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imagine being on a night out and bumping back into ex-fling! mauga who’s all too happy to reminisce on old times with you, even going as far as to buy you a few cocktails he’d remembered that you liked, how nice!

surely he didn’t already know you were at this club though, right? there was something awfully devious in that grin of his, his sharp teeth glinting under the strobe lights, and a little voice at the back of your head tells you this is probably not a good idea..

still, what’s the harm? he still makes you laugh just like he used to, still covers the table corner with his palm when you bend down…still undresses you with his eyes makes sure you know it

which is why when you wake up in his bed again the next morning, trying to tiptoe out with wobbly legs and your heels in hand and coming across him cooking you breakfast in the kitchen. you find mauga did know you were at that club and he did go there intent to get you right back where you belong

though, you can’t really be mad as he ushers you back into bed, pushing up your dress to get some breakfast of his own🫶

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showing up to his office with no bra on and your nipples poking through your shirt gives Akande good reason to keep you there after hours for a lesson in professionalism (having you mouth around his heavy cock and fat balls while he types up some emails) 👩‍💻SEND TWEET

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was wondering if you would ever write for zenyatta.... i need him bad

I would be very happy to give it a try, I haven’t written for zen yet so any ideas are welcome 🙏

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Whats the opinion on ramattra using his scarf like bondage rope 🙏

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He does it to remind you of your place.

It’s almost intricate, the way he weaves the fabric into a perfect knot until it’s binding your hands tightly behind your back, baring your front to him with no way for you to possibly hide yourself. It’s impeccably soft material, and you can’t help but thumb it, self soothing as Ramattra tilts his head and glowers down at you.

Such a mouthy, spirited little thing you were. He’d found he was disgustingly smitten with you.

You could break free if you really wanted to, by no means had he wound the scarf so tight that it would be impossible to get out of. You were still and waiting for him by choice, and Ramattra appeared so enamoured by the fragility of human trust, how you were more than happy to place your delicate life in the palm of his inhuman hands.

He wouldn’t squander such an opportunity. Not while he had you quiet for once.

Trailing his fingers past your waistband until they meet soft flesh, he’s pleased to find you so ready for him, so wanting and eager for an omnic twice your size. One perpetuated as evil, no less, did being so close to danger excite you, little human?

So warm, squeezing and welcoming his fingers deeper - Ramattra couldn’t help but laugh, synthetic and staticky as your hips jolted against his palm and a needy, stuttering whine escaped your lips. Blubbering for more when you could barely handle him now, how ambitious of you.

But oh, how he would break you.

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mauga with a little baker wife back home who uses him as her own personal taste tester, and who is he to object? blueberry pies with fresh homemade cream?? why would he ever complain?? are you insane??

and sure, loading him up with sweet treats has him putting on a few more pounds and he has to work a little harder in the gym to shake them back off, but he refuses not to taste any of her masterpieces because of the way her eyes light up when he likes them, and he likes to thumb the flour off of her face before swooping in for a kiss so she can get a cheeky little taste of her own creations

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Lúcio touching and kissing (+ maybe eating out) his partner and humming a song as he does so, so then once he finally releases the song or whatever it's like a pavlovian reaction lmao

It starts small, maybe it’s a sample he’d heard or just a random tune that popped into his head, whatever it is, it sticks. That man is a dedicated musician too, once he gets an idea for a mix it’s all you’ll hear through out the house while he’s on idle. Lucio will be folding the laundry with one leg bouncing as he hums along, a cute little gimmick you’ve become accustomed to.

They never really last, sometimes he gets bored of them, and sometimes when intricating them into his mixes he finds that it’s not as good as he first thought. Although, you’d noticed as of late that this specific tune had been on his mind for at least two weeks now, but hey, whatever.

He catches you with it between kisses, when you’re rushing out the door or just when you’re lounging in bed, where he’ll hum it gently into your skin. Or other times, when he’s got your thighs spread and hips angled upwards so he can bury his face into your cunt and go to work while you whine about beard burn again. Yep, you guessed it, he’s humming it inbetween greedy breaths.

It’s almost like clockwork, and you steadily grow adjusted to it, until it’s stuck in your head too, but luckily, his concert is right around the corner! Where the finished product will finally be heard by crowds of his adoring fans, and hopefully they’ll be stuck with the ear-worm instead of you.

But as the day rolls around and you animatedly support him from the audience, people bumping all around you, you’re ashamed to find that simply hearing it had your thighs rubbing together shamefully and—

Wait.

Did he sample you moaning in the background too?

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I absolutely looove your writing!!! You've singlehandedly made me a simp for Doomfist 🤭

One thing tho is for some reason I see 'Akande' and 'Doomfist' and different people, but also the same? Like two sides of a coin lmao I have no idea why.

