𑣲 emre’s lowkey becoming my new dps main giggles :P
reuniting with emre
gn reader as always. retired overwatch member! reader. MIGHT be a bit ooc so, watch out. angst hidden in fluff teehee. cliffhanger
it was hard finding him after the fall of overwatch, considering the way he suddenly disappeared. in the end, after years of asking and running into cold trails and dead ends, you gave up the search, thinking he must have went way to live a quiet life.
it was him that came to you almost a decade later, quietly waiting outside your door. looking as if he was ready to run away at the last second at your command.
he looked rugged and tired, but still the young guy you trained with back in the barracks. you could only wonder what had happened. but seeing as to how he was the one who initiated contact, you decided not to press on. for trust. and for old time’s sake.
he’s his usual self, joking here and there with playful jabs. it wasn’t hard for you two to reforge your connection. he was one of your closest companions in the team. and you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t more than that.
but there was an underlying sense of sadness under it all. the regret, the years apart, the what ifs. worst of all, he’d disappear and reappear at random intervals.
one minute he’s tripping on the shoes at your doorstep and the next, you wake up to find your half eaten leftovers on the counter with the window unlocked whenever he’d run off.
“can you at least clean up after yourself?” you sigh, gesturing to the kitchen. “you’re mooching off of my food, emmy.”
he smiles, hands up in a mock surrender. “i was in a hurry.”
“you always are.” you roll your eyes.
“hey, i bring you food too.” emre defends himself. “i promise to be neat next time. scout’s honor.” he salutes.
“you weren’t a boy scout.”
his mouth comes down to a line as he blinks before he grins again, “overwatch agent’s honor then.”
“you literally quit.”
in the rare nights that he stayed, emre spends it huddled near your window, eyes switching back from you to the sky. as if he was preparing himself to leave everything behind all again.
once your curiosity finally gets the best of you, little questions of his personal life seep out from your mouth. they’re casual, small inquiries about how his morning went and the usual, ‘how was your sleep last night?’ but you could tell that he was guarded, feeding you half empty answers.
emre just wanted to be close to you, no matter how much he tries to isolates himself from everyone. freja finding him was the catalyst. because if she hadn’t convinced his thick head to find you, he would’ve never been caught sneaking in your window.
and let’s be honest. he’s selfish. he wants to be near you, to find comfort in your arms again. its a wonder how he went so long without seeking you out.
though chernobog might have been the start of his nightmares, but he’s glad its kept him away from you. kept you safe.
“she says she misses you.” he says one day, a bit tipsy from ransacking the beer from your fridge.
you immediately know who he was talking about.
you smile sadly, “i miss her too. i miss everyone. back in our old…” you couldn’t finish your sentence.
he glances at you before averting his gaze, trying not to think too far in the past. back in your old squadron, back in overwatch, back before he still knew himself and his morals.
”come on, i didn’t tell you that so you’d be all sad.” he laughs lightly, but you can hear an underlying sadness in his tone. “frej would rest easy knowing you’re safe—“
you look up at him, trying for an optimistic smile.
”—and retired.” he scoffs before muttering to himself, “guess old age has gotten to some of us.”
you laugh despite it all. ”you’re older than me, but alright, old man.”
after that he became more loose, his walls chipping down little by little. he tells himself that it was alright, that you wouldn’t suspect a thing, that he could keep you safe even with all the sneaking. but he’s gotten a little careless.
you were winding down after work on the couch while he paced back and forth in the kitchen, communicator tucked into his ear while he whispered. usually he wouldn’t even dare to use it while he’s in your house.
pretending to watch the tv, you focused and heard the irritated click of his tongue and hushed curses. he sounded annoyed and angry, huffing around, until all of it suddenly stops. the silence was almost deafening, the loss of his voice and movements making you worry.
too concerned to think rationally, you padded your way to the kitchen to see what was wrong.
you break out into a sheepish smile, ready to lighten up the mood by joking about his secret job, maybe even going as far as to return the jab by making fun of his age and being stressed.
“if you’re gonna bitch about your job in my kitchen, at least cook some of that stuff you… em?”
stopping dead into the entrance, emre stands as a stiff as a board from behind the counter. his eyes are dark and wide, staring at the space in front of him.
after sensing your presence, garbled words of finnish leaves his mouth. his voice is modulated, cold, and shallow. so unlike the man you have come to care for.
his dark black eyes rest on you now, and a fear you haven’t felt ever since your first day in the frontlines as an agent come rushing back in, as if you were no more than a nervous recruit who was experiencing battle for the first time.
emre wasn’t here. not in this room. and you didn’t know where to find him.
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Tags! ❥ featuring: Sojourn, Brigitte + Wuyang!!, Angst but also not the way u think, potentially doomed Love between you and Emre!! or maybe not!!
WARNING -> Graphic Depiction of Violence, hemoptysis(coughing blood), heavily sustained Injuries, Reader is badly hurt
The Fanfic Series M.post
⊹₊✎ ⋆A/N 1): Huge Credit to @circuscarnage for their Entry that inspired this Imagine + gave their own input in!!! (also sry it took awhile to finish)
You and Emre?
After having been impromptu assigned Together for a disaster that was one particular Mission, had become a known duo within Overwatch eversince.
Besides his good looks, welcoming personality and his Mohawk having become your easiest Target to tease, what had actually sealed the Deal for you, as bit of a cliché it may sound, was just how made for eachother you two were.
There was no Eye of any Storm that wasnt concourable when you two would pair up. No Casulty unsalvagable when having had eachothers Backs.
Yeah, you guys had something special.
Infact, that Chemistry of yours had been praised as the honored example of how Teamwork should look within the Overwatch Divisions.
Oh, how you loved using that Praise. Every single time and without fail, when going up against any silly banter there was between your Friends. Never taking it personally when they had denied your clear and obvious Victory over what ever the Groups banter had been about.
When the rare occasion did arrise, of you two having been assigned seperatly, always got the other one little souvenirs from your Missions. It was always disscussed how neither of you needed to bring the other something, yet always laughed together from never listening to eachother...
...Honestly, there seem to be just too many Memories you two have made in your Time together on Overwatch, time together as a Duo. An Item.
Those Late Night On-Calls Together. Their Conversation and Air as comfortable they may have been, carried this certain Tension left unspoken between you two. To shy to mention it.
You cant help feeling "...lightheaded", when you recall that time Emre would drive you around Gibraltar on his Motorcycle. Especially how he would rev the Motor while speeding up on purpose? Asshole.
A 2-in-1 Deal on showing you off towards anyone you two had left in the dust while making your "!!Heart rac..."e. Oh, and how he loved doing that to you. Maybe, really just theorizing here, Emre often got into trouble on your Accorde just on wanting to m "ake up!! pl-" for it later.
Oh God, but thats not exactly something you want to think of right now. Youre currently On-Duty and all, better focus up!
But.. Emre, huh? You cant help feeling bittersweet over him. As he was the best Partner you had ever been teamed-up with, there is just this slight bitter taste in your Mouth over things not having developed as you wouldve liked, past that.
Past all the Formalities, the coy Smiles, dodging your Coworkers teasing over you two while having jokingly brushed it off.
" ... F.. Wak. p... !! "
...But that was years ago-
"-AKE U-"
--You cant breathe. Youre strangely unable to move.
Bit of a tough luck you seem to be having. As your frantic Attempts on trying to gasp for Air get blocked by you coughing up Blood, the added Reason to your frenzy; The harsh, bright Light up to your Eyes and the deafening Rumble you cant seem to make out.
It hurts to breathe, to move. You struggle. What have you been training for all these Years, if not for this Moment alone?
You better sober up Agent and do it fast.
What you know of so far, is your current supine Position, deducting from how your Bodys own Reflex made your Head far extend to the Side. Whatever is blocking your Airways, giving it a better chance on it escaping from there and your Chance of survival. If you even have a shot, that is.
You seem to be capable on moving your Arms, so you do. However which leaves you to no avail as they cant seem to stretch as far as you wouldve hoped. The numbness of your Hands doesnt hinder you on discovering something solid hovering right above. Despite your Struggle, unable on pushing it away.
"Stay with me, Dammitjust- Stay. With. Me"
A Voice. Its Origin coming from anywhere but your own Head, surrounds you. Paying attention to it seemed like a smart move, if only the Pain wasnt debilitating you to the point of your Mind fading blank.
Wait. Pain?
Pain, where? coming from where? Your Throat? Is that why you cant breath?
Harsh attempts between breathing and trying to gurgle out whatever seemed to block your Airways, the Reason as to why you've been streching your Neck as far to your side as you could all this time, that you only recognised the taste. The metalic Taste of Blood, as youre fighting so hard against it to not continue seeping down your Throat. Wherever the Hell it came from.
Noting the Boulder above you, something must have fallen on top of you. Something large. Anything resembling of heavy Structures flashing before your Mind. Hitting and pushing didn't do shit for you as it continued to stay right there. Seemingly taunting you how you didnt have the strenght to conquer it.
Should you continue hitting the Boulder? God, you can't think straight.. weren't you supposed to cover your Head in-case of an Earthquake? Despite your desperate, weak hits from your left hand curled up into the idea of a Fist, maybe its a good thing that whatever is there, seemed to be atleast strong enough as to hold itself where it had fallen before you.
