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Mako loves to wear thick rings — None of them particularly expensive, comprised of spare scrap that was lovingly reshaped and polished. You’re grateful for the time he spends making sure there’s no jagged edges as the rings disappear inside you. He loves watching the thick silver metal disappear and reappear, shiny and slick with your arousal. The man’s intensity is suffocating as you squirm underneath him, desperate for more. He’ll give it to you of course, but only once you were shimmering under the dingy steel light. Sweat, tears, cum, the occasional droplets of blood. He likes you filthy. Only then do you get your reward.
Junkrat - Chains
Jamison is a sucker for necklaces. He likes the thicker ones with a bit more length to them. He makes sure to wear them around you especially, waiting on pins and needles for the next time you tug him in for a kiss. He won’t shut up about that time you lead him around like a pathetic creature desperate to rip your clothes off, whining at the end of a yanked chain. He can’t wait to be your toy again. Once he got an adjustable one he would not stop fidgeting with it, making a racket and drawing your attention to it. Just for you to yank him by the end with a huff, the excited yelp and greedy look on his face said it all. He knew what was in store when you knocked him to the ground, foot on his chest and chain wrapped around your palm. The filthy rat was getting his way again.
Lifeweaver - Anklets
Niran loves a little anklet. Something subtle, chic, but not too cute. He loves to jingle as he walks, to make himself known. He’s hypnotised by that sweet sound matching thrusts as you fuck, the gentle clinking right by his ear as your ankle finds its way to his firm shoulder. It sends shivers down his spine. His ego is bursting at the seams like... He did that. He brought you to such a heightened state of bliss that your body couldn’t even keep up with such waves of pleasure. You know you’re in for a never ending evening when you are graced with the sound of cuffs clicking around your wrist. The cool feel of metal on your bare skin, the weight of the chains holding you down were already exhilarating; but the teasing smile framed by beautiful ivory locks that gently tickled your flushed cheeks was enough to drive you to the edge.
Venture - Piercings
Sloan loves little earrings, all of them a goofy conversation starters. They love to semi-match with you, their favourite pairing is their fossil set with your dinosaur! They also love to mismatch them, stealing one dino to go with a fossil makes them giggle. They can’t help but grin when you steal their earrings, especially when you're all splayed out on the bed beneath them... But you’re focused on something else. The piercings are hot... Too hot. They always draw your attention to them knowing it turns you on. Even now as they straddle you they’re teasing, slowly lifting their shirt just above the little pieces of metal and pausing for their own sick amusement before taking it off. Phew it drives you wild. Your hands trail up the gentle slope of their hips to their freckled chest. They try not to, but you know they know they look good. You haven’t kept your hands off them since they got their nipples pierced. You remember their toothy grin the day they showed you for the first time. You feel like a wild animal as you eagerly wipe that shit eating grin off their face, taking the beads into your mouth as your free hand plays with the other set, lest it get cold. You feel hands in your hair, drawing you closer until you’re forced to let go, head plopping on the pillow below you. A panting and flustered Sloan takes your lips into theirs as eager hands explore beyond your jeans.
Ramattra - Bracelets
This diva may insist on his resistance to earthly desires but... Seeing his wires wrapped around your hands like jewellery seems to do something for him. He loves to get all tangled up with you. He'll return the favour by wrapping his fingers in your hair and admiring your form before tugging at the strands. He gifts you old wires he finds that you fashion into little bracelets. Heaven forbid he catches you wrapping it around your fingers mindlessly, he'll drag you somewhere to replicate that on his inner workings or maybe even on your inner workings... He can't help it, you’re carrying him with you everywhere you go. You’re his, and in turn, the flick of your wrist or the fiddling with a loose end, makes him yours.
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✮ SUMMARY Insomnia once again was making it hard for you to sleep, so out of desperation you decided to go to the doctor's office. However Dr. Pruksamanee has a different idea for you in mind
✮ A/N I know Niran isn't exactly a part of overwatch, but for the sake of this I need y'all to forget for a moment and imagine him as an medic in ow facility, something like Mercy. Also dear anon, sorry you had to wait so long. I promise I never forgot about this request and I was going to answer it eventually. But if i have to be honest, I was quite unsure how to approach this fic and how to write it. And yes, I think he would like that, a lot if you ask m Also since the gender wasn't specified so I am keeping this gender neutral. I hope y'all enjoy it! <3
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As always, a soft warm light came from Niran's office. It was late, other medics and agents were asleep by now, but not Niran.
