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[kiwi-on-ice]

…heyyyyy, been a while.

First happy christmas to all who celebrate, hope you all are cozy and happy.

So Kiwi posts that she wants to start writing again and then disappears without a trace for like 2 months?

I’m sorry first of all for going so radio silent, to tell the truth I’ve had probably the worst two months ever. Long story short, I broke up with my boyfriend of three years. It was incredibly difficult and had a lot of circumstances surrounding it that was hard to navigate. Emotionally drained is an understatement to how I’ve been feeling. Not to mention trying to keep up with the workload of my uni degree at the same time that my personal life was falling down around me.

But I wanted to say how much I missed this blog, missed writing and engaging with all of you. The sheer amount of talent in this community is amazing to see, as is all the love and support. I know I’m gonna sound like a broken record here, but I want to say that I so desperately want to get back into writing soon, and the requests in my inbox are so so good and they look so enticing rn aha.

So I’m gonna be busy reading up on all the fanfics I’ve missed while I’ve been away, I can’t wait!

Much love, as always

Kiwi xx

[kiwi-on-ice]

I DON’T GO ON TUMBLR FOR A WEEK AND I COME BACK TO THIS ABSOLUTE TOE CURLING ASHE SMUT😫😫😫😫

ok just an ashe thought i had - bare with me now (i have been awake for too long ignore mistakes)

Ashe who - very angrily - demands the newly freed Bob to cut the ropes Cassidy had tangled her up in. She’s absolutely fuming about the loss of her bike, steam practically coming out of her ears until one of her goonies points out a sign that tells of a ranch a few miles west. A ranch meant horses - and horses meant no more blistering feet.

She first steps foot on your ranch like she owns the place, her boots kicking up dirt and sand that wisps away in the breeze. Her eyes are sharp and you can’t help but shy away from her gaze, continuing to brush one of your horses until she approaches you directly.

You’re a sweet thing - all alone on a little ranch to yourself - and Ashe can’t help but curl her ruby lips into a pleased smile, previous events all but forgotten because of the cute little cowgirl she’d caught a glimpse of. You’re quick to ask her what she’s here for, and she only wishes you’d slow down so that she could take a better look at you, her eyes roving unapologetically.

You soon find out she’s here for some horses, something sturdy and quick enough to get her back home. You can only nod along, a little entranced by her presence before you snap out of it to show her the way to your stables.

Ashe picks out Pepper from your little herd of horses - an American Quarter horse you’d had for a little while now - and is quick to seat herself upon the mares back, smoothing over her dark bay coat appreciatively. You help saddle her up and even sneak a few peppermints in for free!

Ashe then shoves a handful of cash into your hands with a sharp grin, and it’s clearly way too much money even for a sturdy horse like Pepper - but she refuses to take any of it back. You don’t argue with a woman like Ashe.

It pays for almost everything on the ranch for the rest of that entire week, and just when you’re loading pails of water for the horses you pick up on the sound of familiar hooves. And sure as shit, Ashe is trotting back inside your ranch with a toothpick hanging precariously between her lips, claiming that she needed another horse from you.

She didn’t. She had gotten a new bike. Pepper was well taken care of on an aimlessly huge stretch of land that she owned and Ashe thought it would be suitable to come and see you get her a friend. And maybe to ogle at you a little.

You end up selling some of your best horses to Ashe over the weeks that she comes to visit, and she leaves behind more and more cash every time. Soon enough you’re inviting her over simply for riding lessons, free of charge. It all goes off-course when she brings along a bottle of wine.

—

It’s still technically a riding lesson, if you think about it.

You gnaw at your lip as Ashe’s crimson nails dig into the fat of your hips, the brim of of her hat sitting so low on her head that she eventually grows tired of it, plopping it onto your head with a growl that makes the heat bloom hotter between your thighs. She grins up at you like the cat who got the cream when you sink down further onto the strap with shaky legs.

“Easy now, sugar.” She chuckles lowly, her nails indenting little crescent moons into your skin as you throw your head backwards to pant softly. The fire was crackling beside you both, sweat sheening your skin as you fight the urgency to ride her til the cows come home.

The wine had made you needier, and it had flushed her pale cheeks to the point of redness. You’re twitchy and sensitive, pulsing with the need to let her lie back if it just meant you could cum, to ride her until you couldn’t think. More importantly - you wanted her to fuck you already.

You’re so cute, seated upon her lap and trembling like a leaf, pretty little pussy clenching around her strap pathetically whilst she thumbs your clit idly. There’s a smoulderingly mean look in her eyes when you even try to bounce back onto her cock to chase remnants of your pleasure, but you can’t help but still, whining pathetically for her to let you finish.

Ashe knows exactly what you want from her. She just wants to make you beg for it.

[kiwi-on-ice]

2 for the ask game?

2 - what’s your feel good film?