One thing is certain: You need help. Clearly. You need to find help, Anyone. Anything, any Human or Omnic at the Base.
Going additionally against and over everything you had been taught on First-Aid-Safety on the Field. You jerk your Body in an attempt of lying on your Side with the Goal on Positioning yourself prone. Atleast, that way you imagine on regulating your Breathing better by spitting the Blood from your Oropharynx.
"DONT MOVE-" -The sudden White flashing before your Eyes, making them snap open. The Shock from taking in the unexpected Scenary wasnt why you froze, however.
Horrifying Waves from your Knee, didnt seem likely to be causing your Oxygen Struggle. Its your Chest. Chest. Chest. Armour. Ribbcage.. Lung! Its your Lung. A part of your broken Ribbs punctured your Lung! Thats why you have a hard time breathing! explains the Blood too.
Your Victory on deducing the Cause of your Pain, instead with satisfaction, unfortunatly still leaves you on quickly needing to mend your Viability on not turning Fatal.
Pressing your left Hand against the right Side of your Chest, Reflexes of your Military training gracing you; does Nothing. Yet you still hold on, pressing and whatever could help in-theorie stabilize your current State, for your life really is depending on it.
Your Life. Apart of its gloriouse Days and golden age, you really did dream of spending it with him. You see it, you finally after so long, you see him again. Maybe having expected more of a welcoming smile, rather getting yelled at.
"FUCKING- stop moving alr-!!"
He's aged a bit. New look? Oh, he's always been the one to try out something new. "Look!! your tea- there is- I can hear people out there, okay? Im getting you out! So just--". The grey Streaks look quite sexy on him, admitting to yourself in-thought.
Your "Boulder" infront of you, all this time. Emre. Your Emre. In your mind, grinning to yourself over certain memories flodding back to you over having him above you again. Though now is really "-not your fucking Time! You hear me?!" over these inapropriate thematics.
You try to say his Name. With any Attempt thats still left within your Body and not having joined the rest of it on the dusted, Concrete Remains you two lay, ever the Romantics, on and under. Was it that fuzzy feeling in your Chest that has knocked all the Wind out off you that you cant say his Name? Why cant you hear yourself?
Comfort on having seen him, you slowley fade to sleep. Planning on conversing with him when you feel more energized.
But, for him? He watched in Horror as you continued oozing the Blood from your Mouth. You weren't even looking at him anymore from the disgusting Way your Eyes had rolled back. You had stopped fighting from, by the looks of it, your open Mouth pooling the Blood inside of it. There were no sounds, gurgling, heaving. You stopped fighting and he can't do anything besides starring at you dumbfoundedly.
What was for you, remembering a silly Crush, was for him seeing his own beneath him. Dying.
You're Dying.
---
Sojourn yelled out, louder than the last Times. "Where leaving no one Behind! Again: Open Fire!". On command, the rest of the gathered Agents, along with Brigitte and the newest recruite Wuyang; were all firing on what seemed to be the Remains of Wintson's old Office. The last Place your Tag gave off your Location from.
By some means on having striked luck, besides their Weapons having hammered on Concrete from all their Attempts, some of the Metal's Strukture had finally, finally broken off lose. Though the Prize left your Peers their Stomache turning.
"Oh my god-", Brigs eyes were tearing up on seeing your repulsive Body, heaving, needing Air from the Shock. "Is-", before asking anything Sojourn had already cut her off. Reminding her to not loose herself. Both of them together had grabbed you with the plan on getting you to Mercy as soon as they could. Laying there, alone, in your own pool of Blood, seemingly half dried but alas, making it easier as you practically slid on the Concrete.
Wuyang couldnt do anything but stare in Shock and holding his own Breath. Less than four hours ago, you guys were talking about your favourite games. He remembers how cool he thought you were from your Battle scars and Stories you had gloated to him jokingly. Which was four, hours, ago. He was warned how gruesome things could get, front lines in an on-going Omnic Crisis. But not this Soon.
"Move, move, move!". Already a Strechter on-Scene, Brigitte had to hold herself from Vomitting as all three of them were holding on the Strechter's railing while racing towards the Ship Echo should have probably parked close-by.
To their avail, Mercy was still in Switzerland, making the flight between the Headquarters and to her approximately seven Hours.
Seven hours you dont have.
Yet Sojourn didnt dare on calling your Time. Not before having tried her fucking hardest, that is.
They wont leave you to die. Like he seemed to have done.
...
Continue to read Chapter 1.5
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⊹₊✎ ⋆ A/N 2): Btw, yes u will live. Also, it really is true that Gibralter and Switzerland r like 7h away by flight!! little fun fact
Venture will do anything to make you smile or laugh, and it helps that they're naturally corny. Expect more rock related jokes than you knew possible.
Venture doesn't mind being called Sloan, but absolutely melts when you call them by a pet name or a new nickname. If you give them a nickname, nobody else is allowed to use it for them ever again.
Most of the time, you call Venture "pretty baby" and they absolutely melt every single time.
Venture doesn't like going out to fancy restaurants for dates, and prefers to go on walks to places where they can find cool rocks.
You know Venture doesn't really go to the gym, but they are ripped beneath their layers. Definition of a sleeper build, and it catches you off guard when you first see them in just a pair of shorts and a tank top.
Venture gives sloppy kisses, but that's just because they're excited. They always feel like they haven't seen you in forever, so they're always super affectionate.
Lifts you off the ground with most of their hugs, and just generally enjoys holding you in their arms. Venture is the big spoon, and it doesn't matter how you fall asleep, they're waking up in that position.
NSFW
Venture loves putting things in their mouth, and you're no exception to that. Their favorite kind of sex is oral, and they are a giver.
Venture was a lot better in bed than you had expected. They claimed not to really know what they were doing, and yet, your legs were still shaking the next day.
They hate playing a passive role in sex, but also don't want you just laying there and taking it. The only way Venture is okay with you just laying back is if they've been making you cum all night and you're almost ready to call it quits.
Venture is a big fan of toys because they know it makes everything easier and more fun. Toys aren't an every time thing, but you're definitely used to seeing them.
Venture makes the most adorable faces and noises during sex. Sometimes you ask to pleasure them just so that you can watch their brow furrow or listen to the little moans they let out.
Venture likes things loud, and has volume control issues, so most of your neighbors know when the two of you are getting busy.
They know that they can't take you on every trip with them, and so Venture makes sure that the two of you have marathons of sex before and after they leave for any occasion. It doesn't matter if it's five days or six months, they don't want to risk letting you forget how good they make you feel.
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can I request a cute fluffy story with ramattra? it would be amazing to have some aspects like the reader being the only human he likes and he wants to be gentle and kind with her and protect her? like a knight and a princess!! 😭 I love my big gentle robot man 💜
tyyyy!!!!
paring: husband Rammatra x Female reader
content: Fluff, Ram stereotypes humans, Ram and reader are married ♡, one sided love to lovers, she fell first he fell harder.
A/N: I had so much fun writing this ^^ sorry for the delay! I was very busy with college. I loveeeed this prompt idea
When you first met:
If anyone told Rammatra that he’d be married to a human woman in the next 10 years after disbanding from the monastery, he would have called them foolish. Relationships with humans as he’s come to know were pointless. They were ruthless creatures, creators that only Invented his kind to mindlessly slave away for their entertainment. Reasoning with a human? Let alone marrying one? Hah— don’t make him laugh. On a serious note, he’s never understood why his fellow omnics grew connections with humans, after the crisis, he’s tried to understand them, trust me, he has. They’re complex, unmoving and barbaric, they only want man made entropy, chaos and bloodshed. And while Rammatra didn’t like humans, he never went out of his way to bother regular civilians. Even though they made his circuits buzz in resentment. He was a man that wanted peace for his people, not a rash violent machine as the media pointed him out to be. What was so wrong about peace?
Rammatra spends most of his time alone, of course he has his brothers at the monastery, and of course he needs to interact with his colleagues, but he’s been a lone wanderer most of his days, finding company as a humans pet wasn’t on his criteria of things to accomplish.
Clubs were never his thing, he mainly found them too overbearing and loud, but this day he needed to find a place to rest, or at least find some kind of help. His body was aching, and some of his mechanical wires buzzed hazardously inside him. He had won the initial fight he was in hours prior, but his body was suffering from most of the aftermath damage.
As expected, the club was too loud..too cramped, definitely not a friendly enough space for a Ravager of his size. He limped all the way to the back of the roaring crowd, body clanking each step he took before he crashed down on one of the empty couches. He was in so much pain, he hasn’t felt pain like this in such a long time, it was almost comical how out of shape he looked. Metal parts of his head bent in different directions, his faceplate scratched and tarnished, he truly looked pathetic. And here he was, sulking in a corner, at the mercy of any idiotic human who could take advantage of his weakness and steal him away, reducing him to a human pet like he was all those years ago.
Rammatra wasn’t sure when he blacked out, but his internal systems were broken goods, it would be a ridiculous joke that Null Sector’s leader died in a place as filthy as this. All he knew was that he was groveling in pain one second, then darkness, and now.. well, he wasn’t sure where he was now. He felt clean, rejuvenated, like he was warm dough fresh out the oven. His body felt warm, and even though he couldn’t exactly move right now..he felt comfortable. At least whoever decided to patch him up had the decency to atone to his comfort. Pets need a cozy place to call home so they don’t retaliate, right?
