Commission for Gal Pals Anon ❤⃛ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ )! This fic is in the same world setting at the last commission I did for her: “The Dragon’s Bride”. You’re a girl living in a studio Ghilibi-esk AU. It’s not uncommon for you to find drunk men lying in the streets. The man you do find lying in the streets, however, is not like any man you’ve ever met.
Warnings: Mild Violence, Slight Sexual Tones, Romance, 6k.
Serious talk can come later. Right now, you and Genji wanted to bask in the glow of the news. You were pregnant with Genji’s baby.
“It is right here,” he said, putting his cheek to your bare tummy. The edge of his helmet touched your skin.
“Cold, Baby!” you squeaked, pulling your shirt back down.
“No!” he said. “Let me love both of you!”
He held your hips and pressed warm kisses to your stomach. You sighed, lying back, and letting Genji have it out. It tickled, but it also felt nice to be so loved. When he was satisfied with the amount of love given, you waved him up to come to cuddle properly.
You got more than you bargained for. More cold. Genji applied his body to yours as much as he could, wanting to be as close as possible. You twitched under his cold parts, waiting until your body warmed him.
He let out a happy sigh.
“Hm?” You wiggled around until you were nose-to-nose. “What’s up? Tell me how you feel.”
A smaller sigh.
“I feel…good. I also feel…hopeful.” His tongue snuck out to lick at your nose once, making you flinch and then smile. “I never felt more in love.”
He earned a well-deserved blush from you, and you pecked his nose back.
“Maybe,” Genji said, his gaze trailing down your cheek. “l can put some good out there by providing a stable and loving childhood for our son. Or daughter.”
“What if they’re neither of those things?”
He shifted against you, draping an arm on your side.
He would most likely just smile at you fondly and admire you. You were being so openly romantic that it was enough to make him blush and look at you with that smitten expression. Because you were drunk, you had absolutely no filter… so when you picked up on his expression, you told him that you wished he would look at you in that way more. This led to Hanzo stiffening slightly, clearly flustered. He stroked your face and smiled remorsefully, promising you he’d be better. His heart melted at the sight of your smile.
Soldier: 76:
He wouldn’t allow himself to let you out of his sight; the last thing he wanted was for you to wake up in the morning and regret something. He wasn’t possessive, he would just watch from a far enough distance so you could have your fun but not too far that he couldn’t swoop in and get you out of a situation. Knowing you, this was bound to happen and he knew this from past experiences. So, when his time came, Jack thanked your friends for the good time and practically threw you over his shoulder to carry you out as you laughed and waved at them.
McCree:
He couldn’t resist the opportunity to look after you, you were being more clingy than usual and he was all here for it. You just so bubbly and adorable that he couldn’t stop smiling when you tried to steal his hat and pretend to be him. You were currently straddling his hips, he had his hands on your waist and that million-dollar smile on his face. Soon enough, when you started to get tired, Jesse could easily pick you up and escort you to your room with ease. You latched onto him perfectly and relaxed, breathing in the smell of your boyfriend.
Genji:
He would probably be filming you the entire time… it was perfect blackmail material! You would whine and try and grab the camera off of him, but he would always hold it at arm’s length and giggle as you half-heartedly attempt to steal it from him. Genji would ask you silly questions just to hear your reply in that slurred voice of yours. “Baaaabe.” You pouted before completely giving up and collapsing into his lap. He chuckled, running his fingers through your hair as you babbled something about how mean he was.
185: “Open up” & 193: “Good girl”. I hope you like it!
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You lay on the bed, covering your top half as best you could. Your knees were bent and you had your legs clamped shut in nervousness and in attempt to shield yourself from Genji’s gaze.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked once again for what seemed that hundredth time that night alone.
“Yes, I’m sure,” you cooed.
