his lips to yours and held you close... “it’s going to be okay now Y/N...” he smiled.

...

It came time to get ready for bed. It wasn’t hard figuring out the sleeping situation, you wanted to share your bed with him. And he gladly accepted the offer.

He stood by your bed as you updated your Twitter with the new streaming hours. He was preparing for a shower, you tried not to look but... damn he had a nice ass.

You watched as he released pressure locks on different parts of his body removing cybernetics pieces at a time. The grey cover you’d always assumed was his actual body turned out just to be a skin tight suit the armour attached to. He slid it down revealing his real flesh and some synthetics beneath it.

His tattoo... despite being cut up in places or covered in others, it was beautiful... it spread from his right shoulder all the way down to his left thigh. But what really caught your attention was a large bruise on his lower rib, “y-you’re hurt!” You say standing up.

He jumped a little feeling your soft hand press against his exposed skin, “y/n...” he gasped... it had been so long since anyone other then himself or Angela had touched his human parts... he didn’t realise he was so deprived of contact. He hugged you already plenty of times but his cybernetics could only feel so much...

You blinked, he was trembling... This felt strange to him, and he was honestly a little frightened, of both being handled and of your judgment... you smiled and gently inspected the bruise, relieved to feel it was just that and nothing was broken. He whimpered at being prodded but it was to be expected, it was a painful looking mark.

You looked at the rest of his back before hugging him from behind, “beautiful...” you whisper as you kissed a long healed scar near his shoulder... just over where his heart would be. “Thank you...” he replied softly. He turned revealing his chest and exposed torso... “Will you... bathe with me?..”

Your face went bright red at the question. He quickly corrected himself, “I I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself I just! I’m very sore and I can’t reach parts of my back and I’m i oh god I’ve overstepped I’m sorry!!” He says flustered.

You giggled, he was so cute... “I I’d love to help you bathe. Will you.., help me?..” you blush. He nodded pulling you closer for another kiss. “I’d be more than happy to help.” He smiled pressing his forehead to yours.

...

Two weeks had passed since Genji had arrived. He’d changed your schedule to 2 stream days a week, and even then each stream only lasted a few hours. It was all you’d need to do. The rest of your time he ensured was spent relaxing and recovering. It’d be a while until you were better, something as simple as walking was sadly enough to make you dizzy, so Genji made sure he was never far away from you.

You ended up buying Genji some more clothes for him to wear over his cybernetics, all of them baggy and snuggly. It made his cuddles extra comfy.

Genji was growing rather fond of domestic life, he’d even join you on your streams. Everyone merely thought he was a great cosplayer and nothing else.

It was during a stream day when the first portal opened... it was small, but big enough for one individual to slip through. You’d gotten up to go grab a snack from the kitchen when it opened up near the fridge and as it did, a number of purple and blue pixels seemed to float through and form into a figure you recognised all too much.. Sombra...

“Yeah this is definitely the location we lost the ninja at.” She said holding her hand up to her ear, a communication device? “Yep I can hear you loud and clear, I’ll start searching for hi-... Hola...” she froze seeing you. You both stared at each other in silence until Genji called out from the hallway, “Y/N?... Baby are you okay?” He rushed out worried you’d fainted again.

“Olivia?..” he blinked seeing Sombra. She immediately piped up and tapped the com. “Yo! Mccree! 76 you there?? I found him!” She chimed.

“H-hold on a minute aren’t you with talon?! Why are you helping them?!” You ask confused. She looked at you just as puzzled, wondering how you’d even know that. “I’m a double agent, I work for overwatch and feed them info from the inside.” She says raising her hand making a screen appear, “right we have established communication, at least we know you’re alive now.” She chimed. “It’ll take another few days to get a Teleporter large enough set up to get you back throu-” Genji suddenly cut her off, “Us... Y/N is coming with me.” He smiled hugging you from behind.

She blinked and looked at you both before a grin formed on her face. “Ohhhh!!!!” She was practically beaming. “Your brother is gonna flip! Okay I’ll get it organised! Leave it to me!” She says as the small portal opened again. “I’ll see you both in a few days!” She says as her body pixilated and disappeared back through the gateway...

You looked up at Genji puzzled and he just smiled planting a kiss on your nose. “I managed to win us the game... how does pizza sound for lunch?” He chimed.

...

A few days went by. You’d spent it packing your belongings... you’d sold off all of your gaming equipment including your apartment and appliances, as well as your cosplays... All you had left was your clothes and a few other small belongings.

Sombra had transferred all your funds into a bank account with your name on it. You’d closed down all your social media including your twitch... As far as the world was concerned you’d dropped off the face of the planet, and little did they know, you really were about to... You were all set to go...

You and Genji were in the process of taping up a box of clothing when the knock came at the door, you assumed it was the realestate agent come to collect the keys. You were confused, you told them you’d just leave them in the door as you left... they were early too...

As you opened the door you froze seeing your mother and brothers standing there, “this ends how Y/N! You’re coming with us!” She shrieked as Brayden grabbed hold of you trying to pull you out the door, “N no let go of me!!!” You screamed. “Our lives are in ruin because of you and you’re going to make things right again you ungrateful little bitc-” A loud blast cut your mother off...

“Teleporter online... I have opened the path...”

You look back to see the portal open again this time in the living room, a woman stepped through, you recognised her immediately just from her outfit... Symmetra. “I’m looking for a miss Y/N-.... what on earth is going on here?” She asks seeing the look of distress on your face.

Two more figures stepped through as Genji barreled down the hall having heard you scream, Jesse Mccree, and genjis own older brother Hanzo Shimada... “what in the Sam hell have we just walked in on?” Mccree says looking at your older brother who still had a hold of you...

“A murder...” Genji growled drawing his sword...

Immediately your brothers tried to pick you up. Mccree drew peacekeeper and shot at the doorway barely missing them... “I suggest you let that young lady go before I let my friend and his brother deal with you...” he says lowly.

As soon as their grip on you released you ran into Genjis arms sobbing... your mother growled at Genji like a feral cat, “everything was perfect until you turned up! You put ideas in my daughters head! You turned her against m-” An arrow whizzed past her head shooting your brother Harold in the shoulder.

You look to see Hanzo already knocking another one into his bow. “That. Was your only warning.” He said coldly... you could see his tattoo beginning to glow...

Your mother bolted off with her tail between her legs, abandoning your brothers to follow after her...

Genji watched them scurry off before sighing as he held you tight. “Shh it’s okay now Y/N...” he cooed patting your hair.

Hanzo stepped forward placing his hand on genjis shoulder. “Take her through, Jesse and I will grab her belongings. Satya, how long do we have?” He asks looking back at her as she picked at her nails. “I can keep it open for 10 more minutes. You’ll have to hurry.” She says softly.

The archer nodded looking back at his brother. “I I only have a couple boxes, it won’t take long..” you mumble softly. Hanzo nodded, “very well, we’ll be with you shortly. Get her through and take her to Angela immediately. She doesn’t look well.” Despite his naturally harsh sounding voice, you could hear nothing but care and concern underlining his tone. Genji was right... he was a good person.

Genji nodded smiling at his older brother, “thank you Anija.” He says as he shifted you onto his back. You held on tightly as he carried you to the portal. Jesse nodded at you as you passed, “Don’t worry, yer in good hands now Darlin.” He winked before walking off after Hanzo to grab your things.

“Ready?...” Genji asked looking back at you... you nodded and smiled, “ready.” You say with a shaky voice.

He stepped through the gateway literally leaving your old life behind you. Well... not entirely... Overwatch was your life then...

And now?

It’s your whole world...

Gateway {Hanzo Shimada X Fem Reader}

I’m probably going to re-write this fic at some point because I’m just not happy with it.

{Edit: also for this I know Hanzo doesn’t actually have prosthetics he just got dainty ankles but dammit I love the tortured possibilities the head cannon gives him as a character so I’m doing it dang it!}

Enjoy!~Bambi

The bustling of the convention floor echoed on every wall and through every hall, BlizzCon was in full swing, and you along with a selection of guest cosplayers had a front seat row to it all.

To say it was a dream come true would be an understatement. To think a year ago you were just a collage student, and now you were a rising star amongst the cosplay community, more specifically, the overwatch community in general.

You initially bought the game to play with friends in your free time, and you fell head over heels in love with the characters and their designs. One character in particular though stole not only your attention, but your heart. Hanzo Shimada.

His hair, his costumes, his tattoos. Everything about him was breathtaking to you. You found yourself analysing piece by piece of his look until eventually you scrimped and saved enough to go out and buy the materials needed to make it for yourself, a feminine variant of it at least. Your main was your very first cosplay, and the one that sparked your professional career.

Upon wearing it to a small local convention you bumped into several well known cosplayers who were chasing the con season for all its worth. They fawned over your craftsmanship and when you mentioned setting up an Instagram for your work they begged you to do so so they could follow you.

You uploaded a single photo, that was all it took. From there your career spiraled up the ladder and your follower count rose drastically. And now here you were, a renowned artist with a lineup of supporters waiting for their photo with you.

You stood at your booth dawning your latest creation, cyber ninja Hanzo. It wasn’t your most comfortable cosplay, it was an exact replica but it was rigid, hard to sit down in and impossible to go to the bathroom in. Still blizzard paid you a pretty penny to make and wear it, plus, you had thousands of people lined up just to see you, who were you to complain.

A beaming smile spread across your face as your next fan approached, although it was hidden by your mask. You gave them a hug and thanked them for their support before the photographer snapped a pic. Hug, thanks, photo, bye. Hug, thanks, photo, bye... hug... thanks... photo...

...“god you smell so good in person my sweet dragon girl, I finally get to hold you, I finally have you.” ...

You felt the strange man press up something against your hip... it was wet...

“LET GO OF ME!! HELP ME PLEASE!!!!” You screamed.

You don’t recall what happened, just con security running off after that creep, and a number of staff and convention officials crowding around where you lay on the floor sobbing in panic...

...

That was a month ago now....

...

A loud knock at the door startled your attention away from your work, a sharp pained gasp escaped your lips as you accidentally pricked your finger with the sewing needle. You quickly set the silk down before wrapping your finger in a bandaid. This fabric was too expensive to be ruined.

The sub emote on your twitch drew your attention to the screen. Several comments asking if you were okay, others saying to have your phone ready when you answer the door. “Thank you for the subs guys... y-yeah I’m okay.” You smile sheepishly before standing up from your desk and walking out of your craft studio.

You cautiously crept through the hall being mindful of all the packing boxes stacked along the wall. You’d moved into this apartment after the incident at BlizzCon... When you arrived home after the weekend you found him waiting outside your front door with a bouquet of roses in his hands... you called the police... he got away before they could arrive.

...You had a stalker...

Immediately they had you pack up your belongings and you had no choice but to move across state for your own safety. You closed your fan mail P.O. Box and didn’t dare reopen one in case he figured out your new city... but you weren’t free of him... no, he wouldn’t leave you alone...

He flooded your emails, your comments on every post, and every stream with his deluded sick ramblings. Outright demanding you be his wife, calling you a slut for sharing more provocative cosplays with anyone else but him, sending you links to articles of clothing he wanted you to wear, to begging you to give him your address so he could deliver you ‘gifts’ in person...

Each time you blocked him, and each time he came back with a new number, a new email, a new account. The police couldn’t track him, and he openly admitted he loved how afraid he’d made you feel, saying he felt like a real life yandere... and you were his darling...

Needless to say, it had taken an aggressive toll on your health. The high levels of stress you were experiencing left you neurotic, you were afraid to leave the house and each time you did you felt like you were being watched, even a short trip to the corner store felt impossible without a disguise and at least one other person with you.

And to say it had affected your physical health as much as it did your mental state was an understatement at best. Constant stomach aches and bouts of anxiety left you without appetite and unable to eat more than a few bites most days, and nothing at all on others. You’d lost a lot of weight, too much weight... Your skin was palled and you looked like you were trapped in a constant sleep like state of forlornness within your own home, your mind, and your body...

Another knock sounded at the door, louder this time. Your fingers felt like ice, your palms were sweaty and your chest felt tight, you held your breath as you approached.., you peered through the peephole and smiled releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding...

...

The stream sparked with comments as suddenly you returned holding a large box of pizza and a bottle of soda along with your nightly medications to help you sleep without fear and try to get your anxiety under control. “False alarm guys! All safe! It was just the pizza guy!” You chime as you began to eat. Heartfelt comments of relief bubbled up before your eyes. All saying how happy they were that you were safe and that they were glad to see you eating something filling even if it wasn’t the healthiest.

A few others caught your attention amongst the praise and concern, ‘are you going to be attending BlizzCon again after what happened?’ It was a pretty common question these days, but one with good intentions. “Thanks guys... and Yeah I will, just... no more hugs or photos for the foreseeable future, just autographs... I’m sorry...” you frowned as you finished another slice before taking your medicine.

“But the good news is I’ll be debuting this cosplay there!” You smiled holding up the fabric carefully showing it off for your audience. Custom woven silk youd had handmade to look just like Hanzos original haori pattern, it was a highly expensive brocade, and one you were extremely proud of. You decided remaking your first ever costume would be a great idea to celebrate your careers anniversary.

You smiled seeing the comments flood in over how excited they were to see the finished look. You continued eating your dinner before swallowing the last of your medicine. Your blood turned to ice in your veins as a huge red flag popped up in your stream...

‘Such a good girl swallowing your medicine~ id love to drug you and tie you up my little dragon girl~

Immediately your moderators jumped in and kicked the user from the chat as they saw the visible distress they’d caused you... Your community rallied together sending comforting words through the screen for you, “I...I’m okay guys... I-I’ll be okay.” You sighed folding the box shut... only 4 slices but... at least you ate something today. You forced a smile despite the huge knot forming in your stomach, you felt so sick, “any suggestions for music while I w-”

‘-Teleporter online...I have opened the path.-‘

You blinked looking at the screen for a moment thinking you had an open tab or maybe that was an emote you set and forgot about. You watched in shock as the stream went wild flooding with comments and subs so fast the server began to lag. All of them screaming for you to turn around and-

“Look ou-” You were struck hard on the back of the head by something blunt and hard before something or someone, stocky and heavy slammed into you sending the garment flying from your grip, and you tumbling from your chair.

You flogged your head hard on the corner of the desk splitting your scalp open as you fell to the floor... You lay there, the room spinning like a teacup ride... you could hear gunfire but... where from?... you looked around trying to get your bearing as blood coated your vision. You saw what you could only describe as a giant portal on the wall adjacent to your desk... And through it you saw an all too familiar, tall, purple, sniper. Striding right towards you with her gun drawn....

Widowmaker...