“You’re awake,” of course, a human voice.
“You were pretty out of shape, me and my crew hooked you to a stretcher to get you here. How are you feeling,” your presence was alarmingly comforting, he’s never heard a human's voice lower so gently for a mere omnic. Especially one as himself, a former killing machine of war.
“Where am I?” His voice felt clearer, less chalky.
“Oh, I’m sorry how rude of me.” You hop off your chair, walking beside him without fear with a gloved hand.
“You’re in my underground workshop, allow me to introduce myself—“
Your talents amazed him:
For a human, your talent for fixing and improving omnic life was heartwarming. Your workshop was fascinating, bits and pieces of parts organized down in multiple drawers just in case anyone stopped by in need of your care. You treated him just as you would anyone else, and although he didn’t know you well, he couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty about seeing your kindness as potential for Null Sector, so he waits it out and sticks around…he doesn’t need to tell you who he is just yet.
You show him everything, to your crew, what your purpose was, and how you repair omnics and humans impaired with nanotechnology.
He was an engineer, you have to be if you’re going to take care of your people. But, your methods were never seen before…
And of course you let him stay, of course you teach him how to improve the life that may eventually destroy your kind…but, he stays around.
He helps you in the workshop while he heals. Your assistant as you’d say, you were happy to know he was an engineer himself, begging him to stay and help you with pay.
He lingers around you, stays in your home because you were so kind to offer him a place to stay. Any omnic was welcome in your humble abode, interesting.
He stays longer than intended:
His body was regenerating regularly well over time. He's grown used to being around you, your people. Humans…
A part of him doesn’t want to ruin things between the two of you. He’s seen how devastated you are when you hear news about recent Null Sector attacks, so, he just doesn’t tell you.
He still keeps in contact with his team, but attacks..lessen. Not completely but there’s more salvation most days than most.
He helps you around the house, you tell him everything, he listens.
He sleeps a room away from you.. the atmosphere is strangely comforting. What universe did he land in where he finds comfort in the presence of a mere human woman?
You ask him to go out, he accepts, he’s not an omnic of many words but he always goes with you wherever you wish. You find his presence nice after all.
You both start opening up to one another more often, late nights in your room as you both talk about your struggles. He tells you about his past, you listen, you tell him about how much you’ve lost after the war, and he offers a shoulder to cry on.
He’s as gentle as he can be with you. Metallic hands always finding rest on your shoulder and waist.
You confess your feelings to him one day, he listens, but he can’t help the build up of conflicting emotions stir in his circuits. The hard truth was said out loud.. you had feelings for him. The leader of an organization causing harm to your kind. And while he tolerated humans, he didn’t know if he could accept your confession, so he leaves your home one night while you’re asleep, he didn’t know you were still awake, he had no idea you’d follow him, and of course he didn’t know you’d end up hurting yourself trying to catch up with him.
You trip while chasing him through the night, a loud moan of pain ringing out your hoarse voice when you finally feel the impact of the fall.. you think you’re alone again, that he finally left and abandoned you for good, but he’s there…
He carries you carefully back inside your home, an unfamiliar silence that’s alarming even for him.
He’s by your side constantly after the accident, a broken leg wasn’t a big deal, but to him he’s failed you. Your needs have never been catered to in such a fast tender fashion before. He’s constantly looking over you to make sure you’re ok. He doesn’t trust himself to leave you alone again.
Somehow he’s managed to compete with your feelings with something much stronger:
Rammatra has never been the type for romance, not when he’s so focused on his goals. Maybe you were alluring him, maybe it was a trap to keep him bounded.. and it was working.
He started overheating with you nearby, circuits hissing uncomfortably inside him when you’d get too close. He was a mess, an omnic reduced to putty because he was so damn love sick that it physically hurt.
Somehow, someway he finds himself putting a ring on your finger. He’s heard that this connection means a lot to humans, a symbolic gesture he’s still trying to understand himself. All he knows is that his care for you goes beyond his own personal understanding, and he knows that he doesn’t want to lose you, so he gets down on one knee, just as he’s practiced countless times in his head. He expects you to shun him away, turn him down, who would blame you? But you don’t, you fly into his large frame, nearly knocking the both of you to the floor. You never expected him to be an omnic interested in marriage, but you happily accepted his proposal.
You both can live this blissful lie of a life for a bit longer, can’t you?
Summary: Shion is obsessed with you and all her plans lead to making you hers.
Content/Warning(s): Obsessed/slight stalker Shion, sexual harassment (not from Shion), threats of murder/death, Shion's face/mouth doesn't move as much as the animation but her mouth does open and tongue does move, some of reader's appearance is described (a dress, nipple piercings, bush,,, all because I said so!!), SMUT (MDNI), f/f, public sex, semi clothed sex for a bit, fingering, dom!shion and sub!reader, shion shows you what that mouth do, red strap-on, penetration, slight praise and title play/kink, handcuffs, Shion leans into a stone-top/touch-me-not area.
A/N: Phew, i haven't written for Overwatch in so long but I am so down BAD for Shion guys (and emre) that I had to write something for her. I used to have an overwatch writing blog lmaoo but i'd rather post here. Enjoy!
Shion doesn't have weaknesses. Through the years she's been awakened, she's meticulously selected who she lets “in” and crafted a loyal network for her disposal. Ruthless and efficient are two principles she strives to lead and live by.
And yet, you seemed to have wormed your way into her chassis.
You're a human; a fleshy, soft, weak little thing that works the graveyard shift at a convenience store under the Hashimoto's protection (so long as the owner pays his dues and allows the storage of weapons and other smuggled goods). It was only one glance at you through the store's window that made Shion become obsessed with you. Was it your meek disposition? Your unjudging eyes whenever she stopped by? Or how you knew to immediately call her Lady Shion?
Whatever caused it, it is infuriating. A pretty, weak little thing isn't much use to her, and yet she cannot get you out of her mind. Yes, she's always had a taste for beautiful things such as yourself and has taken her fair share of partners, but never has someone affected her like so.
Her ride around Tokyo hasn't cleared her thoughts and she finds herself under the neon red LED lights of the storefront. She parked her bike around the corner to surprise you. She always likes seeing how your eyes brighten when she enters the store or how you greet her warmly despite the clear power she holds. And soon, she hopes, she'll have you in her claws.
Preferably underneath her as you sob her name.
Her optical receptors shift and focus when she sees two strange men leaning against the counter and the terse smile on your lips. It's clear by the colors that accent their clothes and the insignia on their backs they are from a rival clan. She feels her system heat with anger that they not only are in her territory, but they are bothering you.
“So, why don't you come with us for a bit. I'm sure if you were gone for a few moments it wouldn't harm anything here.” One of the men speaks as he reaches out to brush the backs of his fingers against your cheek. You visibly recoil from his touch and that angers Shion.
“You should not touch what does not belong to you.” Her voice is like a purr as she stalks behind the two. Her hand darts out like a viper and grabs the man's wrist in a crushing hold, practically yanking him away from your face.
“O-Oh, shit! It's Shion!” The other man yells and stumbles away, nearly knocking over the chip display. His eyes dart between Shion, you, and his buddy as he steps back again, clearly unsure if he should just run or try to help his friend. Shion's grip tightens further and she finds enjoyment at the sounds of his bones cracking. She yanks him away from the counter, letting go of his wrist to push him towards the exit with his friend. Both of them waste no time scrambling out the door and running off down the dark street.
A rush of air escapes her components as she turns her face to you. You're already smiling her way while you let out a relieved sigh.
“Lady Shion…” You murmur in that sweet voice of yours, making her feel like she is short circuiting. “Thank you.”
“Do not thank me, little dove. I am just glad I decided to stop by tonight.” Shion tuts softly as she reaches over to touch where that filth touched you, as if to rid you of him. You don’t flinch from her and that pleases Shion. “Perhaps we should move you to work days…much safer.”
“Would you still visit me if I worked during the day?”
“Of course. I make sure all my little pets are well taken care of.” She coos and is slowly moving her hand back from your face. Your eyes glance to her neck, likely staring at the lights when she talks, before shyly looking away. You try to hide your smile and Shion knows her words have an effect on you. It pleases her.
She stares at you, her optics shifting slightly as she processes her next words. She sets her hand down on the counter and leans forward with her gaze still on you. Her head tilts to the side as your breath catches in your throat and yet you still don't back away from her. She hums, the sound is mechanical compared to a human's.
“Are you free tomorrow night, little dove?”
“Ah, I work-”
“No, you don't.” The look of surprise on your face makes Shion laugh. “I will have coverage for you. Tomorrow, I want you to come with me to one of my clubs. I can pick you up. Would you like that?”
“Oh, I don’t think I've ever been to a club before. That will be fun.” You give her another smile and it pleases her to hear you easily comply. “I can write down my address for you, Lady Shion.”
“Yes.” She murmurs, despite already knowing your address. She’s already learned all your habits and routines.She knows you live alone save for the cat you took in a few months ago, that you live in a slightly run down apartment building she plans to buy soon, how you have an ex that her men of seen linger near your building on random days and times, that you use a bicycle to get to work, and that you don’t have many friends except a close few that visit every so often (all that she’s vetted for your safety, and to make sure you’re not dating any of them). She’s properly learned about her prey, and now it’s time to lead you into her den. She watches you feed out some blank receipt tape before scribbling down your address in pen.