So I actually never talk about this on here but my absolute favourite thing in the world is DC, Batman to be specific. And my fav film is Batman begins, it’s such a comfort film for me. I’ve watched it so much so I’d definitely say it was my feel good film (not a traditional choice ik aha)

[kiwi-on-ice]

ohmygod.ohmygod.ohmygod.ohmygod.ohmygod

Hngg I need more assistant reader, the way you write is so scrumptious. I’m curious how akande would share her with moira, since moira is so work oriented and ‘professional’ so to speak.

Moira is definitely slower to approach the whole ordeal in general - much like Amelie. She’s very much consumed within her work to even think about your presence. Akande introduces you with small tasks - picking up documents from Moira’s lab or sending you to check up on her progress rather than himself. It’s a slow start, but steadily Moira becomes accustomed to your presence.

At first she’s tolerant. Much like how she is with everyone else - she’s happy to make you squirm with empty promises of experimentation or wave you off with a cold disposition. But your presence while she works steadily becomes more frequent - and even whilst her attention is monopolised Moira finds herself responding in kind to your innocent and curious questions. You know next to nothing about her projects or her work in general, yet she’s patient and thorough in her explanations.

Eventually she becomes more intrigued with you to the point where she starts preparing for your visits, because she knows you like to loiter a little longer then you should when Akande sends you. Your body doubling sometimes actually expedites her work on occasion - so it never really bothers him that much.

Moira has eyes like a hawk, and if you’re swept off your feet with annoying requests from the Talon grunts who think they can pester you into doing menial tasks for them, she’s quick to draw a chair out for you and bundle some snacks and drinks into your lap. You playfully tell her she’s warming up to you. She insists it’s nonsense and that you can’t do your job properly if you pass out.

But she never eats the snacks tucked away, nor does she take a drink from the mini fridge for herself. Why would she? They’re for you.

And that’s exactly when she realises she’s been snared. But Moira isn’t upset at it - you’re of no hindrance to her work - so she allows herself to enjoy your company. (And technically shared ownership of a previous lab rabbit named Lucky. If you know, you know)

You don’t help yourself by consistently bringing her a coffee and a neatly decorated cake in the early mornings, dipping your pinkie finger into the cream to steal a taste right out from under her nose. You always drape yourself over her desk just right, nosying in her work while she’s nosying down your shirt.

You’re raising her sugar levels and her blood pressure all at once. And she’s absolutely convinced you’ll be the death of her.

So when you’re then bent over said desk, right skirt hiked up your thighs so she can rip a ladder in your tights when she tugs them down, neatly manicured nails (the colour she let you pick out) digging into the fat of your hips as she traces her tongue over your needy pussy through the pretty purple panties she’s convinced you wore for her - how on Earth can you blame her?

[kiwi-on-ice]

for the ask thing can you answer 9? this is such a cute post

9 - what calms you down?

Honestly having a shower and getting in my comfy pyjamas and getting in bed always calms me down lmao. Also I’m lucky enough to live with my boyfriend so I can just ask him to cuddle me, which usually helps :)

[kiwi-on-ice]

soft asks to get to know people

what song makes you feel better?

what’s your feel-good movie?

what’s your favorite candle scent?

what flower would you like to be given?

who do you feel most you around?

say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

what color brings you peace?

tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good. 

what calms you down?

what’s something you’re excited for?

what’s your ideal date?

how are you?

what’s your comfort food?

favorite feel-good show?

for every emoji you get, tag someone and describe them in one word.

compliment the person who sent you this number.

fairy lights or LED lights?

do you still love stuffed animals?

most important thing in your life?

what do you want most in the world right now?

if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

what would you say to your future self?

favorite piece of clothing?

what’s something you do to de-stress?

what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

what movie would you want to live in?

which character would you want to be?

hugs or hand-holding?

morning, afternoon or night?

what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

[kiwi-on-ice]

Hi everyone :)

Sooooo I’ve made some decisions on going forward with this account and my writing as a whole.

The main one is, I’ve deleted everything in my inbox but have reopened my requests.

Essentially I needed a change, so I’m hoping that some new requests from you all will give me some inspiration! I can’t say when I’ll get to your requests, or in what order, but I’d love to hear any ideas you have, the more specific the better!

I’m gonna try and put less pressure on myself, and write when I want to instead of feeling like I have to :)

Thank you all for your continued support and sweet comments!!!

Love from kiwi xxx

[kiwi-on-ice]

This screams Cole vibes tbh

thsi is literally fucking killing me

[kiwi-on-ice]

IT HAPPENED, ASHE PORN ASHE PORN ASHE PORN <3

“Speak when I’m talking to you girl.” HAD ME KICKING MY FEET, I could hear her saying it omg

Bullseye

Ashe x reader

MINOR DNI fem reader, nsfw, pussy eating, squirting, shitty writing ( idk how to write)

After weeks of begging and begging Ashe to teach you how to shoot a gun, she finally caved and surprised you by taking you to an open firing range.