As she moved to pull the trigger a loud blast sounded knocking her back from the gateway... was she after you?... Another explosion erupted through the portal and shrapnel flew through the opening right towards you. You couldn’t move, you closed your eyes and prepared for your death... but instead you heard a pained cry and felt a strong body clamber over top of of your own, shielding you from the potentially fatal blow...

The gateway closed... you looked up blinking your eyes trying to see with the blood coating your vision... so much blood... You couldn’t make out much, but what you could showed you exactly who this person was... Was this a dream? It had to be... were you dead?... possibly... Midnight black hair tied into a bun with a neat undercut, tidy facial hair, a pierced nose bridge and ears, and a beautifully ornate tattoo stretching from his neck down his muscular well toned arm... Hanzo Shimada...

You looked up at him in disbelief as your vision began to tunnel, this was a dream, there was no way this was real and yet... you reached up your delicate and soft hand placing it on his cheek, you could feel stubble from where he’d shaved, feel how smooth his skin was... he looked at you confused, you let out a soft gasp as your eyes met his... those sharp, beautiful eyes... this was him... this was your main.. your archer... your...

“H-Hanzo?...” you whispered. His eyes widened and his mouth hung slightly agape as he tried to fathom how you knew him or how to even reply... “Nani?...” he whispered. His voice, oh god his voice... this was him... you couldn’t help but giggle in repose before letting out a fragile whimper as unconsciousness finally took you.

He let out a panicked gasp thinking you’d suddenly dropped dead... he felt your pulse and was relieved to find you were still with him... he let out a pained grunt as he sat back on his knees trying to catch his breath, just for a moment... he looked to the wall where he’d come from seeing the portal was gone... He was stuck... “-oh god... ohhh my god what do I do?!-” he thought. His side hurt, he definitely had at least one broken rib and upon inspecting his armour he could see a number of metal and glass fragments sticking out of the bullet proof material... He only had one med pack on him but... He looked at you and frowned... he couldn’t just use it on himself when you were in this state...

As he moved to pick you up he paused hearing a noise above the desk... he stood and blinked seeing the twitch chat going insane typing his name... He watched as comment after comment flooded in fawning and fangirling over him, one however caught his keen eye as it passed, ‘who the hell are you?! How could she cheat on me?!....’

A million questions filled his mind... but right now it was clear he’d have to wait for them to be answered. He reached out and pulled the cord... He sighed and turned his attention back to you. He was an assassin, a killer... but he had a good heart. He’d never leave a civilian in a state like yours, plus... it was pretty obvious you knew who he was and... you were very cute...

The archer immediately looked around for something to wipe up the blood.. and the silky blue fabric strewn onto the floor seemed like a perfect option... he grabbed it without hesitation and held it to your wound as he lifted you up and carried you out into the hall in search of the bathroom... You felt far too lite even for him...

...

After patching you up and washing the blood from your face and hair Hanzo found himself in the awkward situation of having to change your shirt. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and looked away as he pulled the bloodied cloth from your body... now to get the clean one on...

His face was bright red as he peered his eyes open casting them nervously in your direction... Immediately his apprehension melted away as he saw how sickly you looked... Pale, skinny, so fragile looking he thought it was a miracle he didn’t hurt you just by picking you up... he carefully guided the loose shirt over your delicate body before scooping you up as if he was handling a baby bird...

He carried you back into the hall and after opening several doors and tripping over boxes he managed to find your bedroom. Just a bed and a nightstand with several boxes stacked everywhere. It was clear you’d just moved in, or you were planning on moving out soon. Either way, it’d do....

After navigating around the boxes he gently lay you on the plush bedding tucking you in with care. Swaddled in the soft pillows and blankets you looked so sweet and delicate. He couldn’t stop his heart from thudding hard against his chest.

He took a moment to admire you, the archer had always had a taste for the finer things in life, and he couldn’t help but stop and admire things he found beautiful. And you were one such thing...

A radiant blue light began to wisp from his tattoo as two serpent like ethereal beings swirled from the inkwork and took on physical forms as they perched at your side. His two beloved dragons. Tomo and Mochi. They sat about the size of two large house cats. Dainty paw like claws, glistening cerulean blue top scales, silky ocean blue fur, and soft peachy pink and yellow underbellies. Along with a set of floppy ears and the most boopable noses in existence they truely were a majestic and yet the most adorable sight in the world.

The two chirped and preened at you curiously, tails swishing and whiskers twitching as they inspected you. “Pretty isn’t she?...” Hanzo whispered. They both looked up at their master and whistled approvingly at him before turning their attention back to you... they both whimpered spotting the wound before taking note of your sickly appearance...

“Hurt... frightened... frightened... scared... help...” mochi whispered. Her voice so soft and melodic.

“Bad man... bad man... protect... protect...” tomo growled curling up on your chest. His voice sounded like the crashing of tides during a violent storm and yet.., still so calm. Hanzo looked at them both before patting them and looking at you... “bad man huh?...” he whispered adding two and two together. Someone was causing you distress, and chances were it was related to your poorly appearance. “You want me to protect her from the bad man?” He asked.

The two nodded before proceeding to kneed the blanket like a cat would. They really were just scaly cats. He smiled and sighed gently stroking your hair. “Alright... I’ll look after her...” he whispered. He’d forever trust their judgment. They didn’t just manifest physically for anyone, and The last and only time he ever went against it resulted in the ‘death’ of his little brother Genji.... “Genji...” he gasped, panic surging through him as he remembered his brother was in that battle...

He had to get back, he had to find another gateway, something, anything, “Safe...” mochi suddenly chimed looking up at him. He paused looking at the large blue lizard. “Safe?... is Genji?...” he whispered. She nodded and hummed, “soba... Genji... Safe.” She purred. The archer sighed with relief, his little brother was alright... He could rest easy for now at least...

As Hanzo inhaled he felt a sharp pain sting his side... he was still wounded... he looked at you... then at the dragons... “please come get me if she wakes I... I need to...” he said gesturing to the wounds. The dragons nodded and whimpered with worry seeing their master was injured. “I-I’m alright you guys... really.” He smiled patting them both gently. They nuzzled his hands and chirped sweetly as he walked off to the bathroom to wash up and tend to himself...

...

Hanzo sighed contently as the hot water poured down his perfectly toned body. His muscles ached like all hell, and the warmth stung his now freshly stitched wounds, but it felt good. So nice to be clean, out of danger... Even still.... he looked down at his legs and sighed seeing where his prosthetics met what was left of his shins... He was in an unfamiliar place, he had no clue if it was even truely safe here... he was so afraid to take them off he even bathed with them just to be safe, they were waterproof anyway... a little longer wouldn’t hurt...

He thought about the battle, how it all went wrong so quickly, if they had of just listened to Genji it wouldn’t have happened but they didn’t.. and it did... And then the portal opened, he was so busy avoiding Widowmakers gunfire he didn’t even see it and he stumbled right through injuring you as he did so... He sighed... He felt like no matter what he did, even when he was trying to do good, he’d always end up hurting someone...

Your face sparkled in his mind, so sweet, so fragile... And he’d hurt you, unintentionally yes but still... He furrowed his brow remembering your gentle voice whispering his name, the comments on that screen typing it frantically as if they knew him... How did you know him? How did they know him?... Who was that commenter? Why did they think you were... cheating, on them?...

He sighed turning off the water and stepping from the shower... right onto the bloodied cloth... he leaned down and picked it up before pausing as he observed its shape, and the albeit bloodied but distinct pattern... It looked exactly like a slightly incomplete version of his traditional garb... “what... the fuck is going on here?...” he muttered to himself before setting it down and drying off...

...

After applying some disinfectant and the few remaining patches he had to his wounds he pulled on his trousers and stepped out carting they dirty laundry with him, The cloth included. He peered back into your room relieved to find you still asleep, and it seemed the dragons had decided to join you in a much needed rest.

He found himself exploring your apartment, mostly in search of the laundry. After putting the load in the washing machine he went about inspecting the rest of the building. It was pretty empty minus the boxes so there wasn’t really much to find. Eventually curiosity got the better of him, he thought maybe he could find you some comfier clothes to wear, or an extra blanket amongst the many boxes scattered throughout the home... He wasn’t expecting to find Mccrees hat... or Soldier 76’s visor... Or... “EEEEEK!!!!” He shrieked stumbling back out of shock....

He held a hand to his chest feeling like he’d just experienced a heart attack. He cautiously crept back to the box and pulled out its contents... He sighed with relief seeing it was an exact and thankfully empty replica of genjis helmet... The questions just became bigger and bigger with each box he opened. Even more so after finding an exact double of his stormbow, and multiple different outfits that looked far too similar to his own to be coincidental... Wherever he was, it was clear you knew him, and who overwatch and talon were for that matter too...

Unable to handle another possibly death inducing fright he decided it’d be best to look for something to feed you. If he was going to be stuck here he’d have to look after you, especially after clubbing you over the head with his bow... he set off to the kitchen.

Upon searching the pantry he found the usual suspects, sugar, salt, a bag of flour. But in terms of food that didn’t require much prep all he found was a bag of rice and an unopened pack of instant noodles. He grimaced remembering his life on the run from the clan, he’d eaten so many instant meals the thought of doing it willingly made him feel sick. He turned his attention to the fridge instead and blinked in confusion at first seeing it was full of food... but most of it was well past it’s expiry... Youd obviously bought it with intent to eat it but something had upset you enough that you couldn’t bring yourself to stomach it.

He got it... he really did. He’d suffered with anxiety his whole life and during the worst bouts of it he couldn’t even eat a few mouthfuls of rice never mind eat enough to maintain a healthy weight. He sighed and began to sort out the items tossing the expired food in the trash, if he was going to be stuck here, he’d be making some changes to your lifestyle real quick...

...

It was around 5am when he’d finished tossing out the garbage... The sun was beginning to rise and he had a beautiful view from your kitchen balcony. He yawned tiredly, he wanted so badly to just lay down and faint, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t just leave you unsupervised and chances are if he fell asleep now even the dragons clawing at him wouldn’t wake him up until he was rested.

“H-ey ar-...eey arch-er!! Ha-anzo can you h-ear me??” A familiar Latina voice sounded through his com earpiece. He’d put it back in his pocket after getting out of the shower. He almost didn’t hear it at first. Once he did though he fumbled with it clipping it back onto his ear and flicking the mike. “Sombra? Is that you?” He said sounding more hopeful than he intended to.

“Yeah it’s me! You’re alive!!” She laughed. “Yo guys! It’s all good we got him!” She cheered to somebody in the background. He could hear different members of overwatch cheering and sighing with relief... did... they miss him?... he couldn’t help but smile at the idea.. he was on good terms with all of them but still, he couldn’t help but feel there was some underlining hatred over the incident with Genji...

“Genji... is he? Is he alrig-” He tried to ask before a soft almost robotic voice cut him off. “I’m fine Anija, I’m just fine. Are you okay? The last we saw of you Widowmaker had you cornered and then you just... disappeared...” Genji said with worry heavy in his words.

“I’m okay..” Hanzo whispered feeling so relieved just to hear his brothers voice and know for certain that he was alright. “Are you sure Anija? You sound upset?... where are you? We couldn’t find you on location...” Genji frowned. Hanzo sighed rubbing his brow fixing his nose piercing as he did so. “I... I sustained a few injuries but I’ll survive... Is symmetra there? It... was one of her portals. It malfunctioned and when I fell through I... I may have injured a civilian...” he said anxiously.

“Are they alright?” Genji asked sounding calm as ever. “She’s unconscious, she hit her head but I’ve got it under control, it was an accident I swear!” He said panic rising in his voice. Genji smiled listening to him, Hanzo had such a gentle heart. He could tell by the tone of his voice alone he felt immense guilt, “Shh, Shh it’s alright Anija... if you got it under control and she’s alright that’s all that matters.” He whispers comfortingly, “just breathe.”

Hanzo sighed taking in a deep breath as he was told before exhaling. It fogged up in the cool morning air, “you’re right... it’ll be okay... Things are just... really weird here Genji...” he frowned. Suddenly sombras voice chimed in over the com, “while you two were having a heart to heart I’ve locked onto the signal location. I’ve informed Satya and Winston and they’re working on a fix now. I can’t keep this call active much longer before reaper gets suspicious so if there’s something you need hurry up and ask.” She said sounding urgent but there was an underlining tone of concern to her words.

Hanzo thought for a moment, “can you see if I can access my funds from here?...” he asked shivering slightly having forgotten he was shirtless. It was quiet for a moment, if it weren’t for the tapping of sombras fingers on her holopad he’d of thought the call had cut out. “All good to go, anything else?” She said sounding a bit more urgent. “No... thank you miss colomar.” He sighed, “Genji just... promise me you’ll stay safe...” he said looking down the street as the sunlight peered over the buildings.

“I will Anija... I promise.” Genji smiled. “Promise me you’ll do the same?...” he asked. Hanzo chuckled and smiled, “I will sparrow...” He said softly. Sombras voice chimed in again. “Good luck Robin Hood, we’ll get you back as soon as we can... Sombra out.” And with that the call went dead...

Hanzo sighed turning the com off, at least everyone was alright... the worst of his fears were taken care of.. he turned to head inside before blinking as he saw a hooded figure duck into an alleyway down the street... He’d always had a good sense for people... and he got nothing but bad vibes from that individual.. ‘-bad man... bad man...-’ the dragons words repeated in his mind.

He stared at the alley quietly waiting to see if anything or anyone would come creeping out... after a moment or two of nothing he sighed and headed inside, he was a patient man, but you’d undoubtably be waking soon and he wanted to have breakfast ready... plus his nipples were freezing.

...

You woke to the scent of bacon sizzling from down the hall, along with the smell of toast and pancakes?... as you moved to sit up you blinked feeling a sudden weight appear on your chest keeping you pinned and from moving your head... you managed to glance down just enough to see two Labrador sized... dragons... Laying there... looking at you...

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!”

*crows flying away*

Hanzo was in the middle of dishing up breakfast when your ear splitting scream shook the apartment complex to its foundation.

He flew into the room, his bow drawn with an arrow knocked and ready only to see... you giggling and squealing in delight as the dragons tickled you... he blinked and lowered his weapon as he stared at you with a look of utter confusion on his face... you weren’t scared?

“That’s enough you two...” he said sternly and immediately the dragons backed off returning to a cat like size as he approached. You looked up at him bleary eyed... “a...am I dreaming?..” you whispered... “o-or am I dead?...”

He frowned and kneeled down gently checking your wound. It was already healing beautifully, Angela’s medicines never failed. “Neither..” he whispered as he gently pat your hair. “You’re... not... afraid?..” he asked confused.

