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Listen I know I talk a lot about Doomfist and Reader who’s sweet and bubbly and his complete opposite, but I also really fucking love the idea of him with someone who’s absolutely feral. Gives him a run for his money type shit.

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Your first meeting isn’t exactly all rainbows and sunshine - you’re tearing through his menial grunts like butter for even stepping foot in your way, blood splattering your cheek in a manner that was much too flattering to even be considered sane in any way. If anyone gets too close you snap. You bite. It’s a ferocity that lures Akande in despite the old phrase Moira used to drone - curiosity killed the cat.

You’re deceptively tough, damn near scratching his eye out once he’d subdued you with the crackling, heavy weight of his gauntlet. A scrappy little thing with nothing to lose. He could give you so much more, your drive, your ambition, it could be harnessed and brought to its full potential under his guide.

And so he brings you in. Much like a stray you stick close to his heels, snapping and recoiling at anyone who wasn’t him, even then, your walls still held firm and high around Akande. It took a long while for you to become any semblance of tame - to be the pristine hound held by the loop of your spiked collar - but even then you were keen and sharp. You were perfect.

Someone like him didn’t need watchdogs or guard hounds, but Akande lets you hover. Lets you sit in wait in the darkness behind him until you skulk out in search of attention. He lets you come to him. He lets you curl up in his lap during the dark evenings, lets you bite harsh marks into his skin and scratch up his back. You were convinced you could go without him until suddenly you could not - your mannerisms all clashing teeth and passionate hands. He got exactly what he wanted.

Curiosity may have killed the cat - but satisfaction brought it back.

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Tag ur nsfw pls

All my posts usually have some sort of tag indicating the nsfw! Usually either tagged with ‘smut, suggestive, mature’ in that order. Like this:

If that’s not what you’re looking to see I suggest filtering your tags :>

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overwatch men react to you doing the ‘fake bj prank’ 🫦

Reinhardt pulls an almost adorably curious face when you suddenly drop to your knees in front of him, his mouth open in a small ‘o’ that soon turns into an excited grin once he catches sight of you tying up your hair. His hand instinctively comes to his belt - his cock growing stiff and heavy within moments, although his joy deflates almost instantaneously when you stand back up after ‘finding’ your ‘lost’ hairpin. He covers himself with a nearby sofa cushion and waves you off when you giggle and ask why he’s blushing.

Cassidy immediately gets comfortable, he knows the drill. Stubs out his cigar as quick as a flash and all but slams his Peacekeeper on the table beside him. It’s only when he realises you’re actually reaching for something you’d ‘dropped’ on the floor and not ripping his belt off wildly with your teeth does he stand there like an absolute melon. Don’t even ask him about it because he’ll simply lower his hat in shame and mourn over the loss of his cigar. That was Cuban. But you both know he’d forgo many more just for the chance of your perfect lips around his thick cock.

Genji is actually surprisingly hard to prank. If you try to ‘drop’ something or go to pick something up directly in front of him he’s much too quick to do it for you. Always the gentleman, but it grew almost annoying being unknowingly outsmarted by him every time. You had to get real creative with it - kneeling low and close to fiddle with the loops of his trousers gets him spluttering and looking around wildly for someone in the halls, before you pat his thigh and rise with a smile, claiming the new belt you’d got him looks so nice on. He’s adorably confused for a minute, before he mentally vowed to get you back. Although, you fear he may not get the point of the prank because you definitely had the best orgasm of your life after he was done with you. Sigh it’s the little things.

Hanzo raises a brow to you when you slide smoothly to your knees, your hands bundling your hair up until it’s tied back neatly. His back is stiffening the moment any part of you grazes his thigh and he instinctively reaches out to smooth the stray hair that escaped your grasp, the other hand settling upon the button of his waistcoat until…you’re giggling? And he sits back with a small embarrassed huff at his eagerness, a blush settling high on his sharp cheekbones. You pepper kisses all over his face to make it up to him and his fickle pride, which only makes him flush darker. He won’t stay mad for long, but similar to his brother - he’ll plan on getting even. Usually in the form of overstimulating you until you’re teary-eyed and whining or not letting you cum at all :-)

Junkrat is tittering with excitement the moment you walk into the room, let alone your little prank. As soon as you even try to get near him he’s jumping your bones and growling some nasty shit in your ear - you should have known that his insatiable nature would interfere with this. Oh well, might as well indulge him, hm? You don’t even get your dues either - as he’s too busy shimmying your trousers down your hips so he can get his daily taste of that pretty little cunt you were hiding away from him for so long.

Reaper is…not really the type of man you’d like to prank, but who says you’re any type of normal. It’s why he likes you. He won’t even let you finish your little prank because he knew what you were playing at from the start. He thumbs your head with his clawed gauntlet, a growling laugh low in his chest as his heavy cock rests on your face, pulsing hotly against your skin. Hey - you got yourself into this, but service him well enough and he’ll let you cum this time. Maybe? Who knows. He did like your attempt though! You should try and prank him more often if this is the outcome.

