#angela mercy ziegler x reader smut

[nyctophiliq]

✮ ┆ MERCY TEACHING YOU HOW TO HUMP A PILLOW. angela ‘mercy’ ziegler

CONTENT WARNING.           18+ only, minors dni. NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT; female-bodied reader, angela is a meanie, masturbation, dry humping, pillow humping, pillow grinding,   | ~0.9k words

A/N.                   this was requested to be put back on tumblr by a few people, idk what happened to it and how it got lost but it’s back now so i hope you guys enjoy it just like the first time!

there was a longer mission in plan for a smaller group of heroes, one that you weren't included in, but your girlfriend was, angela wasn't pleased about being torn away from your side for such a time, but being the way she is, she couldn't leave without tying a couple of loose ends up. the most important is you, because who will take care of such a sweet girl if she is not here to help you?

she guides you onto the bed, helping you out of your sweatpants and pushing your shirt up, getting a pleasant view of your chest, she reaches out for it, caressing your nipples over the fabric of your bra, leaning in to press kisses under your collar bone, when you don't protest, rather shiver at her touches and twitch into her hand she knows- she's got you wrapped around her finger now.

"try, it's not so different from when you sit on my face or cock, liebling." her words are like honey, coating your brain with the thick syrup of lust as she helps you onto the pillow, positioning you in front of herself to get the full experience. she holds your hand for a while, telling you to start, imagine it's her face.

so you try, trusting against the white pillow clumsily, squeezing her hand when your panties slip between your pussy lips and rub up against your sensitive bundle of nerves, curling and tucking your thin sack-covered feet under the pillow to keep it in place but you couldn't get it right, it didn't seem right, you complained about it, stopping multiple times even with her tugging you by the hand to continue.

"can't you do it without help or whining?" she groans, jerking your body back and forth by your wrist before throwing them away, pushing and pulling you on the pillow before settling behind you, her hips knocking against yours, multiple times as you take a look over your shoulder, angela's eyebrows knotting as she pushes herself onto her knees, thighs parting when she drags the pillow between her legs. her glare is sending lightning bolts your way, muttering something under her nose which you interpreted as her demand for you to turn around and start fucking the pillow with her.

you rock your hips, testing out the motion with her, and letting out a long, slow breath when angela's hand sat on your hip while her other adjusts the pillow, the position of her hand seems second nature as she holds the crinkled, battered form of it along the length of your slit and her fingers tips pressing it down over the shaft of your clit.

her touch feels electrifying, the feeling sends waves of pleasure over your body, making it so much harder to focus on your trusts rather than hers, the ability to think leaves you entirely as your tense shoulder and thigh muscles loosen, letting you settle fully onto the pillow, it feels even better like this, and even though you are barely sensitive, the pressure of the pillow through the thin cotton panties is enough to have your breathing catching a little in your throat.

feeling the doctor behind you continuing to press and grind her hips against yours, you bury your face into the mattress and press the pillow further against yourself. your legs are tense and rigid, your hips are struggling, and your breath is muffled behind the blankets. tongue lolls out of your mouth as you lick the sheets and try to picture her mouth against yours, easily dominating it as you hardly put up a fight to allow her to do so.

“you get it now, huh? to fuck yourself like this when i'm away." suddenly everything feels magnified- you feel as though you're so wet you can feel it spreading against your thighs, slicking up the pillow beneath you, and you're starting to ache with that familiar sensation as it begins to crest.

you close your legs tighter around the pillow and bare your teeth. the shared bed's frame is squeaking with each thrust you make, you spare a moment to hope that it doesn't thump against the thin wall, cause someone to come and interrupt your little learning lesson because you can feel it in your stomach now, that uncomfortable tight knot forming with heat sticking to your underwear.

"’m gonna c-cum-" you gasp, nearly too out of breath to go an. you're so close, so close, and you try and mash the pillow up against yourself and grind in tine tight motions, scrabbling for an image to finish yourself. it's one that you get with your hand, gripping and clawing her scalp as you tremble and jerk against her mouth, her fingers piercing you as she groans insults again your cunt, repeating the words she says before your cum leaks out of your hole, all over her face and fingers.

you trash against the pillow, fingers clawing into it, and finally collapsing onto your stomach. you lie there, breathing hard, the thin layer of sweat coating your back, cooling.

"sweet little thing, now you can take care of yourself."

[kiwi-on-ice]

Kinktober 2024 day 24: Mommy Kink with Mercy

Fem reader, NSFW 18+

Also contains tit play, slight thigh riding and start of pussy eating

If there's one thing Angela loves, it's taking care of you. Taking care of anyone really, she had that sort of presence about her in which people sought comfort and reassurance from. And her beloved was no different.

As you come in and collapse on her, burying your face in her ample chest which elicits a laugh from the older woman, she starts to slowly tangle her hand in your hair, working out the knots from your bad day. You hum, content in her arms.

"Oh liebling, you look so drained." she coos, to which you nod a little, getting comfy on her. The hand not preoccupied with your hair curls around your waist, holding you flush against her.

"Bad day," you remark softly, and she sighs empathetically, "Want to just...forget about it."

"Did you want me to comfort you?" As she speaks, you nuzzle your face into her tits more, the tank top she was wearing really turning you on. "Oh...or perhaps you'd like another type of comfort than meerly holding? Am i right süßer?"

At the flush present on your cheeks, she smirks and runs a teasing hand down to your thighs, gently groping the skin. On instinct you buck you hips, seeking the pressure of her fingertips. But she keeps teasing you, rolling up your pencil skirt but not quite touching you over your panties, instead moving to trace figure-eights along your inner thigh.

"Mommy please..." you mumble pathetically, before you both freeze. Shit. You can't believe you just said that, immediately going rigid as you try and get out an apology. She however shushes you.

"Now now, no need to get yourself worked up. I was just a little surprised." She assures you, now opting to cup your jaw to tilt your head up as opposed to feeling your hair. "Liebling is that something you want? To call me that?"

Your need slightly overtakes your embarrassment as you nod shyly, but she rewards you with a gentle kiss.