You stumble back from the unexpected recoil of the gun, nearly dropping the heavy weapon as you lose your footing. Ashe’s laugh draws you away from the riffle to her.

“I thought you said you had it, what happened sweetheart?” She tilts her head with a small curl to her lips, and a teasing tone.

“It’s not funny Ashe!”

You stomp your boot on the ground, kicking up some dirt In the process.

She chuckles

“Alright alright, I’ll help you hon.” Ashe pushes her body off of the wall with a kick of her leg, making her way over to you.

“Firstly, your stance is wrong.” She says, pushing her boot between your legs and separating them; Moving your right leg towards the back, then she pushes your shoulders so that you could lean forward.

“Secondly, you’re not holding it right.” Her body presses up against yours closely. Your ass pressed against her crotch. She places her slender manicured hands over top of where you had placed yours on the gun. She rests the buttstock firmly into your shoulder.

“Place your cheek on the top right here.” She points to the top of the stock. You do as she says. your eyes stare down the middle of the eyepiece . Staring directly at the target.

“Now shoot.” She says, staring at the body shaped target.

You take a quick breath in and pull the trigger. The bullet shoots out and lands near the red circle of the body shaped target. You squeal out happily.

“Ashe I did it!”

“You sure did sugar. Now do it on your own.” She pulls away from you, tapping your ass firmly with her palm. A whimper escapes your lips, the sting from the slap leaves you aching for more of her touch.

Positioning your body the way she had taught you. legs spread, shoulders forward, buttstock firmly in your shoulders. Your eyes narrow on the target once more and you shoot it dead center.

Ashe whistles.

“You learn quick sugar. I outta reward my girl for being such a good listener.” Her arm snakes around your waist and her face dives into your neck. Leaving soft kisses anywhere she placed her lips.

“For being such a good girl.” She continues, extra huskiness added to her southern drawl that had you wishing she’d bend you over and fuck you in the middle of this field. Her words, her tone, her lips, the feeling of her body so closely up against yours, everything about her in this moment between you two stirs something in your core, creating a small damp patch in your panties.

“These damn shorts have been winding me up all damn day, your ass hanging out like that. It’s like you’re asking me to rip them off you and do things we shouldn’t be doing in public.” Ashes soft, loving kisses turn rough and hungry, her hot tounge licks at your pulse point. She chuckles deeply, sharp canines rubbing against the soft skin of your neck. Your thighs rub together searching for friction where you needed it the most.

Ashes hands trail down your stomach and to the hem of the shorts. Her hands making quick work of releasing you. Her fingers snake down the denim and into your panties.

A gaps leaves your mouth when her slender fingers slip between your lips.

“I’ve barely laid a finger on you and you’re this wet already? Do I make you this wet baby?” She coos into your ear, her fingers move in slow, sensual circles around your sensitive clit. Your mouth gapes at the sensation. Finally getting the attention your cunt craved for. Her attention.

“Speak when I’m talking to you girl.” She growls into your ear

“Yes…” you whimper out pathetically. Your mind to preoccupied with the way her fingers made you feel.

“ ‘yes’ what?” She stops her movement.

“Yes ma’am.” You desperately moan out, bucking your hips to get fingers to rub against you again. She continues.

Ashe nibbles on your neck, placing open mouthed kisses along your neck as she continues to rub your clit. Your small pants turn into mewls of pleasure, indicating that you’re close.

“Now you pick up that fucking gun and shoot till you cum. You hear me?” Her voice harsh and sharp, a growl at the back of her throat

“Y-yes ma’am!” You blurt out as you rush to pick up the shot gun.

“Legs wide, shoulders forward, just like we practiced right?” She picks up the pace of her fingers to match your approaching orgasm.

Your hold is shaky but firm on the gun. Crosshair aimed dead enter at the target infront of you. The knock back from the gun vibrates down your spine and to your core, amplifying the pleasure. Bringing you closer to your climax.

“Bullseye.”

Another shot echos through the empty shooting grounds. Your knees buckle as you succumb to your orgasm. Ashes free arm wraps around your abdomen, holding you up.

“Easy hon, easy.” Ashe whisper into your ear comfortingly. Her fingers gently rubbing at your clit helping you ride out the high. She gives you a minute, to catch your breath. Planting a faint kiss on your temple. Once she’s decided you’ve came back to your senses , she pushes your torso onto the small surface area before you. You yelp, not expecting her to have handled you so roughly after she had aided in coming down from your orgasm.

“I ain’t done with you just yet sweetheart, I still haven’t made you weep.” Her sultry voice is enough to make you horny again. She swiftly pulls your shorts down your legs and onto the floor, letting them pool around your boots. She pulls at your lacy thong, stretching it back before letting it go. You jolt at the sting of the elastic slapping your skin. She chuckles and removes her hat, placing it on your head

“Take care of it will ya?” Ashe separates your legs with her boot once more and sinks to her knees and pulls her hair into a tiny pony tail exposing the the small piece of her hair she had shaved off. Her red nails pull down at the thong till they pool around your ankles.