Like I've imagined it's big, intimidating Doomfist to everyone else, but the cute, bubbly secretary gets to call him Akande with an warm, innocent smile (but she know she has him wrapped around her finger and loves flaunting that power in front of the others)

I see the vision anon and I have to say I agree with you. There’s not many that get to see the vulnerable underbelly of the Doomfist, to say that his assistant sees that side of him (and more) is a humongous brag, one that she uses to her advantage on the odd occasion. Also, welcome to the Doomfist fan club, please take your seat and grab your commemorative hat and badge (pink with sparkles). I am the leader. On that note, let’s continue.

Most of Talon’s grunts already know about you, and they tend to steer far clear of interacting if they know what’s good for them, not only are the Talon ‘elites’ rather defensive of what they consider theirs, they also don’t really want to lose their jobs. Or die. That’s probably worse. And you take a little bit of joy in your day knowing that you mostly won’t be bothered, but alas, there’s always one.

You’re eating your lunch, nibbling on a sandwich while your other hand types up some dates for Akande, ever the busybody, you didn’t even notice the swaggering of a young man rapidly approaching your desk. But when he rudely flicks the bobble-head on your desk, it quickly perks your attention and has you hastily putting your sandwich back in its wrapper, swiping away some crumbs from your desk.

“Can I help you?” You clear your throat, polite and cordial like the sweet thing you were, and it wasn’t uncommon for the newer recruits to ask you the location of the nearest bathroom, or something along those lines, so you were usually happy to help.

“Yes, actually—” He starts off, ever confident, idly toying with one of the delicate china figurines Amelie had gifted you. That’s strike one.

“I was wondering if you’d like to go out to dinner sometime?” He grins, as if you were already bagged and bought in his mind. It made your skin crawl. Strike two.

“No—“ You pause briefly to take a bite of your sandwich, muffling your speech behind your hand before smiling at him as if he were an angry retail customer. “—Thank you.”

You gesture for him to leave, his lip curls into a rejected snarl and you fight the sudden urge to grimace, poor guy was about to put his foot down - and hit a fucking land mine. Strike thr—

He doesn’t even get the next word out, because the soft click of Akande’s office door behind him cuts the tense silence. You seem absolutely elated to see your ‘boss’ while the colour drains from the recruits face almost instantaneously. Clean up on aisle one because you honestly think he just crapped himself. It’s hard not to smile at this very moment.

You give a small wave, a little ‘hi Akande’ slipping out before you can stop it - not that he really minds - giving you a gentlemanly smile, bowing his head to greet you before he straightens up to face the terrified grunt who’d now knocked all of your trinkets off of your desk in his fright to step back. He puts two and two together and realises that, maybe he should have left this one alone.

Akande sternly threats dismisses him and he practically sprints down the hall to get away, and you’re just as content to watch his figure get smaller and smaller as he disappears down the hallway.

“I assumed that you usually ate with Moira?” Akande muses quizzically, delicately setting one of the fallen trinkets upright again on your desk, a rugged smile on his lips that you want to keep all to yourself.

“She’s busy.” You pout dramatically, idly flicking your bobble head until Akande suddenly stills it himself, chuckling at you.

“You should have said so.” He rumbles, extending his giant bicep for you to take, ever the gentleman, but only ever for you. “Come, eat with me.”

(You should know by now that this often ended up with you being his lunch instead, but you can let this one go considering his good duties today.)

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Akande who's rlly pent up bc he's sooooo big and hasn't had a partner who can rlly take him in soooooo long, so when he finally gets someone who can, he just can't hold himself back, like,,, at all🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ yeah🩷

Akande who’d long forgone pleasures of the flesh when he was a younger man. Not only because of his dedicated intentions to take over Talon, but because the lack of zeal he found in anyone brave enough to approach him, many lured in by the promise of power soon scared away by the sheer size of him. And as he rose to the top, a familiar boredom continued to swathe him, nothing and no one glaring enough to catch his eye.

Until you, of course.

A new face in Talon’s ranks wasn’t uncommon - people came and went almost constantly - but Akande was pleasantly surprised to find that Moira had willingly taken on a sweet little lab assistant. Especially someone with such a contradicting aesthetic, wrapped up in a woolly sweater and sleek nylons like a carefully decorated birthday gift. He gave you a month tops, you weren’t the Talon type.

He’s even more surprised when you’re still here well into the year. Your work simple but expediting Moira’s projects almost doubly, and that was exactly the second thing that drew him deeper in. Moira ordered you to and from and you did so with a jovial smile, so willing and saccharine, he couldn’t help but want a little taste. And after a few moments in your presence, he feels an old flame come back to light, excitement, thrill for the very first time in a long few years. Your eagerness to indulge him was almost touching, if he wasn’t assured he would break you.