You could remember last night fairly clearly, and despite the concussion the medications you were on surprisingly numbed the pain. You remembered the stream, the portal, hitting your head, Hanzo saving you... touching his face... feeling his presence... “why would I be afraid of you?...” you whispered smiling up at him.

“Because I’m a stranger in your home and I’m a lot more dangerous than I look.” He said frowning. “Oh... no that doesn’t sound right. I know all about you, you’re a 38 year old marshmallowy dorky Robin Hood knockoff disguised as an edgy cactus cosplaying as the green arrow who killed his brother and was emo about it for 10 years before putting on the best drama performance known to man since les Miserables once you found out he was alive. And you have two blue noodles... so scary.” You giggled.

He blinked before scowling and narrowing his gaze... he was naturally intimidating simply with his face at rest... but this... you felt genuinely unnerved by how dark his eyes had become... he suddenly smiled and began to laugh. Immediately all apprehension melted away, he had a beautiful laugh.

“Well, I can’t argue with that.” He chuckled before standing up. Your face went bright red as you realised he was standing before you completely shirtless... Your embarrassment faded quickly though as you spotted the number of patches and bruising riddling his sides. “Y-you’re Hurt!” You say trying to sit up. He gently lay you back down tucking you in as he did so. “I’m fine... believe me when I say I’ve had worse.” He frowned feeling his legs ache... he’d left them on far too long... But you were awake... he’d have to deal with it...

You frown and reach up gently touching his cheek making him recoil slightly. “D-don’t be dumb...” you whisper. “Y-you’re hurt... you... you shouldn’t push peoples concern away when you’re hurt...” you mumble shyly. He tilted his head a little before leaning into your touch. “I know... but believe me. I’m fine... Right now I’m not the one with a concussion.” He whispered gently taking your hand from his cheek and squeezing it slightly.

You blushed feeling his rough skin on yours. His fingers were calloused in places from a life time of fighting and drawing back arrows. So coarse but... so gentle. “I’ve made you something to eat...” he said looking at how thin your wrist was, “Do you... have the energy to eat it or would you prefer I assist?”

If your face was pink before it was neon red now. “W...Wah?” You say shyly. He chuckled a little before stepping out. After a moment he returned with two plates and a bowl. He set the bowl on the floor and immediately the dragons leapt down tucking into whatever he’d prepared for them. He set the plates on the nightstand and immediately your mouth watered at the sight of what he’d made.

“it’s not much, just what I could find in the fridge that wouldn’t give you food poisoning... I’ve already caused you enough grief.” He sighed as he propped you up carefully amongst the pillows. “I-it looks so good...” you whisper feeling your stomach growl. In his presence any and all anxieties you had seemed to just... melt away like the pat of butter on those pancakes.

He suddenly held a forkful to your lips and you shyly nibbled at it until it was gone. “May I ask your name?..” he said as he fed you another bite. After swallowing it you blinked realising you knew so much about him, and yet the poor thing didn’t have a clue who you even were... “y/n... I’m... im y/n l/n.” You whisper. He nodded and continued feeding you seemingly satisfied when in reality he didn’t want to bombard you with questions when you’d just woken up.

As he finished feeding you he blinked as you began to sit up fully. “Nani? Stop that.” He scolded gently laying you back down. “I I need to have my morning medicine, and my morning stream starts at- o-oh god no! The haori!! What happened to it!” You say trying to get up but he wouldn’t allow it. He didn’t even have to struggle to keep you pinned under his palm.

“Y/n.” He said calmly and clearly. Immediately you froze as his eyes locked with yours... “Everything is alright...” he whispered, “I’ll go get your medicine for you... the haori is hanging up to dry... and... stream? Is... that a woman thing?” He asked confused.

You looked at him baffled for a moment before giggling, “no... I mean a live stream... I’m a cosplayer, I show my followers the process of me making my pieces... I... I was working on one of you actually...” you whisper. “You’re... a video game character here, i in fact all of Overwatch and talon are too.. it’s all just a video game franchise here.” You say trying to avert your gaze thinking he wouldn’t believe you...

He sat on the edge of the bed and hummed. “Well. That... actually answers most of my questions.” He chuckled. “Just so you know I nearly dropped dead from horror upon opening a box to find my brothers head. I’m amazed my screaming didn’t wake you up.” He snickered. He had such a mischievous grin, one you’d only ever pictured Genji wearing and yet... Hanzo wore it so well.

“S-sorry... I hope you don’t think I’m weird for it...” you whispered. Hanzo gently lifted your chin to face him before pointing at the dragons as they licked the bowl clean. “I have them, my brothers a cyborg, I come from a world where Im employed by a genetically enhanced gorilla and I fell through a portal in your wall after being shot at by a brainwashed ballerina made purple sniper... What part of me isn’t weird?” He says tilting his head.

You blinked up at him before laughing, you’d never expected him to have such a sense of humour, “I suppose you’re right.” You giggled before yawning. He smiled feeling his heart flutter, you had a beautiful laugh. He tucked you in once more as the dragons both jumped back up onto the bed, “I’ll go get your medicine...” he looked at the noodles as they began to kneed the blankets before getting comfy. “Don’t let her get up.” He smiled. They both nodded, you pouted.

As he left the dragons turned their attention to you... you booped their noses. They blepped.

He stepped into the kitchen and picked up the meds, as he went to fill a glass with water he paused hearing a ruckus... not from up the hall... but from outside the balcony.... he quietly crept closer to the sliding door and opened it as silently as he could before stepping out. He peered over the railing to see that hooded figure stumbling to his feet.

It was clearly a man, though he couldn’t see his face to confirm it he could hear him muttering and swearing. Beside him a number of over turned trash cans lay scattered about and busted as if he’d tried stacking them to climb up... After a moment of dusting himself off he turned around to pick them up and paused seeing the archer watching him...

He dropped the trash can and bolted for it... immediately alarm bells rang off in Hanzos mind. He stepped back inside and locked the balcony door, he locked the screen one to be safe as well before drawing the curtains... What should he do, call the police? No then he’d have to let you know, you were already distressed and he’d only just managed to get you to eat... He’d have no trouble protecting you himself anyway, and worse comes to worse... the dragons aren’t above eating human flesh...

He sighed and returned to gathering your meds, thankfully you’d had them all labeled but... so many different ones... You really weren’t well.

After getting a glass of water he returned to your room and paused seeing both you and the dragons were missing, ‘-she’d better be using the bathroom..-” He thought as he placed the medicine on your nightstand before going in search of you...

After checking a few rooms he finally located you in your little studio, wrapped in your duvet as you picked your chair up off the floor and climbed into it. The dragons both tugging frantically at you to get you back to bed. As you went to reconnect the power board you paused as a strong pair of arms lifted you up and swaddled you in your blanket, “what do you think you’re doing?” He asked as he carried you out.

“I-I have to start my morning stream! I-I’ve never missed one not even when I’m at a convention! I have to edit footage for a tutorial t- oh god the footage!! The stream last night they saw everything!! I have to let them know I’m al-” he gently placed his thumb to your lips silencing you. “That’s enough. You can afford to have a day off. You’re not well y/n...” he whispered as he placed you back into bed.

He didn’t offer you a chance to protest, as soon as you opened your mouth he gave you your medicine. You could only blush and comply. After taking the last one he made sure you drank the rest of the water too. In your current state you needed it more than ever. He waited until you were done before setting the glass down and making sure you were comfy. “Now, go back to sleep...” he said as the dragons climbed back up to snuggle with you. They both changed size again, now they stood about the height of two large dogs.

“B-but....” you tried to argue but one steely eyed gaze from the archer silenced your pleas, you knew he was right, but you were just as stubborn as he was. Even still, you did as you were told feeling far too tired to argue. You relaxed into the pillows and sighed, “okay..” you mumbled. He nodded and gently pat your hair checking on the wound one more time. It was healing far quicker than he’d expected. He blinked as suddenly Tomo leaned in close sniffing at the cut before licking at it. As he did so it healed over a bit more... “well... that explains that then.” He chuckled patting the dragon, “good boy...” he smiled before standing up.

“I’ll wake you around lunch time. If you need me I’ll be close by, I promise.” He smiled back at you from the doorway before stepping out. You watched him go before sighing happily and cuddling your pillow as the dragons curled up around you protectively. If this was a dream, you never wanted to wake up...

...

True to his word Hanzo woke you around noon. He’d spent the morning mulling about your apartment, tidying up the place a little, preparing lunch with the little food you had left, and literally sewing himself a new shirt given his other one was well and truely torn up to all hell, and walking around in his battle gear in public didn’t exactly sound pleasant or smart for that matter. It wasn’t perfect, but he’d learnt enough during his time on the run that it would do.

He quietly opened your bedroom door and smiled at the sight that greeted him. You fast asleep and the dragons watching you adoringly. They both lifted their heads greeting their master as he entered, well, either because of him or the food he was holding he wasn’t sure.

You suddenly stirred from your short rest, your eyelids fluttered open and you yawned stretching a little before smiling as the archer approached, “sleep well?...” he whispered as he sat beside you again. You nodded rubbing your eyes in the most adorable fashion, “mhm..” you hum as helped you sit up right.

As if out of reflex he immediately held a mouthful of food to you, he’d spent his whole life looking after others, and it seemed that even after 10 years on the run those needs and habits hadn’t left him. Besides, he quite enjoyed looking after you.

You blushed and opened up for him gladly, who were you to argue? Your main had appeared from thin air and was doting over you on his own accord without hesitation, it was a literal dream come true.

Once he was done feeding you he set the dish down letting the dragons have the remnants, he wasn’t planning to but the guilt trip they were pulling gave him little choice. They both pounced on it in a comical manner making you giggle, it was music to Hanzos ears, you had a beautiful laugh.

He leaned in closer seeing your wound had closed over, while it was still bruised it looked almost completely healed... he smiled and gently took your hands in his. “I think you’ll be alright to get up now.” He whispered as he gazed into your eyes. You blushed and nodded cutely up at him, “th-Thank you.” You said shyly.

It wasn’t hard for him to help you up, though he did hold you a little longer than expected out of fear you’d faint or get dizzy but amazingly you were fine. You looked up at him before awkwardly fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Can I?... st-” he cut you off by picking you up to put you back into bed. “No,” he said sternly. “Okay! Okay! Can I have a shower then p-please?” You blushed up at him.

He thought for a moment before nodding. “Okay but first... is... there a store nearby here?” He asked. The question confused you but you answered anyway, “yeah... why?” You blinked. “I’ll need to get some more disinfectant for your wound... and my own ones for that matter too. The med packs are only designed for one use until a medic can find you.” He sighed, “plus I need to get some new clothes if I’m going to be here for a while, and I don’t have enough ingredients to make dinner...”

“ohhh I see.” You smile. “There’s one a short walk from here but...” you looked down worriedly. He placed his hands on your shoulders and smiled. “Go have a shower and get dressed, you can come with me... I can’t exactly leave you unsupervised and I don’t trust those two on their own.” He chuckled making the dragons pout. Your heart fluttered slightly, while the idea of going outside terrified you, the idea of being alone was even worse, plus... You felt safe with Hanzo... he’d keep you safe...

You nodded and smiled up at him, “okay!” You chirp before shuffling to one of the packing boxes and pulling out some clothes before heading ro the shower. After clicking the door shut you blinked seeing Hanzos armour folded neatly on the vanity, he vest cut up, the chest plate cracked... why didn’t he gave any boots or... where were his grieves?... was he still wearing them?... why?...

...

After a quick shower you applied a little makeup to look less like a corpse before doing your hair up in a messy bun and getting dressed. A simple but cute look. You stepped into the living room in time to see Hanzo absorbing the dragons back into his tattoo. They both spiralled around his arm returning to their places in the inkwork masterpiece. He turned his gaze and smiled seeing you. “Ready?” He asked. You nodded and walked to his side jumping a little in surprise as his firm hand slid around your waist, “if you get tired or feel any unpleasantness let me know...” he whispered.

You felt your heart beat a mile a minute as he pulled you closer, holding you so gently, so protectively... you felt so safe, you nodded and looked up at him shyly, “I will.” You smile sheepishly. He looked down at you and smiled before seeing your feet. “You can’t go out barefoot...” he says sitting you down at the dining table before fetching you some sneakers. He kneeled down and you heard the soft hiss and click of the pressure locks on his legs... were... they just grieves?...

He took his time sliding the socks onto your feet, he couldn’t resist sliding his hand up your delicate legs as he did so, the bold action made you shiver in delight... He slid your shoes on and tied them in an unusual but pretty criss cross bow before helping you back up. “There.” He smiled.

“I-i could have worn sandals.” You blushed. “They’re not the best shoes for walking... though granted I haven’t had to wear them for a long time.” He sighed slightly as he took your hand in his. “Let’s go.” He smiled glancing at you as he lead the way. ‘-what did he mean by that?...-’ you thought before following after him obediently.

...

The walk to the store was pleasant though it did take some coaxing on Hanzos part to get you further than the street corner. When the archer offered to carry you instead you gladly accepted. He lifted you onto his back with no trouble though the way his knees buckled slightly caused you worry. He didn’t seem bothered though so you tried to ignore it as best you could, but it made you feel guilty nevertheless... He was hurt and hiding it for your sake...

You couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed as he sat you in the cart and proceeded to push you around the store like that, “comfy?” He asked as he looked for a decent loaf of bread. “E-everyone’s staring.” You whisper. He looked at you and smiled, “Aren’t people allowed to look at beautiful things?” He paused realising he’d said that outloud.

The two of you stared at each other in awkward silence before you reached over and grabbed a loaf of bread to hide your reddening face. He couldn’t help but chuckle, he plucked it from your grip and replaced it with a better brand, “well, I’m not lying.” He smiled swallowing his fear as he proceeded to push you along.

You looked up at him stunned before throwing the loaf of bread at him. His hand swung up faster than anything you’d ever seen catching it with ease, he looked at you and winked. Your heart almost exploded. You hid your face and squealed intangibly. He shook his head unable to contain the grin spreading across his face.

After grabbing a few more things including some snacks you liked he pushed you through the checkout and paid. The girl behind the counter looked so envious of you, thinking Hanzo was your boyfriend by the way you two were behaving.

It wasn’t until you two left the store you realised the archer had paid for your groceries. “H-hey wait a minute! How much was all that?!” You blurt out as he hooked the bags over his shoulder and lifted you from the cart, “Not much why?” He said taking your hand and walking towards a clothing store across the street. “S-so I can pay you back! You didn’t have t-” your words died in your throat as he turned on his heel and planted a gentle kiss to your forehead. “That’s enough. Help me pick out some clothes, or I’ll have no choice but to go naked.” He winked playfully before leading you inside.