“Here you go, the parking is a little weird.” You hand over the slip and Shion takes the receipt paper with the utmost care.
“I will be there at 8pm.” She turns away from the counter, her heels clicking against the tiled flooring. She turns her head so her optics can look at you. “Wear something nice, but casual…And expect some dancing.”
And then she leaves, after calling for someone to guard the store while you’re there.
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Shion arrives a few minutes before the time she told you. She pulls off her helmet and jacket–items she never wears but wants you to wear–and slides off her motorcycle. She wears a red suit jacket and short dress along with her heightening heels. She prefers her usual attire consisting of a matching white suit jacket and slacks, but tonight is special.
Tonight is the night she plans to make you irrevocably hers.
She walks through the squeaky door and glares at the run down surroundings of the hall. The elevator is still taped and closed off but luckily for your sake you only live on the second floor. She climbs the steps slowly, timing it right so when she arrives at your apartment 202 she’s there on time. Her metal fingers knock against the wood and she can hear a soft curse on the other side followed by rapid footsteps.
You open the door with a smile, your heels in hands.
“Lady Shion!” You exclaim, holding the door open. “Come inside. Don’t mind the mess. I just need to get these on.”
Shion walks inside and her optics shift to take in everything she can of your open space. It’s very homey, and it is very you. Little trinkets line the shelves that have various books and framed pictures along them. The two seater couch has slightly sunken in cushions and is draped in various blankets. She spots the cat tower in the corner, well used with various toys around it.
But when her vision looks to you in the kitchen, her body freezes.
You’re wearing a slick, deep red (her favorite color) a-line mini dress that hugs your chest just right and the hem is short enough to where she gets a perfect view of your thighs. She hopes that you will bend over enough to see what you have underneath your clothes.
The sound of a can opening and little footsteps racing out the nearby hall snap her out of her daze.
“Sorry, it’s Rex’s dinner time. Then I will be ready to go.” You call over your shoulder as you scoop out some of the flaky, wet food onto a small plate. You move to the right of your kitchen, keeping your back to her. Shion is quick to move into the kitchen and she watches as you slightly bend down at first before squatting to set the bowl of wet food for a very happy cat. Shion caught a glimpse of something lacy underneath. She feels her body heat up for a fraction of a second before she wills her components to cool off.
“That is okay. We are not on a schedule, little dove.” She coos, her optics stay focused on you. They never leave your figure as you move back to the living room and sit on your couch, slipping on the short heels. Shion can't help but drag her gaze up your legs. She never cared much about humans. She could admire their beauty with appreciation, but you…you were another level of beautiful to her.
And you will be all hers soon.
“Okay, I'm ready.” You stand up and pick up the small purse left on the coffee table. “I hope this dress is alright. I don't go out much unless one of my friends drags me out.”
“You look perfect.” Shion purrs and steps up to you, invading your space. She tilts her head down to your bare neck and your tantalizing cleavage. Her gaze lifts to meet yours, tilting her head as she softens her voice,“I have a gift for you.”
“You didn't have to do that. I don't have anything for you, Lady Shion.”
“Oh, but I did. And your company alone tonight is all I need.” She keeps her voice soft, luring you closer to her until she steps back. She puts her hand in her jacket, pulling out a velvet box. “You look gorgeous, my little dove, but I think this will further accentuate your beauty.”
Your hands gently take the box and you slowly open it, revealing a silver necklace. The chain is dainty and the small pendant is of a sculpted tiger; a symbol stating you're claimed by Shion. “This is gorgeous, I don’t know how I can accept something like this, Lady Shion.”
“Accept it by wearing it.” She plucks the box from your hands and carefully pulls out the necklace she had made for you. She deftly unclasps it and walks around your body. She drapes the jewelry along your collarbones, purposefully making sure to touch your soft skin in the process as she brings it up to your neck. It's a short chain and it sits like a collar as she reclasps it, letting her fingers linger on you before pulling away.
You slowly turn to face her with that adorably shy smile on your face, your own finger tips coming up to touch the pendant. “Thank you… You look amazing too, by the way.”
Shion chuckles, “Sweet little dove, you flatter me. Now, let's get going.”
She offers her arm to you and you gently looped yours with her. Her voice hums out, satisfied, as you both leave your apartment. You briefly move away from Shion to lock the door before returning by her side. She almost laughs when she watches your surprised face stare at her bike and ask if that's what you both are riding.
“Yes, I rarely travel without it. It is very…exhilarating. You can wear my helmet and jacket.”
“What about you?”
“I usually ride without it.” She feels the same warmth as you look at her in amazement before you walk up to her motorcycle. Shion lifts the helmet and jacket she left on the seat and hands them over to you. She watches you slip on her jacket and then her helmet with her help. She swings her leg over the bike and starts the engine. “Hop on the back, little dove, and do not be scared to hold on tight.”
“This will be the first time I’ve ridden one of these.” Shion feels you get behind her and feels your hands tentatively rest on her hips.
“Oh, little dove, you will need a firmer hold.” She laughs and revs the engine. She doesn't hesitate to take off, hearing you yelp before your arms wrap tightly around her waist. You're pressing yourself against her back and Shion finds herself relishing in the warmth your body puts off. She hopes to feel more of you later tonight. She can hear your giggles and soft squeals as she weaves through traffic, speeding knowing no one will stop her.
Shion slows down once they approach the Tiger's Den, one of more popular clubs owned by her and the Hashimoto's. She parks her bike and gets off before offering her hand to you to help you off. You slip off the jacket and helmet, and worriedly try to fix the slight helmet hair that it gave you. Shion laughs and struts close to you, her hands moving carefully as she helps neaten your hair for you. She offers her arm to you again and this time you aren't hesitating on looping yours with hers.
You both walk down the stone steps, the red LED casting a haunting glow. The people waiting in line watch you both cut to the front of the queue. The bouncer didn't even question it, having automatically recognized Shion. The music is light and the vibrations of the bass can be felt through the floor. There's a sea of people dancing in the flashing lights while there are plenty others lining the walls in chairs or at the two different bars available. Shien leads you to her private booth in the corner and other patrons know to keep their distance from her and those with her.
Shion pulls you in close when you both sit on the plush seats. Her hand slides from between your shoulder blades to your hip as she keeps you pressed against her side. She hums softly as your eyes take in the club. She reaches over and slides the thin drink menu and the small food menu in front of you.
“Go ahead and order whatever your heart desires. It is my club after all.”
“Anything I want?” Your voice is just loud enough to be heard over the upbeat music and she has to stop herself from leaning in closer. She can see the way your eyes dart to her face's lips and then down her chest before meeting her optical receptors again. Shion can see the mischievous glint appearing in your eyes for a moment before a bashful expression appears.
“Oh, do not shy away now, my dove.” Her teasing tone is clear as day and she loves to watch you squirm.
“I'm…trying to be bolder with you, Lady Shion. You just intimidate me a little.”
“I haven't given you a reason to fear me, have I?” Shion coos in faux concern as she keeps her optics locked on you. She can't resist reaching up to touch your cheek with the lightest of touches before she pulls away.
“I'm not afraid.” You glance away and look down at the menu. “I don't know how obvious it is but I think you're really pretty and very much above me, so it intimidates me.”
Oh.
She was not expecting that answer.
“Oh, my little dove.” The grin in her voice is evident at your confession. Her hand shifts and she grasps your thigh, squeezing it as gently as she can to not scare you off. She tries to smile though her face plate is a little too stiff for movement yet. “You captured my interest when I first met you. You are beautiful and if you will let me, I would like to make you mine tonight.”
She sees you blink and it makes her giggle softly. She moves her hand to caress your inner thigh, creeping upwards slowly before pulling back. Shion speaks again, “Would you like that, little dove?”
You don't respond and Shion tilts her head. She thinks she's overstepped but then she feels your warm, soft hand tentatively rests on her knee. “Just for tonight?”
“Oh no. Once I sink my claws into you, you'll be mine forever.” She can see the happy look in your eyes and then the shyness too. She takes a moment to scan the crowd and her eyes shift and focus on a particular figure she spots. She knows him. She recognizes him as that pesky ex that refuses to leave and lingers in the peripheral of your life. He’s someone she does not want you to see again, both for your sake and her plans. “Why don’t you go dance for a song or two? I have something to take care of and then I will come and get you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Go, enjoy yourself, little dove.” She regrettably moves away from you to get out of the booth before offering her hand. She helps you out of the booth, keeping you close to her before stepping back. “Do it for me and I will give you a little reward afterwards.”
“O-Okay.” You give her a hesitant smile and Shion nearly growls at the heated look you give her. You turn and walk onto the dance but take another second to glance back to Shion, before you merge with the crowd. She doesn’t worry. She knows she can find you anywhere and with her pendant sitting at your collarbones, most should know not to touch what is hers or else they will end up dead in some alley.
Shion shifts through the crowd with graceful ease. People avoid her as she makes her way to the wall where that man is leaning with his friends. She focuses on him and she wouldn’t be opposed to slitting his throat where he stands. If you weren’t somewhere nearby she would. Shion slinks up to the man slowly, her body tightens and is ready to fight if necessary.