Lucio almost has a heart attack when you get to your knees - he had a concert due in ten minutes! But his cock betrays his best interest when it twitches to life and with ashamed (but not rly) delight he goes to fiddle with his trousers only to find…you were licking your thumb and wiping a smudge off of him. The poor guy actually almost beats himself up about assuming what you’re down there for until you explain to him with little giggles between kisses. You have a little something planned after his concert to cheer him up anyways.

Baptiste is like the largest gentleman at heart, so when you even dare squat down to even try and prank him he’s manhandling you so he can eat your pussy first. It gets weirdly competitive when you try to insist on it (so you can perform your epic awesome prank) so now you’re just 69ing. Wrong method right execution? You can’t really find yourself too bothered with Baptiste’s talented tongue deep in your cunt and his cock buried down your throat. Later, maybe. A man who insists his woman cums comes first is a man. Period.

Lifeweaver is too sweet about it to the point it might rot your fucking teeth out. It almost pains you to prank him because you just wanna suck the soul out of him through his dick. He doesn’t even blink when you’re ducking between his legs, or dropping things on purpose because he’ll just fucking help you pick them up. It’s almost infuriating so you instead take your frustrations out on actually blowing him instead. Niran palms your cheek with hands softer than aloe, his cock bulging your cheek as you swallow him deeper. Curse him and his magical body. You just wanna lick him all over.

Sigma is an intelligent man. You know it, he knows it, the ants on the ceiling probably fucking know it. That being said - he was convinced he’d memorised all of your mannerisms completely. So when he pushed back from his desk to greet you and you immediately dropped to your knees, bundling your hair up, he was happy to make quick work of his slacks. He is both humbled and down-crested to find it was a prank. He bundles you into his lap, murmuring nothings to you in Dutch. It’s enough to convince you to make it up to him - to warm his long cock with your perfect cunt while he works. Perfect. Try not to squirm…too much.

Roadhog yeah that ain’t gonna work on him. Not only does he have a sixth sense for when you (or Rat) are up to mischief, he also knows that you know he much prefers your sweet little pussy to your mouth. He thinks it’s worthy of a little punishment. Nothing too big, just something to keep you walking funny for a few days. (Good luck.)

Ramattra is very much accustomed to your human oddities by now, he’s grown tolerant of you (dare I say fond) enough to be unbothered by whatever you do. Treat him like a giant climbing frame for all he cares, you couldn’t make a dent. He knows exactly what you’re up to, and only when you’re whining for a scrap of his attention does he give it to you. Poor, sweet little human, begging for him? He’ll give you exactly what you crave, but you must remember that you asked for this when the silicone of his cock is buried impossibly deep in your tiny cunt, his cold, metal fingers splayed across the small of your back as he tuts down at you. Squirm all you want, Ramattra insists on taking his time with you.

Mauga won’t let you get off that easy either. He watches you go down with a grin that could rival the sharks back at Samoa. Watching you come back up has that smile dropping and an almost evilly mischievous glint appear in his eyes that has your panties just a tiny bit wet. In retrospect it was a good idea to prank him. In truth, when he has his fat, veiny cock buried down your throat and his meaty fingers deep inside of your cunt? It was a great idea. 10/10. In fact you should do it again.

Doomfist knows something is up the moment you tie your hair up because usually he just holds it back for you while he fucks your fac—oh. He quirks a brow at your giggles, but it’s not long until you’re quickly silenced. He soon has you riding his thigh with an intense desperation in your eyes as he thumbs your lip, cooing mockingly at the wet spot on his expensive suit trousers from where he’d kept you there so long. You cum when he thinks you’ve made it up to him, which might be a while, considering how much Akande seemed to be enjoying this, his chest reverberating with every pleased rumble. You’d think twice again next time about pranking the leader of Talon. (Probably…not.)

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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.

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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.

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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, tight 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?

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https://www.tumblr.com/letternotekisses/766961785199886336/hello-this-is-a-longshot-saving-life-call-i-am

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https://www.tumblr.com/mangocheesecakes/751109520094281728/chiefarcadedreammer-giftedheartgiver

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previously they called themself Verian and linked to a paypal account under the name Niccollate Sheridan, as archived here: https://archive.ph/Q8kVC

here they call themself Sadiya Vivian Shamim, and the linked paypal account says Sadiya Shamim: https://archive.ph/udj2t

and here is an archive of their previous blog, diabeticpandemjckryptonite, where they call themself Peter Shimbir: https://archive.ph/3iLDH

would you mind deleting their scam from your blog, or clearly labeling it as a scam so it doesn't spread to others? in the future, please remember you can use the tumblr search box to search the username/paypal account name/text used by people asking for money to check if they’ve been verified or proven to be a scammer

omg I didn’t know, I’ll remove it right away

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Hey do you write for the female characters too? Or just the men? I just wanted to be sure so I don’t accidentally make you uncomfy with an ask you don’t want to do :)

i definitely do write for the girlies 🫶

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If there’s one thing you should never do - it’s make a bet with someone like Mauga.