He was always busy with something. From finishing tasks, through working on biolight to simply sketching and writing things in a notebook. Or simply reading, while his herbal tea was cooling down.
While he was enjoying himself in his office in the late hours, you couldn't sleep. Nights were terrible, sleepless and it was no good for you as an agent. You needed to be quick on your feet, not falling asleep in the ship before while the mission was explained to you and others.
In the act of desperation you quietly left your room, a simple shirt and pajama shorts over you as you walked down the hall. You hoped that perhaps Dr. Ziegler could help and give you something. But her office was closed and quiet.
The light from a different office, not too far from Angela's. Walking closer, you recognized a familiar name on the door.
‘Dr. Niran Pruksamanee.’
You should have expected him to be stiff. That maniac seemed to never sleep, yet it seemed no consequences came from that. You would even dare to say that somehow he looked better than the agents that made sure to keep the sleep schedule as healthy as it was possible for an overwatch agent.
With a small sight, you knocked on the metal door and awaited an answer.
“Come in!” A cheery voice echoed on the other side and the door slided open, allowing you to walk in.
Niran's office was a little different from the ones other medics had. Instead of white walls, cold light and mostly hospital-like feeling, it was like walking inside a small living room.
The walls were painted in a soft green color, and paintings and pictures covered it. Instead of metal shelves and desks, it was all wooden. He even had a small couch, sofa and a table, which made the place feel more like a psychiatrist's office. And the soft warmth light from the lamp that stood by the wall gave the whole room a somehow intimate feeling to it.
But the most eyecatching part were the plants that were almost everywhere. On his desk, on the shelves, on the table. As if he tried to have as many of them as he could in this little room.
As he stood up to greet you, you noticed that he was still wearing the blue button up, along with the pink tie and the white coat while his hair was pulled into a messy but. He might have ruined his sleeping schedule, but he did it with style.
“Hello, ___________. Anything I can help you with?” Niran asked with a warm smile on his face. He clasped his hands together, eager to help.
“I was wondering if you perhaps had any sleeping pills?” You asked, and Niran let out a soft hum.
“I might have.” He said, before looking back at the cabinet by the wall and then back to you. “But maybe since you're here, a little check up wouldn't hurt?” He tilted his head.
It was late and you were tired, but something made you agree.
“Great.” Grabbing a clear pair of light pink gloves, he reached for his stethoscope and put the ear pieces right where they belonged. “Can you pull your shirt up a little? I’ll listen to your heartbeat from the back, so don't worry about anything.” He explained, wanting to remain respectful towards you.
As told, you pulled your shirt up just enough for him to be able to listen to your hearing comfortably.
“Deep breath in and deep breath out, okay?” He added and the cold chest piece met the skin of your back. He noticed the little shivers and his smile turned a little sheepish. “Apologies, I should have warned it was cold.”
The examination continued. Niran's gloved hands brushed against your spine, while he continued listening to your heartbeat and a quiet whimper escaped your mouth before you could stop it. You wondered if Niran heard it.
Hearing the little sound he paused, putting the stethoscope away on his desk.
“Let me just…” He felt the need to give you a little check, to see if he could find any other spot that could get a similar reaction out of you. His fingers gently pressed against your back.
“It's part of the check-up, right?”
“Yes. I'm just…” Another touch on your spine, this time not so subtle, got another whimper from you. “Oh my!” He gasped.
You, all embarrassed, pulled your shirt down. Your cheeks were hot and you wondered what he thought.
“Maybe I should–” Before you could react, Niran was right in front of you, leaning against his desk.
“It's okay. You surprised me, that's all.” He admitted while smiling, one of his fingers brushed against your arm.
He moved in a little closer, his voice dropping to a soft whisper. “Maybe you could use a different check-up?”
“You're… joking, right?”
“I'm very serious, my dear.” He said, moving back a little to give you space. “It's just a proposition. If you're not interested, I won't push you. However, if you agree I can promise you this will stay between us and even a whisper of what happened here won't leave this room.” He added, wanting you to know that he wasn't going to do things you didn't want to do.