He thought you a pitiful thing, sweet, unassuming and oh so fragile. Someone with such fragility to be treated gently among your super-enhanced coworkers.

But oh, was he wrong. Delightfully so.

The first time he invited you into his office was swimming in crackling tension, and Akande was undoubtedly prepared for you to second guess your actions once you’d felt him up through his slacks, hard, straining and huge against your bare palm. But oh, you’d only smiled up at him with fluttering lashes and adjusted your grip, nuzzling at him through the fabric of his trousers.

He couldn’t be sorry for his actions after that. Not after your eagerness to fit him inside of your cunt, hollowing your cheeks and sucking him dry until your panties were soaked through with pure arousal and you were assured you could take him. Akande thought he’d humour you, allow you to tease your pretty pussy with the fat head of his cock until the tip met and you eventually realised your mistake of biting off more than you could chew.

His soul damn near left his body when you sank down in one fell swoop, a soft breath leaving your chest as you settled on his thick, spread thighs, feeling oh so full as he twitched uncontrollably, nestled so deep inside he could feel the excited quiver of you wrapped so snugly around him.

The very thought that you were taking every inch and enjoying yourself just as much as him had something dark and needy sinking its claws into him, begging for scraps of attention is something he’d never do, yet for you? Akande just might.

He settled a hand on your hip, gripping and kneading the soft fat in which you thought was to steady himself. But instead, Akande had flipped you onto your knees, relishing in the excited squeeze of you around him, keeping a hand positioned under you and on your soft tummy to keep you steady. To keep you still and rooted as he fucked himself deeper, heavy balls slapping against your backside almost obscenely through out his office, chair pushed back and supplies on his desk long scattered to the floor.

(You’re sent out of his office later that day, frazzled with missing underwear and a thick load of cum sticking your thighs together, but if you thought that was a one off, you’d soon come to know that you were dead wrong.)

Delightfully so. 💓

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round 2! if you’ve got any mini asks send them my way 😮‍💨

im lowkey ovulating send me ur freaky thoughts to help a girl OUTTT💓

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do you have any thoughts on talon baptiste & reader?

Talon was Baptiste’s gateway to easy money and high livings, but that doesn’t mean he could escape the guilt of what he was doing just as easily. I think that he gravitates towards you because you’re in it for the exact same reason, maybe not as hardened as him due to his time in the military, but he can find a small comfort within your company knowing that you don’t find Talon’s methods exactly ethical, either.

It starts small. He notices you fidgeting around some of the more bloodthirsty Talon members, not so pleased at their stories and jeering, shrinking down in your seat in hopes that you’d blend into the wall and they’d leave you out of the conversation. It made his drink settle uneasily in the pit of his stomach to see you in the midst of them snarling like wolves.

You warm up to Baptiste a lot better once he introduces himself and you find that he’s unlike the average brute you’d find down in Talon’s ranks. And it wasn’t rare to find you tucked into his side on your downtime, sharing a drink and conversation that would probably have the higher ups questioning your loyalty. A secret blooming between you both that yearned to come to fruition, but only when you were ready.

With comfort and secrets (and cocktails) came nights together that you wouldn’t long forget, with tender promises and loving whispers carried all the way through til morning, your legs intertwined like you were lovers and not assassins. Nights where guilt didn’t exist, even just for a little bit.

Unfortunately for Baptiste, it only hit the nail in the coffin for him when you opened your eyes one morning and whispered his name, nothing but adoration in your eyes. And he decided then that he would leave Talon, but only if you were coming with him.

(And with Baptiste came Mauga, who didn’t really share that same sentiment, but all three of you is a story for another time.)

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do u think reaper hates or likes being cuddled

I think that he hates the idea of it, but ultimately it’s something he craves deep down.

At often times he’ll come to you, grabbing handfuls of your hips to drag you flush against his body in a way that almost seems harsh - his gauntlets indenting your skin with little pinpricks through your trousers. But it’s almost the opposite, it’s simply raw, open wounded desperation on the days where the rapid regeneration of his cells leaves him tender and hurting. He wants you so close that he can feel the warmth of your skin bleed onto his, to soothe and distract him as he buries his masked face into your hair.

He treats it like an unspoken agreement. You don’t point it out and neither does he, tethered together because you both bared the soft, unmarked flesh of your vulnerable underbellies to one another. You both seek the things life robbed you of - trust, security - warmth. It’s awfully human and awfully unlike Gabriel, a wraith swathed in black cloak and bone masks. He hates it. He craves it. He hates that he craves it.