It was a stupid decision to promise him absolutely anything he could ever want if he beat you. You should have seen the dangerous glint lurking in the crimson of his eyes, the grin curling his lips when he shook your hand - you should’ve declined his offer in the first place.

Note to self - never prank your boss to win a bet. Not only did you lose said bet, but Akande had you on desk duty, too.

Although, you don’t find yourself hating the repercussions all that much. It’s almost hard to stay mad at Mauga when he’s smoothing his palm over your exposed belly, his fingers occasionally dipping down to tease the band of your underwear while he busies his mouth with the plush flesh of your tits.

He makes his way down at an uncharacteristically slow pace, his sharp canines grazing your gentle flesh as he presses open-mouth kisses down your body. Your eyes flit down to find his staring right back at you - a dangerous hunger in his gaze that almost has you kicking your panties off yourself.

Mauga’s hair trails his shoulders when he leans to hook his thumbs into your waistband, pocketing that souvenir for later before he parts your legs, spreading you wide so he can get a good look at you. He opens you up for him, like he’s unwrapping the best birthday gift in the world.

“D’aw, look at that.” He purrs, his head dipping between your thighs to trace his tongue over your cunt. “Soaked. Just f’me?”

Your head is dizzy, pussy clenching painfully around nothing. Mauga’s voice not at all helping your terminal case of horny when all you want is something thick and hard filling you up. He hoists you down his bed by the ankles so that he can sling your legs over his shoulders, grinning down at you in a malicious way that told you that you were likely leaving this room with a limp of some sorts.

“Make the most of it,” You huff, trying to remain indifferent despite the incessant throb between your legs, “After this, I’m never making another bet with you again.”

Somehow you both know that’s a lie.

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Hello, I apologize for bothering you, and I hope you’re well. Unfortunately, I’m not. Please imagine yourself in my position: three months ago, we emerged from the rubble of our home. I lost my grandfather and aunt, and my father sustained serious injuries with shrapnel lodged in his chest; he needs surgery. My mother is suffering from severe back pain. As the eldest, I am now responsible for my family, and we have lost our source of income due to the war.

We have no money for food, drink, or treatment. We didn’t take anything from our home, and now we sleep in a tent, shivering from the cold, without clothes or blankets. I go to a distant place to access the internet to ask for help. Please don’t let me down; even $20 would help me immensely. I carry the weight of my mother, father, and siblings on my shoulders...

https://chuffed.org/project/113891-help-lana-trough-these-dark-days-in-gaza

^^

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i have a crush on the way you write

i have a crush on u tf come here and kiss me

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I'm so obsessed with your assistant au omgg

anon I was SO down bad for doomfist that this au had to become a thing. im super glad you enjoy it cuz there’s more to come😋

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Rienheart post???? Omg loving it that dilf doesn't get enough love!!!

u know what anon you’re so right😔✋almost brings a tear to my eye (although that might just be the olbus inhaler stuck in my nose - don’t ask)

if you’re looking for a good rein fic then i recommend going through @/kiwi-on-ice’s recent kinktober - she has a BOMB ass rein blindfold fic! and ofc i will continue to write for my gigantic german husband and NOBODY can stop me!!!!!

thanks for liking my thoughts pookie dis is us rn

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talon!assistant reader taking Akande with her to go shopping for cute little bras and panties, maybe even some lingerie! he offered to pay, of course, trailing behind her as she patters through the aisles of expensive garments, tittering and gasping over how cute everything is

not only does Akande trail behind her with his hands clasped behind his back, appearing indifferent even when he sweeps half a rack into her basket because he likes the look of lace on her, he even offers to help her choose between the ones she’d picked, putting his huge, warm hand on the small of her back to guide her gently over to the changing rooms

she models for him, of course. and he sits spread-legged in the posh waiting room chair, expensive slacks indented by the heavy straining of his erection against his thigh

he ends up soldiering impatiently into the changing room, crowding her up against the wall so he can fuck her rough and hard against the mirror, crimping the red lace of the lingerie she was modelling by grabbing her tits too harshly

he simply chucks a wad of cash at the poor soul behind the till on the way out, buttoning up his white suit jacket as his pretty and oddly flustered looking assistant limps along beside him, her bag filled to the brim with pricy bras and underwear

he’s a gentleman at heart, though. and Akande escorts her into his limousine with a crook of his arm, before he orders the driver to put up the screen so he can finger her pretty pussy on the way back home<3