"Good girl, thank you for telling me. Now, how about we get these clothes off you, and you let mommy make it all better, okay?"

Her kind words, mixed with her utterly seductive tone has you squirming out an affirmation, quickly helping her rid you of all your garments. But before she can try and please you, you gently whine and fidget with her top, pulling gently.

"Use your words."

With a soft breath, you reply. "Can you...take your top off please mommy?"

She grins, clearly pleased with your words. Angela is always a fan of a well behaved girl. "Go on then, take it off for me."

You don't need to be told twice, lifting the top over her head before gawking at the fact she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. The floral scent of her skin tells you she'd not long been out of the shower by the time you came home, and the dual mix of sensations sends your head dizzy.

She opens her mouth to speak, but her words are cut off into a soft gasp as you latch yourself onto her breast, sucking softly and massaging the other. Instead, stuttery gasps pour from her as you exploit her weakness; she always loves her tits being played with.

"Such a good girl for mommy." she mutters, still having the mind to get you back by exploiting your praise kink as she gently tugs at your hair.

You hums softly at the ever so slight pain, flicking your tongue over the now hard bud of her nipple, gently rocking your hips. She helps you, running her hand down to grab at your waist and move you against her thigh. The slight rough material of her leggings has you clenching around nothing, but it doesn't stop you from switching from one nipple to the other, needing both of them covered in your spit before you were done.

All the while, Angela feels like she's practically going to cum untouched. The protective aspect of her personality fires rapidly, now especially since you're being so vulnerable around her. Placing your body and pleasure in her hands, calling her mommy...it's all too much for her. Shes sure her pussy has leaked through the material of her leggings, aching for her good girl to please her.

"Schatz forgive me, but you've made me so...desperate. If you use that tongue of yours, I promise that i'll give you a special reward." she says, her voice slightly breathy and shaky. But your soft smile warms her heart and her cunt at the same time, as you dutifully get to work in taking her leggings off.

After all, you wanted her to help you forget about your day, and as your tongue swipes along her soaked folds, it's safe to say your shitty day isn't what you're thinking about anymore.

[sshadowritestoriess]

Hey! Do you think you could write some NSFW headcanons for Widow, Mercy, Kiriko, Lifeweaver and Genji (gender neutral afab reader) please? Feel free to ignore if that's too many characters or if you just don't want to do it. Have a great day, and don't forget to drink water dear author!

Sure! I did my best, sorry they’re all so short. I just didn’t want a super long post 😅

Widowmaker NSFW

She can quite literally take you out in ‘one shot’— you’re not certain how exactly she does it, but she touches you in all the right places in quick succession and finds exactly where you need her most in just an instant. You’ve lasted about thirteen seconds at most with this technique of hers, and it was quickly banned from the bedroom unless you asked for it

She’s a very hard biter, like she doesn’t realize she needs to be a bit more gentle. You often wonder if she thinks she’s actually going to inject venom into your bloodstream this way

Eerily quiet responses toward any pleasure, even if you’re doing everything right she makes it hard to tell if you’re doing anything at all. So she tends to be the one in charge, that way you don’t end up questioning your capabilities or doubting her reactions

A slowed heartbeat seems to increase her stamina, though. It’s only somewhat annoying, especially in addition to her lack of emotion toward intimate times. But you refuse to believe she’s not feeling anything at all, either— otherwise she wouldn’t be stepping on you ‘for fun’ unprompted, or initiating half of these encounters

Mercy NSFW

An unpredictable switch— everything that happens in the bedroom is a flip on a coin based on what she’s feeling and when. You never know if you’re about to give or receive, but either way it’s extremely rewarding and it’s hard to discern any complaints out of a night with Angela

She is pretty vocal, makes the nicest noises and lewd sounds you’ve probably ever heard. She definitely sounds like an angel, and it’s worth every touch to hear her sound off while completely red in the face

Maybe a bit too in love with pegging you. As a doctor and being very knowledgeable about the body, she’s rather enthusiastic toward loosening you up and talking about safety before giving you the ramming of a lifetime. Certain recommended positions even relieved your back pains somewhat, to your astonishment

She highly prefers to schedule these exchanges, rather than doing them on a whim. She refuses the ideas of quickies or anything with risk— especially in communal/public areas. You’d need to absolutely guarantee no one will be walking in or she might not ever forgive you for the embarrassment

Kiriko NSFW

Absolutely a brat, and we all know this. You’re not getting anything done without force or a trade, and she clearly relishes in those methods— always a “no” or a “why”, and then the “what will I get in return?”

Hugely into degrading and she’ll meet you halfway, criticizing your every move as if it doesn’t have her writhing in euphoria. She’s mostly in control of the sounds she makes, but when you get enough of a rise out of her the high-pitched noises are totally worth the struggle to get them in the first place. But she tries really hard to pretend like you don’t have an effect on her

She totally abuses her abilities to make you both finish faster, and especially against your will if you intended to take your time. Everything she does in bed is completely in spite of you— you’re fighting to earn the outcome you want, so hopefully you’re up for that kind of challenge

Her attitude is to make up for her low libido, and especially in her inability to last very long. She’s super sensitive, but she’ll never admit it. You’ll figure this out sooner than later though, and she’ll put up even more of a fight with a smirk on her face before you get anywhere near the brink of relief

Lifeweaver NSFW

Undoubtedly has a preference for being on bottom, but absolutely more than capable of being a top if he’s in the mood for it.