She places kisses on your thighs, showing both of your thighs equal love. Her hands spread your ass cheeks apart, placing a kiss on your cunt before spreading your labias apart. Her mouth waters at the sight of you pussy leaking your cum from the orgasm she gave you 3 minutes ago. She licks a flat strip up, collecting the the dribble of cum into her mouth. Her tounge pokes at your clit before sucking on your sensitive bud, her pointy nose prodding at your hole. One hand holds your thighs while the other squeezes you asscheek.

Your knees close, but Ashe pushes her tatted arm between them and pushes them apart. She pulls away from your pussy to grab air. She’d preferred to keep her mouth on your folds but unfortunately she was human and needed oxygen. Once she takes a quick breather she immediately goes back to her meal. She laps at your slick covered hole, mixing her saliva with your deliciously sweet arousal fluid.

“A-Ashe I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” You moan out, gripping onto the surface, looking down at her over your shoulder.

She pulls away to look up at you, replacing her tongue with her fingers.

“It’s okay baby, cum for me, you’re doing so good my little shooter, you know that?” She coos at you so sweetly. Her mouth returning to where it belonged.

Your overstimulated cunt clenches around nothing, Your mewls turn into guttural moans as you near your second orgasm. Her name spews out of your mouth repeatedly.

Back arched like a cat, your hand gripping the edge of the surface till the tips of your fingers had turned white, while the other holds tightly onto her hat. Making sure it doesnt fall off.

“Mmm fuck! I’m gonna cum! Baby I’m gonna-ah!” Your hips jerk as you let out scream of pleasure. Liquid squirts out of your vagina and onto ashes face, wetting her clothes and hair. You breathe heavily and clutch dearly onto the wood. Her once full face of makeup was ruined. Mascara running down her face, the foundation around her mouth and nose gone, her red lipstick faded and smeared. Your legs and neck showing where it had all gone.

Ashe sat there with wide eye. She wipes her face and groans before sticking her digits in her mouth, tasting you. She laps at her hand like a thirsty kitten does from a bowl.

Her hand grabs at your arm before dragging you down to the floor with her. She lays you flat on your back, placing your legs on her hips leaning over you.

“This ain’t over.”

She slides down devouring you once more.

[kiwi-on-ice]

Listen I know I’m taking a small break from writing but like…I need Ashe guys….

Can someone write a juicy smutty piece about Ashe I’m begging….i’ll settle for a small paragraph at this point, I’m clawing up the walls

Elizabeth Caledonia ‘Calamity’ Ashe please rail me with your strap please please

[kiwi-on-ice]

Hi everyone!!

Wanted to ask my 500 followers (which makes me so giddy to type omg 500 is such a big number i'm staggered) what your fav kinktober entry was?

So i can get a feel as to what you guys liked the most, or if there's any you'd want a continuation of! Either in the comments or my inbox

Thank you!

Kiwi xxx

[kiwi-on-ice]

I'm on my hands and knees begging like a dog for this

nghhh your blog has made me think of the idea of Doomfist giving his assistant to Ramattra as a way of bridging an alliance between Talon and Null sector....Ram using the assistant as a little stress toy......help

Akande knows how to sweeten a deal.

He’s negotiated and bartered with so many powerful men that swaying them comes to be like second nature for him, but this time it’s a little different. This is no man and there’s no greedy human nature Akande can target. There is no weakness.

Your heels clack against the glossy mahogany flooring as you patter beside him, clutching important notices and valuable documents close to your chest like they might fly away. And you’re tittering away with a casualness that he’d let no another agent of his get away with, but Akande isn’t the only one listening.

Ramattra tilted his head with something that could only be described as curiosity. Such a small thing, you were. Surrounded by dangerous killers and meticulous assassins that would exploit your every weakness should you let down your guard, yet you led him through the halls with all the grace and confidence of a pampered feline pet.

Nothing you were saying was of any importance to the omnic, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away, intently listening to every word that fell from your soft, pouty lips. You were valuable to Akande somehow, special in a way that had Ramattra craving a personal insight.

“My assistant will help you get settled in.”

Akande smiles at him, both knowing and smug as he offers him a key to what Ramattra assumes is the room he’ll be staying in. It is then when the omnic realises he’s been caught staring, but Akande only seems all too pleased.

He’d found his bartering chip, squeezed into an all too tight skirt and a low cut blouse.

—

It’s when you take him to the hilt that Ramattra finally decides on his answer.