You didn’t know how to respond, your face was bright red, it felt like it was on fire. Did this mean he wanted you? Wanted to be yours? Did he do it just to shut you up? Had he been flirting with you this whole time? You could only manage a meek little whimper in response as you followed him into the store.

...

It was pleasant inside the little shop. You’d never been in here before but it was nice, the clothes were mostly band tees or alternative styles, you were surprised with how quickly Hanzo chose what he wanted. He knew what fit him and what he liked and stuck with it.

You sat patiently on one of the sofas they had for customers to rest on and waited. The music was nice, the atmosphere was peaceful. Part of you had begun to feel silly for letting fear keep you from the outside world until.... you looked out the window... You saw a hooded figure standing across the street with their phone raised in your direction. You felt panic begin to rise within your chest, they were the right height but you couldn’t see their face, maybe it was someone else? It had to be! Maybe they were taking a selfie? Or a photo of the street for Instagram? There had to be an explanation.

“Y/n?...” Hanzos deep voice cut through the anxiety clouding your mind. You jumped realising he was holding you now... you looked back out the window to see the man was gone... “y/n...” he said again making you look at him. The dragons were snarling and roaring within his mind... “I saw him too....” he whispered and your blood ran cold...

You don’t remember the walk back, you spent it clinging onto the archer for dear life sobbing uncontrollably until you reached home. As soon as you were inside he dropped everything and hugged you tightly to his chest. “Breathe now....” he whispered. “Tell me 5 things you can see....” he said as he began to ground you...

“Th-the” you hiccuped out as he carried you to the sofa, he laid down and held you close letting you rest against him, “take your time.” He crooned. “The tv... the groceries, the kitchen, the table, y-... you” you whispered. He nodded, “now 5 things you can hear.” He said as the dragons suddenly emerged from his arm, they instantly flocked to you sensing your distress.

“I can hear... the t-traffic outside, the dragons, they make very cute sounds...” you sigh and cuddle them close as your breathing steadied, they licked at your cheeks cleaning up your tears before gagging as they tasted your makeup. “Sorry guys.” You whisper patting them. “Anything else? It doesn’t have to be 5.” Hanzo whispered. “...your heartbeat... it’s so... soothing.” You hummed as you finally calmed down.

He smiled and leaned down kissing your hair before realising... the wound was gone... He blinked looking at the small scar before chuckling slightly, “I knew the dragons had healing powers but... They never fully worked on me. It seems on you though, they tried their hardest to help you.” He sighed with relief, “your wound is all better now.”

You looked up at him confused before feeling your scalp. It was gone... you turned your attention to the dragons who were still looking at you with such worry in their eyes... you hugged them both tightly and smiled. “Thank you guys.”

“Welcome... you’re welcome.. happy? Happy? Safe....” they hummed. You blinked. “They can talk?” You asked. Hanzos eyes nearly popped out of his head in shock, “you can hear them?!” He said looking at them as they rolled over displaying their bellies for tummy rubs of which you gladly supplied. “Yeah... I mean... I think?” You said patting them, “in my head?” You say looking back at him.

He looked at the dragons who nodded at him approvingly... he gently placed his hand on your chest. “In your soul... Theyre spirits after all... they can not communicate the same as you and I would... for... whatever reason they’ve deemed you worthy of hearing them.” He whispered...

You blushed gently placing your hand on his trying to keep your heartbeat steady and failing. “Hanzo...” you whispered. He looked at you so fondly, “yes y/n?..” he whispered. “Do you?... like me?... is that why I can hear the-” you froze as he pressed his lips to your forehead again, “does that answer your question?...” he sighed, “I’m sorry if I’m too forward I...” he paused as you pecked him on the cheek in response.

His face went bright red and he cleared his throat looking away suddenly very shy. Displays of affection were uncommon for him, and he honestly was expecting you to reject him. He definitely wasn’t prepared for you to return his affections... “does... this mean?” He asked sheepishly. You nodded and smiled slightly, “yeah, if... if you want me I mean...” you hid your face in his chest, “I-I’ve been crushing on you for so long and I I’d really like to be yours!!” You squeal your words slightly muffled by his shirt.

He blinked and smiled looking at you then the dragons who both nodded eagerly for him to seal the deal... he gently lifted your chin and locked his eyes with yours, “in that case...” he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. Your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes fluttered shut leaning into the kiss... He pulled away after a moment and smiled, “Will you be mine?...” he asked shyly. You nodded maybe a little too eagerly in response. He smiled and pressed his lips back to yours in another chaste kiss.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, his strong hands pulling you flush against his body and your soft lips nibbling playfully at his wanting further purchase of his mouth. He smiled pulling away softly as his brow furrowed, a number of burning questions in his mind forming on his tongue. “Now then... before we continue any further.” He sighed. “I need to know... who is that man?.. why are you so afraid of leaving your home?... and why did he set you off?...” he frowned.

The colour drained from your cheeks slightly and you buried your face into his neck... “he... I don’t know if it was him... it can’t be... I moved so far away, I was so careful... the police promised he’d never find me...” you whimpered.

“Y/n...” Hanzo whispered lifting your chin to face him, “answer me... please... I promise if he’s a threat to you I’ll protect you..” he said looking into your eyes. You stared up at him before letting out a shaky sob.. “remember how I told you I was a streamer?... well.. I... I have a lot of fans...”

...

It was sunset by the time you were done recounting your story to him, he held you tight through all of it, he listened intently to each word and dried your eyes as you cried. He couldn’t bring himself to mention his previous encounters, that’d only upset you further... Instead he resolved himself to comforting you with intent on telling you later...

The two of you lay there with the dragons snuggled beside you. Hanzo gently ran his fingers through your hair, smiling tiredly at you as he did so, the battle, the long night, and the even longer day were clearly taking their affect on him but he was determined to stay awake for you. “Would you like to help me cook dinner?” He asked stifling a yawn. You nodded and hummed in response before getting up.

The dragons both slid off the couch after you stretching before waiting for their master... Hanzo stood and as soon as he did his knees buckled in pain. He managed to grab the coffee table saving himself in time from hitting the floor. “H-hanzo?!” You gasped grabbing hold of him as he stood up right. “I...I’m fine.” He grimaced, “just... a little more sore than I was expecting...” he sighed.

You looked up at him seeing the pain in his eyes... “but..” you tried to press him further but he simply patted your hair and walked to the groceries... or rather... limped to them... how long had he been limping for?... You frowned and followed after him stepping between him and the fridge as he tried to put the groceries away. “L-let me see your leg!” You demanded. You weren’t expecting his face to go so pale at that question...

“No... I told you.. I’m fine..” he sighed before lifting you out of the way but not before planting a kiss on your forehead. You frowned getting upset that he wouldn’t let you help him. “I told you not to be dumb!!” You suddenly shouted making him freeze and look at you. “I-I told you, you shouldn’t push peoples concern away when you’re hurt... and you are hurt aren’t you! That’s why you’re limping!! Please let me help you!” You scream as you began to tear up...

He looked at you for a moment before proceeding to put the last of the groceries away... He frowned glancing at you again before walking to the kitchen table and pulling out a chair to sit down so he could face you. “I suppose... if were to be in a relationship I shouldn’t hide this from you... no matter how much the memory alone hurts me.” He sighed as he sat.

You looked at him confused as he pulled up his trousers over his knee revealing his leg... Youd always thought they were grieves, everyone did, everyone in the Overwatch community was told he just had dainty ankles, that he was designed that way... Your eyes widened as he clicked the pressure lock release. A click, a hiss of steam, and the limb literally dropped off revealing a stump... covered in dried blood...

He frowned looking at it, “I left them on too long again.” He sighed, “the skin gets irritated after a while with all the friction and movement... and.., if I leave it on too long, it’ll ble-” he froze as you suddenly placed a wet cloth over the stump... The haori fabric you’d been so worried about damaging... The skin needed something soft and smooth... To hell with the cost, he needed it..

The archer sat there in stunned silence as you cleaned the dried blood away before applying moisturiser to the inflamed skin. You clicked off the other leg without warning and he grabbed hold of the limb clicking it back on, “NO!!” He shouted a lot louder than he’d intended... “please no...” he whimpered meekly looking away from you... you jumped a little in fright but you obviously felt no where near as frightened as the archer did... You carefully put the other leg back onto him clicking it back into place before climbing into his lap and cuddling him... “I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to scare you...” you whispered.

He sighed and pulled you closer hiding his face into your neck, “i...I just..” he forced out a shaky breath, “I hate how vunerable I feel without them...” he whispered. “I understand... it’s... like how I feel right?... the fear you’ll be caught unawares by someone after you?...” you cooed as you untied the ribbon holding his hair so you could run your fingers through it. He nodded slightly. “Exactly like that...” he frowned. “I’m sorry I... I had no right to raise my voice at you blossom.”

You blushed at the sweet little pet name and smiled hugging him tighter, “its okay.., I should have asked, I only wanted to check it.. I promise.” You hummed. He nodded, “I know you did I... I...” he croaked. “It just scared me is all...” he whispered. You smiled patting his hair, you’d only ever seen Hanzo displayed as this cold hearted warrior, to see him so vunerable and fragile like this... it made your heart both melt and ache at the same time. “Let’s cook dinner okay?.. then...” you paused and blushed. “We can shower.. together... and I I can repay you for looking after me by... looking after you.” You smiled shyly.

He sat back and looked at you surprised, “I... what? Are you serious I mean.. I-I’m not complaining I but-” he stammered now very flustered. You giggled and kissed his forehead again before standing back up, “will... you be okay to stand?” You asked with worry in your voice. He nodded and grunted as he stood up, you frowned hugging him tightly in an attempt to support his weight though even if you weren’t so skinny it wouldn’t have done much. He smiled and hugged you back, “I’m alright... now... give me back my hair tie so I can see.”

You looked up at him and started laughing seeing his hair was covering his eyes, “here lemme fix it.” You giggled reaching up to tie his hair out of the way.

...

The evening carried on at a pleasant pace, the two of you made dinner, Hanzo both impressed and terrified you with how fast he could chop vegetables, and he amazed you with how good of a cook he was when he had a wider variety of ingredients to work with.

You both ate and conversed all the while feeding bite sized pieces to the dragons as they begged for your food. Occasionally Hanzo would feed you a bit of his, and in turn youd give him some of yours though he was intentionally ‘missing’ your mouth so he’d have an excuse to lick it off~

He insisted on doing the dishes despite your arguments. It resulted in him sitting you on the bench by the sink and giving you the title of supervisor, he proceeded to clean up while you got to sit and relax, pouting that he’d gotten his way.

Once he was done he turned to you and smiled lifting you from the counter and into his arms. He looked so nervous... “ready for that shower?...” he whispered. You nodded and smiled, “I promise I’ll be kind...” you hummed. He chuckled slightly and nodded, “thank you blossom...” he smiled kissing your chin before carrying you to the shower. He placed you on the vanity and continued to nibble at your neck as his deft hands slid your shorts and panties down in one go.

“H-hanzo..” you gasped shaking slightly, how long had it been since you’d had this? Anything like this? He looked at you curiously, a hint of worry in his eyes. “Too fast?...” he whispered. You shook your head as a deep blush coated your cheeks, “n-no I... I just... I’m nervous.” You whisper. He smiled and planted another gentle kiss to your lips, always so gentle, “don’t worry, I am too...” he sighed.

You looked at him and smiled sheepishly before gently tugging at his shirt wanting to take it off. He smiled and lifted his arms helping you slide it over his broad shoulders revealing his well toned torso to you. You’d already seen it before, plenty of times if you counted him in the video game! Why did it feel so different now?... You looked away shyly and he hummed turning your chin back to face him as he tensed and flexed his muscles for you a little. “Oh gosh.” You say feeling like your face was on fire.

He chuckled and gently placed his hands on your sides sliding them up and slowly lifting your shirt over your head before dropping it to the floor and admiring your body now only dressed in a cute lacy bra. “Still so thin... don’t worry koneko-chan, we’ll get you better in no time.” He smiled before making short work of the clasps and removing the delicate garment leaving you exposed all for his viewing pleasure.

You shyly hid your face in his chest, “h-hanzo...” you whispered timidly. He practically purred in response as he lifted you into his arms, “yes?” He paused feeling you tugging on the waistband of his trousers, “eager are we?” He teased playfully before untying the ribbon letting them fall to his ankles... he sighed and set you in the shower, you could see the anxiety forming within him as his body grew more and more tense... He stepped into the shower and sat down before removing his legs and setting them out, you’d never imagined you’d see him like this, so vunerable...

A gentle smile crept onto your lips as you turned the steamy water on, you sat down between his thighs and began to help him bathe, “I think you’re still handsome.” You coo. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious what happened to him but... Right now it was best not to pry.

He smiled and gently pulled you closer as he rested his head against the wall, “Thank you blossom...” he sighed closing his eyes as you began to wash his hair, “I can do that myself kitten.” He hummed. “And I could feed myself but you did that for me.” You chirped. He snickered in response, “touché.” He smiled.

Up this close you could see how tired he really was, his eyes looked heavy with sleep and his tense muscles were growing more and more relaxed by the second. His strong hands suddenly slid up your back as he began to bathe you too, he blinked as you gently grabbed his wrists stopping him. “N-no... y-you can wait until I’m done looking after you!” You pouted. He blinked before laughing softly and sitting still once more, “very well.” He sighed.

You smiled triumphantly and continued to clean him being mindful of his wounds, though you had to admit you were getting very distracted by the archers muscles... and as your eyes drifted down his torso and beyond you froze seeing the heat he’d been packing, he was slightly longer than average but, thick... he was so thick. Your face went bright red and you looked up to see him looking at you with a playful smirk and a raised eyebrow, “took you that long to notice? I’m hurt~” he snickered.

“I! I! I didn’t mean I! I’m sorry! I wha?!” You stammered out and covered your face now extremely flustered. He smiled taking your delicate wrists and removing your hands from your face, “I think it’s my turn to wash you now don’t you think?” He whispered. You nodded shyly closing your eyes, “o-oka-....” you paused hearing chirping and whimpering...

The two of you looked up to see the dragons trying to climb over the lip of the shower screen, behaving like pets worried their owners were drowning. “Oh stop it you pair we’re fine!” Hanzo groaned. You laughed as they slid down into the water before panicking as they tried to get out.

...

After managing to wrangle the worried noodles out of the bath you finished bathing and helped Hanzo reattach his legs but not before applying some of your moisturiser to the inflamed skin. After helping him reapply the patches to his wounds the two of you spent a good 30 minutes just standing and holding each other in a fluffy towel, no talking, no worries, the whole world melted away and it was just the pair of you.