He’s sort of a pillow princess, likes having all the work be done for him. Much more of a receiver than he is a giver, but only in intimate moments— he’s much more giving outside of private moments that heavily lack clothing

But he is extraordinarily talented with his mouth, and he knows this. Yet he won’t offer such services without being asked politely, which must include a ‘please’ or he may remind you of your manners. It’s all in good fun though, he likely wouldn’t have refused either way (please ride his face)

He makes a lot of sounds, though they’re always muffled by his hand or pillow— or you. He also super loves using rope for things, like being restrained, and shibari. He gets more excited when he’s trapped and vulnerable in front of someone he likes

And while he’s a gentle top, he makes sure to return every favor you’ve given him on the occasions he does take over. These sessions last significantly longer than when he’s on the receiving end— edging turns out to be a specialty of his. And along the way, he’s more than happy to remind you of your previously indulgent behaviors

More Genji NSFW

Genji is still Genji, and even under all that metal he’s still pretty full of himself. So he totally, secretly, has a mask kink, and goes a bit feral when you wear his helm along with a lingerie or something else enticing (maybe even his hoodie lol). There’s just something about seeing his own visor on you that makes him want to pounce

I don’t imagine he’s super into wireplay/anything that has to do with his mechanics, but he’s not against it. He’s fine with it enough and appreciates you’d find these parts of him just as attractive, it just doesn’t get him going as much as other things do. He will happily indulge you though.

He’s dangerously easy to arouse. Drop one hint, playful or not (but only after the first few intimate exchanges) and he will find someplace to make it quick. Of course, he’s fluent in consent, so he’ll back off if you really were only joking. But otherwise you may often find yourself getting that super-enhanced-ninja special in the strangest secluded areas

And he makes it his job to make sure you cum before he does. On occasion he slips up, and if you’re competitive like that then it can be pretty 50/50. But he praises himself as a gentleman who treats his lover with the utmost care, and will deliver to you everything he has before taking you for his own pleasure

[ovwechoes]

Support Girls & preference headcanons (NSFW)

This is a continuation of this post here, where I was asked if the ovw girls were submissive, dominant or switches. These are the support girls' ones, and I've put them under the cut due to nsfw discussion and the fact that I ramble like there's no tomorrow (please don't read if you're under 18+, thank you)

[ dps & tank are linked here if you'd prefer theirs ] 

Ana Amari: Ana's old school, and enjoys submissive sex with missionary that's very passionate. She used to love dominating when she was younger, with it being her main preference for years as a young adult. Now, though, she has no energy for it and likes to be pleasured in a sweet and loving way (when she does have the sex drive for it at least).

Brigitte Lindholm: Brigitte's a switch with a dominant lean - she prefers to dominate in a similar way to JQ where she's a power bottom, controlling the sex and leading her partner even when she's being pleasured. It's something she'll always enjoy and she especially has a kink for overstimulation on her partner. Brigitte loves to keep going and make their head spin from the pain and pleasure, and to watch them ontop of her with no control over what she's doing to them. If she's tired, or exhausted mentally, she likes to be pleasured and likes to go through the motions of sex to bring herself closer to her partner spiritually.

Illari Quispe Ruiz: Illari's submissive when she has the drive for sex, and likes passionate sex that's about showing love (so essentially love making). She doesn't enjoy rough sex as much as she thought she would, but she's still happy to have sex with some aspects as long as it's nothing extreme (i.e praise or dirty talk). Illari likes feeling closer to her partner, and has a kink for leg locking. She likes mutual masturbation as well, especially if she isn't in the mood for sex.

Kiriko Kamori: Kiriko's preference during sex is switch - she's happy to do what her partner's feeling, and she rarely has a specific lean. For her, she just wants to have sex and to orgasm, so she's not entirely fussed which way she wants to go. However, when she does know what way she's leaning, she likes to dominate through degradation and sensory play, and likes to submit through bondage and toys.

Angela Ziegler / Mercy: Angela likes to submit during sex, but especially foreplay. She likes to have her control removed and likes to feel she's loved and valued as much as she values others, with her pleasure coming first during sex. It's not often that she'll dominate, with the most she will do being riding or cowgirl. It's something she's willing to explore, but she doesn't naturally feel the dominant lean unless she's frustrated with something and needs to use sex to get her anger out.

Moira O'Deorian: Moira's of course a dominant woman, and she rarely likes to submit. She likes to be in control, watching her partner shake with pleasure from her actions and her words, and likes for her partner to know that they're owned completely by her. It's something she really enjoys sexually, and she rarely feels the desire to submit. Her biggest kink/turn on is tying her partner up and leaving them with too little pleasure while she works on something. Moira likes ignoring her partner until they're at their brink, begging for her.

[froggibus]

Lemon Flavoured Chapstick - Mercy

Pairing: Mercy x gn! reader

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Angela's been working so hard in her lab lately, you know just the thing to take her mind off of it

CW: porn w plot, dom! reader, sub! Mercy, fingering, oral, face sitting/face riding, overstimulation, use of a vibrator, semi-public sex

i have so many gay thoughts abt this woman it isnt even funny lol. also have had this fantasy but like reversed ever since I saw TGM and wanted Rooster to give me a mustache ride <3 anyways lol

“Dr. Ziegler?” You tilt your head at her as you enter her office, the smell of lemon disinfectant filling your nostrils.

She offers you a glance of acknowledgement, blue eyes peering at you through thick rimmed glasses. Her blonde hair is piled messily on her head, strands falling in her face before she tucks them behind her ears. You can just barely see the hem of a black tank top under her lab coat. 

She goes back to examining something under her microscope before jotting down notes on a clipboard. You sigh—she’s been working on this research for days. She hasn’t left her lab, and though she’s expertly hidden her tiredness with skillfully applied makeup, you can tell she hasn’t slept much over the past few days.

You wait until she covers up her microscope and returns her sample to the laboratory refrigerator before coming up behind her and wrapping your arms around her. 

You rest your chin on her shoulder. “Angela,” you tsk, “you’ve been working yourself too hard lately.”

“There’s no such thing as too much hard work.” She lets out a puff of air, blowing a loose honeyed strand out of her face. “I am this close to making a breakthrough.”

“Your breakthrough will be here tomorrow.”

She breaks free from your grip, making her way over to the stainless steel table she just sterilized. She props herself up on it, dangling her feet over the side. You come and stand between her knees, leaning your face into hers and planting a gentle kiss to her lips.

She’s wearing her lemon flavored lip balm again and she tastes amazing. You lace your fingers through her hair, tugging her closer to get a better taste. Her soft hands trail up and down your back, grabbing your shoulders for support and pulling you even closer. You can feel the warmth of her chest against yours, feel the slight race in her heart and hitch in her breathing.