“Yeah, I saw my ex here. I wonder if she’ll still let me hit.” He cackles to the man next to him. She feels a sickening heat course through her system at the way he speaks about you. It makes her feel disgusted. “She gets so needy, I bet she would-”
“Hello, gentlemen.” Shion saunters up to him and she can see how his face seems to lighten up with interest. She doesn’t even give him a chance to say anything more. Her hand darts out violently, clasping tight around his neck. His friends exclaim loudly and try to stop her, but her loyal employees are already stopping them. Shion cocks her head to the side as he struggles for air and her optics shift to pinpoints as she relishes in the pain and fear on his reddening face.
“You and your friends will leave my club. And if you ever sniff around her,” She says your name and she can tell her hair has shifted by how the man’s eyes focus on her forehead and then her neck. “I will destroy you. Do you understand?”
He manages to nod despite Shion’s grasp on his throat.
“Good.” She holds on to him a few seconds longer for letting go. She doesn’t stay to watch him fall to the floor or scramble to his feet to leave. She simply turns away and starts to look for you. She shifts through the bodies dancing, the floor thrumming from the bass in the song. She catches that deep red dress you’re wearing and her systems heat up again in a different way.
Shion reaches you near the edge of the dance floor, your back to her as you’re swaying to the beat. She hums as she steps behind you and places her hands on your hips. She feels you jump and you turn around looking startled, but when you see her you relax in her hold.
“Hi, Lady Shion.” You drawled just loud enough over the pulsing music, an easy smile on your face.
She chuckles, “Did you have a drink, little dove?”
“Just a shot or two. I…” You chuckle and lean forward against Shion’s body. “I needed some confidence, is all.”
“You needed confidence for me? What shall I do with you?” She tilts her head. “Do you want your reward now?”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”
Those were the right words, little dove. Shion thinks to herself as she intertwines her fingers with yours. She leads you both back to her booth and instead of pulling you next to her, she drags you to straddle her lap. She can see the flustered look on your face and it makes her chuckle. She places her hands on your hips with a squeeze to feel how soft you are under your dress. Her nails dig into the material and she slowly pulls the fabric up.
“Here? In-In front of everyone?” You look scandalized and it makes Shion teasingly coo at you.
“Not everything, my little dove. I just want to touch you. No one will care here. No one will see.” She can see the faint glow of her neck against your skin and dress when she speaks. Her fingers pull your dress up more until she can see the lacey black panties covering your core. “Tell me to stop and I will. Otherwise, I want to play with my little dove until the main event.”
You let out a shaky breath and nod. Shion hums, pleased, as she leaves your dress bunched up at your hips. She drags her hands up your body while her eyes take in every little detail. She curls her fingers into your cleavage and pulls down the low neckline slowly. Her optics widen when she sees dainty piercings through your nipples, both pieces of jewelry donned with little rubies.
“My, my…you surprise me, little dove.” Her eyes watch how the streaks of light from the otherwise dim club catch the little gems and gleam tauntingly at her.
“I thought they would look nice on me.”
“They do. You look nice. You look perfect.” Shion feels her chassis heat up again at the sight of your smooth skin. Her hands cup your breasts and gently squeeze them. She hears how your breath catches and she cannot wait to hear more noises from that pretty mouth of yours. She circles your pierced nipples with her thumbs, feeling how they harden and how the bars beneath them shift. The music continues to blast around you both but neither of you seem to care. She can feel your skin heating up too with her touch sensors in her hands and she craves to feel more of that heat.
“Lady Shion…” You whimper just loud enough for her to hear.
“Let me take care of you, little dove. I will make you feel so good tonight…and every night forward.” She promises, letting her fingers dig a little more firmly into your flesh. She leans in close to your chest and a soft click is heard from her face. Her lips slowly part and she lets her synthetic tongue slip out to lick at your skin. She hears you gasp again as she trails her tongue over the soft mound of your flesh. She can feel you try to roll your hips and it makes her chuckle against your skin.
“I want to feel more of you.” Your voice pitches as your hands settle on the shoulders of her coat. Normally, she would shrug off the touch of her partners, but you will be her exception tonight, at least for now. Her hands leave your breasts to help move one of her legs between yours, before guiding your hips down on her thigh.
“Go ahead and get yourself off on me, little dove.” Her mouth is still open as her neck lights up as she speaks. She sees the growing heat in your eyes before her body nearly jolts as you start grinding your thin, damp panties against her solid thigh. A nearly inhuman growl leaves her as she leans back in.
Shion’s tongue circles one of your nipples and the jewelry that sticks through it as you slowly rock against her thigh. She can hear you moaning softly and the satisfaction that courses through her is euphoric. She’s getting you all hot and needy. She’s the one bringing you to this point. And she will be the only one to do so from now on. One of her hands drops down to rest on the top of your thigh while the other continues to knead and play with your other breast and hardened bud.
Shion can’t help but bite around your nipple, making you gasp and jerk your hips. Her tongue soothes over the perfect indents she left before biting the underside of your boob. She starts leaving bites all over your chest and breasts until her mouth finds your other nipple. Her hand on your hip encourages you to move your hips faster against her thigh. Shion can feel you start to press a little harder, feel how your hips angle so you’re rubbing your clit against her. She gives your pebbled skin a hard bite to match the other.
“So pretty, so responsive, my little dove.” She coos as she looks up to your clearly flustered face. She reaches up with her free hand to cup your cheek and she can feel the sizzling heat coming off you. She trails her fingers down to your throat and she stares hard at the necklace she put there. She’ll see about getting you a collar or a choker in the future.
“You feel good.” You manage to moan out as you start to lose yourself in chasing your own pleasure. Shion lets out a pleased noise at the sight. She pulls your upper half closer to her body and places her hand on your lower back. She feels your tuck your head against her neck and your hot breaths against her metal form. Your soft lips kiss her skin and her circuits jolt for a moment. She dips her hand lower, slipping it under your panties and over the cleft of your ass.
“Is my little dove wet for me?” Shion teases as she dips her middle and ring finger lower, gliding them through your soaked folds. She feels the way you shudder and hears your soft little noises over the music. “Do you want me to finger you while you rub your clit against me?”
“Y-Yes, God yes, Lady Shion.”
“Good girl.” Shion is satisfied with the use of her title. She moves away from your hot core for just a moment and she uses both her hands to grip the lacy fabric. She easily tears the fabric from your body and pulls it away so your wet cunt rubs against her thigh. She hears you gasp and your hips pause for just a moment. “Do not stop. Keep going until you come on my fingers.”
You whimper another soft ‘yes, Lady Shion’ before you start riding again, your clit dragging against her now slick thigh. She feels the slick curls covering your core and you twitch; it makes her crave more from you. Her hand caresses down your ass again, the same two fingers circling your weeping entrance. Your slickness coats her fingers and she chuckles at how eager you are to have them inside you.
“I will be careful with my nails, little dove.” She murmurs before she slowly inserts both her fingers into your tight, velvety heat. The way you moan makes her chassis shudder and lock up for just a moment, before she starts to shallowly thrust in time with your hips movements. She moans with you and she shifts her leg underneath you, pressing harder against your clit.
She can feel you shuddering and twitching. She can feel your walls starting to tighten around her wet fingers and Shion decides to move them faster. Her other hand helps your movements to the point where you're practically clinging to her body. She can feel you are so close and then suddenly…You’re crying out over the music.
Shion’s hand on your hip moves and buries itself in your hair to pull her away from her so she can see your face as you come. She can feel how tightly your walls squeeze her fingers as she keeps thrusting them through your orgasm.
“So beautiful” She praises softly, her fingers slowing before she finally pulls them away from your quivering heat. She brings them up to her mouth and licks them clean with her synthetic tongue. “And so sweet too.”
“I've never…” Shion watches how you seem to come to your senses after your orgasm. Your head swivels around slowly and she can see the growing realization on your face as the burning heat drops to a low simmer. But, as Shion told you, no one is even looking and she sees you relax. She just won't mention the fact that people know not to look at this booth when she is here.
She closes her mouth with a soft click and presses her hard lips to each nipple, still circled with her teeth marks. Shion helps pull your dress neckline back up to cover those perfect tits of yours (for now, of course), before her hands find your waist. She raises you off her leg much to her disdain and helps bring the hem back down to your thighs. Shion's hands massage the outer sides of your thighs as she peers up at your face. You're already staring at her and that arousing heat in your eyes has returned.
“Do you want me to return the favor?” Your hands gently squeeze her shoulders as your eyes scan her form.
“Oh, you are the sweetest, little dove.” She chuckles and gently encircles your wrists to pull your hands off her. “No, I do not want you to touch me tonight. I just want to explore you.”
And see what makes you squirm and cry beneath me. Shion thinks, but keeps that thought to herself.
She shifts you off her lap and slides out the booth, helping you out once again. Shion keeps her arm loosely around your lower back as she guides you away from the bumping dance floor. There is a low lit hallway she takes you down that is only lit up by soft, red LED lights lining where the ceiling and walls meet. A decorative door is at the end with her name written on a silver plate; her office. The door automatically opens, programmed her system, and then closes slowly with a soft lock once you both are inside.