“Then do not be afraid, my love. I will treat you as you deserve to be treated. I won’t hurt you, and if it’s hurting you or you want to stop at any point, just say the word,” he said. He leaned over you and brushed your hair behind your ear, placing a kiss to your temple. The normally sweet gesture had shivers running down your body and to your core, a dull ache wanting for his touch.
“Are you ready?” he asked. He held your cheek in his hand and you gave him a small nod.
“I’m ready.”
“Open up,” he coaxed, running a hand from your knee to your thigh. You let out a barely audible moan at his sweet and almost firm demand. You spread your legs, exposing yourself to your lover. As he drank the sight of you in, you blushed and tried to hide your face behind your hands. He grabbed each wrist and held your hands out in front of you.
“I want to see your face. I don’t want to miss a thing,” he said. You nodded and draped your arms on the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
“Good girl,” he purred against your skin as he kissed his way down your lips and to your neck. You let out a small moan, unaware how sensitive your skin had become. He toyed with your inner thighs, stroking your skin and teasing your entrance slightly.
You felt the heat and excitement course through your body and you shivered in anticipation for him to fill you and fuck you until you were a mess.
“Genji, please,” you said with a breathy moan.
“Please? Please what?” he teased.
“Please stop teasing me,” you pouted, leaning up to give him your best puppy eyes.
“As you wish, my love,” he said. He took his length in his hand and teased your entrance, pushing the tip in only slightly. You let out another soft moan and dropped your head to the pillow.
At his deliciously torturous pace, you were in for a long night.
Thank you for your commission! Here’s what was supposed to be a 1000 word fic of Reaper submitting to reader. It’s turned into a bit of a monster but I’m too attached to it to cut. Enjoy!
Gabriel is used to being the biggest man in the room, both physically and in rank. He’s used to looming over his subordinates and his partners and watching them lower their head before him. It’s not quite a boost to his ego, but he doesn’t lie when he says that he feels comfortable being looked up to. When he says that he’s so used to being in control that it fits like a well-fitted glove.
Perhaps it’s because of his skin, his beard, the almost permanent bitch face he sports, but he’s used to being looked at in fear, in apprehension. He doesn’t like it. But he’s used to it. Used to the way they’d quiver before him in submission, waiting for the other shoe to drop whenever he wills it. To an extent, he likes the rush of power; the feeling of having them at his mercy, whatever it may be. He’d lie if he says a rush of warmth wouldn’t fill him when he’d see their skin bruised and reddened from his impassioned grips and slaps. He’d lie if he says he didn’t grow hard when they’d whimper and beg. Beg for him to fuck them harder. Beg for him to take away the last vestiges of power from them and render them weak-kneed from how hard he uses them. He’d lie if he said it wasn’t how he loved for the longest time.
But death does a lot of things to a person. Not in the least change them fundamentally, mentally, physically. He feels angry now, unable to control his emotions and his body as he wreaks destruction upon those he used to call comrades. Friends. Family. So now, years on from the last time he drew breath, Reaper yearns for something different than he knew in life. Now what he wants is so foreign to him that he hasn’t the slightest clue how to go about finding it. What he wants isn’t what he’s used to. Isn’t something he thought he’d ever find.
Quietly to himself in his loneliness, Reaper wonders what it’d be like to be held so tenderly that he might melt in an embrace. What it’d be like to feel so safe that he can close his eyes and rest for the first time in what feels like forever. What it’d be like to be tamed with a single hand to his chest and a soft pair of lips to his bristly cheek. He would curl in a corner around a lumpy pillow, hood drawn over his head and over his eyes, thin blankets cocooning him, and imagine that instead of scratchy wool it was a warm body holding him securely. That instead of a pillow that smells of musty mothballs, he’d be clutching at the clothes of someone who would protect him from the world that seems to be out to ruin him in every way. It feels like a pipe dream to have someone who he would allow that much power over him. He’s not one to let go of control, of his strength. But in his undeath Reaper has had much time to think and he wonders if that is what he needs. For someone to know how to protect him and to hold the reins for a little while as he lets go and just exists. Instead of his bare existence now, living from day to day and praying that it might end. He doesn’t know what he wants anymore. Maybe…maybe someone who makes that decision for him would finally lead him off his path of self-destruction and sorrow.