She pulls back with red cheeks, looking away bashfully. “I should get back to my work.”

She tries to sit up but you push her back down, laying her on the table and climbing on top of her to straddle her hips. You lean in close to her, hands resting on the peaks of her breasts. She gasps at the contact, biting her lip. 

You groan at the sight of her like this. You’ve seen her like this more times than you can count, but she gets prettier every single time. That cute, shy look on her face only makes you want her more—only makes you want to ruin her.

“Are you sure that’s what you want, Angie?” You emphasize your words by harshly squeezing her chest, forcing a moan from her lips.

“I-I think–” she licks her lips, her words seeming to fail her.

“Aw, that’s okay baby,” you coo at the scientist beneath you. “You don’t need to think, hm?”

You lean in to kiss her again, unbuttoning her lab coat and snaking your hands under her tank top. Her skin is so soft, so nice under your fingertips. She squirms the closer you get to her chest, desperate for any sort of relief. She’s been pent up in the lab for days, and didn’t realize how needy she was until you showed up.

You make quick work of discarding her coat and tank top and bra, letting them pile up on the floor next to you. You move your lips down to her jaw, sucking harsh marks on your way down to her neck. The pressure makes her whine and arch her back, shoving her tits in your face. 

You pull away from her neck, trailing your mouth down to her chest. The sight of her perfect pink nipples just waiting to be toyed with has you licking your lips. You toy with her nipples, fingers brushing over them, rubbing them with just enough pressure to make her moan. You pinch one of them and she lets out a soft yelp. Finally, you move your mouth downwards and plant a wet kiss to where you just pinched.

Angela sighs in relief. The room is cold but your mouth is warm, and the sensation on her poor, sensitive nipples is enough to make her body warm ten degrees. She tries to wrap her legs around your thigh, desperate for anything that will bring relief to her throbbing core. 

You oblige her, shoving your knee between her legs so she can rub herself against you. You graze your teeth against her nipple and she whines even louder now, hands tangling in your hair. Slowly, you trail kisses down her stomach and to the waistband of the gray pencil skirt she’s wearing. 

She holds her breath in anticipation, watching you plant kisses where her waistband meets her skin. She can’t help but clench her thighs together, desperate for any sort of contact. Finally, you free her from the polyester, discarding it with her other clothes. 

You leave her in just her drenched panties, dragging your index finger down to tease her through the lace fabric. You can feel how wet she is, how warm she is, only making you want her more. She whines when the tip of your finger just barely grazes her clit, going down to trail the outline of her entrance before making the circuit back up. 

The motion has her going crazy. She has her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, her breathing labored and desperate. You know she wants more, but you taught her to be more patient than this. You pull your hand away, landing a harsh smack to one of her milky thighs.

She gasps, clenching them together as if she’s in pain, but the sparkle in her eyes tells you the opposite. She likes this. 

“I have something for you,” you climb off of her legs, digging through your bag until you find what you wanted.

You pull it out and watch the blood rush to her face, the tips of her ears burning red at the sight of the magic wand in your hand. You smile at her reaction. She's used this dozens of times—the thought that just the sight of it now is enough to get her riled up is cute enough to make you laugh and shake your head at her. 

You climb back up on the table with her. You push her knees and spread her legs until she’s grabbing the back of her knees with her hands, giving you a perfect view of her aching pussy. She’s already glistening wet, looking at you pleadingly from between her legs. 

You flick the switch, setting it on the lowest setting and lowering the tip to her clit. The second the vibrator makes contact, she’s gasping harshly and attempting to pull away. You press a hand to her lower stomach, forcing her to lay flat on the table for you. 

You press the vibrator in harsher, angling it to push up on her clit. The action has her whimpering and shutting her eyes, losing herself in the pleasure you’re providing. You turn it up a setting, letting it sit still for a minute before dragging it through her folds and back up again, applying more pressure with every moment.

She arches her back, trying to press her hips farther into the vibe. You pull it away, shaking your head at her. She stills her movements, whining in disappointment. You wait a minute before turning it up to the highest setting and pushing it back against her clit.

She cries out and desperately tries to hold herself still. You move your hand down from her stomach, through her folds and down to her soaking wet opening. She’s already so wet and ready, your finger slips right in. The combination of the vibrator and your fingers is enough to have her throwing her head back, legs starting to shake.

“I think—I think I’m gonna—”

“Silly Angie,” you coo, slipping another finger inside of her and smiling innocently. “You’ve been thinking too much recently. That’s why I’m going to fuck all those thoughts from your pretty little head, hm?”

Your words are what sends her over the edge. Her pussy clenches your fingers, her juices soaking down to your wrist. You lower the setting of the vibrator, letting her ride out her orgasm on it. 

She’s left gasping, tears in her eyes. You move back to press a kiss to her lips, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes. Seeing her this disheveled, just from one orgasm, only makes you want to give her more. Keep giving them to her until it’s too much. Anything to keep her like she is now.

You pull away, grabbing her hips and flipping her over so that she’s straddling you. You keep your hands on her lips, “come here, baby. Sit on my face.”

Her cheeks heat up at that, a cute blush falling over her cheeks and nose. Still, she obliges you. She moves so that her thighs on either side of your head, her soaking wet pussy just above your mouth. You wrap your arms around her thighs and tug her down, diving straight into her sensitive folds.

She cries out for you, clenching her thighs around your head. You moan at the taste of her pussy. She’s so sweet it makes you dizzy, and all you want is more. Every suck of her clit, every lick through her folds, she comes undone for you, desperately trying to rub against your face for more friction.

You hold her tighter to your face, fingertips digging into her sensitive skin. The feeling of your tongue working on her and the slight pain from your nails digging into her is too much. She’s already so sensitive—she’s so close. Angela grabs your hair, using it as friction to fuck your face.

You let her use you, happy you’re the one she’s using. She tastes fucking divine and you could die right here between her thighs and always be happy. You hold her close to you, letting her ride out her orgasm on your face. Her pussy absolutely gushes, juices soaking your face and neck. You try to catch some in your mouth, desperate to taste more of her.

