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Amp Up the Love || Lúcio

AN// heyoo, this is what I’ve written for your emergency prompt, and I hope it comes to your liking 💜💜💕💕💖💛❤💕💜 ~nq

1.2k unedited rip

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The sun was teasing the sky today. At times, it dispersed the sleepy cluds to spread its warm rays, and at others, it hid behind impenetrable gray ones. It was almost ironic, you thought, having your mood closely similar to the weather which completely turned into an imminent storm shortly after strong winds whirled just outside the window you were sitting nearby during your shift.

As light droplets started to pelt the cement outside, you sighed, not looking forward to your trip home when the rain would increase at the end of your shift. You just resigned to fate and started working, not really in the mood to face the world today, your asshole of a manager not giving the day off only added unnecessary spices the the depressing recipe.

By the time your shift ended, the weather condition worsened with the rain drizzling downwards non-stop. You clocked out and grabbed your jacket to at least have some shelter away from the assail of thick raindrops. You didn’t want to think about it, but the impending thoughts had been dragging you down since you woke up this morning. You tried really hard to oppress these intrusive feelings behind the dam you built up in the morning, but it could barely hold them up now as it was filled to the brim and started spilling before heavily crashing down on you.

Tears flowed down from your eyes, streamed down your already damp cheeks, and started to morph into the drizzle of thick raindrops. You felt your throat tightening when you tried to hold down your weak snivels. As your tears fogged your eyes, and your thoughts fogged your mind, you looked forward to cuddling with your lover Lucio s the only thing that could disperse the dense fog that overtook you.

Reaching home, you fiddled with your keys as you briskly unlocked the front door. Hastily, getting out of your footwear and shrugging off your jacket, you sped up through the rooms insearch for Lucio, your sweetheart. You almost ended up slipping when you caught sight of him reclined on his chair in front of his desk.

You were about to run to him and jump into his lap for some comfort hugs and kisses, but you stopped yourself from doing so when you noted that he was working on some songs, noticing his headphones resting on his head and his songs notebook lay open in front of him along some papers with crossed out lyrics splayed around.

He might have not heard you when you entered due to the loud beat pumping from his headphones and ricocheting through his ears as he focused on spilling out some lyrics that would match the new rhythm he created. So why would you go to him and spill your guts out to him only for it to result with a cut short progression and his mood razed with yours?

Shoulders slumping, you decided against talking about it with him, continued on with bottling up your emotions and headed to your shared room to cave in and curl under the blankets with the company of your pressurising thoughts.

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The beat still coursing through his head, Lucio started to feel a light theadacke brewing, so he paused the beat and rubbed his eyes. He took his headphones off and got ups stretching before heading to the kitchen. He had been fixated on his desk all day long, trying to squeeze out some rhyming words to create matching lines for his upcoming album. But with inspiration being the bitch it was, Lucio struggled with the goal he had set earlier that day to tack down and ended up spending the whole day unproductively.

Sighing defeatedly, he went to the kitchen to fetch a fresh drink to energize himself and go rest for a while until you return home.

As he reached out into the fridge for the drink, he paused for a second. Now that he thought of you, weren’t you supposed to be back around this hour? Straightening up again, he spared a glance at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall the moment soft, faint sobs reached his ears. His head snapped to where muted cries behind closed doors rippled from, and he quietly paddled through the corridor to check on his love.

A light frown formed on his face as he gently pressed on the door handle and slowly pushed the door open. Finding you under the blankets all curled up and trying to quiet down your breaking out hiccups. The sounds you were emitting broke his heart He couldn’t bear seeing you at this state, the last hiccup he heard before shuffling towards you shattered his heart completely.

You felt the bed dip down from behind you before two arms hugged you, securing you safley against none other than Lucio.

At that moment, you tried to still your quivering body in order not to let Lucio know what you were going through, but he had already asked, “what’s wrong, babe?” He shifted closer to you, hugging you tightly from behind.“What’s dragging you down?”

“It’s nothing,” you replied shortly, yanking the blankets up high to cover your red nose and Puffed eyes, you really didn’t want company then, but it was Lucio’s and his presence had always had calmed you instantly and had enveloped you with a serene overlay whenever he cuddled with you during one of your gray days.

Lucio was about to object about it being nothing but chose not to press if you weren’t ready to open up and tell him about it, so he let it be, pulling you on top of him so you could lie on his chest. Soothingly he ran his warm hand up and down your back, occasionally patting you to pacify the agitating storm within you and patiently waiting for you to break away from the dark clouds lingering around your mind and to brightly shine again.

“It’s just,” you tried to describe what you were going through, Lucio intently listening. “You know when you feel like you’re drowning and no one will be there to help you because you sense thatyou are alone?” You sighed before continuing, “that’s how I feel right now.”

Tenderly, Lucio hugged you tighter, placing an understanding kiss on your temple as he swayed with you. “You know that I’ll always be there for you whenever you need me, yeah? You’re never alone.” He sweetly kissed you again.