Such a soft, sweet little thing you are. Panting into the air as he splays a hand onto your lower back, digging his metal fingers into the fat of your hips to drag you down further. Humans, so malleable, so weak, so soft. Your cunt flutters around the silicone of his cock, sucking him impossibly deeper despite the already snug fit.

“Ambitious, aren’t you?” Ramattra snarls, shifting his hips forward to bump the fat tip of his cock deeper, to bully himself into the softest parts of you. You’re whimpering into the satin sheets like a bitch in heat and it urges him to break you, to cup the soft pudge of your tummy and force himself as deep as he could ever possibly go.

Ramattra had little need for pleasures of the flesh, but there was something all too gratifying about watching you urge yourself on something much too big for you to take. For someone so insignificant, Ramattra was all too tempted to indulge in you, after all, you’d all but been handed over to him on a silver platter.

“Please..” You whine, your begging quickly silenced by a powerful pump of his hips, the cables attached to his head falling past his shoulders in disheveled waves. He wants to tear into your softness. Bury himself inside you and never come back out. He’d give Akande all of the resources he could want just for a few extra minutes between your plush thighs.

He all but cackles, the noise deep and synthetic as he watches your cunt flutter greedily around him. Ramattra pins you down by the back of your neck, revelling in your heat as it bleeds into his hands, warming the metal when he thumbs your nape in a soothing manner.

“Come on my cock, little assistant,” He purrs, his voice staticky with want, “And I will reward your excellence.”

[kiwi-on-ice]

i just wanna say how amazing you did with kinktober it made me look forward to each day <33

omg you're so sweet! Thank you!! I'm so so so happy when i get comments like this, thank you! <3

[kiwi-on-ice]

Hey kiwi! I remember you had a list back then stating works before kinktober started, will you be posting them? Im lowkey excited to read them and ive been waiting. Its fine if not, i just wanted to know ^^

Im having a little break from writing after kinktober (i feel like I’ve been on smut overload aha and not to mention I have uni work) so I’m gonna have to give you an unclear answer I’m afraid.

I’ll either do the ones on that list, or I’ll open my requests to hopefully get some new inspiration.

Sorry for not being able to give you a clear answer :(

[kiwi-on-ice]

im gonna miss waking up each day to a new kinktober from you 😔😔 i hope you had a fun kinktober!!

Awe you’re a sweetheart, I’m glad you enjoyed!!!

[kiwi-on-ice]

Halloween couples costumes with Overwatch men + women with fem!reader

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Not fully smut but definitely nsfw elements in some

Notes: Happy Halloween!! <3 and thank you all so much for your support throughout kinktober, it’s been stressful but so fun! Hope you all have a spooky day, love from kiwi xx

Women:

Ashe:

Inspired by @ovwechoes she’d definitely love to go as Poison Ivy, with you as her Harley Quinn, buying you both the best quality costumes. Makes the perfect distraction, people are too busy staring at you both unashamedly to notice her gang pick-pocketing them and robbing a few shops before you disappear into crowd of costumes.

She buys you Harley's original jester outfit (the tight leather has her blushing just a little, as her hand won’t be able to help wandering over your curves). She wears a green corset, with tights and gloves that feel so lovely to the touch, complete with fake leaves that go around her. Every time your eyes go to her cleavage, she tilts your chin up with a teasing smirk, telling you ‘my eyes are up here, sugar.’

Junker Queen:

Loves Halloween, she’d definitely want to dress SCARY. Would want to see the slight fear on people’s faces, so she goes as a vampire. But she whites out her face, putting red contacts in her eyes, and covers herself in fake blood. She looks horrifyingly sexy, in a tight black outfit fitted with a cloak, and even fake fangs.

When she shows you your costume…or lack thereof you’re confused. But then with glee she tells you that you’re clearly the vampire’s plaything, the tasty morsel she drags around. That’s why you’re in a short white nightdress, with lacy stockings and garters. She paints red marks on your neck and wrists like you’ve been bitten (and even offers to leave some real marks, for the sake of realism of course)

Kiriko:

Another one who loves Halloween, and you both scroll through Pinterest for hours collecting ideas before you decide on what to wear to the Halloween party you’d been invited to.

You go as Daphne and Velma, and you both do a coin toss to decide who gets who. She gets Daphne, dressing in a tight purple dress with white go-go boots, whereas you get an orange jumper and red skirt, with some black rimmed glasses to complete it.

Kiriko insists on pulling up your long socks for you, kissing up your leg to tease you. You get her back though, running your hands down her dress under the guise of smoothing it down, so you can feel her up. On second thoughts…maybe you both are gonna be late for the party.

Mercy:

Surprisingly can be a little self conscious about dressing up, despite how much she actually loves it. So having you also be enthusiastic helps her a lot. You show her lots of pictures, but she seems the most curious about Kim Possible and Shego. You assume she wants to be Kim, but you couldn’t be more wrong.