Angela is left gasping for breath, thighs trembling. Her pussy is so sensitive that even the slight breaths leaving your lips is enough to make her whine. She goes to pull away but your grip on her thighs doesn’t loosen.

“You can do one more baby” you mumble into the skin of her thigh. “One more, right? Be a good girl for me.”

She shakes her head, “t-too much.”

“Are you sure?” You lick a stripe up her pussy.

She instantly melts. “I–okay.”

You laugh, tugging her back to your face and diving back into her swollen, pink pussy. You can feel her thighs shaking on your cheeks, feel her clench up with every touch. She’s already so sensitive, you know she won’t last very long this time, but she tastes so amazing that you don’t care. You’ll give her everything she needs and then a little more, and watch her fall apart.

Angela’s next orgasm rushes over her quicker than the first two, heat waves flooding her system. Her whole body convulses, legs shaking wildly as she comes undone on your face for the second time in a row. You hold her through it, being more gentle with your touches while she rides it out. 

Finally, you let her pull away. Her legs feel like jelly, and her pussy is aching but satisfied. You sit up, wiping your face on the hem of your t-shirt. You put the magic wand back in your bag and pass her your water bottle instead.

She takes it, gulping down the water gratefully. 

You can’t help but admire her right now. Messy hair and rosy skin, tears running down her cheeks, looking absolutely fucked out. It brings a smile to your face.

You plant a gentle kiss on her lips. “Come home with me?”

She nods, “how could I not?”

[notmozzi]

Saw what you wrote! If possible dom mercy would be nice

Dom!Mercy x Reader HCs

some nsfw of my fav 6’0” swiss lady. first time writing for her as well. enjoy!

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• Fun in the bedroom with Overwatch’s star medic is often assumed to be sweet, tender and soft. And while this can be the case, Angela is by no means any stranger to putting you in your place with more than just a few, stern words.

• She usually sweet-talks you into the bedroom, but once you’ve surrendered to her touch, she’s ready to entangle her fingers with yours and pin you against the door.

“That’s it, liebling…let me take care of you.”

• Angela loves driving you crazy with gentle, sensual touches. She never ceases to make you feel all hot and bothered with the way her fingers travel along your spine, hands eventually landing on your hips and guiding you to the bed.

• Angela enjoys having you sit in her lap, on her face, and even enjoys having you come undone between herself and the wall. But most of all. she enjoys hovering directly above you, prying your legs apart with a single hand and keeping your back flat against the mattress.

“Look at how gorgeous you are, sweetheart.” She looks down at you with an affectionate yet lust-ridden expression, her smile coquettish as she takes in every inch of you. “Oh how I can’t wait to just ravage you.”

• Angela typically takes her time undressing you, but there have been times where you’ve tested her patience, resulting in a few torn blouses. Brattiness is something doctors are trained professionally to deal with after all, and she chooses to do so to you with force.

• Choking is something the doctor is very much into. She’ll be gentle of course, but that doesn’t mean she wont put you in your place. There have been times that have resulted in you being shoved against the wall with a hand at your throat.

“You know better than to talk back to me,” she leans in to ghosts her lips over yours, her gaze piercing as she stares down at your lips with temptation, “don’t you?”

• Angela’s voice is always hushed, maintaining a gentle edge to it no matter how lewd her words may be. Still, just that look alone will have you on your knees quick.

• Back to the action in bed, Angela is very skilled with her hands. Working with the human body on a regular basis has its perks, after all.

• She absolutely loves filling you with three slender digits at once, watching from her position above you as you writhe and squirm beneath her.

“You can take it, can’t you? You’re always so good for me, liebling, look at you. Taking me so very well…”

• The Swiss woman enjoys kissing you through your orgasm, never stopping her movements as you ride down your high.

• Hickeys are common for the doctor, as well. She actually finds great enjoyment in leaving them along the insides of your thighs. Kissing, licking and nipping at them as she prepares to delve her fingers into your dripping-wet heat.

——

“Look at how wet you are, Y/N,” a low hum escaped the doctor as she glanced up at you from her position between your legs, head down low so she could mark you properly. “I just know you didn’t go all day like this, did you?”

You let out a soft huff of laughter, smiling sheepishly as you looked up at the ceiling. “M-Maybe a little…” Your voice was unsteady as you struggled to maintain your composure, feeling the doctor kiss you in every place except where you needed her most.

Angela ‘tsk, tsk’d,’ her hands replacing where her mouth had previously been and prying your legs even further apart. “My lovely girl does know better than to not wait for me, I suppose…”

You nodded eagerly, a sharp hum of pleasure escaping you as you felt Angela’s tongue gently glide over your clit. Very, very gently. Yet already, you could feel heat gushing between your legs in response, and you couldn’t fight back a heavy blush.

Angela only laughed, mirth becoming more evident amongst her expression. “I’m going to take care of you sweetheart. You deserve it after being such a good girl for me.”

Those words sent you into a brief haze, but falling from it was a lost cause as you’d already begun to feel one of Angela’s fingers prod and eventually invade your entrance with ease. Your hips instantly bucked, the sensation beyond relieving to the lust-ridden ache that had been terrorizing you for the entirety of that day.

As Angela watched you intently and sped up her minstrations, you couldn’t help but let out soft whimpers and whines, head falling back against the pillows and eyes half-lidded as pleasure began to overwhelm you. Your sounds grew louder and you struggled more and more to contain yourself; Angela eventually lowered herself and pressed her lips flush against yours. You sighed wantingly into the touch, eyes fluttering shut.

Angela would take care of you. You knew she would.