Ahhhhhh, very nice. Very nice, indeed. Are you getting better at writing?? Lately, I’m not a huge fan of mixing emotion with Reaper, but this got me. Maybe because it’s sub!Reaper this time, and that’s different. 👌 Perfect!
I have rewritten this note to you several times, and I am unsure how to start it. I guess this will have to do for now, but I wished to leave something with you for while I am gone.
I have not even climbed onto the Orca yet, and here I am already longing to hold you in my arms again. I honestly never thought I could feel this way about someone…when I was younger, love seemed something that was never within my grasp.
And yet, here I am.
Master tells me that he will be here for the majority of the time that I am away, and he reminded me that he will keep you company, so I know you will not be alone. Not that you are alone, you are at Gibraltar with the others as well…
I am rambling. Delaying leaving I suppose.
I had best end this here, otherwise I will not leave. Be safe, my Little Dove, your Dragon cannot wait to return to you and hold you in his arms.
a/n:gosh, I feel so rusty at writing haha. @seachelle-the-tideborn requested from me a while back to write something for myself and this is the result of that! Hopefully you guys like it too!
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“Where are we going, Genji?” You asked with a smile on your lips while you were being dragged by the hand by the man himself. Knowing that he had heard you perfectly well, Genji didn’t even bother to answer you. He liked to be playful like this at times and sometimes insisting just didn’t work.
The sun was slowly settling down, the bright orange and yellow hues painting the sky that would soon disappear in a couple of minutes. Nothing compared to this kind of view. Even if you had seen this almost your whole life, – sometimes painted in purple and other times like right now – it always brought a warmness to your chest and peace to your heart.
“You’ll see.” Finally the man let out and you could only playfully smile at him, jabbing finger on his side.
“Oh, so now you decide to answer me?” Genji jumped a bit as he felt your poking and snickered at you, your hand still in his grasp.
“Well, it’s much more fun to keep things a secret, don’t you think?”
You went to face the opposite way of him before showing him your small pout. With that small display of childishness, that earned you a hearty laugh from him as he pulled you to him, making you crash unto his side. Then, Genji gingerly looped an arm around your shoulders and rested his head on top of yours.
Genji always loved making a small mess out of you – which he was doing at this exact moment – and he was always proud of such small accomplishments. If you could only get your sweet revenge some day.
What seemed like countless minutes walking, Genji started to guide the both of you to what seemed like a bench. It wasn’t really a park as you looked around the area, but perhaps what used to be of it.
Patting on the side of the bench with his other free hand, you followed with Genji’s gesture and waited for what else he had in store.
By now, the sky began to darken, revealing the small dots of light that were scattered above you for anyone to admire. You couldn’t help but contemplate them and think about how pretty they seemed – they had their own kind of beauty.
You snapped out of your lost daze as you felt your hand being softly squeezed next to your thigh. Looking next to you, you could only observe.
Genji’s eyes were lost in the sky while a small smile was on his lips and held on to your hand. You wanted to burn this picture of him into your mind of how his shoulders slumped in such a relaxed way, how his eyes shined like one of that of a child.
Everything from him radiated peace and that’s all you wished for him to always have in his life.
“I used to think,” Genji softly broke the silence between the two of you, his gaze still lost up above, “that my life wouldn’t turn in such a drastic way. I thought that all I would ever have inside me was anger and resentment just like the blackness of the sky, but,”
He looked back at you, his now intense gaze taking in all of the details in your face. A faint blush started to creep to your cheeks, bringing some dizziness to your head.
The man gave your hand another squeeze and stared at your connected fingers. Even a redness started to appear on his pale cheeks which made your heart warm itself.
Taking his eyes back to yours, his smile widened.