But he can’t hate you, even though you’re just like him.

And on the days where you crawl into his lap first, cheek pressed against his chest, sobbing rawly with a heavy lump in your throat, he can’t help but hold you just a little bit tighter, rejuvenated by the thought that someone had some semblance of trust in him to take care of them. He might even pet your hair a little, but he’ll tell you not to get greedy, often eliciting a little blubbery giggle from you. It had been a long while since his hands had held something without breaking it.

You’d chipped away at his edgy demeanour and he let you, softened like a feral dog fatted with meat, he starts trailing you in the halls like a begging mutt until it’s time to come back to your room for the night.

And as far as Reaper is convinced, you belong to him now. It’s just the case of getting him to admit that he’s yours just as much as you’re his.

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Holy shit I'm gunking on your blog... It's just too amazing... I'm gunking prematurely...

this warmed my cold heart thank u

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katie x reader foot kink headcanons thanks

my tootsies are locked behind a paywall sorry x

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jorking it to you

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KATIEEEEE!!!! KEEP WRITING MAUGA ONESHOTS/HEADCANONS, AND MY LIFE IS YOURS🙏🙏

i love how you write sm…

love you have this thought i had about barmaid reader and mauga <3

He's here again.

Always sneaking glances at you when he thinks your back is turned, or while you tend to a gaggle of giggling patrons swathed in pink feather boas and cowboy hats, here on a hen do. You took little notice of Mauga the first few times, that was, until he started showing up a bit more often.

You upkeep a good reputation in this bar - warm, homely and familiar until the odd troublemaker comes around and you have to put on a brave face - and it's on one of those nights that he finally introduces himself instead of eyeing you up like a cut of fine meat.

It's nearly closing time and you could practically sing with joy at the thought of getting home and into your nice warm bed, supressing a small yawn as you idly clean a glass, calmly surveying over the last few dwindling customers until the door swings open and smacks against the wall loud enough to nearly make you drop your glass.

You sour almost immediately because you've seen this guy before. In fact, you've barred him before for starting fights with some of the other patrons - including the cook on his day off. Unfortunately for you it seemed he'd come back with a bit of a vengeance, sitting down at the bar and clicking his fingers in your face for a drink.

Unbeknownst to you, Mauga had stopped swirling the little umbrella you put in his drink the moment he caught you sneering at the new arrival.

You snarl and dump your rag on the bar unceremoniously, demanding that he get the fuck out of your bar and fixing him with a hard, ornery look that hopefully gets your message through to the drunkard across you.

(It does in fact, not. And when his meaty fist starts heading for your face at the speed of light, you wonder bitterly if the outcome could have ever been any different?)

Except the collision never comes, and when you crack open an eye you're pleasantly surprised to see that Mauga had intervened, his usual grin forgone and replaced with an eerily stormy look that you weren't sure you should be scared or turned on about. You're all too happy to let him deal with it, chucking the patron out onto the concrete all too harshly before he turns and offers out a big burly arm to walk you home after you close.

He screamed trouble, something you'd always hated at this job. But there was something so dangerously enticing about Mauga that you felt a little guilty about, like you shouldn't really be mixing with him but you are anyway. Grabbing your coat and locking up almost as swiftly as you'd taken his arm, letting him charm your ear off all the way home until you stop outside your dingy little apartment.

(Mauga tries not to let his eyes betray him, because the thought of taking you home where you'd have much more space to be bent over crosses his mind much more than once. Although, for the meantime he supposes your coffee table will do.)

Inviting him in for a nightcap wasn't the best idea, but it was the least you could do considering he'd saved you from a black eye earlier. A few drinks later and he's already got you against your kitchen counter, melting like putty in his hands as he pulls you in deep for another steamy kiss.

A few more and you're waking up frazzled and late for work, with surprisingly no regrets and a sore throb in-between your legs, you don't linger on the fact that he wasn't there when you woke up. Getting on with your day until it's time to close up and you catch him waiting for you outside when you're locking up for the night, grinning salaciously with a toothpick placed precariously between his teeth.

What was that phrase again? Trouble tends to follow you or something?

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Hope you had a lovely Christmas sweetheart, I’ve happily consumed all of your writing over the festive period and LOVED EVERY SINGLE ONE, you’re such a talent🫶

KIWII tysm I hope your christmas period was absolutely lush like u r🫶🫶 excited to have u back ml

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May your Christmas be merry and bright!

(And you find doom under the tree-)

-Mauga anon

and you mauga anon!! (best thing I could ask for, and let’s hope santa brought you a present along in the form of a big hunky Samoan man too 👀)