So on the night, your jaw drops to the floor when you see her in the skintight black and green body suit, blonde hair tucked away underneath a curled black wig. She looks stunning, as she tells you she wanted to dress as the opposite of how she normally presents, an angel into a demon so to speak.

But when she holds your waist where your black crop top ends, your knees almost buckle out how gorgeous she is. And it makes your eyes wander to attempt to find how exactly she zipped it up…

Moira:

She’d laugh at you teasingly for how much you want to match with her, but she allows you to pick her costume. For once, you can dress her up like your own doll, and dress her you do.

You pick Rapunzel and Flynn rider, with you wearing a shorter version of her purple dress, with a dainty crown, and her in as close to the film’s costume as you can. You practically drool as you see her (and you’ll probably have to show her the film, since she’s clueless as to who she’s meant to be)

Although afterwards, she’ll make teasing comments about ‘stealing’ your heart away before grabbing your crown and holding it above your head, delighting when you attempt to jump and grab it.

Sombra:

Oh man she loves Halloween; and you both go all out every year. This year, she gets the idea to do beetlejuice and Lydia. She creates a ‘sexy’ beetlejuice outfit, with the black and white striped jacket and top, with a short skirt and sheer tights. She does her makeup gorgeously, with a black smokey eye and matching lipstick, painting green patches on her face just like the film. You have to forcibly stop yourself from ogling her, before she shows you your costume.

It’s Lydia’s red wedding dress, but cut shorter which makes you roll your eyes playfully. She insists on doing your makeup for you, giving her an excuse to get close to your face so she can paint the red lipstick precisely.

Tracer:

When you both are invited to the Overwatch halloween party, she knows that she wants to do a matching costume with you. She's a pretty crafty person, so she makes it from scratch for you both.

You're Cosmo and Wanda, with Lena having made little headbands that have a crown on top, as well as a star magic wand. You wear a wig, but Lena surprised you by actually dyeing her hair, making you giggle when she emerges from the bathroom with a goofy grin. All throughout the party, you both pretend to grant other people their wishes, having a blast.

Widowmaker:

While she loves Halloween before she was experimented on, now she looks at it slightly different. Despite her usual outfits, she feels less desirable than she did before, her blue skin something she can’t seem to get past.

But she wants to move past it, for you at least, so she agrees to dress up as whatever you’d like. You dress her as marceline, with you as princess bubblegum. She laughs at the slightly juvenile outfit choices, but she can’t deny you look just lovely in your pink dress, and she can’t help but fiddle with the crown on your head. You tell her breathlessly that she looks beautiful, and she gives you a teasing spin. That night you both are practically joined at the hip, and hey if her hand slips down a few times, who’s gonna stop her?

Zarya:

She’s a little shy about dressing up. When you approach the subject about you both having a couple theme, she’s hesitant. After all, there’s not a lot of buff women in media in general, so she’s afraid of looking a little silly wearing a costume for a character that doesn’t look like her. Despite all your reassurances, you know it’s something you won’t be able to shift her on, so you get a better idea.

Booting your game console up, you make her play the last of us with you, and as soon as she sees Abby, you know your plan worked. So you both rock up to the overwatch party and Abby and Ellie, grinning as the fake blood you applied to her face really makes her eyes pop.

Men:

Baptiste:

It was while you both were doing a movie marathon that you mention the upcoming overwatch Halloween party. You both happened to be watching blade, and after remarking how hot you think he’d look in leather, the idea is sealed.

You knew you were right when you finally saw his costume, the black leather making him look alluring and dangerous. You were dressed as Abigail from the sequel, a crop top squeezing your chest and a fake bow and arrow strapped to your back. As you make your feelings known, he pulls you to his chest and whispers the filthiest things you’ve ever heard before teasingly winking at you, explaining that the taxi is waiting outside. It’s gonna be a long party…

Cole Cassidy:

Jokingly suggests you going as the cowgirl to his cowboy, but you pout and tell him you want to go as an actual costume, which includes him dressing up. He has a think, and having just watched death note with Genji, suggests Light and Misa. You beam and start to prepare the outfit on your phone, and he sighs in relief that you didn’t seem to pick up on the fact he suggested it so he can see how you look in the ensemble.

And god is it worth the wait, when you come out wearing that black corset, stockings barely reaching your plush thighs as you give him a spin that nearly has you flashing him with how short the skirt is. Although you’re just as affected, seeing him in a nicely pressed white suit and tie, strong hands clutching a fake copy of the death note. He insists on making you sit in his lap, running his hand up the corset to feel the material, before you feel just how much he likes how you look.

Doomfist:

Hadn’t even thought about Halloween, too busy to have spared it a passing glance. So in the days leading up to the holiday, you both realise that you need to sort out a costume. You’re a little stumped, but he has an idea.

Men in black was always one of his guilty pleasure films, and dressing in a suit and sunglasses was certainly easy. Although seeing you in a tight suit he’d had custom made for your measurements was certainly making his thoughts stray as you arrive. The whole night, he keeps making excuses for you to dance with him, drink with him, be with him.