Changing the bedsheets was an interesting endeavour with the dragons snaking their way under the blankets every 5 seconds. No matter how annoyed Hanzo seemed to get with them they refused to listen, only because they loved making you laugh.

Eventually though, the pair of you got settled beneath the sheets, your head resting against his chest, and the dragons curled up inbetween your legs. You’d managed to convince the archer to keep his prosthetics off for the night. He was hesitant but agreed nonetheless, he set them close by in case... right next to his stormbow. Old habits die hard...

He held you close smiling as he felt your heartbeat against his body, “I certainly wasn’t expecting this when I boarded the dropship for that mission... but I’m not complaining.” He yawned as he rubbed your back. You hummed in response as your eyelids grew heavy, it was a long day and you were both exhausted, granted the archer was probably struggling to stay awake more than you right about now.

You leaned up and kissed his chin as you closed your eyes, “I’d never even thought it possible and yet my wildest dream came true.” You whispered. He laughed softly and nuzzled your hair loving the scent of your strawberry shampoo, “I’ve been called many things in my life, that’s definitely a new one to add to the list.” He whispered. You giggled and yawned in response, “mhm~”

He smiled down at you before kissing your hair where the little scar remained, “goodnight blossom...” he whispered, “night...night... Hanzo...” you yawned as you drifted off. He gently patted your hair before flicking off the lamp and snuggling up with you for a well deserved rest...

...

‘-...Bad....Man...’

‘...Bad...Man....Outside...Outside...’

‘Danger.... kill...Kill...KILL!!’

Hanzo woke with a start and frantically looked around the room, it was early in the morning and the sun had yet to rise... He rubbed his eyes tiredly seeing the dragons both guarding the bed and staring at the hallway with teeth bared into vicious snarls... He looked to his side and paused seeing you there... sleeping so serenely... He’d never let anyone terrorise you again... The cause of your anxieties and fear ended now...

He planted a soft kiss to your cheek before clicking on his legs and grabbing his bow and quiver... He looked at the dragons who stared back at him awaiting a command... he nodded and they both faded back into his tattoo to guide him.

The apartment was dark but there was a faint glimmer of moonlight shining in from the windows... and the now very open balcony door. The archer had always been a master at hiding in the shadows. He’d taken down countless targets under the cover of night, murderers, rapists, human traffickers, and drug running kingpins... But none had made his blood boil as much as this creep, dragons were extremely protective entities, and this monster had harmed his princess...

He knelt down and allowed his eyes to adjust to the space scanning for any movement... He saw a figure creeping out of the laundry and into the living room holding something... your underwear... The archer drew an arrow and knocked it into his bow, he intentionally made a sound doing so... He wanted to play with this rat...

The hooded figure jumped slightly and looked around for the source of the noise... He stuffed your panties into his pocket and began creeping towards the hall clearly not seeing the number of boxes you’d left stacked in the way. He tripped and staggered forward landing on his face with a loud thud. “Ugh fuck!” He blurted out. He clearly wasn’t afraid about getting caught, he was parading around like he owned this place.

He stood up and groaned before kicking the box over scattering its contents out, it clattered loudly and from down the hall Hanzo heard you stir... he had to protect you, he had to keep you safe. He backed up down the hall, slowly standing upright as he did so. The silicone padding on the bottom of his feet allowed him to move silently. But right now, silence was not what he wanted, he wanted to lure him closer, he wanted to be sure there was no chance of him escaping.

The archer tapped the toe of his prosthetic against the hardwood floor making your stalker turn his attention to the hall, “y/n?... is that you my love?” He called out approaching slowly.

‘-closer... just a little closer...-’ Hanzo thought as he drew back is arrow taking aim. “Babe?...” your sweet soft voice sounded from the bedroom and the creeps eyes seemingly glistened from under the hood as he started rushing down the hall towards your room, “yes my love! It’s me! I’m here! I-”

He froze seeing a brilliant blue light glimmer from the darkness and a war cry that echoed like the thunder of a raging storm assaulted his ears. Hanzo stared him down and released the dragons.... “ryuuga wagateki wo KURAU!!!”

...

As you stepped out of the bedroom you immediately staggered back in as a blinding blue light flashed through the darkened corridor and the screaming of a man mingled with the howling roars of two great beasts...

After another moment it was completely silent, and a light turned on in the kitchen. You rushed out to see Hanzo having a glass of water, the dragons both lounging on the counter looking pleased with themselves. The balcony door was closed, and the box neatly packed back up. The archer glanced at you and smiled adoringly, “did I wake you blossom?” He asked.

“Wh-What happened?” You whimpered rushing into his arms. “Nothing to worry about blossom...” he crooned hugging you close. “Just took care of an unwanted pest... Go back to bed I’ll be right there in a moment.” He hummed. You looked up at him confused then at the dragons as suddenly mochi started heaving. After a few seconds she spat out your underwear... And a cellphone...

You picked it up and shook it to get the dragon drool off of it before freezing as you saw the phone screen... A photo of you sitting in a clothing store... taken from outside... across a street... you dropped the phone before looking up at hanzo. The archer looked at you sheepishly as if he was afraid he’d upset you, or that you’d hate him for what he’d done.

You smiled as tears pooled in your eyes... A weight rose up from your shoulders and the air felt so crisp in your lungs as in that moment you felt like you could finally breathe. You couldn’t contain your emotions any longer and you started to sob openly, free, you were finally free from this nightmare. “Y/n d-dont cry, I’m s-” Hanzo tried to apologise thinking you were upset, you hugged him tightly cutting him off mid sentence. “Thank you...” you cried nuzzling into his chest.

He stood there confused beyond words. He looked at the dragons who both tilted their heads towards you. He smiled and hugged you back lifting you into his arms. “It’ll be okay now...” he whispered as he carried you back to bed. He pulled back the covers and rested you in the plush bedding planting a loving kiss to your lips as he dried your tears, “Shh now, no more crying.” He whispered as he huddled over you to pepper your cheeks with kisses.

You’d never expected him to be such a passionate or affectionate man, and yet here he was comforting you with innocent and loving kisses, it was so strange but so lovely to see this hardened assassin you once thought you’d only ever see on a screen be so soft and gentle. And all for you. “H-Hanzo...” you hiccuped as you tried to settle down.

The archer just smiled and pressed his forehead to yours, “Shh take your time. Breathe now.” He cooed softly, you nodded slightly looking up into his eyes. “Thank you...”

...

A couple weeks passed by, when the topic of staying or returning with Hanzo was brought up it wasn’t a difficult decision for you. You wanted to be with him, and you’d get to live with him in a world you’d only ever dreamed of living in. Plus, you didn’t really have to pack anything given you never really unpacked to begin with.

In the short time period together your relationship with the archer had flourished, he made a habit of taking you out of the house each day, and each day he’d take you somewhere different, somewhere further from the safety net of your home. Although your stalker was gone the fear he’d instilled within you lingered, itd be a while before you would be better, but that was okay. In both your mental and physical health Hanzo swore to be at your side each step of the way.

Your streams had become less frequent as you explained to your followers you were moving again and would be gone for a while, you hoped they’d just forget about you and move on... life’s more interesting with mystery and so forth.

Despite your best efforts in trying to explain away that fateful night to your followers all of your livechats were filled with comments about the ‘strange man’ whose resemblance with ‘the real’ Hanzo was uncanny. You’d initially tried to say he was a friend not wanting to reveal too much of your now unbelievable personal life. That flew out the window during a gaming stream when the archer casually walked in and hugged you from behind in only a towel.

Hanzo found it nearly impossible to keep his hands off of you, he’d never loved anyone as much as he did you. Each time he looked at you he couldn’t help but smile, and in only a few days you’d brought him out of the prickly shell he’d surrounded himself in for so long.

You made it your life’s mission to make him laugh at any opportunity after you made him literally snort and cry from laughing at a silly joke. You made him so happy in ways you’d never fully know, and if only he knew just how much you loved him, how greatful you were for him.

...

You yawned and stretched as you woke, it was morning.. and the spot next to you was mysteriously empty... but you knew where your dragon man was.

Sure enough after a moment the door creaked open to the dragons scampering in and jumping onto the bed for snuggles. And Hanzo followed them in holding breakfast.

You smiled and hummed drinking him in with your eyes, he was a vision in the morning light, his long black hair draped elegantly over his shoulder, his bare chest exposed, and the only thing covering him were a loose pair of sweats. “Good morning my darling blossom.” He smiled walking to you.

“Mmmorning love~” you hummed as he set the plates down on the bedside table, “it smells nice, did you sleep well?” You asked as he helped you sit up, you were a lot healthier now but it had become pretty clear by now that he enjoyed pampering you, his beloved deserved only the best after all.

“Mhm.” He smiled looking at the food before looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I think I want a snack before breakfast.” He purred lowly. You blushed and rubbed your eyes in an adorable fashion, “oh? But won’t that spoil your appetite?~” you giggled and without warning he pounced pinning you into the pillows and nibbling at your lips with hungry passionate kisses that stole your breath away and left your lips pink and swollen.

His hands began to trace under your shirt as you clawed at his back, he was a beast in bed, and you loved how wild he could get in the throws of passion. He began to slide off your pyjama shorts when suddenly-

‘-Teleporter online, I have opened the path-‘

You both turned your attention to the wall next to the bed as a huge portal opened and a tall and very familiar woman entered. Symmetra, “Hanz-Oh my.” She paused looking at you two, “pardon my intrusion I’ll come b-” she was cut off as another familiar face stepped through..

“Anija!!.... OHHHH MY GOOOOOD!!!!” Genji screamed before bursting into a fit of excitedly happy laughter. “YOU FINALLY GOT LAID!” He cackled. Hanzo grabbed one of the plates and threw it at him red faced with either embarrassment or anger. Either way you couldn’t help but giggle.

It didn’t take long to get your stuff through the gateway, immediately d.Va was all over you begging you to let her hook you up as a streamer. Genji was swift to jump in and get to know you as well, he couldn’t keep from teasing his older brother about when you two would be getting married. It took Mccree having to carry him away to get him to stop.

You took one last walk through your empty apartment before sighing as you spared a final thought for your old life and the journey ahead. You smiled feeling an ever present hand wrap itself in yours. You looked up and smiled as Hanzo smiled back, “ready?” He asked squeezing your hand slightly. You squeezed back and nodded, “ready.” You hum. He nodded and picked you up holding you tight and kissing you gentle as he carried you through the gateway...

The only thing you left behind was a bag of trash in the bin, and in it... the bloodied remnants of an unfinished haori... and a cellphone...

Gateway {Jesse Mccree x Fem Gamer Reader}

I think this’ll be the last one in the series, I had requests for a few other characters but my inbox is loaded with prompts for them plus I’ve run out of ideas beyond this last one lol, and Jesse is too much fun to write for! So enjoy! ~Bambi

Edit: this was written before the name change and I don't have the time to go through and edit it.

The fluorescent lighting flickered over the toilet cubicle as you sobbed... Your boyfriend of 5 years had rang you and told you he’d be working late again, you didn’t mind, he’d been doing it a lot lately... you thought he was saving up to propose to you.

You were a professional Overwatch gamer, YouTuber and twitch steamer, and a famous one at that. You shared a beautiful apartment with your boyfriend, and while he went to work at his day job you stayed home and streamed, It sounded perfect, but it was anything but.

He frequently complained you earning more than him felt emasculating. He often said it was unfair you got to make more than him by just sitting on your ass all day, even going so far as to say you only made money because your fans were all thirsty men... He didn’t care about the tedious editing, or about the mental and physical toll it was taking on you. He didn’t care that while he got to go to bed you had to stay up and keep working when all you wanted was to rest, he didn’t appreciate you...

However his attitude to your career would do a full 180° whenever it came to you getting him something... a new watch, a new laptop, even a brand new car... Not a single complaint was heard...

Youd done so much for him, and now that he’d begun staying at work late you foolishly thought that maybe, just maybe... he was going to do something for you and propose...

You wanted to surprise him at work and thank him for his efforts... you put on an elegant but cute slip dress, some nice heels, and slipped out into the night...

After a short taxi ride you rushed up to your boyfriends office... and you regretted it immediately... He was there.., with some young woman on his desk, an engagement ring on her finger... and one on his too... He’d used you...

And now here you were, in a public toilet crying your eyes out... Youd been in here for hours now... After composing yourself you grabbed a wad of the thin toilet paper and dried your tears... You walked out of the cubicle and headed home...

...

That was 3 weeks ago now...

“Oh my god what part of get your ass over here don’t you understand?!” You shouted through the headset as you threw down a biotic field. The reaper player on your team had been pissing everyone off complaining they needed heals but wouldn’t come to the healer, and now they wouldn’t even come to the field youd laid down. “Bleeeegh I’m a salty girl gamer whose not getting her w- WHAT THE FUCK?!” The reaper main shouted into his mike as he was wiped out by the enemies d.va.

You burst out laughing watching him get eliminated. “Yeah I’m not ressing you.” The mercy main on your team cackled as she tauntingly flew over the reaper mains body. You muted him as he began to bitch and rant. Toxic players were to be expected, but at least you’d had a rather nice team tonight apart from him.

A tired sigh escaped your lips as you sipped at your whisky and hugged your blanket tight as the game ended in a victory for your team. It was a very special blanket, well... serape... it was an exact replica of your main... Mccree.

“Is it alright if I go Jesse? After that round I don’t think I can handle playing soldier if that dick is gonna be on our team again.” You ask as you selected your favourite cowboy. “Sure!!” Most of the team chant in unison. You could see the reaper main slamming you in chat... “how in the flying fuck will it go against the Meta?” You scowl. “Suck on my peacekeeper ya dick I’m not changing!” You say as you waited for the rest of your team to select.

You smile hearing the familiar chime of the sub emote go off. You glance at your second screen where the twitch stream was going strong with heart felt comments asking how you were doing, you shared everything with your followers, to an extent at least. You told them you’d been going through a bad breakup and you might not be as chipper as usual. They were all sympathetic while others were genuinely worried for you...

For the past weeks your health had declined drastically. Youd occasionally drink during your drunk overwatch games with friends but now it was all the time. You used to stream cooking a healthy meal before games and now you just ate pizza or frozen ready meals... and you were starting to look very unwell...

Your apartment was practically empty now, he’d taken most of the furniture, now all that was left was your stuff. But just because it was almost empty didn’t mean it was clean... In your grief, a mountain of chores stacked up. Laundry sat unwashed and others unfolded, left over Chinese sat rotting in the fridge, and the kitchen was littered with empty pizza boxes and whisky bottles... You needed help... but you were too hurt and too scared to admit it.

You were depressed, and you were lonely... at least the streams gave you some company. “Thank you guys for the subs..., yeah I’m fine.. I’m.. fine...” you sigh as the game started up. You weren’t fine...