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╰┈➤ NESSAMIST RULES & REGULATIONS

REQUESTS CURRENTLY: OPEN

: ̗̀➛ be sure to be specific in your requests so i know exactly what to do!!

what i will write: headcanons, x readers, non binary readers, fluff, smut, dark content(ex yandere), polyamorous relationships

what i won’t write: incest/stepcest, pedophilia, large age gaps, daddy/mommy kinks, age play, intense bdsm, heavy angst, male reader, rape/noncon

FANDOMS/CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR:

yellowjackets - (only precrash for teens)

- vanessa palmer (adult)

- misty quigley (adult & teen)

- lottie matthews (adult)

- natalie scatorccio (adult & teen)

- shauna shipman (adult & teen)

- taissa turner (adult)

overwatch -

- elizabeth caledonia ashe

- angela ziegler (mercy)

- moira o’deorain

- amelie lacroix (widowmaker)

resident evil village -

- donna beneviento

- alcina dimitrescu

- daniela dimitrescu

wednesday -

- wednesday addams

- enid sinclair

- larissa weems

- marilyn thornhill (not laurel gates au)

cruella -

- cruella de vil

- estella miller

- anita darling

chucky -

- tiffany valentine

- glenda ray

- glen ray

- nica pierce

misc. characters

- eda clawthorne

- harley quinn

- barbara handler

(MAY ADD MORE LATER)

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Femdom oneshots | Multifandom

Femdom oneshots | Multifandom Link to fic: https://ift.tt/r2emIAY by skreamqueen Kinks and warnings will be listed before each chapter. A multiship collection of femdom smut. This will include a variety of fandoms and kinks. I'll write most Character/Character and Character/Reader pairings, but I prefer to write the ones already tagged. I'll add more tags as I go, but the tags currently listed are for chapters I'm working on. Words: 231, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Hunter X Hunter, 崩坏���星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game), 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), The Umbrella Academy (TV), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), Miraculous Ladybug, Overwatch (Video Game), Stranger Things (TV 2016), The Umbrella Academy (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Hisoka (Hunter X Hunter), Machi (Hunter X Hunter), Illumi Zoldyck, Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter), Leorio Paladiknight, Pokkle (Hunter X Hunter), Ponzu (Hunter X Hunter), Shalnark (Hunter X Hunter), Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka, Kirishima Eijirou, Gepard (Honkai: Star Rail), Sampo (Honkai: Star Rail), Stelle (Honkai: Star Rail), Caelus (Honkai: Star Rail), Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail), March 7th (Honkai: Star Rail), Asta (Honkai: Star Rail), Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix, Angela "Mercy" Ziegler Relationships: Hisoka (Hunter X Hunter)/Reader, Illumi Zoldyck/Reader, Kurapika/Leorio Paladiknight, Kurapika/Reader, Leorio Paladiknight/Reader, Shalnark (Hunter X Hunter)/Reader, Hisoka/Machi (Hunter X Hunter), Klaus Hargreeves/Reader, number five/reader, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Reader, Gepard/Serval (Honkai: Star Rail), Pokkle/Ponzu (Hunter X Hunter), Reader/Everyone Additional Tags: kink details in each chapter, Degradation, Masochism, Sadism, Dacryphilia, Pegging, Femdom, submissive men, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Female, Public Sex, Vibrators, Sex Toys, Bondage, Choking, Cockwarming, Dirty Talk, Toxic Relationships, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent, Mommy Kink, Strap-Ons, Blowjobs, Face-Fucking, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering via AO3 works tagged 'Kurapika/Leorio Paladiknight' https://ift.tt/51IFGKy July 12, 2024 at 03:39AM

[clareguilty]

Kinktober Prompt #4

So not only is this prompt late, but its not even the one i said i would have done today because of writers block. Anyways, i hope y’all like weird, magic, tentacle smut.

Witch!Mercy/f!reader Rating: Explicit | Tentacles, magic rituals, dubcon, face sitting… i went HAM y’all Word Count: ~1800

Read it on AO3

You probably should have listened when your friends warned you not to go near the Witch of the Wilds. She was dangerous. Wicked. A powerful sorceress and a master of life and death. She had bewitched many, committed unspeakable evils. And you were intent on seeking her out.

 Her lair was hidden deep in the woods, and it took you quite a while to find it. Still, you strode up to the heavy wooden door with as much confidence as you muster.

 The door opened on its own. Swinging inward slowly with a high creak. Okay. You probably should have expected something like that in all honesty. This was the Witch of the Wilds.

 You tentatively stepped inside, peering around in the dark entry way. The second both of your feet had cross the threshold. You blacked out.

 The first thing you saw when you woke was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen.

 “An angel?” you asked, trying to clear the fog from your head. You couldn’t move, but that would make sense if you were dead.

 She chuckled, a low sound that seemed to fill the air around you. “You’re sweet, but I’m far from holy.”

 She was sitting a little ways away, large book propped open on her crossed knees. A feather quill hovering in the air beside her.

 “You came looking for me? I assume you wanted something.” She closed the book and set it aside. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her. Your initial assumption had been far too innocent. This was no angel. She was a temptress. You dragged your gaze away from her legs and saw the wickedness in her eyes. “I give nothing for free, so I’ve already taken the liberty of arranging my payment. Once I am finished, we can discuss your request.”

 You were bewildered. What was she talking about? You attempted to sit up, but you had hardly moved an inch before you realized that you were tied down. Stripped naked and bound to a large wooden table. The sigils carved in the wood left a pit in your stomach.

 “The Witch of the Wilds,” you breathed.

 “I guess that’s what most call me these days,” she tutted. She was at a long table covered in instruments and vials and parchment. “It has been quite a while since someone sought me out deliberately. I can’t wait to learn what it is you want. Unfortunately, it’s the night of the new moon and I’ve been wanting to perform this ritual for a long time. I hope you don’t mind if I take my end of the deal first.”

 Your confusion was quickly giving way to fear. You may have bitten off more than you could chew.

 “It was very lucky that you showed up when you did. Not many people travel on a waning moon. I just happen to have everything else I need all ready here.” She was mixing some sort of paste in a stone bowl. “It’s amazing how many materials one has to gather just to get yet      another    material.”

 You tensed as she turned to you, carrying the bowl to the table you were fastened to. There was no way in hell you were eating that.

 You didn’t have to. Instead, she began painting sigils across your body. Teasing you when she first slathered the cold substance right across your chest. She was deliberate. Careful. Occasionally taking a thin metal instrument to scrape away at the paste until it was the desired shape. It was a strange sensation, especially as the paste began to harden and darken against your skin.