Genji:

Secretly a massive nerd, has several costumes he wants to try. But he finally settles on spider-man, thinking it’ll be more identifiable than the other obscure costumes he has in mind.

He shows you his idea for you, and is delighted when you agree, and dress up as spider-gwen, tight white outfit exentuating your body and making his heart rate increase. All throughout the overwatch party, he’ll teasingly pull down the hood of your costume to get your attention. But with each playful glare you give him back, he has to force himself to not get too flustered, thinking about you giving him that glare while climbing into his lap…

Hanzo:

He initially scoffs at the concept of dressing up, seeing it as a childish activity. But he can’t seek to deny his beloved of anything, not when you look up at him with puppy eyes and beg so prettily for him to share this experience with you.

That’s how he finds himself looking at the mirror, observing him dressed as the phantom of the opera. He tries not to be a prideful man in terms of vanity, opting to focus his pride on his skills, not his looks. But he can’t deny he looks good tonight, the mask covering half his face making him look like a mysterious danger, but not one someone would shy away from. And when he sees you as Christine, your white dress glistening in the low light, he takes the opportunity to hold your hand in his gloved one and plant a kiss upon the back of it seductively. He may not be a man who emphasises his seductive qualities, but he doesn’t mind playing the part for tonight at least.

Junkrat:

Loves dressing up! Or to be more specific, loves you dressing up. Always gets off on seeing you in some sort of cosplay or costume, but you also want to see him dressed up for a change, so it's your idea to come to a compromise that'll effect you both.

After doing his makeup, and forcing him into the outfit you bought him (he thinks it's scratchy, but he'll bare it for you), you turn him to the mirror to see you've dressed him as Captain Jack Sparrow. He laughs manically when he sees himself, doing a crude voice impression to make you giggle too. You excuse yourself to the other room to put your costume on, and when you come back in dressed as Elizabeth Swan, specifically in her pirate costume, he practically drools like a puppy.

Lifeweaver:

Is delighted that you want to do a matching couple costume with him, and when you tell him your idea, he’s overjoyed.

You choose Morticia and Gomez Addams, explaining that how Gomez treats Morticia is how he treats you, so it fits! And when he gets the costume on, dear god. You love him in it, the dark colours a contrast to the usual colour palette he has.

And wow, when you come out in the tight fitting black dress, he nearly collapses. He immediately does a reference to the movie, grabbing your hand and kissing up your arm to your neck, finally to your ruby lips. You both go where you’ve been invited, but he whispers promises in your ear that tonight, he’ll ravage you in the way a gorgeous woman like you deserves.

Lucio:

Loves Halloween!! Loves the spookiness!! If anything, he’s the one to suggest a couple costume. Wants something with makeup and sfx and gore and guts and everything.

You both go as zombies, and you go all out on the disgusting makeup. When you walk the streets on the way to your party, people actually cross the street to avoid you both, something you giggle at as soon as they’re out of earshot. But to tease him, you decided to have your zombie wear tight denim shorts, so the whole time you both are partying and having fun, he has to train his eyes to look at the fake blood spattered over your cheeks as opposed to how delicious your ass looks.

Mauga :

Any excuse for a good time, he’s down, so he lets you control his costume. But he says he wants something comfortable, doesn’t want anything that’ll hinder him. So you give him a plaid shirt and jeans, telling him the mask will be the main focus. He’s a little confused at the wolf mask you give him, but you tell him to sit tight and wait until you return.

And when you do…it’s almost like he gets into character with the way he growls at the sight. You’re wearing a red riding hood outfit, corset perfectly exemplifying your figure as the frilled white shirt shows off just enough cleavage to leave him wanting more. With his big hands, he gently takes the red hood and moves it from your head, before lifting you into his arms for a kiss. All throughout the party, his eyes are firmly on you, making sure nobody gets any ideas to play with his girl. And afterwards well…he shows you just how beastly he can be.

Reaper:

Doesn’t care for dressing up, so you attempt to bribe him by saying he can just wear his normal mercenary outfit but change the mask.

And when you pull out the scream mask, he isn’t a fool. He knows what you’re doing as he slips it on, and your cheeks immediately flush at the sight. He leans into it, walking over to you before crowding you against the door, placing his hand by the side of your head and tilting his own as he asks in his raspy voice ‘do you like scary movies?’

After that…well, you both are very much late to the talon Halloween gathering, you hadn’t even gotten your costume on yet. You quickly had dressed up, but all the while his hands were around your waist, trying to convince you to ditch the party and instead have a round two with him <3

Reinhardt:

Another one who’s delighted that you want to do a couples costume, thinks it’s so cute of you to ask. But he also takes it as a competition. You both have to be the best dressed!

