Tag: fic rec

What The Iris Wills

a-flower-that-writes:

Booting up was an odd occurrence. There
were levels that one might call ‘unconscious’ for an omnic, though
only a few were routinely used. There was what might be considered
‘sleep’, a time to defrag and recharge and there was the state one
entered when undergoing some sort of repair worse then some dents or
scratches. This was none of those. This was a level he had not felt
since he first came online, and it terrified him. He could not recall
a reason to be rebooting from this stage, in fact he could not recall
much at all. There were memories of a speech but it became muddled
partway through.

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*slams fists on table and wriggles on chair until falls over* MOAHAHAHAHAAARRR

Fic: The Luxury of Choice (Mondatta/Reinhardt, NC17)

emeraldembers:

Title: The Luxury of Choice

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Tekhartha Mondatta/Reinhardt Wilhelm (briefly referenced past Tekhartha Mondatta/OCs)

Summary:
Written as a gift for @cyberratting and their followers: In which
Mondatta was designed to be a pleasure model, and after a long period of
abstinence from any kind of sex, Reinhardt’s presence tempts him to try
enjoying it for himself.

Author’s Notes: S O. I may have been dabbling in Overwatch fandom a little bit. And I may have fallen hardcore for the doomed messianic figure character because I have a Type. And this 2k+ attempt at a ‘short’ fic has ended up being used to vent steam while I work on something separate involving bodyguard!Reinhardt and entirely-aware-he’s-doomed!Mondatta and so many feels it’s ridiculous. Enjoy <3!

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8179508

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Fic: The Gaps Filled in Dreams (Hanzo/Tentacles, Hanzo/McCree, NC17)

emeraldembers:

Title: The Gaps Filled in Dreams

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairings: Hanzo Shimada/Tentacles, Hanzo Shimada/Jesse McCree, Jesse McCree/OCs

Summary:
Originally written as a gift for @cyberratting on Tumblr; Hanzo’s memories of
visiting Innsmouth are vague to non-existent at best, but his recurring
dreams since then suggest there is an unholy and rather tentacle-filled
reason for that.

Warnings: Drugged sex, very dubious consent, some Lovecraftian and some Giger-inspired horror.

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7925353

oh man I still love this so much. it was just SO GOOD

Please for the love of god write that McReyes lac fic. I am begging you. Holy shit.

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cyberrat:

I feel like @cptprocrastination would write it way better than me

(also I wanna read it not write it lool. I’m a lazy butt)

(Shameless plug for the Overwatch sideblog)

Gabriel tried to think who the fuck he pissed off to end up where he was. How many things had to just go ass over kettle wrong to end up in this fucking situation. The mission was done but had gone to utter hell. They’d nearly been blown up. Gabriel had narrowly missed getting his head smashed by debris but for the most part he was fine.

A cough came from his lap and Gabriel looked down at the idiot of a teen who’d taken not just a few shots to the body armor but a blow to the head that had been meant for him. In truth…his gut went cold as he thought about it… Jesse was in very bad shape. He did what he could for the kid, got them to a safe spot if small and enclosed waiting for pickup, but now they had to wait.

He tightened the belt around McCree’s upper left arm, down near the elbow. Then there was that…or what was left of that. Damnit the kid didn’t have time…

As McCree moved and groaned and tears started to fall again from the pain Gabe could do nothing about he felt a pain in his chest. No, he told himself, it wasn’t from the situation. God he didn’t need to encourage the pup but he was still Gabe’s responsibility.

No he and Jack had gotten into a tiff about the operation and he hadn’t been milked since Tuesday and if his watch was right (after he rubbed Jesse’s blood off the face of it) it was now Sunday.

“Fuck”

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Genji had actually no clue about most of his functions for the longest time, until one lonely night in the Monastery where he accidentally pushed something in the right place and suddenly panels start sliding and retreating, and suddenly there’s this gorgeous little puss and he’s totally overwhelmed. Zenyatta follows the sounds of his mewling pupil to find Genji with both hands between his thighs, cupping his pretty synthetic cunt and being a mess basically.

boneyarts:


Nights in the monastery were mostly quiet.

Zenyatta likes to walk when he can’t sleep, letting his body fall into the monotony of pacing these well-known halls as his mind wanders far beyond the borders of Nepal–the peace is soothing, the isolation and silence of the night a comfort. With the chirping of insects outside and the creak of the floorboards under him, it’s easy for him to slip into a tranquility deep enough to rival his best meditation sessions.

Usually.

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*quietly lies down* *softly dies*