 “What kind of ritual is this?” you asked, already dreading the answer.

 “A summoning,” she answered simply. “I require materials from a dark world being. The being will not come to this realm without an offering. That’s where you come in.”

 She took in your expression and quickly added, “Of course, you’ll survive the ritual. There’s no need to be worried. Everything should be finished by dawn.”

 You decided you didn’t want to ask any more questions.

 The painstaking process was soon complete, and you had been covered in sigils from your neck to your toes. She even adjusted the bindings on your ankles, spreading your legs wide before tying them back even tighter than before. You were ashamed, embarrassed to be so exposed, but the Witch was unfazed. She procured a large shallow basin and placed it between your thighs.

 You watched her carefully arrange a series of items in the basin. Powders, herbs, stones, and strange things from jars. The last addition was a few drops of glowing blue liquid.

 “Thank you for being so patient with me,” the Witch smiled at you, opening her large book once more. “If you could keep quiet for just a moment longer, I’ve got the incantation and we’ll be all set.”

 She began the incantation. It was a language you had never heard, and it sounded strange and uncomfortable to your ears. Every passing second made you more and more afraid of what was to come.

 It had been nearly a minute of recitation when you felt it. The sigils on your skin began to feel warm and strange. Buzzing like an insects wings. It wasn’t uncomfortable but you opened your mouth to scream anyways. You had barely parted your lips when a palm firmly clamped over your lips. The witch hadn’t finished her incantation.

 Next, the materials in the basin between your legs erupted in bright blue flames. You screamed against the witch’s palm, thrashing in your bonds as the flames began to take shape, opening into some kind of portal.

 The portal was pitch black. The witch watched it with bright, eager eyes, waiting for what would come through. She finished her incantation with a smile, setting the book aside as she watched the flames. They licked at the insides of your thighs, but didn’t burn. Just as the sigils glowed and buzzed against your skin.

 At last, something reach through the portal. A thin, dark tendril snaked its way out, tapping along the wood of the table until it found your thigh. You immediately tried to scream again, but the witch covered your mouth before you could make a sound.

 “Please keep quiet,” she asked, sounding more exasperated than anything. “We wouldn’t want to scare it with your noise.”

 The tendril snaked up your leg, tapping along the sigils before coming to the apex of your thighs. Apparently, that was just what it was looking for, because it began rubbing against the sensitive flesh there. You tried to move away, but you were bound too firmly.

 Your panic only increased tenfold when another tendril brushed against your knee. They stroked you between your legs. You felt a wave of shame as you realized that it felt good.  

 And then one of them pressed inside you. Moving back and forth in a familiar motion. Your screams against the witch’s palm turned to moans of pleasure.

 “Ah,” she grinned. “Perfect.” Her cheeks were flushed, and she was watching the creature with rapt fascination. “If only I could have served as the offering myself.”

 She watched you. Watched your mouth fall open as the tendrils worked their way inside of you. Stretching you and filling you. Several more had emerged from the portal, wrapping around your legs and up to your chest. Occasionally, one of the tendrils would fill you with a warm, tingling liquid and retreat back into the portal, only to be replaced by another shortly after.

 “We had best keep you quiet,” she mused. “And I’m feeling a little bit left out of the fun. What if I…?” She chewed her lip. Nodding as she came to a decision.

 She climbed onto the table, pushing her already revealing skirt to the side as she swung her thigh over your head. “Be a good girl for me,” she murmured as she lowered herself to your lips.

 Your tongue met her pussy and you moaned against her. She made an appreciative sound, grinding down to meet you.

 You did the best you could to serve the Witch of the Wilds. The tendrils between your legs made it difficult to stay focused. They brought you to orgasm again and again, never relenting. You wanted to do the same for the witch.

 She rode your face until your jaw was tired; then she freed one of your hands so you could use your fingers. You never backed down until she nearly collapsed, sliding off of the table and disappearing into a heap on the floor. You were a fucked out mess, still subject to the tendrils that never seemed to tire. You were a mess, covered in whatever it was they created and nearly mindless with pleasure.

 The witch recovered after several minutes, gathering up a number of empty jars and collecting the substance that was pooling between your legs.

 And then the portal closed.

 It was abrupt. You were so lost in bliss that you hardly even noticed until the witch was removing you from your bonds.

 “It must be dawn,” she noted as she began wiping off the jars to put them away. “Here.” She lifted you from the table, carrying you with ease to a large basin across the room. “Rest as long as you need to. I’ll bring food and wine in just a bit.”

 The water in the basin – probably enchanted – was soothing. And it eased your aches as you ate a plate of fruit and nuts that the witch brought. Unfortunately, the paste that had created the sigils on your body had stained your skin, and you were still covered in strange markings after it was washed away. It was only after you were wrapped in a soft robe and settled in a large chair by the fireplace that she spoke.

 “Thank you for assisting me with that. It is a great help to me. I will now grant you anything you ask in return.” She smiled warmly. You were still entranced by her beauty, even after all you had been through.

 “Let me stay with you.”

 “Excuse me?” The witch asked.

 “I came all this way because I wished to learn magic. Powerful magic. And after everything that happened last night, I would like to become your student. That ritual was… amazing. And I would gladly be your offering again on the next new moon.” You rushed in your explanation, hoping she wouldn’t turn you away.

 Instead she laughed. “Well, I won’t be needing to perform that particular ritual any time soon. But I can think of many other ways in which you can assist me.” Her lips curled, and your heart began to race at the shine in her eyes. “Very well, you can remain here with me. It would be nice to have a willing subject for my spells and experiments.”

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Ahh! Requests are open! I just finished reading Welcome to Blackwatch, and I need more!! Might I suggest Mercy x Reader fluff and light smut?

*There’s no smut. I hope that’s okay :)

You loved when she touched you. Her touch alone could healany ailment you had. She would laugh when you told her, but you were serious.

When you first met Angela, you knew right away she was theone. She played hard to get and you had to break down a few walls but it wasworth it. You would fight for her till your dying day because you knew shewould do the same for you.