“I’ve learned that just like the sky, there is always some light left inside of us just like the stars… and you were one of the few to find and ignite that light inside me once again during such a difficult time of mine.”
Another commission for the amazing Gal Pals anon! 💖💖💖 You’re a girl living in a studio Ghilibi-esk AU. A strange man walks into your village one day and stays a while. Strange. Once the man showed up you started having dreams about a dragon lord.
Sojiro x reader. A little nsfw. Mostly romance and fluff stuff. I would still say it’s rated mature. 5.2k.
The sky darkened, but also didn’t. The way it always did around your village. A village surrounded by lush vibrant trees and bountiful healthy wildlife. It rained, and yet the Sun still shined so brightly. Enough for the villagers to go about their busy day-to-day lives. Children screamed and splashed in puddles. The sky only darkened enough to house the transparent rain clouds. Clouds that to you looked normal, but to visitors, to the people passing through your quaint village, always took a moment out of their perilous, long journey to observe.
“They’re so… shimmery, Mama!” a child exclaimed to his mother.
She looked to the sky and you followed her gaze. Yes, they were shimmery, even the fat dollops of rain that fell from them seemed to incase glitter. But why that seemed to be abnormal to the little boy was a mystery to you. That was how it’d always had been, and how it always would be.
The young mother hummed. “Yes, they are quite strange aren’t they sweetie?” She reached into her silk blue coin purse, juggling her hardworking umbrella at the same time while she fished out coin. She handed the payment to you, you handed her her omamori, and the transaction was complete.
You each thank each other for the business and she walked away, chin still tilted towards the sky. She handed the charm to her son and said, “They’re odd but very pretty, don’t you think?” You had to laugh because the child couldn’t have cared less about the clouds anymore. He held the charm in his hand and was mesmerized by what he had been handed, the odd clouds forgotten.
“You love him like a flower loves the sun.”
Hanzo’s words echoed through the room and right into your mind. Was it true all these mixed emotions were all because you were in love? You feel like you’re left with more questions than answers.
“I don’t know.”
It’s the only thing you can manage to say, even though it isn’t much. Despite the bitter feelings between the brothers, Hanzo was kind enough to listen to your problems. So then why, as you’re laying in your bed evading sleep, does your heart still feel like this?
The very next morning you have dark circles and bags under your eyes. The constant yawning was enough to make everyone tired, so you only end up apologizing and heading for the door before Genji enters the room.
“Ooooh! Look whose here!” Lena teases.
In your half dazed state you glance over towards the door and become completely red. The same pounding feeling in your chest ignited and you’re left paralyzed like a deer in headlights.
“Shut up…” You mumble. You love him like a flower loves the sun.
You swallow the lump in your throat before almost missing the door handle. Unfortunately Genji planned to keep you here even longer when he called out to you as you open the door.
“Y/N? Can I speak to you for a minute?” He asks.
Lena giggles at his question before dragging the only other person out of the room. After all, this seemed like a two person conversation.
You close the door, but you can’t meet Genji’s gaze. Despite it even being hidden behind his visor, it’s burning a hole through your entire being.
“Hanzo told me something very interesting yesterday.”
“He wasn’t supposed to tell anyone our conversation.” You grumble.
“If he didn’t think it was important, then he probably wouldn’t of told me.” Genji adds. “Is this why you’ve been acting oddly lately?”
You feel sudden tears flow from your eyes. You didn’t mean to be avoiding him this much, but you needed time to figure out what was going on inside of you. A simple nod answers the question. He takes his hand and gently wipes away the tear that overflowed, moving it under your chin and making you look up at him.
“You know I love you as well, all you had to do was talk to me.”
Genji begins to reach for his visor with his free hand. There’s a soft hiss as his face is revealed, it’s scarred… but it’s still as beautiful as you dreamed it would be.
“Please sit,” Genji gestures to the couch, “we have much to talk about.”
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