What started out as what should have been a clean sweep turned into an all out skirmish when that fucking reaper main decided to swoop in and fuck everything up... you felt sweat forming on your brow as you waited for the opportunity to unleash your ult... you were running low on health, your Mercy was struggling to keep up, and that fucking asshole took the med pack he didn’t even need.

“Fuck it...” you mumble releasing your ult at the perfect time, the enemy Reinhardt wiped out the reaper and ran right into line of fire... “it’s hiiigh noon...” Mccrees deep voice echoed through the speakers as you unintentionally wiped out the enemies only tank. You and the rest of your team were laughing so hard you almost didn’t hear it...

“Teleporter online... I have opened the path...”

“Hold on whose playing Symmetra?” The Tracer main on your team asked. “I am but I haven’t opened a Teleporter... is there another Symmetra on the enemy team?...” a young man sounded over the voice chat. “No there’s no sym-... look out?...” you mumble as you glanced at your stream. It was going mental, subs pouring in by the second, and comments flooding in, all screaming for you to-

You were struck hard on the back of the head by something blunt and metal before something heavy slammed into you sending you tumbling from your chair.

You hit the ground hard, the room was spinning, and you could hear gun fire but it wasn’t from the game. You looked at the wall adjacent to your desk to see a giant portal... and moving towards it... Gabriel Reyes... reaper...

A pained grunt sounded beside you, you heard the click of a revolver... “Sorry jefe... it’s high noon...” An ungodly loud bang sounded leaving only a ringing in your ears as a string of bullets flew through the portal striking reaper before the gateway closed...

Your vision tunneled as the pain in your head overwhelmed you... “oh.. Oh Fuck me... what have I done?...” that voice.. you’d know it anywhere... You looked up in time to catch a glimpse of a very familiar red serape and a gloved hand reaching towards you... “Jesse?...” you mumble before you blacked out.

Mccree recoiled hearing you say his name... how did you know him?... he looked you up and down before his eyes rested on the blanket... It wasn’t exactly a comon print... it looked identical to his minus all the wear and tear his had sustained. “What in the Sam hell...” he mumbled.

He blinked hearing people talking... it was coming from your headphones.. he followed the cable up before rising to his feet with a pained grunt in time to see your POTG proudly playing on one of the screens. He froze seeing himself... He turned his attention to the twitch stream seeing subs pouring in and comments all directed at him... he reached out and turned the computer off.

The room went dark, the only light was that of the AC unit displaying the temperature, and the LED’s on his chest plate. It was enough for him to safely scoop you up and carry you out.

After opening a few doors he sighed with relief as he found your bedroom, your bed was huge, plush, lonely... he lay you down and quietly inspected your wound, you had a lump but it wasn’t anything serious. He’d need something cold for it though.

He took a moment to admire you, the cowboy couldnt help but stop and stare at things he found beautiful... and you were one such thing. You groaned and he caught a whiff of a very strong whisky on your breath. He whistled and staggered back a little, “yikes... aw... someone’s had a rough night...” he mumbled with an understanding smile.

After taking a moment to tuck you in and pat your hair he walked out to the kitchen to find something cold for that bump. He immediately froze seeing the state of your apartment... It was a sight he sadly recognised all too well, he’d been in the same situation many times...

He took off his hat leaving it on the dining table next to a pile of torn up photos of you and your now ex boyfriend... -poor Darlin... no wonder she’s hurtin...- he thought as he began to rummage through the fridge, he highly doubted you’d be pleased with some rotten chicken noodle soup on your head, and the alarming amount of energy drinks while cold wouldn’t be very comfortable for you to lay on.

The freezer didn’t prove much better either, he sighed only finding frozen ready meals... And a half empty bag of frozen peas. Bingo!

He was out of luck looking for a clean dish towel to wrap it in, so he removed his serape and wrapped it in that instead, it’d be comfier too... he walked back to your room and gently tucked it under your head so the bump was nestled comfortably in the now very cool fabric. He carefully tucked the rest around your neck to keep you snug.

Now that that was taken care of he took another moment to observe you. Judging by what he’d found it was clear you weren’t looking after yourself. He carefully felt your arms, then your ribs being mindful of where he put his hands, you were rather thin, not sickly but enough to warrent concern, and the paled tone of your skin definitely wasn’t from the concussion he’d unintentionally inflicted upon you either.

Jesses downfall would always be his kind heart, it’s what got him caught during his deadlock days, what drove him to leave blackwatch, and now... it’s what was fueling his desire to look after you... He’d decided, he was going to take care of you.

He suspected it’d be a while before youd wake. The alcohol would probably keep you asleep for a while judging by how much you drank. For a moment he looked at the plush bedding and considered just flopping onto it and going to sleep but... he couldn’t just leave you unsupervised... so he got to work cleaning your apartment.

Mccree was by no means a fussy man, if it were his room on base or his ranch he wouldn’t mind a little mess but this was beyond just a small mess now. Plus... he wanted it to be nice for you...

He did the laundry and folded it, even going through the effort of folding a fitted sheet and saying the F word about a hundred and twenty seven times throughout the process. After that he did the dishes, and even fixed a leaky tap.

He’d just taken the trash out and was enjoying a smoke as the sun began to rise when he heard a familiar voice crackle to life over his com. “Mc-... Mcc-..Ree... jesse you there?”

Jesse spat out his cigar and fumbled to click on the mike, “s Sombra?! Is that really you? Oh thank God..,” he sighed with relief. He could hear people in the background cheering, he could make out Reinhardt and Genji specifically screaming with joy that they’d gotten contact with him, he felt so glad knowing they were alright. “Did everyone make it okay?...” he asks as he stubbed out the smoke with his boot.

“Yeah, everyone except you pendejo! What happened?!” She shouted. “Gabe had me cornered and then one of Symmetras portal thingys malfunctioned... I haven’t got a dang clue where I am but...” he paused. “But what?” Sombra asks. “But... I think I’m a videogame character here... so are you.., come to think of it I think almost half of us were on that screen but.. it looked like one of those battle royal things Genji and Hana play all the time.” He says rubbing the back of his head.

Sombra was quiet for a moment, “Well... I suppose I’ve seen crazier things. There’s thousands of parallel universes, so I’m not that surprised... are you okay though? You sound... upset...” she says worried. “I’m okay... I... dun goofed upon Landin here... I might have knocked out a civilian when I tumbled into her home.” He says embarrassed.

“HOW DID YOU EVEN MANAGE THAT?!” She screamed. “It was an accident! I was too focused on not getting shot!! I didn’t even see the fuckin portal behind me when I fell through and knocked the poor darlin out!!” He sighed. “If it makes ya feel better though it’s just a bump... I got it covered, she’ll be alright...” he says as he turned to head back inside.

She sighed and rubbed her forehead before putting a lock on the location his signal was coming from. “I suppose that’s okay. Winston and 76 are going to flip though.” She says annoyed. “Let em. You and I both know I’m pretty much the one funding overwatch right now.” He says as he stepped back into your apartment and closed the door. “You mean, mr Joel Morricone is~” she teased.

He couldn’t help but snicker, “who knew that dumb alias would haunt me beyond a botched blackwatch mission.” He chuckled, “oh... speakin of funds... don’t suppose you can find out if my cards will work here?...” he asks.

She went silent again and tapped away at her screen, “mhm, should be all good to go... I don’t know how long you’ll be stuck there, Winston and Mei are working it out, I’ll let em know it was something to do with vishkar portal thingy.” She says jotting down notes.

“Thank ya Olivia... I owe you a drink when I get back.” Jesse smiled sounding so happy to just hear a familiar voice. “Don’t mention it... just keep your nose clean and stay outta trouble Kay?... good luck Eastwood... Sombra out.” She says tapping off her com... Mccree smiled and tapped his off too...

He picked up his hat and your apartment keys before making sure he had his wallet. All set...

He knew it was risky leaving you on your own, but he spotted a cafe down the road from your apartment complex... he was there and back within a few minutes. Just in time to hear you stirring...

...

You opened your eyes and immediately sat up to run to the bathroom to vomit... but as soon as you moved your head the world flipped upside down. You brought your guts up then and there right into... a bin liner?... “shhh easy now darlin... let it out.” That voice... Mccree... you remembered last night...

Despite everything spinning you could make out a metal hand and a gloved one holding the bag open for you... there was no way the metal one was fake either given you could see the pistons and joins moving beneath the metal plating... you didn’t have much time to think about it as you hurled up another gut full of greesy pizza, energy drinks, and alcohol...

By the time you were done you were in tears sobbing over the bag... you whimpered as a bottle of water was held to your lips, “shhh you’re alright, take a sip and spit it out...” Mccree whispered as he patted your hair coaxing you to open your mouth.

You rinsed and after he took the bag away he lay you back down and helped you drink the rest of the water. It felt nice and cool on your throat... he was surprised at how calm you were seeing him, though in reality you were in complete shock... “alright now darli-...” he paused as you adorably took his cybernetic hand and observed it curiously... he smiled and gently squeezed your hand with it, “I... take it you know who I am?...” he asks.

You look up at him curiously... you’d know those brown eyes anywhere but... you never expected them to be so beautiful in person... “here... maybe this’ll prove I’m real.” He says suddenly hitting the pressure lock on his arm. It immediately went dead and released its grip on you. He slid it off showing you what was left of his limb.

Your breath hitched in your throat seeing the scarred flesh, among it the remnants of a deadlock tattoo... he went to put his arm back on before his whole body tensed up as you placed your hands on the stump wanting to feel it... you smiled and gently stroked your thumbs over the scars... he relaxed...

After a moment you let go and he clipped it back into place allowing a moment for the device to register his brain signals again. “Jesse?...” you whisper. Immediately his reaction gave away genuine surprise once more. This was him.., this was your Mccree...

“Yeah darlin... that’s me.” He crooned. “ can I ask your name sweetpea?...” he asks softly. Your heart fluttered at his sweet words, you’d heard his voice so often and yet hearing him say words beyond his in game voice lines made you melt. “Y/N... I I’m y/n.” You mumble out, unable to manage more words than that in your current state.

He nods, “Pretty name.” He smiled. “Do you remember what happened last night?” He whispers. You pause and think. You remembered the stream going mental, that toxic reaper main... reaper himself, you remembered getting hit in the back of the head and falling onto the ground... you remberred jesses voice calling for his deadeye... then his serape...

You blinked as he suddenly lifted said garment out from under your head. “Darn, damned things defrosted...” he sighed. “It’s still cold enough though, I’ll have to get an ice pack for you... do you think you’ll be alright on your own for a bit darlin?...” he says showing genuine concern.

You nod cutely up at him before your stomach growled. “...” you blush and look down embarrassed.

He chuckled, his laugh made your heart swell. “I got you some breakfast. Don’t know if that cafe down the road is any good but it looks nice. I’ll go grab it for ya. Sit tight.” He says patting your arm before walking out. You watched him leave before checking your phone... you saw millions of notifications but compldgely ignored them only focused on the time... you were late for your first stream.

As he reached the kitchen and pulled your food from the bag he froze hearing movement from your room... he walked back up there and panicked to see Youd up and disappeared. “Y/n?!” He says praying you’d just gone to the bathroom. He stopped in his tracks hearing the computer start up... “the fuck is she doin?...” he frowned.

He peered into your gaming studio to see you wrapped in your duvet lifting your chair off the floor and climbing into it to start your morning stream. You had his serape wrapped around yourself as well and you lay yours on your lap. You’d no sooner logged onto the computer when you were lifted up into jesses strong arms. “What in the heck do you think you’re doin missy?” He scolds.

You immediately felt so small in his embrace... “I I gotta work, I’ve never missed a stream, and I need to edit last nights... Last... oh god... everyone would have seen what happened!!” You blurt out. You adorably began to wiggle and try to get free of his grasp but Jesse wasn’t having any of it. “Y/N.” He says sternly, he sounded so in charge when he raised his voice... it was hot... “You have a concussion. You’re gonna go back to bed, eat your breakfast, and get some more rest. Am I clear or do I have to install a lock on this door for today?” He says as he carried you back to your room.

He wasn’t giving you a choice in the matter. “N no sir...” you mumble into the blanket as he lay you down. “Now stay put.” He says walking out. He returned a moment later with your food relieved to find you’d behaved and stayed snuggled into the blankets. After taking a moment to admire how adorable of a sight you were he handed you the food including a glass of water and some pain killers.

“I’ll try not to be gone long, please try to rest alright?” He asks as he put his hat back on. You nod and continue eating your food, after emptying your guts it was a miracle you were so hungry so quickly. “I-I will... I promise...” you say looking up at him... you had such sad eyes... he wanted to see them shine with happiness, and he planned on doing anything and everything he could to do that. “Alright darlin, Ill be back soon.” He says patting your hair.

After making sure you were comfy and had everything you’d need he left and headed to the store.

...

He’d arrived back an hour later to find you in the kitchen snuggled in his serape waiting for the microwave. “Y/N....” he frowned. You jumped and tried to hide behind the counter as if that’d do anything... you were more than a bit lethargic now, the pain killers he’d given you were very strong... you might as well be drunk right now.

He chuckled a little and set the food down walking behind the counter to find you hiding under the serape. -god damn it she’s got no right bein that cute!- he thought before lifting you up. Immediately you began to wiggle to try and escape. “N-nu... nu!” You whine. “Shh calm down, are ya hungry? Wasn’t breakfast enough darlin? That’s okay I got something for you to eat.” He smiled.

Immediately you held still, “food... microwave...” you mumbled. He looked at it to see the ready meal spinning around slowly. “What? That? Nah I got you something much nicer.” He says placing you at the dining table. You watched him mull about the kitchen whistling away as he did so, after a moment he sat down a pasta salad with grilled chicken and steamed veggies. It smelt so good... you immediately tucked in but in your lethargic state you were struggling.

He watched you begin to grow distressed at not being able to eat properly, -...so cute... too cute...- he thought before taking the fork from you and feeding you. He fed you little mouthfuls at a time and eventually you were finally done, with a full stomach and the pain killers doing their job you looked so sleepy.

After grabbing an ice pack he scooped you up and took you back to bed... he tried laying you down and encountered a problem, your clingy mode had been activated... he chuckled and lay down with you seeing as that’s clearly what it’d take to get you to rest. After a bit of adjusting and placing the ice pack down he sighed resting his head on the pillow... he fought off sleep until you dozed off, then immediately he followed you right to dreamland.

...