“I know,” you replied, shifting a little to get comfortable in his embrace. To be honest, you had already started to cocoon into a thick blanket of tranquility Lucio had brought with him when he first cuddled up to you and pulsated comfort for you. And to think you were going to try and push him away, you shook your head at the thought.

With a couple of kisses being exchanged between the two of you, Lucio felt a little surge of intense emotions course through him, and lyrics of a soon-to-be written song dedicated to you started to flood his mind. Soon after he opened his mouth to speak, the lyrics spilled out with a rhythmic tune accompanying its words. It took you by surprise, not really expecting a song to break through the silence. Its gentle lines put you at ease again as your mind started to drift to sleep, your body cozily nestling against Lucio’s warm one.

Mercy, it’s me, ____.

If you’re hearing this, it means that Sombra is being a dickhole who should be physically slapped next time you encounter her, or it means that my dead man’s switch has been activated. If my death has not been verified, I ask you to stop this recording and not to continue listening unless it’s legally true or if you somehow have encountered my remnants, and if you have, I’m sorry you had to see me like that.

If I have been captured by Talon, consider me dead, or execute your old colleague’s BlackWatch mind-pick protocol to extract my programming. Do NOT trust the man inside my body if I am missing in action. He. will. kill you. Do not hug him, approach him, or let him near you. If I am truly dead or the mind in my body cannot be recovered, sit down and continue listening.

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I’m so sorry, Angela. I probably did something stupid to end up like this, and I know my empty voice isn’t really going to make for a proper apology for getting your boyfriend killed by his own carelessness. Nothing is, and no one should have to go through it, especially someone like you who has done so much for others.

I have no doubt you are already immersing yourself into your work, either in an attempt to avoid your grief altogether, or in some subconscious form of self-inflicted punishment for a crime you never committed. It’s my fault I’m dead –my angel– not yours.

If you somehow lost me on the table, your shaking hands were my fault, too— don’t talk shit about my girlfriend! I know you’re internally bashing yourself right now. You do it all the time; stop it and listen to me. I’m the asshole who put your dying boyfriend on that operating table. Blame him instead.

If you keep up with the shit you’re doing, your workmanship is going to suffer. You know that, we all know that. Give yourself a damned break, for both our sakes.

*sigh*

Here comes the most painful part. In my footlocker is a small safe. The code is the number set I told you about, but in reverse. The number code I leaked to Sombra, if put in, backwards or forwards, will fill the room with a short-lasting nerve agent that will cause her an extremely painful death without extensive full body protection. If you are unsure, use the hard-light suit with the external air supply.

In that safe is a pair of matching engagement rings. I never got around to asking the question before I passed away. Don’t wear them. Don’t even try them on, I beg you. Just bury them with me or toss them to that filthy twitching freak with the peg leg that Winston hired recently. They’re pointless now. I’d give you some time, but— I really wanna get rid of those since I fucked up that dream. Given how quickly I died, it’s probably for the best.

Babe, I’ve always told you, love is an action, not just a feeling. Love is a decision that is made every day, a discipline that lasts longer than any lifting of the gut or pounding of the chest. In a sense, I died in love with you, so I will always be in love with you. But now that I’m dead, I cannot show love to you anymore, which hurts me more than anything, even if I think you deserve better than me.

Don’t you dare blame yourself for initiating this wonderful, stupid relationship. It’s brought wonderful happiness to both of us and I wouldn’t change a damned thing. I’m not gonna be that guy to lecture you about moving on without me; you have a whole circus of fellow agents who will be rattling on with that speech within the month.

I— *sob* I’m gonna miss you, babe. It’s not your fault. You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay…

We’ll see each other later, alright? And bring whoever else you fall in love with along too when your time comes, alright? We’ll walk along the peaceful shore in the shadow of your true wings, where death has died, and peace truly reigns, my princess, and I’ll be able to eat your pussy again until the crescendo of your song reaches God himself’s ears.

Your work is wonderful. You. are wonderful. Don’t you ever forget that, okay? You’ve heard it before; I’ll say it again: your work in nanotechnology has saved so many. Your humility is not in your self-deprecation, but your utter forgetfulness of yourself. You’re constantly putting others before you, no matter how much trouble it gets you in. Please don’t change that as the years pass. Your youthful positivity in the face of bitter wisdom sets you apart.

I’ll see you later, my angel, some time when your mechanical wings have fallen off like baby teeth, and the real ones have grown in. Don’t hurry to meet me. Your world still needs you. I love you forever, Angela. Goodbye for now.

Sentai Genji Blowjob in the Bathroom at an Anime Convention

“You wanted me to put this on, and now you’re taking it off,” he laughed.

“Just the belt,” you informed him, hastily fiddling the belt, “Now hold still.”

Your efforts jerked his hips around. The focus on your face, your disregard for anything besides what was in front of you triggered the realization. Genji inhaled into his chest, his pec muscles filling into the space inside his green armour. His length began to fill out against the material of his costume at your eagerness. His helmet tilted, his eyes checking for anyone looking through the gap in the bathroom stall door. All that reached his ears was the muffled buzz of the anime convention outside.