It's sleek and low lit like the rest of the club, but the music is muted and the large fish tank in the back provides dappled lighting along the other walls. A plush, white couch resides in the corner and it's huge, perfect for what Shion plans for you. She saunters over her desk, her fingers gliding along the dark surface before she looks up at you.
“Make yourself comfortable, little dove.” Shion squats down behind her desk and the bottom draw clicks softly when she presses her hand against it. It slowly opens with a soft hiss and her optics gleam. She slowly picks up the new dildo attachment she acquired just for you and her to enjoy. She enjoys the look of a harness on herself and typically desires a level of separation with her partners, but this allows her to feel everything with you. She eyes the ball gag, handcuffs, the various vibrators, and the other sex toys she has on hand, and decides to grab the handcuffs.
Shion shuts the drawer with the tip of her shoe and saunters over to you, sitting stiffly on the couch. A sweet smile appears on that lovely face of yours and she can see the look of surprise on your face at what she has in her hands. It makes her chuckle softly as she stands close, giving you enough room to stand up.
“Undress, little dove.” Her optics stay on you as you stand and slowly reach behind you. She hears the slow sound of your zipper parting as you drag it down and she can see how the dress loosens and starts to sag on your body. Once unzipped, you pull it down until it drops and pools around your feet, leaving you almost completely bare to Shion save for the heels and the necklace she gifted you. “Perfect. Now, turn around for me and stay still.”
You obey, much to Shion’s delight, and turn away from her. She purrs deeply as she rakes her gaze down your back and to the slope of your ass. She tosses her attachment onto the couch so she can place her hand between your shoulder blades. Slowly, she drags it down the length of your spine before cupping one of your asscheeks, giving it a firm squeeze just to hear you gasp.
She doesn’t warn you when she guides both of your arms back one at a time, nor does she warn you when she clicks the handcuffs around your wrists. Perfectly caught and tamed, Shion thinks to herself. She guides you over to the arm rest and pushes you over it, leaving you bent over with your face pressed against the cushions with a soft whimper.
Shion kneels down and forces your legs apart so she can get a better view of your cunt. The short hair covering your folds are still soaked from earlier and she can tell your wet from renewed arousal. She grips your flesh, placing her thumbs on both of your lips, before spreading you open to her gaze. She feels you squirm for a moment and let out another soft noise.
“Do not worry, little dove, I will take you soon enough. I just wanted one more taste of you.” She murmurs as her face plate clicks and her jaw slowly opens. She presses her face against your weeping cunt and licks slowly from your entrance down to your still swollen clit. She hears you moan a little more loudly now that you both are away from the music and in the privacy of her office. She repeats the same motion slowly just a few more times before Shion focuses her synthetic tongue purely on your clit. She presses firmly against it, circling and stroking it with unwavering stamina. She can taste your sweetness and smell the heady arousal coming from you, and it nearly sends her system into overdrive.
She feels you attempt to push your hips back against her face and it makes her chuckle. Her hands glide past your ass to hold your hips while she takes her fill. She teases your entrance over and over again before dipping back down to your clit, just to bring you to the edge slowly. She can hear an almost defiant grunt from you and it makes her laugh against your heat. If she wasn’t planning on wanting to hear your noises or feel your legs wrapped around her later, she almost considers getting the ball gag and leg spreader out to keep you perfectly under control.
“There, there, little dove. You will come soon.” She promises. She presses her tongue inside you for the briefest of moments before pulling back completely. Her mouth clicks shut again and she stands up to her full height. She finds purchase on your hips and she presses herself against your folds and ass. She hears a needy, slightly muffled, noise come from you as she grinds herself against you. “Let’s get you on your back. See if you can do that for me. Are you ready for me to fuck you now, little dove?”
“Y-Yes, Lady Shion.” Your voice sounds breathless as she offers just enough assistance to help you stand back up, before you are laying yourself out on her large couch–hands still cuffed behind your back and your legs kept apart for her. She chuckles and slowly slips off the coat she's wearing before she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor. She saunters up the couch and watches how you look at her.
She's had human partners look at her with disgust when she reveals her omnic body and yet you still hold that lustful, obedient gaze for her. And beneath the heat, there lies an emotion Shion can scarcely recognize: adoration and something deeper. For a split second, she softens and an unfamiliar feeling washes over her.
Her optics unfocus and then refocus, refocusing on the moment and not on feelings. She grabs the attachment she threw on the couch and only takes a few seconds to click it into place. She hums at the new sensations that course through her chassis. Her fingers stroke over the red toy and she rolls her head at the feeling. She knows she can press her fingers into the base to start the vibrations, but she plans to use that once she is inside you.
Shion slowly crawls over you until her face plate is above yours. A rush of air leaves her system as the tip of her attachment rests against your hot cunt. She slowly grinds against you to test out all she can feel. “Are you ready, little dove?”
“Y-Yes, Lady Shion.” You all but whimper for her. She hums and grabs one of the decorative pillows before she helps slide it underneath your hips. One of her hands grips your thigh to keep it spread while the other helps glide the tip down to your entrance. Shion slowly rolls her hips forward and takes in a sharp breath as she feels your tight heat. Every gear in her body…every little component feels on fire. Her systems are overwhelmed but in the best ways possible.
“My little dove…You feel so good.” Shion coos and if her face plate could allow it, she would be smiling down at you. She continues to push her hips forward while you make the softest, sweetest noises she's ever heard. She can feel the way you clench around her attachment and how your body opens up perfectly for her. The pillow keeping your hips angled lets her reach as deep as she can inside you, your flesh flush against her metal body.
“Oh my God.” You murmur out, your arms shifting behind your back. Your hips move ever-so-slightly and you whimper. Her hand shifts on your hip to keep you still as her eyes faze over your body. You're taking deep breaths, your chest heaving and your back arching slightly from your wrists bound behind your back. She can see how your shoulders shift and feels how your hips want to move despite her firm hold, and it pleases her to see you so needy beneath her.
“Would you like me to move, little dove?” She murmurs above you, her optics dilating at the sight of her neck’s red glow flash against your skin. You pitifully nod and Shion tuts in response. She moves her hand holding your thigh to cradle the side of your neck. “Use your words.”
“Please…Please move, Lady Shion.”
“Very good.” Shion pulls her hips back until the tip of the red attachment is all that's inside you. She moves her hold from your neck and gently squeezes the base of the artificial cock, starting the lowest setting. She lets out a soft moan of her own as she feels the same vibrations while your breath hitches in response. Languidly, Shion rolls her hips forward and nearly growls at how you clench around her.
“I…I want to touch you, Lady Shion. I want to hold on to you.” You whimper through her slow thrusts.
“Next time, little dove. Now, wrap your legs around me.” Her hands help get your legs around her waist before she leans forward, caging you beneath her. She keeps her pace slow and steady just to work you up and make you needier beneath her. Plus, she wants to savor this moment.
Shion anchors her grip on your hip while her other hand trails up and down your soft body. She feels every tremble, hears every little whimper and moan coming from your sweet lips. She thrives in this kind of setting; with her in control and taking what belongs to her. She feels your slickness coating her and she nearly growls.
She picks up the pace, hitting faster and deeper inside your tight heat. She shifts your hips and further presses into you as she savors you. Your noises grow louder in her office, no longer caring about who might hear (not that anyone can hear the music in the main club.) In a split decision, Shion is quick to grab the back of your knees to further open you up. She hears you cry out but she knows it's a sound of pleasure rather than pain.
“Oh, so good my little dove. So good.” Her voice grows higher in pitch like it always does when she gets excited. Shion feels spark-like sensation shoot through her chassis and she can't help but pause for just just a split second to turn the vibrations up as high as they can go–keeping it a steady buzz rather than any of those pulsing settings that don’t always work–before she resumes fucking you into the couch.
“Sh-Shion-!” You stutter out as your neck arches your head back. It's the first time you've called her by just her name and it does something to her. Respect is always required. It’s what Shion demands and deserves. But with you that urge to correct isn’t present. At least not now. Maybe in the future, after this. After you are bound to her for as long as your human body lives. Her beautiful little dove that she will keep in a gilded cage. Hers alone.
“That’s it. Lose yourself to me. Give yourself to me.” The vibrations consistently pulse between you both and she can feel you tightening around her. Her hands caress over your body, gripping at one of your breasts while the other settles on your mound. Her thumb presses roughly against your clit to further push you over the brink. The necklace still around your neck shines in the low lighting and it makes her feel more possessive over you. “Tell me you are mine as you come.”
She watches how your chest shudders with each sharp breath you take in and she can see how your eyelids threaten to close with each flutter that you’re nearly there. Shion keeps up her unrelenting pace even as she feels her own body’s components begin to shift and tighten. Just a few more thrusts, a few more touches-
“K-Kiss me, please.” You whisper, the words sounding so quiet compared to all the noises you both were making. “I’ll be yours, just kiss me.”
Shion’s eyes shift, the optics expanding wider at your little request. She falters and she feels that familiar electric feeling pulse through her from her own arousal and something else–something deeper. She chuckles at first, and then laughs as she leans over you, her hips stopping with her completely inside you. Her hand on your chest slides up and grips your jaw to keep you still as she stares unblinkingly into your eyes.