It was around 2 when he’d woken up. He couldn’t help but chuckle seeing youd up and vanished again. He slid out of the bed and as soon as he stepped into the hall he knew where to go, he followed the sounds right to your gaming studio. You were dressed in a shirt and a pair of shorts, your hair and makeup done, you seemed to have a lot more pep to you as you played. “Yes! Great job on that res mercy! You’re my angel!” You cheer before looking at the twitch chat, “yes I’m fine you guys it was just me and a friend messing around with some editing.” You say referring to their questions about last night.

You nearly leapt out of your skin as Mccree suddenly hugged you from behind, leaning on the chair, “what happened to stayin in bed?” He says softly. Immediately the chat went wild upon seeing the cowboy again. ‘Omg he even sounds like the real thing!’ One typed. ‘Just a friend huh? *winky face*’ another wrote. ‘Is he your new boyfriend?! Are you gonna start cosplaying too???!’ Another asked.

Mccree chuckled as you flew out of your chair and adorably tried to push him out. “Y-you can’t be in here while I’m streaming!!” You squeak.

He didn’t budge despite your best efforts, instead he lifted you up and sat in the chair before placing you in his lap, “hey now I wanna watch too~” he says holding you around the waist. The stream was swooning over him and you could hear the people on voice chat in game screeching thinking it was the voice actor. “O oh gosh!” You cover your face flustered. “Hey now look alive your in!” Mccree says tapping your side as the game started.

You fumbled with the controls and almost released your ult as your team bolted out of the gate. You could hardly focus as Mccree shifted you in his lap so you were seated more comfortably, you’d definitely had a dream like this more than once.

Jesse smiled loving how flustered he’d made you, he watched the game intently seemingly very curious. He observed every character, every voice line, every move... it was like he was watching them in a training simulation... they all looked and sounded just like the people he knew as his friends, family, and enemies... His ears perked up as you released his ult... he couldn’t help but laugh a little.

It was a miracle your team won in the end. You were all over the place and weren’t surprised to see the tank got play of the game instead of you.

You sighed and leaned back forgetting for a moment he was there until his arms slid around your waist again. “Done?” He asked resting his chin on your shoulder. Your face was bright red as you looked at the chat. ‘KISS HIM YOU FOOL!!’ One wrote.

“Y yeah I think I’m done streaming for today sorry guys I’ll see you all later! I’ll have a new video up shortly!” You say turning off the stream. You logged out of overwatch and opened up your video editing software but as you went to transfer the footage Jesse lifted you up and carried you out. “Nope, no more work today.” He whistled. “B-but!” You tried to protest but his firm hand on your but changed your tune very quickly, “if you’re well enough to work you’re well enough to come for a walk, you need to see sunlight ya blanket gremlin.” He chuckled.

He sat you down at the dining table and knelt down putting your shoes for you, he couldn’t resist sliding his hand up your leg a little, you let out such a soft gasp... This was a literal dream come true for you... your main Mccree who’d you’d fallen in love with as a character, was real, and he was right here in front of you treating you better than your ex ever did... Even still you couldn’t tell if he was just naturally flirtatious or if he was... actually interested in you...

You jumped a little as he helped you to your feet and pulled you close. “Ready?” He smiled. You blush and nod, “y yes but... what if I get dizzy or tired?...” you mumble. “I nearly fainted getting out of bed earlier... i it’s not because I woke up and saw you either!” You blurt out. He couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry, you start to feel funny just lemme know Kay?” He crooned.

His voice sounded like honey to your ears, you nod and smile sheepishly, “okay l let’s go then..” you say taking his hand in yours... Maybe a day off wouldn’t hurt...

He nodded and led you from your apartment...

What started as just a nice afternoon walk turned into dinner at a night market at the park, you two ate, played some festival like games, and settled comfortably on his serape under a tree watching live performances, he saw the sparkle return to your eyes... he’d do anything to keep it there too... He was about to open his drink when you whimpered holding your head.

You’d leaned against the tree forgetting about the lump, “Aw darlin come here...” he suddenly lifted you into his lap and leaned against the bark letting you lay on his chest. “Better?” He asks as he placed his drink onto your head, it was cold and made you shiver but it felt nice.

You nod and sigh contently resting your head against his chest. “Yes...Thank you...” you whisper. “Is everything alright y/n?...” he says softly. “...” you didn’t know how to reply... A soft gasp escaped your lips as he turned your head to face him, “y/n?...” he asks worried.

“... are you just... taking pity on me?... or...” you tried to look away but he wouldn’t allow it... he leaned down a little and kissed your hair, “that answer your question?... I think you’re cute alright. And when I saw the state you were livin in I could relate to it all too well... nobody deserves to be that miserable, especially not someone as hard working and sweet as you.” He smiled. “So please... lemme look after you... and stop sneaking out of bed when I tell ya to rest.” He chuckled. “I wanna make you happy y/n... will ya let me do that?...” he asks

Your face was bright red... he’d essentially confessed he wanted to be yours... you decided to test the waters... you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. He smiled and gladly returned the gesture, he set the drink down and his strong hands found their way to your waist pulling you closer letting him get a better hold of your tongue and a much deeper taste of you...

The next thing you knew you were home, jesses lips still pecking at yours. He pinned you against a wall, his strong hands on your butt holding you up and you him with your legs around his waist. You tugged on his belt buckle and he pulled back from the kiss. “Woah there babydoll... you’re still unwell, and I wouldn’t feel right takin you for a ride when you’re not 100%...” he whispered.

You were at a loss for words, your ex would have never of been so considerate. You nod sheepishly. He smiled and gave you a gentle peck on the cheek, “hey... don’t look so down... you wanna have a shower?” He whispered. “Can I have one... W-with you?...” you blushed. He was a little taken aback by the request but grinned and nodded, “well I ain’t ever been one to disappoint a lady, sure darlin, you’re lookin a bit wobbly too.” He crooned as he carried you to the bathroom.

He sat you on the vanity and got to work undressing himself for you, wanting to save the pleasure of unwrapping you for later. You were surprised at how much armour he had on, even under his shirt he had a thin bullet proof vest. A final measure incase his chest plate failed. Once it was off though you covered your eyes feeling very bashful.

“Hey... no need to be shy babydoll... you’re allowed to look...” you jumped as his hands grasped your wrists pulling your hands from your face... you timidly looked up at him then down at his torso... he was only in his trousers and chaps now.

His body was strong, stocky, muscular but with a little pudge in places. While he was no body builder it was clear he looked after himself more than enough to survive on the battlefield. His tanned skin was scarred in several places, cuts, bullet holes, and much to your horror, cigarette burns where someone had obviously put them out, uneven marks that could only be associated with torture... then there was of course, his arm...

You placed your hand on the cybernetic, “is... it waterproof?...” you ask. He tilted his head a little, “not this model no. Don’t worry I’ve gotten good at bathing without it.” He smiled. You blush, “n no.., I’m here now... I’ll help you bathe...” you say going to take it off. He tugged away but not in a way that said he was upset, he just wasn’t ready yet.

“Hold up darlin.” He chuckled, “I ain’t finished yet.” He said as he gently grabbed your shirt. “Arms up.” He crooned. “J-Jesse...” you gasp, you felt so nervous over this... why?... you tried to rip his clothes off moments ago... maybe you just weren’t used to someone being so intimate with you in a non sexual way. Despite the fact that Jesse was sliding your clothes off you, he clearly had no intent of having his way with you, at least not yet... he cared about you and what you needed...

You obeyed and raised your arms up letting him slide your shirt off. Then your shorts, he took his time removing your underwear and bra letting you shyly hide your breasts by hugging against him, but eventually he stood back to admire the view. “Beautiful...” he whispered feeling utterly breathless looking at you. You were still thin, and unwell, but that’s okay, he still thought you were gorgeous... a fragile little rose who just needed someone to pluck away the wilted petals and give you the love and care you deserve...

“Jesse...” you whispered trying your hardest to resist the urge to cover yourself. You were trembling with excitement and nervousness. “Shh okay darlin come’re.” He smiled lifting you up. He undid his belt and in one clean motion his trousers slid down his hips from the weight of the ammo on his belt. He clicked off his cybernetic arm leaving it on the vanity before hopping into the shower with you.

It was intimate, sweet, and fluffy... he helped you bathed with surprisingly little issue with just one arm. And you in turn helped him, you washed his hair, helped him bathe the parts he couldn’t reach with his arm and lack there of, and you both spent an additional 30 minutes just cuddling and talking under the hot water...

After drying off and applying a little of your moisturiser to his stump to sooth the irritation the pressure locks caused, you both changed the bedding to fresh sheets and snuggled up together, “how you feelin darlin?...” he yawned holding you close against his bare chest, “better, mmmmuch better.” You yawned in response. “Think you might take tomorrow off again?...” he asks as he smelt your hair, loving the apple and strawberry scent. You nod and smile, “only if we can go for another walk together?...” you whisper.

He hummed and smiled, “absolutely baby, I like the sound of that.” He whispers. You gently kiss his chin giggling a little as his beard tickled your nose. “Thank you Jesse...” you whisper. He leaned down and kissed your lips, “don’t mention it sweetheart..,” he whispers as he began to doze off. You yawned again and snuggled into his chest joining him on the sleepy trail to dream land.

...

A week had passed by, you were looking and feeling much better, Jesses love and care had put a spring back into your step. You cut back your streams to once a day, now all you wanted to do was spend time with Mccree. And the giant puppy of a man wanted just the same with you. He’d join you during streams and even played himself, he was surprisingly very good and each time fans would shriek thinking he was the ‘voice actor’.

Each day would conclude with a nice walk through the park followed by a dinner you’d cook together, you’d listen to music and dance without a care in the world. When Mccree started singing along to ‘Your Man’ while he twirled you around you got so flustered you went into a full on giggle fit squealing like a school girl. And after all that came a shower cuddle session, then bedtime snuggles.

It was bliss... you’d never felt more happy in your life. So when Mccree asked you to come home with him through the gateway... you gladly said yes...

It was around 7am when Jesse woke... somebody was banging on the front door... you were still fast asleep... he smiled carefully putting your noise cancelling headphones on you before giving your lips a soft kiss and creeping from bed.

After pulling on a pair of sweats and attaching his arm he walked to the front door and peered through the peephole... It was too early in the morning for his blood to be boiling like this... your ex stood outside... jesse recognised him from the torn up photos... he was outside, holding a bunch of flowers, he looked like he’d spent last night in a dumpster...

And he had... The woman you’d seen him with was completely unaware he’d cheated on her with you... and when he suddenly brought home a bunch of furniture and clothes she got suspicious and checked his phone... when she found out he’d been lying to not only her but you and a whole bunch of other girls too she threw him out on his ass. And now here he was, crawling back to you hoping to take advantage of your kindness again...

He banged on the door again, harder and louder this time, “Y/N OPEN UP!! PLEASE BABY IM SORRY!!” He shouted. As he went to knock again Jesse suddenly opened the door keeping his cybernetic arm hidden behind the doorframe. “Who the hell are y-” your ex tried to speak but Jesse cut him off, “No thanks we don’t want no girl scout cookies.” He said slamming the door in his face hoping he’d leave after seeing you weren’t alone here.

No such luck, he began to knock again, “hey! Open up you asshole!! Who the hell are you?!” He shrieked. Jesse ignored him and brewed a pot of coffee to keep warm expecting you to be up in an hour anyway, as he poured himself a cup the knocking stopped, then he heard your phone ringing from down the hall...

He scowled... this ends now... He walked back to the door and opened it sipping at his coffee. “Howdy, ain’t it a looovely mornin?” He smirked. Your ex glared up at Mccree, he was a little shorter than the cowboy, “look here punk I don’t know who the fuck you are but what the hell are you doing in my girls apartment?” He growled.

Jesse took another sip of his coffee and raised his brow, “your girl?” He laughed. “Y/N’s MY girl.” He says with a cocky grin, “ain’t your girl the poor sweetheart you cheated on with Y/N? Or is it the other way around? Kind of both ain’t it. You used both of the-” Jesse was cut off by your delicate voice behind him.

“Jesse?...” you yawned. You were dressed in one of the flannels he’d bought the second day into his stay, it looked like a dress on you, you stood there rubbing your eyes tiredly. “Y/N baby what the hell?! How could you just move on so fast?!” Your ex shouted taking a step forward.

Blackwatch mode activated... Mccree pushed him back and growled, “I suggest you stay right the fuck away from her before I make you...” he snarled growing more and more hostile... “or you’ll what huh?” Your ex says chesting up to him, “You think I’m scared of a man who sounds like one of the Beverly hillbillies?!” He spat at jesses feet...

“Last... warning...” jesse says coldly. “Good because this is my only warning!” Your ex says swinging a punch hitting Mccree in the jaw... he didn’t even flinch... instead he laughed, before smashing the empty coffee mug over his head and punching him across the face with his cybernetic hand. Your ex literally spun in circles before hitting the ground hard...

“Grab me a dust pan baby I’ll sweep up the shards,” he says his voice changing back to its soft and gentle drawl the moment he addressed you. You whimpered ignoring his request, instead you rushed to him and hugged him tightly before placing your hand on his cheek scared he was hurt. “Shhh oh sweetheart did I frighten you? I’m sorry... it’s okay, I’m alright..,” he smiled adoringly at you.

You shook your head and sniffled, still half asleep but filled with worry. “He hit y you he hit y you-” you hiccuped out as you began to cry. “Hey shhh I’m alright darlin, why don’t you have a cup of coffee, I clean up this mess and then we can make breakfast together and eat it in bed? How does that sound?” He smiled as he dried your tears. You nod and hug him again, “okay I I-”

“Teleporter online... I have opened the path...”

Your eyes went wide and Jesse held you tight as a portal opened in the outside hallway... it’s a good thing nobody else lived on this floor... An elegantly dressed woman stepped out, you recognised her immediately... Symmetra, “I’m looking for Jes-... oh my...” she says as she stepped on your ex. She looked up seeing Mccree holding you, both of you hardly dressed. “I’m terribly sorry I’ll come back when you’re dec-” she was cut off as another familiar face stepped out, Genji.

“Jess-.... wow you hound dog! You’ve only been here a week!” He laughed. You blushed and hid behind Jesse, “w-we haven’t had sex yet!!” You blurt out. Jesse threw his head back and laughed...

...

After kicking your ex out of the way you met and helped several other agents pack up your belongings. D.Va was so excited to hear you were a streamer and was adamant on getting you set up with a channel, and some new equipment, she referred to your set up as primitive compared to the tech they had.

Ana immediately fussed over you being too thin and insisted on cooking you breakfast. Reinhardt and roadhog moved the heavier stuff and Sombra even transferred all your funds into jesses account so after she was done creating an ID and citizen profile for you you could set up and transfer it into your own bank.