Her smile lit up your world and her kisses were magical,making you forget about the rest of the world as long as her lips were onyours. Her voice made you smile. She seemed to be untouched by all the ills ofthe world. She was your heaven on earth.

When you laid in bed with her, whether you were just wakingup or just got done making love, you swore that she gave off light. She wastruly your angel.

If you were away from her for too long, you felt weak – it wasalmost as if she was giving you life when she was around. You were hold her fortoo long when she finally got home and she would have to pry you off her with aloving smile on her face.

You hoped she never said goodbye because you just wouldn’tknow what to do. You needed her, you wantedher and you hoped she felt the same.

You were always afraid of scaring her away. Were you tooaffectionate? Were you too clingy? But every time she smiled at you or kissedyou, your worries were washed away, replaced by a feeling of immortality.

On the days when you felt like you couldn’t go on, she wasalways there to lift you up. You had never been more thankful for someone inyour life than you were for her.

She was your angel, your saving grace. She was your Mercy.

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burning up for you (junkrat x reader)

by churchbunnie

being invited to work at overwatch was never an exciting prospect to you. in fact, even the idea sparked such a deep disgust that you refused to interact with anyone associated with the group. but after being forced to partner up with the team, you reconnect with someone you assumed to be lost to time.

Words: 1035, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Lúcio Correia dos Santos, Jesse McCree, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada, Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Lena "Tracer" Oxton, Fareeha "Pharah" Amari, Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix, Ana Amari, Hana "D.Va" Song, Junkrat | Jamison Fawkes, Reinhardt Wilhelm, Tekhartha Zenyatta, Roadhog | Mako Rutledge, Winston (Overwatch), Moira O'Deorain, Satya "Symmetra" Vaswani, Mei-Ling Zhou, Aleksandra "Zarya" Zaryanova, Torbjörn Lindholm, Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu, Emily (Overwatch), Sombra | Olivia Colomar

Relationships: Junkrat | Jamison Fawkes/Reader, Fareeha "Pharah" Amari/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Lúcio Correia dos Santos/Hana "D.Va" Song

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Loss, Past Drug Addiction, Road Trips, Missions, Battle

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burning up for you (junkrat x reader)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Tr4qmb

by churchbunnie

being invited to work at overwatch was never an exciting prospect to you. in fact, even the idea sparked such a deep disgust that you refused to interact with anyone associated with the group. but after being forced to partner up with the team, you reconnect with someone you assumed to be lost to time.

Words: 1035, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Lúcio Correia dos Santos, Jesse McCree, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada, Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Lena "Tracer" Oxton, Fareeha "Pharah" Amari, Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix, Ana Amari, Hana "D.Va" Song, Junkrat | Jamison Fawkes, Reinhardt Wilhelm, Tekhartha Zenyatta, Roadhog | Mako Rutledge, Winston (Overwatch), Moira O'Deorain, Satya "Symmetra" Vaswani, Mei-Ling Zhou, Aleksandra "Zarya" Zaryanova, Torbjörn Lindholm, Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu, Emily (Overwatch), Sombra | Olivia Colomar

Relationships: Junkrat | Jamison Fawkes/Reader, Fareeha "Pharah" Amari/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Lúcio Correia dos Santos/Hana "D.Va" Song

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, Angst, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Loss, Past Drug Addiction, Road Trips, Missions, Battle

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Tr4qmb

[ao3feed-bellarke]

Requests for some one shots/short fics?!

by Teelei

Look through the tags and let me know if I can write something up for you! I will be taking requests on anything tagged and up for more that isn't up there because I know I would have forgotten something!

 Thanking you!! :D

Words: 303, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings (Movies), 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, The 100 (TV), Naruto, Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types, Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Fairy Tail, Inu x Boku Secret Service | The Dog and Me Secret Service (Anime), Full Metal Panic, overwatch, Overwatch (Video Game), GOT7

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Legolas Greenleaf, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Taehyung | V, Bellamy Blake, Clarke Griffin, Haruno Sakura, Hatake Kakashi, Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto, Hyuuga Hinata, Yamanaka Ino, Nara Shikamaru, Inuzuka Kiba, Hyuuga Neji, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Edward Elric, Winry Rockbell, Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye, Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Gray Fullbuster, Loke (Fairy Tail), Juvia Lockser, Gajeel Redfox, Levy McGarden, Sting Eucliffe, Rogue Cheney, Miketsukami Soushi, Shirakiin Ririchiyo, Chidori Kaname, Sagara Sousuke, Original Characters, Jesse McCree, Hana "D.Va" Song, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Genji Shimada, Hanzo Shimada, Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix, Im Jaebum | JB, Jackson Wang, Kim Yugyeom, Park Jinyoung | Jr.

Relationships: Legolas Greenleaf/Original Female Character(s), Legolas Greenleaf/Tauriel, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Original Character(s), Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin, Haruno Sakura/Hatake Kakashi, Hatake Kakashi/Original Female Character(s), Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Sasuke, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Everyone, Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell, Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia, Gray Fullbuster/Lucy Heartfilia, Levy McGarden/Gajeel Redfox, Lucy Heartfilia/Loke, Sting Eucliffe/Lucy Heartfilia, Rogue Cheney/Lucy Heartfilia, Lucy Heartfilia/Everyone, Miketsukami Soushi/Shirakiin Ririchiyo, Chidori Kaname/Sagara Sousuke, Jesse McCree/Reader, Jesse McCree/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Jesse McCree/Original Character(s), Jesse McCree/Hana "D.Va" Song, Jesse McCree/Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison & Hana "D.Va" Song, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison/Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix, Genji Shimada/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Genji Shimada/Hana "D.Va" Song, Hanzo Shimada/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Hanzo Shimada & Hana "D.Va" Song, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Original Character(s), Im Jaebum | JB/Original Character(s), Jackson Wang/Original Character(s), Park Jinyoung | Jr./Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Angst, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, No Porn, No Smut, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Character Death, Pregnancy, Drugs Made Them Do It, Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Violence, Magic, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Happy Ending, no happy ending, Homosexuality, Bisexuality, Age Difference, Ghosts, Vampires, Demons, Elves, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Soulmates

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/16496423