“What a request.” She murmurs as her nails dig ever so slightly into your flesh. She feels you clench and it makes her chuckle. Shion says nothing else as she leans down and presses her hard lips against your soft one. Her face plate doesn’t move and she doesn’t open her mouth, letting you desperately kiss at the hard metal.
Without warning, Shion starts to move again with deep and hard thrust. You moan against her lips and she all but growls. She lets go of your jaw and slips that hand behind your head to keep you close while her other arm wraps under your back to further tilt your hips. You gasp, your breath hot against her mouth, and before she registers it, your tongue swipes against her lips.
A soft click is heard between your needy breaths and moans, her face plate shifts and her jaw opens. Her synthetic tongue delves between your parted lips, mimicking her hips’ movement. You arch against her, your legs trembling, as your breaths get quicker and quicker.
“I’m yours-!” Your words are muffled and distorted from her tongue as you finally break. She lets you pull back and she stares at your face as your walls tightly clench and release around her. Your beautiful eyes are watery as your mouth hangs open in a silent scream.
“So beautiful.” The sight and all she was feeling is enough for Shion to groan out. Her orgasms weren’t like humans, but it still felt as intense as she assumes it is for you. Her artificial parts tense and release as sparks shoot through her circuitry. She shudders and she stills, and she feels you twitching as her attachment still vibrates. Parts shift and air releases from her as her chassis goes through the euphoric sensations. She releases her hold on you so she can prop herself up over you, her jaw clicking closed.
“Ah…” You gasp with a twitch from the attachment still vibrating. Shion chuckles and lets it buzz for a few seconds longer just to drink in your twitching and soft gasps, before she reaches down and turns it off. She trails her hand up your still trembling form before gently caressing your neck, her nails gently dragging along your heated skin.
“You are mine now, understand?” She murmurs, her optics never leave your glossy, half-lidded eyes. “You are under my protection, under my care. Everything about you and your life are mine. There is no escaping me once my claws are hooked.” And just to emphasize her point, Shion digs her nails into your skin just enough to make you gasp. “Tell me you understand.”
“I-I understand, Lady Shion.” You stutter out and for a moment she thinks there is fear in your voice, but one look at your face tells her you are more than pleased. She hums, content with your answer, and slowly slides out of you. You whimper and your thighs twitch once before the attachment is completely outside of you, glimmering with your release. She takes it off and tosses it aside before she goes back to caressing your flesh. It’s her way of after care.
“Good. Now relax, little pet. I will take off your handcuffs soon, get you whatever you want to eat and then I will take you home.”
“Will you stay with me?”
None of her partners asked her that and she feels that ache in her chest plate. “Of course, little dove.”
Shion takes longer than usual. She gets the cuffs off your wrists and massages the skin there gently when she sees the irritation marks there. She helps you get dressed, helps tidy up your hair once again even though the helmet will surely muss it up again before putting her own clothes back on. She walks you through the club with you pressed right against her side, glaring at anyone who stares too long. She brings you home as quickly as she brought you to her club, your cat unhappy that you were gone during peak cuddle times.
She volunteers to undress you once more and helps get you into your sleeping clothes. It’s so unlike Shion, but she wants nothing but the best care for you now that you are hers. And who better to ensure you are treated properly than herself?
She doesn’t require sleep like a human does, but she still lays beside you. You don’t curl up against her and cuddle, though you do keep your hand intertwined with hers. It warms her system greatly.
You fall asleep beside her and she cannot help but pull you against her, just to feel your softness again. Her optics dull as Shion relaxes as what is hers is safely in her arms.
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To start off, it’s almost kinda easy to be Cole’s friend, because how friendly and approachable he is.
That easygoing aura he exudes, the way he talks nicely, great manners. It’s hard not to become friends with him.
That being said, even though he is this nice chill dude, he’s actually not very trusting of people. Cole was a part of DEADLOCK, a criminal outlaw gang and then BLACKWATCH, the darker side of the Overwatch organisation that deals with infiltration, blackmail, assassinations, etc. Him being trained by Gabriel Reyes also means he knows all the tricks of the trade regarding the seedier parts of underworld.
The fact that he doesnt trust ppl isnt too obvious tho, thanks to that warm charismatic aura he's got, as well as being such a sweet talker with the gift of gab. Only the observant ones will realise that Cole never reveals that many details about himself.
Ok to be fair, he DOES talk abt his experiences or some cool/funny/random thing he's seen or done, but usually it is not enough to glean the kind of past he has. If Cole does eventually tell you abt his home life and all, he really really REALLY trusts you.
Don't take that to mean he will pour out his own feelings and thoughts to you on the daily though. You should inquire about the cowboy's wellbeing and current state every now and then. Cole has a habit of keeping his own problems and issues to himself, especially in times of peace.
Ask him how he's doing or abt his day. Even if he is not forthcoming abt any worries he might have, the genuine effort of trying to get to know him is something he will greatly appreciate, and perhaps in the future, he will share his concerns with you. But for now, be patient. :3
He does share a lot of great stories whenever you guys talk. Like ranging from his experience in Overwatch (cough Blackwatch), being a mercenary, there’s a lot of stuff he has seen. It helps that Cole has a fantastic way with words and speaks with a smooth baritone, that keeps you hooked on his storytelling. (Inspired from the idea that Cole has done writing gigs before, but I cant rmb if this was a headcanon or canon detail I skimmed over)
Thanks to his fair share of life experiences in dealing with various people and situations, he is a pretty good listener too, and great at giving advice. In all, this makes him an extremely good conversationlist if he wants or has to, both with friends and strangers.
Can be a tease or silly goof at times, but is capable of stopping if the circumstances call for it. His ability to read people and the room well comes in real handy for this. So if you are someone with sensitive triggers/traumas, Cole is one of the best guys in Overwatch to help you out.
Do note his charming persona, dashing looks, and respectful behaviour makes him a rather attractive and approachable man. All qualities of a very crushworthy guy lol. Definitely has been asked out by strangers a couple of times and has humored some of them. Some ended up as decent flings but others were eehhhhhh...less said abt it the better.
However its all based on a rather superficial attraction. While Cole miiight have indulged in occasional one night-stands or one-off dates, he still feels a bit empty after each encounter, because he's unable to get attached to anyone so far for a myriad of reasons.
Either the relationship is based on lust and surface-level attraction, or the other person is unable to handle/accept his less desirable qualities (being a wanted man, inability to open up, experiences with criminal activities, hidden ruthlessness, does not wish to settle down yet, etc).
That's why it’s usually people who barely know him that crush on him, but his friends who are more aware of his past and character know better lol.
If Cole DOES end up in a romantic relationship??? With someone he actually trusts and cares about??? Damn bruh well done, you actually tied this wandering lone Cowboy into a proper functioning relationship!
Absolute fucking tease, but with manners of a gentleman. Rmb how I said Cole's great at reading people? He is able to pick up on your feelings and mental state well enough to know when to be a supportive partner, and when to be a menace.
Pros: In troubling times when you feel down or distressed in some way, you can definitely rely on Cole to make things better, whether it's him offering an open ear, providing some good ole distraction, or comfort with words/physical affection/quality time.
Cons: in times where you are relaxed and content doing your own thing, and Cole has the time, he's going to goof around and drag you into shenanigans.
Really really enjoys making you flustered. He doesn't mention this out loud unless you ask, but he loves seeing your reactions. It's also a game of sorts, a self-imposed challenge to break your composure (with consent of course! If he senses any kind of discomfort from you, he will stop it immediately).
If you are the kind with good sense of shame, my condolences. Cole has close to no shame in calling you silly or embarrassing endearments. I also hope you aren't figuratively lactose intolerant, cus it all also comes with a side of cheese. A LOT of cheese. As in cheesiness. Yes, that includes romantic gestures as well. Though, if you love this kind of stuff, then point to you, I suppose.
CLINGY CLINGY CLINGY this guy is a sucker for physical affection (possibly touch-starved from being on his own for so long ahhhh). Please indulge the cowbuy with cuddles, hugs, handholding, you name it. It's like a drug to him. Instant seratonin.
If you act playful and reciprocate his antics, Cole is going to be even deeper in love. He is a cheeky person, and yes he snarks and quips back on the regular, but there’s just something about engaging in harmless silly fun together that make Cole feel a sense of warmth in his heart.
It really hits it home for him that he feels secure and safe enough to drop down his guard and be carefree along with you. Rmb, his life ever since he left home, has been rife with risky and dangerous experiences. Cole does thrive in such stressful situations and he revels in the thrill of it, but it makes safety and security all the more elusive.
As such, he greatly cherishes any period of peace he can get, and safe to say he's utterly in bliss when you, his partner, embody this sense of peace and comfort to him. Stability, I feel, is very important for Cole, esp after all the stuff he went through.
If you stay long enough to be a stable presence in his life, Cole would probably start considering you in his retirement plans for the late future (that maay or may not include marriage hehe). Before getting a partner, he might have dedicated himself fully into Overwatch or continued being a vigilante outlaw, with retirement being an afterthought.
With you? He starts actively thinking about the "after", especially since he's not getting younger anytime soon. Why not start planning how he's going to spend the rest of remaining years with you? ;D
Ramattra and Zenyatta Relationship HCs - reader is a human monk at the Shambali Monastery before Null Sector/Mondatta's death
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General HCs for both:
No matter which one you end up with, you establish a friendship with both at first. They are a package deal whether they realize it or not.