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lol i just KNOW reinhardt is a titty man

that dude comes home from a particularly rough day and crawls into the armchair you’re sat on which groans under the addition of his heavy weight, and he just buries his face into ur titties, sighing like the weight of the world has left his shoulders while u chuckle softly, not even looking up from ur book

he likes how soft they r too. always cupping em and squeezing them and thumbing over your nipples through ur tank top 😋 sucks hickies into the plush flesh of them too. he’s gotta show the girls some love!!!

i know his old ass prints out nudes or candids you’ve sent him too (or he keeps polaroids) ones of you with your breasts smushed against a wall or a desk, or ones where you’re cupping them teasingly, looking into the cameras flash with an equally evil and angelic look on ur face. he keeps them in his old ass wallet that’s practically falling apart, it’s like a really old brown leather one but he insists that it’s held his money (and valuables wink wink) well for him over the years so he won’t replace it

sigh idk man just boob thoughts today. I know his hands are big and warm and just a little rough. #needthat

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You huff - a soft exhale that puffs your chest out like a hen with its feathers ruffled - and Roadhog's head swivels to face you, the blank stitching of his mask staring you straight down in a way that usually had you silenced within seconds. Most of the time you'd back down, eager to have him reward you for your good behaviour when you would submit and roll over onto your back like the good little bitch you were.

But today isn’t one of those days, and Mako reckons you'll be coming on soon, seeing as you were practically fighting with his belt to get at his cock underneath, pawing and palming at his heavy balls through his boxers. He oughta teach you a lesson or two. Or knock you up, considering how badly you wanted to take him raw.

You pull him free from his underwear, and he throbs hotly in your palm, your fingers unable to meet around the sheer size of it. Roadhog grunts, an raspy wheeze leaving his chest that made the rippling layer of fat and muscle on his chest tense sporadically.

"That all f'me?" He rumbles, tugging down your panties to shove a thick finger between your legs. His meaty digit drags through your folds to feel the mess you'd made while his thumb busies with circling your clit, "How sweet."

Your cheeks grow warm when you realise just how wet you were, but you don't dwell on the matter when Roadhog suddenly sinks his ring finger into your cunt and you clench needily around it, the stretch pleasant and filling you better than your own fingers ever could manage. His free hand smooths over your exposed belly, the weathered skin of his palms coming to cup your soft tits. You almost double over, moaning softly, but Mako is always there to catch you, whether you'd been a brat or not.

"Roadie," You whine, and he cocks his head at the usage of his nickname, content with watching you squirm on his fingers while you try to spit out your words. "C'mon and fuck me already."

You squeal when he gives your ass a harsh smack, the flesh there would definitely be sore come tomorrow, but he was already palming the flesh to soothe it and you were already too horny to think when he barked a laugh and rasped down at you.

"You want me t'break that little pussy?" Mako grunts harshly, reminding you painfully of the sheer size difference between you as he scissors you open, your thighs shaking like leaves from his fingers alone. Your slick is coating your thighs and his hand, but he won't fuck you until he thinks you're ready. He gives your ass an appreciative pat, gentler than before as he murmurs into your ear gruffly. "You'll take what I give ya."

Your squirming only invites him to stroke rougher circles over your clit, over and over in a torturous pace until he makes you finish with a gush of fluid that coats his fingers in a slick sheen. Your brain is like soup when he pulls his thick digits free and uses your cum as lubricant to slick up his erection, the tip slapping wetly against his stomach when he pauses to manhandle you into his expansive lap.

Mako's cock twitches against your soft tummy, the weight of it alone intimidating, and you never get used to seeing how deep it appears to go. He could very easily hold you up with his own strength, but he preferred the fun in watching you convince yourself that you could take it all in one go.

Your fingers guide the fat tip through your folds deftly, and Roadhog reaches down to spread your cunt wider, nudging himself against your hole with an eager wheeze. Massive hands then move to grab your hips hungrily, kneading the doughy flesh as you sink downwards.

It's a snug fit. You feel every throb, every twitch of him as he bullies himself inside your wet cunt, and your walls cling to him, sucking him in deeper like they'd missed him. He twitches harshly, dribbling pre-cum inside your warm pussy.

"Oh, God." You breathe, feeling like he'd just buried himself deep inside your stomach, but you were nothing if not a little spitfire that was determined to take his thick fucking cock all the way to the hilt.

Roadie only rasped, laughing at your breathy attempts while he mused over how he was going to fold you in half later, how he was going to sink himself balls deep and breed your cunt until you whine and claw at the meat of his back. Until you grew fat and full with his cum.

He'd dump your birth control too, while he was at it. With his plans for you, he'd doubt you'd need it (or want it) anymore.

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i think green is my colour 😌

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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.

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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.”