It was a surprising proposition. You just wanted to get your pills and go back to sleep, but something about you attracted you like a moth to a flame.
And it would be a lie to say that his hands, even if gloved, felt good on your skin.
“Maybe I could use a little check up.”
“Excellent.” He smiled, happy with your answer.
He moved behind his desk, taking all the things off of it to make some space. “Would you prefer I keep the gloves?” He asked while hiding all things unnecessary into the drawers.
“You can take them off.”
Niran let out a soft laugh. “How thoughtful.”
With all the things gone, he took the gloves off and threw them into a garbage can before he disappeared in the next room. You leaned in a little bit, hearing a sound of water running before it stopped and he came back holding a towel.
“You didn't think I was going to let you sit on a hard desk and touch you with dirty hands, right?” He commented as he let the fluffy towel cover the desk. “You should be comfortable now.”
Stretching his hand towards you, Niran gently grabbed your own and helped you get seated on the desk.
“So you're like a psychiatrist?” You asked as you sat in a comfortable position.
He nodded. “Overwatch seemed to notice my talent for making people open up and feel comfortable. And I have a feeling it's gonna work on you too.”
He stood over you, his hands suddenly close to your hips but not touching you just yet. “Stop me when you need to and don't be afraid to speak up. You're allowed to leave whenever you please.” He whispered.
“You're not closing the door then?”
He chuckled quietly. “No, does that worry you? It's not embarrassing if you're shameless.”
With that he gently tugged at the bottom of your shirt. “May I?”
With a nod from you, Niran pulled your shirt over your head and let fall to the chair nearby. He grabbed your chin, making sure you were looking at him. “Eyes on me.”
“Yes, doctor.”
“Marvelous.” He purred at your words.
His hands found their way to your waist, giving it a small squeeze as he observed you squirm. He let out a hum, the tips of his fingers drifting over your skin, as if he was an artist appreciating the finest of artworks. And with the way the warm light was illuminating your body? You might have just been an artwork he couldn't wait to explore, to discover what makes it so special.
It was when his eyes lightened up when his fingers found themselves on your lower ribs. He felt the way you shivered, it was unmistakable. And he heard a soft, shaky sigh fall from your lips.
“Oh my… I believe I found quite a nice spot.”
His fingers drummed against your skin, going up to see if he could gain a similar reaction to the last.
And it looked like you started to give in to Niran's little game. Head thrown back, eyes closed, whimpers escaping your parted lips. He couldn't help him when your neck was so delicious and exposed, and before you knew it, his plump lips found themselves in the column of your throat.
Sweet soft kisses covered your neck, while the palm of his hands rubbed up and down sides. It was just the start of what Niran had planned for you, but just the feeling of his lips and palms was enough to make you feel heavenly.
“My sweet?” He whispered as his fingers hooked onto your pajama shorts.
You didn't need to say a word, you slightly changed your position so he could pull them down your legs.
“Thank you…”
One of his hands held your waist, while the other found its way between your legs. You gasped when his fingers met your sensitive parts, but you didn't stop him.
His fingers moved with so much gentleness, yet didn't lack any precision. The mix of the sweet kisses and his touch made you start to moan shamelessly, no longer caring about anyone potentially hearing you. You couldn't care less when Niran made you feel so good.
“Just like that, my dear.” More kisses covered your neck, his lips going lower to brush against your shoulder as his fingers put a little more pressure against you. “I've got you. Relax in me.”
You wrapped your hands around his neck, desperately to have him close and not stop anytime soon as you felt your orgasm approaching. With that you were grinding against his hand, desperate for more friction.
He didn't need to be told twice, his touch grew more confident. Still gentle enough not to push the line, but hard enough to make you feel satisfied.
“Doctor… I…”
“I'm here. Focus on the feeling, my sweet. You're going so good for me.”
The pace quickened up as your orgasm finally reached you. More moans escaped your mouth as you saw stars and allowed Niran to help you ride you through the feeling.
Eventually his fingers slowed down until they stopped and he pulled back so he could take a proper look at you. A small smile found a way on his lips.
“Is that enough to help you get back to sleep or perhaps I should try another method to make you tired?”