You were all set... Jesse smiled at you and held your hand as he put on his hat, “ready partner?” He says softly. You nod and wrap your serape around your shoulders before fixing his. “Ready when you are, cowboy.” You giggle. He leaned in and gave you a kiss before you both walked through the portal... once everyone was through, Symmetra closed it officially leaving your old life behind...

Your ex was still unconscious in the hall.., when he woke he found an empty apartment... but in the doorway he saw the torn up photos of you and him with a note that simply read, ‘So long, from the pale rider...’

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I’m just saying another huge thank you for all the support I’ve gotten off this story so far and I really hope you enjoy this. 

Also: Pairings. I’m not 100% what pairing this may end up with so please let me know. I’ve received a couple of Tony x reader thoughts but I’m not sure what I’m really doing with their relationship yet. I’m happy with writing any pairing or maybe no pairing? Idek, help me out pleaseee!. 

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Chapter 1 – Chapter 2 – Chapter 3 – Chapter 4 – Chapter 5 – Chapter 6 – Chapter 7 – Chapter 8

You walked into work with a nod to the girls at the reception desk who smiled back at you. There was no one at work who flat out hated you to your knowledge. You mean, sure there were a couple you didn’t get along with but that was to be expected; because everyone had that, no matter who they were. You passed Paulina on your way and she gave you a grimace. 

Jogging back you caught her arm. “Hey, Paulina, what’s up?” 

“It’s Harvey. You’re late and there was a first thing meeting this morning with one of his clients: Washington Oil.” 

“Shit.” You muttered. Harvey Scott, the man who hired you, Senior Partner at Hughes and Wood, was… well… Harvey was Harvey. Best closer in New York, loyal, always there, stubborn, secretly cares but never shows it unless he trusts, trustworthy, dependable, blunt, smart and he was one hell of a poker player.

“You’re his secretary slash my best friend can’t you help a girl out?” She gave you a look.

“I already have.” Paulina, the stunning redhead, told you before walking off.

Groaning, you hurried the rest of the way to your office only to see Harvey sat there, in your chair, facing away from you.

He spoke simply. “It’s 8:30. That’s half an hour after you have to be here. And an hour after when you should be here.” 

“Okay, Harvey, since when did we use a time clock?” You joked as you plopped your bag by your desk and hung up your coat.

“What are the new Oil transportation laws instated?” He stood up.

You shook you head and moved around to your chair. “Oh they’re nothing; they’re just a nuisance.” 

“Andrew Washington wanted to know about them because he was worried about them.”

You leant back in the chair as Harvey circled to the front of your desk. “Then tell him that he doesn’t need to worry because it’s just another form he has to fill out.” 

“What I’m worried about is that I could have told him that in the meeting, had you been there. This morning. At 8.”

“But I checked the calendar! There was nothing on this morning.” You reached for your phone to double check.

“I know. It was spontaneous. And I was there. And you? You were not there.” Harvey stopped and paced slightly. “Did you hear me when I told you to get your shit together?”

You looked at him ludicrously. “Of course I listened and that’s why I’m late this morning.”

“Being late is not getting your shit together.” He picked up a file only to slam it down. “Get it through your head. We’ve just been under attack as a firm and the world knows it. We’re weak, Y/N, and in the law of the jungle the weak get eaten.”

You sighed and spun slightly on your chair. “Look Harvey, I’m sorry about being late this morning. If you’d just ease up and let me explain…”

“Ease up!?” Okay, wrong thing to say. “You’re telling me to ease up!? You’re telling me to ease up when our clients might be leaving? That’s right, David Houston might be leaving me. People don’t leave me!”

You blinked rapidly. “I, I just…”

“ENOUGH!”

You stood up from your chair sharply and Harvey took a step back. “No! Enough you, Harvey! You want to know why I was late! I was signing on fourteen new clients this morning. One of which is corporate. So before you go telling me what to and not to do, make sure you know the damn facts.” 

“Y/N, look, I’m sorry. I-”

You gave a slight smile. “Harvey, it’s fine, I understand. I’ll try to be on time next time but right now, I have so much paperwork-”

“That’s generally what happens when you take on 14 clients.” Harvey sarcastically said as he hovered by the door to leave.

Childishly you poked your tongue out at your mentor. Checking to make sure no one could see, he pulled a silly face back at you. You smirked before flicking on the computer. You logged on and immediately started going through procedure and checking your work email. A knock on the glass wall of you office made you jump. You looked up to see the delivery man at the door, which happened seldom to not at all as the receptionists brought around any mail or parcels.

“Hi? Can I help you?” You stood up to walk over when you saw the flower bouquet in his hands. “I’m sure you know it’s not Valentine’s Day nor my birthday.” 

The delivery guy, Robert, smiled. “I’m well aware Miss L/N, but this was left downstairs for you.”

You looked at him oddly and spotted Paulina watching from the corner of your eye. “Thanks for bringing them up for me, Robert.” 

He nodded and disappeared off again. You studied the bouquet in your hands as Paulina slid gracefully through the door. “I know you can pull anyone but the delivery guy? He’s way out of your league, honey.” 

Laughing at the jab you place the bouquet in a vase you kept in the cupboard in your desk for certain situations. “Apparently they were left for me at the front desk.” You removed the decorative wrapping and gently put the flowers in the vase. 

“Ohhh, so Y/N has a secret admirer? Okay, we both know it’s not Jim from accounting.” She grinned before coming up for a closer look. Paulina looked at them before plucking something out. “Ah ha!”

In her hand was a small slip of paper which you were quick to snatch before opening it.

Hi Bunny, 

The team wanted to say thank you for helping us out and we both know that you office is way to aesthetically perfect so we decided to send flowers. And when I say decided I mean Red said to. Hermione agreed and the guys don’t understand the female mind so then agreed with them.

I was going to send carrots but Legolas said it was too far.

-T

You smiled at the note quietly and grabbed a photo holder to put the note in and placed it next to the flower neatly.

“Y/N, this is gossip time. Because I understood none of that and you’re smiling.” Her hand were on her hips, showcasing the raspberry dress she was wearing.

“Paulina. I’d love to but I can’t I have too much paperwork-” 

“Then I’ll go and grab my laptop and join you here.” 

As much as you dearly loved your friend, she was so stubborn. You tapped away with your case, adding all the new information to the system and going through any and every paper piece of evidence Tony had given you to make a head start on it. True to her word, Paulina came back with her laptop and sat with you in your Senior Associate office and listened as you explained as much of the story as you could. She was a great listener, only talking when she didn’t understand something or offering drink breaks. Several hours later you had finally explained everything between breaks, hot beverages, pastries, toilet breaks and work.

“So let me sum this up for me. You’re now the official attorney for the Avengers, the corporation and them themselves, to help with the Sokovia Accords and to make sure half of them don’t end up in deeper trouble.” By now, sushi lunch was sprawled out across you desk. You were a huge foodie and there was this one sushi bar that was only a couple blocks over and was incredible.

You nodded, covering your mouth with your chopsticks. “In a nutshell.” 

“Damn. Can you get me an autograph or 14?” She joked and you laughed quietly. 

“Sorry, no can do.” 

She’s groaned dramatically. Paulina flopped back in her chair, hand splayed across her forehead. Rolling your eyes, you tapped quickly away at you computer because, at last, you were almost done. Paulina, knowing the signs of you almost finishing, began a countdown.

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3…2..1.” 

“DONE!” You shouted and spun a full circle in your chair, arms above your head in triumph. 

You laughed happily and Paulina stood up and told you that she was going back to her desk outside Harvey’s office. Finally, it had taken you a good six hours to do all of the work and now you were chuffed that you had it done. You glanced at your phone to see that you had missed calls from Tony. Moving around your desk to shut the door, you tapped the redial button and moved the phone to your ear, pinning on your shoulders. The dial tone played as you started to move onto drafts of potential needed documents so you wouldn’t have to do them in a rush. 

“Tony Stark speaking.” 

“Tony, it’s me.”

“Hi me, I’m Tony.” 

“Tony.” You warned with a roll of your eyes; You could hear the smirk in his voice. “You rang.” 

“I did. Ross showed up with his attorney.” You immediately stopped what you were going and grabbed the phone before placing it on speaker on you desk.

“What! Please tell me you didn’t say anything.” 

“I didn’t no. Romanoff and Barton took care of it with the odd sentence from other people.” 

You swore under your breath as Harvey strolled into your office, file in hand. You motioned zipping his lips and nodded; he closed the door and said nothing as he sat in front of your desk. 

“Were they diplomatic about it?” Your fingers were crossed.

“As much as they could be, being them.” Harvey stared at you in shock he began mouthing at you. Is that..?

You nodded and motioned for him to shut up. “I need you to give me details, Tony; I can’t work on kinda diplomatic.” 

“I’ll have FRIDAY send over a recording and transcript.” 

“Sent to Bunny, sir.” FRIDAY’s voice chimed in the background. 

“Seriously Tony! You’re AI is in on it too?” You leant back in exasperation of your friend and client. 

“That’s irrelevant. Are you coming back later?” 

“Of course.”  You had nodded before then realising he couldn’t see it.

“See ya later, carrot hater!” 

Shaking you head with a smile, you replied. “In a while, Mr Senile!” 

“Hey!” He objected but you had already ended the call.

Harvey sort of just stared at you. “Since when was Tony Stark been your client?” 

You looked at him weirdly. “Since I got here almost, along with representing Stark Industries.” 

“So let me guess, those fourteen clients weren’t any random fourteen.” He gave you ‘the Harvey Scott look’, as you and Paulina jokingly called it.

“Not really.”  

“Damn, now I almost feel bad about getting angry at you.” 

You snorted and span your chair. “No, you don’t.” 

He nodded and stood up. “You’re right, I don’t because if I did, it would mean I cared about you.” 

You gasped in mock hurt and grabbed you coat and bag. “Paulina and I both know you care about me really.”

“Whatever you say, kid.”

You got into the elevator and headed down, to meet Rae who was Harvey’s driver. In these situations you generally just trusted Harvey as to where you were going because most of the time, it was to a client and today was no different as you pulled up at Washington Oil’s headoffices thirty minutes later. You and Harvey discussed a brief plan on how to talk to Andrew Washington in the elevator’s rise up. When you did eventually step up, it wasn’t what you were expecting. 

Andrew Washington was there, but so was a young boy with red puffy eyes and a box of tissues by his side. 

When Andrew saw you, he stood up and moved away from the boy to talk to you. “I’m afraid business is going to have to wait. I know you don’t do pro bono cases but I need you to do this. His… his parents, my brother and sister in law, they were killed by a drunk driver.” 

Involuntarily, you sucked a sharp breath in. “How old is he? You nephew.” Your chest was constricting rapidly. 

“He’s twelve. He’s going to be staying with me from now on.” 

“Of course. We’ll make an exception.” Harvey was glancing wearily at you as you stuttered into a walk towards the boy.

In front of him, you crouched down to be level. “Hi there, I’m Y/N. I’m here to he-”

“To help me. Yeah, I get it.” The boy sniffled. 

You let out a small chuckle. “What’s your name?” 

“Toby, but Uncle Andrew calls me Tobias.”

“So, Toby, what’s your favourite ice cream?” You asked and adjusted your feet under you.

“I don’t see how that’s relevant.” 

“It’s absolutely relevant.” You replied. “Ice cream has special properties to make you feel better.“ 

"I don’t believe you.” Toby pouted petulantly. 

You put on a grin. “When you come over our office, there’ll be ice cream waiting for you.”

“Strawberry.” He said quietly and you knew you had gotten somewhere. 

“Hey, little man!” Harvey came over to join the pair of you and sat next to Toby on the sofa. “We’re not going to pressure you into talking but when you’re ready, let Uncle Andrew know and then he can tell us.” He glanced at you and looked terrified. 

You nodded encouragingly. “We’ll see you soon, Toby, okay?" 

The young boy nodded. You glanced at Andrew Washington and he nodded to Harvey. They had obviously done all the technicalities whilst you had been talking to the boy. Your heart swelled slightly at the thought he was doing this case so you didn’t have to do it by yourself. So you brought it up on the way back to headquarters.

“Thank you, Harvey, for this.” You were studiously looking out of your window on the left hand side. It was practically a religion that the pair of you always sat in the back and on the left and he sat on the right.

“It’s what we do, Y/N, you know that.” He replied quietly.

“Have I told you the real reason I wanted to become a lawyer?” You moved away from the window to look at him.

“Once or twice.”

You smiled slightly. “Three’s a charm. I wanted to become a lawyer because my parents were killed by a drunk driver when I was only 10. My grandma took me in but it always hard having to explain to other people why I didn’t have parents. The lawyer who was in charge of our case didn’t give a damn, I could tell, and that’s why I wanted to become a lawyer; so it didn’t happen to other people who needed help.” 

Harvey turned to look you in the eye. “You’ve definitely helped more than enough people to make up for what he did. You’re a damn good lawyer.” 

You smiled. “But not as good as you.” 

Harvey chuckled. “That goes without saying.”

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NCIS x Mutant Reader - different

Part one:

(Y/N) sat in the meeting slightly nervous. It was about mutants and how they needed to be treated fairly etc.

“Why should we allow those freaks here?” Someone blurted. Making her heart sink a little bit.

“Because they are just as human as you are.”

After a few more questions and things being said everyone was let go. Gibbs stormed away, followed by Abby who had things to be done. Ducky gave (Y/N) a glance before leaving. McGee gave her a soft smile and tony glared slightly.

She sighed, tail itching to be free. She couldn’t let it free, she was always ridiculed. Even by her own team which hurt, when she first joined they treated her like one of them. But she slipped up, someone snuck up on her causing her to let her tail and wings free, eyes flashing red. She was a monster, everyone knew that. 

Shuffling her way to the directors office (Y/N) wasn’t aware of Gibbs, Tony and McGee watching her. Feeling slightly guilty. They knew she was a bit hurt, but they didn’t know how much pain she was really in. 

Knocking on Jenny’s door, she opened it.

“(Y/N) what can I do for you?”

(Y/N) shrugged. Jenny smiled a little bit, she accepted the mutant. She saw nothing wrong with (Y/N)

“Would you like to let your tail free?” (Y/N) nodded. lifting her shirt, allowing the thin, black, fluffy end tail free. It moved side to side slowly. (Y/N) sighed, “Jen why do they all hate me? Why am I such a freak? A monster!” (Y/N) punched the wall denting it.

“You are not a freak and you are definitely not a monster. I don’t know what’s wrong with them, I can talk to them if you like?”

“It’s no use…” she sighed, Walking away Jenny close behind. She hated seeing (Y/N) so sad, she used to be so happy. Now (Y/N) seemed like nothing but an empty shell. Before (Y/N) left  the room she wrapped her tail back around her torso, both leaving the room…