You got the belt undone, slipped it out carefully (to avoid damaging it), and handed it to him. Genji put it aside without looking at where he put it. You smiled up at him and kissed the front of his black, spandex pants. The suit suddenly felt too tight for his lustful breaths. He couldn’t wait to get his partial erection out and pushed the spandex down his hips to help you out.

You giggled.

“Really?!”

“Come on! It matches,” he replied, defending his unofficial grey Sentai briefs with the logo on the front, painting his clothed bulge.

“Oh, whatever,” you muttered, but smiling at the same time. It was cute.

You pulled the underwear down, and his greyish-pink cock bounced up with the movement and then settled down to hang in front of his balls. Just front of your face. Your turn to breathe deeper, the air from your nose hitting the head and shaft. You gave him a few strokes under the pretense of getting him as hard as you could. You actually wanted to test how hard andd eager /he/ was. He was very.

“Are you going to tease me now that you have me where you want me?”

You licked at the tip.

“No.”

You ignored the faint smell of sweat and opened your mouth wide to engulf as much as you could inside your warm and wet mouth.

You didn’t hold back. It didn’t take long before a sweet little whine here and there slipped out. Genji’s boots scuffed against the floor, and he hooked a gloved hand on the top of the stall wall. He hung on.

“Unbreakable body, my ass,” you teased.

“Don’t-”

‘Don’t stop.’ You know. Which why he’s already back inside your mouth. The soft head slid against your tongue as it entered. You slurped against the underside of his shaft, running your tongue against the bulging veins.

“I am close,” he whispers.

Your hand is rubbing the front of your pants at that. Your eyes were closed, concentrating hard on bringing you both quick and dirty pleasure in this hotel lobby bathroom.

“More. Need more,” he pleaded, a hand on your shoulder to urge you.

You brought your mouth back to suck only on the head. One of your favourite parts of doing this; the pink flesh was so soft, and he reacted so delightfully. Grunts and barely-audible groans. A tighter grip on the stall. A looser grip on your shoulder to avoid doing the opposite and squeezing too hard.

“Hah, almost. Almost.”

White cum sprang forth into your mouth. It already helped that you were sucking, but a drop still spilled out of the side of your mouth. Once he stopped twitching, you released his length from your lips and licked up the stray bit of seed. Genji tucked himself away, covering his softening length with the Sentai undies and pulling the spandex back on top.

Then he pulled you up so that your gaze was level with the black visor of his helmet.

“You are getting a reward later.”

B L E S S

This match up request is for my OC, Seda ‘Lynx’ Morrow. 

She’s 5’1, with long, white hair, and blue eyes with cat-like pupils and black sclera. 

As a result of a genetics program that she volunteered for, Seda’s appearance is fairly unique, as well as the skills she has acquired from said program. Her DNA has been spliced with that of a Eurasian Lynx, giving her the ability to see clearly in the dark, as well as receiving the natural reflexes and abilities of the larger feline. 

Among piercings and tattoos, another distinguishing feature for her is the scar that starts on one cheek, goes horizontally over the bridge of her nose, and ends upon the other cheek. She gained it during her initial training, when she was using normal steel blades. One of the blades broke and resulted in the the injury. This prompted her to switch to using dual energy blades as her weapons of choice instead, to avoid breakage in the future. 

Known as the Blades of Blackwatch, Seda is sassy, brazen, and overly stubborn, but also unwavering in her loyalty, and takes the tasks assigned to her very seriously. She is much more vulnerable than one might think, and often wears her heart upon her sleeve, no matter how much she tries not to. She would never admit it if questioned, but one of the things she truly wants most in life is to be loved.

When she is not on mission, (or sleeping) you can often find her training, making sure her skills stay sharp no matter the situation. Other hobbies for her include: playing the violin, photography, motorcycle riding, rock climbing, reading, and video games. However! if you were to suggest curling up and watching a movie, she wouldn’t be opposed to that either!

I match your OC with…

Genji!

He strongly admires her intense worth ethic, but he’d also be the person who reminds her to step back and take a moment to relax for the good of her health. The two would also be able to bond on being the abnormalities of their world. Genji being a cyborg and Seda being an animal hybrid. They could vent to each other and find solace knowing someone else understands what they may be going through.  

He’d make an excellent training partner, since both like to push themselves to the limit. Perhaps they could even share blade wielding techniques!

Genji would find her car absolutely beautiful. It reminds him of his own scars, but Seda is able to make the scar look good and she wears it with pride, something Genji is still unable to do. He loves her for it. He would match her loyalty tenfold and he’d cherish her tender heart as if it were made of fine glass.

I also think he’d have loads of fun partaking in her hobbies with her. Plenty of them sound adventurous, which would serve to bring Genji out more. The two can bounce off of one another, finding new ways to grow and see things in a different light. I think they’d make a pretty unique dynamic and serve to make each other happy and improve their self love.