Zenyatta definitely opens up at first and his trust in you eventually leads to Ramattra's trust.
The three of you will have at least one meditation session together every day, if not more.
You enjoy each other's company whether that is blatantly stated by each individual or not (you're gonna have to force that one out of Ramattra)
You love viewing the night sky together, and training in martial arts. Ram and Zen seem to catch on pretty quickly when you need to go to bed/take a break, and will say so if you don't make the decision yourself.
Both become very protective of you without realizing it.
But you're also protective of them - any chance you have where it shows, they both get a little flustered. It's not that they find you weak or incapable, but it is slightly unexpected. And they are well aware of the reality that flesh is more vulnerable than metal.
Ramattra was not necessarily hostile to you at first, but your being at the monastery as a human put him on edge.
He didn't go out of his way to have private conversations with you until he learns more about you through group conversations with Zenyatta, or by encouragement from Mondatta. If Mondatta and his brother trust you, he decides he might as well give you a chance.
It only takes a few one-on-one conversations and answered questions that Ramattra actually finds himself *fascinated* by you. So not all humans despise and distrust omnics? Some are actually quite... agreeable?
He doesn't initially think his feelings towards you are romantic, but he finds himself gravitating towards you whenever possible and seeks out your company
It starts with actions more so than words - he sits closer to you, eventually allowing your knees to touch when meditating. Makes sure to have a private meditation session with you daily. Insists on one-on-one martial arts practice. Then there are the gentle, light, almost phantom touches that always catch both of you off guard.
It takes time for anything to be said plainly, as Ramattra begins to question whether an omnic like him could possibly experience such feelings, such relationships. For someone confident in most things, this takes support and encouragement from you.
Once the wall is torn down he becomes much more forthcoming with his words and feelings. He makes sure to remind you how much he cares, but it's a mix between actions and words.
You both naturally develop a kind of silent communication - certain looks, touches, body language that both of you understand as a delicate statement of love and care.
No matter your skills, interests, or educational background, Ramattra values your thoughts and input. He especially loves sharing his inventions with you, and will let you tinker with things if you seem interested enough.
He wants to experience your hobbies as well. Love gardening? He's going to be right next to you planting flowers or pulling weeds. Writing poetry? He will read every one, might even try to write something himself.
The longer the relationship goes on, the more comfortable he becomes with touching you. Hand-holding becomes light touches on the small of your back, which becomes holding your waist, and eventually he finds himself completely wrapping you up in his embrace.
The first time you initiate contact, he pulls away. He is so surprised *you* would want to touch *him.* He is suddenly reminded of his size, his identity as a ravager. You reassure him that you just want to share the way he makes you feel, and he caves... slowly.
Kisses you by touching your foreheads together, or by touching his faceplate to your cheek or neck and making small delicate rumbling/purring. You swear it feels warm every time...or you're just blushing.
If *you* kiss him, he always pulls you back in for one of his own.
Isn't big on public displays of affection, but doesn't hesitate to give a reassuring hand-squeeze or protective/guiding touch. Certain situations however do make him slightly more handsy - more so to make a statement to everyone that you belong to him.
At the start of the relationship he doesn't stay in your room when you sleep, but he does check on you at least once to ensure you're ok. He slowly starts to spend more time in your room as your sleeping, often meditating with the occasional glance to make sure you still appear peaceful. When you're at the point of being more physical in your day-to-day, he feels comfortable asking if he can join you in the bed. The first time you fall asleep in his arms, he experiences a new kind of peace and happiness he didn't know existed. The intimacy, the moment belonging to only you and him, and the feeling like he could protect you from the world in this state. He doesn't do it every night, but he's always looking forward to the next time.
Zenyatta takes interest in you immediately - why is a lone human here amongst omnics? He finds it necessary to hear your story.
He has so many questions, and adores the patience you share to answer all of them.
In fairness, he answers any questions you have for him.
Before you know it, you have both developed a daily routine of bringing one new question for each other, which normally leads to long discussions when you probably should be meditating. Learning about the world through another's words has to be a form of meditation anyway, right?
You do still of course have silent meditations together, and he greatly enjoys your company either way.
Meditation comes very naturally to Zenyatta, so if you ever seem to be struggling, he's quick to offer tips or even do a guided meditation. The more you get to know one another, the closer he gets to you during these meditations. Next thing you know you're meditating with your hands in his and his orbs are floating around each of you.
Zenyatta likes to be honest, even if the ways he says things is initially confusing. Many times he has told you how much he enjoys your company, but then one day his statements get more complicated and to you they sound like riddles. The truth is that Zenyatta knows the feelings he has for you are much more than platonic, but he's never actually felt them before let alone voiced them.
There must be a correct way to express these types of emotions to someone, right? Then one day you meet up and he doesn't have a question for you. In fact, he's oddly silent. You begin the meditation anyway, but it doesn't last long as he can't seem to keep his orbs in balance. They fall, clinking around you, and you stare at Zenyatta with worry on your face. He seems to almost take a long, unnecessary breath before saying your name quietly, like he's actually afraid you might hear him.
He squeezes your hands before speaking again. He explains that he has developed feelings for you that he doesn't quite have the words for. You reassure him that it's ok, and have a discussion with him that is like solving a puzzle. Eventually, you both understand and a relief washes over both of you as his orbs return to his neck. Perhaps a meditative walk would be better for today?
Still trying to sort through the emotions in the beginning, he shows his affections through hand-holding. He has a connection with you and he doesn't want you to ever doubt it. He loves holding your hand any chance he gets.
Slowly, his words of affirmation become more frequent until he is verbally expressing his love for you multiple times a day. He's not afraid to say "I love you," but he likes throwing out compliments too.
He always checks to make sure you're taking care of your basic needs. Are you sleeping well? Eating enough? Anything troubling your mind that you would like to talk about? If you're struggling with anything, he will do his best to find a solution or offer support.
After some time he is able to catch if something is off with you - but he will wait to see if you bring it up first before mentioning it.
Your physical affection sits patiently with hand holding until one day you hug him. He is caught off-guard, but immediately returns the gesture and leans into the moment. It's in this moment that he realizes just how much he loves the way your body feels against his. He begins asking for and offering hugs, and one day when neither of you wants to pull away, it turns into your first cuddle session. They become a regular occurrence.
The first time Zenyatta makes you laugh, it's like you have set his soul on fire. He adores the sound of your laugh, and does his best to make you laugh whenever possible.
Just like Ramattra, he gives omnic forehead kisses. The first time you kiss him, he asks if you could *please* do that more often. He likes to touch your cheek when you kiss him.
Likes to meditate on your bed when you sleep if you don't fall asleep on him during your cuddle session. He will put his orb of harmony on you to ensure you get the most peaceful sleep possible.
His protectiveness over you appears when it's needed most. If something is bothering you, you need only tell him and he will do his best to handle whatever that is.
He is very sensual but not in an explicitly sexual way. He loves to touch your hair, and if it's long enough he learns how to help you style it whatever way you like. He loves the softness of your lips and will sometimes interrupt you mid sentence to run his fingers over them. He hates to see you tense or sore and wants to massage you so he can *feel* the stress disappear. Enjoys just running his hands along your soft skin. Touching you is his form of sensory engagement meditation.
Zenyatta is wise beyond his years, but this doesn't mean he won't come to you for your insight. Your life experience is far different from his own, your viewpoint might be more informed.
His faceplate may hide expression, but you can tell he loves to look at you. On days where he feels more discord than usual, one look at you or your smile has potential to turn his whole day around. He hopes he has the same effect on you.
Is not afraid to tell other people he loves you. He loves talking you up as well. Same as Ramattra, he thinks of you as a very intelligent and gifted individual.
Zenyatta doesnt actually have many hobbies, so he quickly finds himself immersed in any you decide to share with him. He cherishes when you get to create or build together, and starts to suggest new hobbies just for the experience.
While he may be a very gentle spirit, he does *not* take it easy on you during martial arts training. The aftercare is 10/10 though. Never forgets to highlight your strengths no matter your performance.
"No! I burnt it!"
It was much too early in the morning for any sort of.. Well, anything to happen this early in the morning, but the smell of something burning would make anyone wake up.
Practically jumping out of bed, and tripping over one of the plush stuffed animals that you had gotten for Juno, you managed to make it downstairs in time to see complete chaos and an upset Martian.
"Oh moons.. You weren't suppose to see this." Juno pouted, as she tried to block your view of the kitchen and the mess.
She was absolutely covered in pancake batter and either flour or sugar was on her face. It was honestly adorable, but also the kitchen was on fire and smelled of burnt whatever.
"Let's.. Just get cleaned up.."
After a long time cleaning up the kitchen, and reassuring Juno that her culinary talents weren't terrible and just needed some practice. The afternoon was much better than the morning that the two had.
"Sorry about making such a mess.. I wanted to make you breakfast in bed like I had seen on that one movie."
More reassurance that Juno was fine to have tried, but to be more mindful of the kitchen in the future.
Cuddling ensues as normal, off days were used for chores and cuddling anyways.
"..I can't believe a shrimp cooks better than me.."
Laughter ensues from you as Juno looks at you in confusion.