You both spend ages discussing ideas before you settle on one that he likes. In all honesty, you’re surprised he could actually find a Batman costume that actually fit his huge frame. But still, he looks amazing, the dark costume emphasising his muscles.

But my god when he sees you as catwoman, curves squeezed into tight leather, his knees nearly give way. Huge hands immediately wrap around your waist, brain racing a mile a minute as he attempts to compliment you in a way that doesn’t sound crude. Please tell him you don’t mind…but he fears your costume will end up ripped if you enable him too much.

Bonus venture time:

Venture:

Obviously they're excited when you tell them you want to do a couple costume...until you pull out your phone. Then they're rolling their eyes playfully and passionately explaining 'actually babe, Indiana Jones is a very poor representation of an archaeologist! I mean he doesn't even do desk based assessments before partaking in an excavation-'

But you're convincing, so that's how on Halloween night you're feeling up their muscles over the tight brown leather jacket, before playfully flicking the hat atop their head. You're dressed as Lara Croft, the tank top pushing your tits enough that their eyes are practically glued to your chest.

Although they need to get you both to the party, so they playfully get their fake whip and wrap it around your waist, dragging you out the door as you erupt in a fit of giggles.

[kiwi-on-ice]

Kinktober 2024 day 31: Strap Ons with Zarya

Fem reader, NSFW 18+

Also contains slight size kink

“Zarya…” you whimper, bucking back into her fingers with a desperate need as the water trickles down your skin. The shower temperature had been turned down a little at your request, but the horniness that’s overtaking your senses means everything feels too hot.

“I know I know…I just need to make sure you’re prepared. You didn’t pick a small one you know.” She says with a soft chuckle, currently two fingers deep inside your cunt. Her other hand braces on the tiles of your bathroom. After a few more pumps of her digits, she pulls out, before grabbing some lube from the shelf that contains your hair products.

“Remember to breathe darling, I know you have a tendency to forget.” She remarks teasingly, and you laugh softly. You turn a little to watch as she lubes up the dildo strapped to her via harness, the shower water hitting her back. Truly a vision, your eyes go to her wet hair, the pink now dark with the moisture as it clings to her face. Her features are set in a line of concentration, and your eyes just about make it to her impressive muscles before you feel the head of the toy breaching you.

With a soft whimper, you relax yourself, allowing her to push the toy deeper and deeper into your dripping pussy. God you really had been ambitious, picking a dildo on the larger size of your shared collection of sex toys. The overconfidence when you selected it seems to disintegrate the more her hips push in, your hole stretching to accommodate the girth.

“Doing so well for me.”

At her praise, a gentle moan escapes you, giving you the willpower you need to slightly push back against her, eyes rolling back. Soon, she bottoms out inside of you, all seven inches of the dildo nestled in your cunt. The feeling is intense, so full and so stretched, but you feel her strong arms wrap around your waist, and the safety envelops you like a blanket.

“Such a good girl.” She whispers in your ear, so quietly and earnestly you almost lose the words due to the running water from the shower head. But still you smile dopily, before she pulls back and slowly pushes back in. She repeats the motion a few times, getting you used to the feeling.

“I can take it.” You say shakily, nails scratching at the tiles.

A groan escapes her at your words, before she starts to slowly fuck you. “Yes you can…yes you can.”

You moan, clenching around the fake cock in pleasure as she keeps dragging it along your walls. Of all the pleasures Zarya has given you, and she’s certainly given you many, her fucking you like this has always been your favourite.

Something about the way she does it, the way she has so much power in her body but she restrains herself in order to please you. She’s never hurt you, much too careful for that, and you whimper at the devotion you feel practically leaking from her hips with each deep thrust.

“Yes…more.” You say desperately, chasing that feeling that makes your eyes cross.

With another chuckle, she speeds up, fucking into you with conviction now. You feel as if the wind is being knocked out of you with every movement, your girlfriend really churning your insides in the best way.

“I could fuck you forever.” She groans, pulling your asscheeks apart so she can observe her fake cock moving in and out. The way your pussy clenches each time she pulls out, like it doesn’t want her to leave, makes her own cunt throb with desire.

She finally wraps a hand around to play with your clit, the dual sensation pushing you closer and closer to the edge. As more whiney noises pour from your throat, she doubles down and fucks you impossibly deeper.

You swear you can feel her in your stomach as her fingers rub fast circles into your swollen nub, your cheek now smushed against the cold bathroom tiles. Barely able to choke out a warming, you’re cumming on the toy with a squeal, and she makes sure to fuck you through it.

Eventually she pulls out, both of you panting in exertion. With soothing hands she caresses your waist before reaching to turn the shower off.

“I’ll grab you a towel beloved, and we’ll get you nice and dry. Then I think I can give you another orgasm before bed.”

You barely have time to process her words before she’s picking you up and carrying you out of the shower, and you decide that she’s right. She probably can give you another one.