#d.va x reader smut

[nyctophiliq]

✮ ┆ HANA IS A PERVERT! hana ‘d.va’ song

— “you keep lurking in my dreams.”

description.             ever since hana had arrived to the overwatch base she has been watching you close, dreaming of you, wanting you, have visions of you while relieving herself

content warnings.               MDNI, nsfw content, female-bodied reader, mention of angela, masturbation, wet dreams, infatuation author’s notes.             continuing the ‘IS A PERVERT!’ line, next up is hana !!! enjoy the filth smut lovers

it wasn’t unusual for hana to be out this late around the base, being the new addition to the overwatch family, getting used to the time zone differences and to her new bed without her friend just a step away. but she had to do what must have been done and she did so without question or doubt, following most if not all words of her commanders.

the other side of her story of being up, one that she would be embarrassed admitting out loud, is that your shift usually started late at night for whatever reason. hana wanted to ask if it was because you choose the night life or were the higher ups forcing you. but she never did, she always just watched as you did your rounds, restocked first aid kits around the corridors, assess inventories, and manage paper files. the night at the infirmary was relatively slow that much hana noticed, only a few agents came around and needed assessment rather than the rush in the morning.

the more time she spent watching you, the more she couldn’t stop the dreams from accompanying her when she turned back to her bed. she saw you, everything she wanted to see she saw in her imagination as she tossed and turned, trying to shush her thoughts when in reality she didn’t really want to. she just couldn’t stop, every vision she had you during her lewd dreams just drawn her to you even more, so much so she became obsessed with the thought of at least once feeling what it felt like to be with you. but she never really made up the courage, rather ran when you took an innocent glance at her direction- you weren’t even looking at her- but she thought you were, she was sure you were, and she couldn’t let go of that anymore.

it was much later that she started to sneak into the camera room, getting all the screens to be different angles of the infirmary to be so she could see you from your ever side. it riled her up, had her squish her thighs together as she watched your every step, over sexualizing every little move you made because she was that obsessed with you now. she scared herself with how much she needed to see you, but the other part of her that approved of her actions were much more persuasive than the half that was trying to tell her she was walking down the wrong path.

hana grew more and more brave, but not in a sense anyone would expect. first it was just when she went to shower, holding herself up by leaning on her hands against the white tiles on the wall, just thinking about your teasing words as you finger roamed across her slim frame then it progressed to her touching herself as the hot water ran down her back. she whispered your name multiple times, begging for the fragment of you in her imagination for to go faster and let her cum. she imagined you called her a good girl, a good bunny, your good bunny as she came on her fingers, shaking, and shivering.

the peak of hana’s stalking was when she completely disregarded the possibility of someone else being up other than the two of you, watching from the end of the hall, from behind a doorframe. she had the same pj’s on that she always did, those soft pink shorts with a deeper pink shirt that was too big on her. the rubber bands in the shorts were loose, hana always needed to tie the laces so it wouldn’t slip so low on her body but tonight at this moment, they weren’t tied.

you wore one of those tighter outfits you had, everyone let it slip because the white coat covered it up, leaving nothing for the eyes or the imagination. her mind went into override waiting for that moment for you to discard the coat, complain of the hot of the office under your breath before sitting back into your chair. the deeper tone that your cheeks picked up when you did so, the slight glint of your skin under the led lights, and the sighs you let out in frustration did all the things hana waited for. she slipped her hand in the loose shorts, shamelessly leaning against the wall as she watched you struggle with the heat.

oh how she wanted you to be the one taking advantage of her, pushing her from behind up against the wall and use her. there was no concern in her for her dignity, she had an inkling that whoever would walk in on her fingering herself wouldn’t say a word- but in this moment she didn’t care, she just wanted you, you, only you.

“y/n…” she sighs as she pushes her fingers in deeper, two is enough, tho it is a tight fit. but you probably wouldn’t mind the challenge to stretch her, help her fit a little more inside so she can feel even better. all she needed was you, one word from you and she would do anything, no matter what it was.

hana’s head fell against the wall, huffing as she worked inside of herself. “please, I n-need it.” she cries as low as she can, her teary eyes trying to focus on you but it’s so hard to keep her eyes open now or keep herself up. she didn’t need too much to tip over the edge now, she never did, all she could think about through out the day was this exact moment when she could watch you and fuck herself thinking it was you. nothing made her day better, nothing else made losing a mission better than having your pretty face on display, the frustration written all over it as she clawed her insides thinking she was helping you relieve all that was bothering you.

“that’s it bunny let go,” hana utters the words, but she hears them in your tone, now really lost in her fantasy as she draws her fingers against her walls and with the remaining strength she has before creaming on her fingers, she bites down on the neck of her shirt, trying to stuff as much into her mouth as she can. hana wanted you to hear it, hear as she cries your name out and collapse because of all the lewd thoughts you caused her.

she couldn’t let you, not yet, that strange stomach-turning feeling was still bothering her whenever she tried to walk into your office. just a look from you would get her flustered, get her to forget what she wanted and embarrass herself. she will eventually do it, tell you how much she likes you and that she wants you to show her everything you know, never show it to anyone else just her, only her.

[xodarling]

im gna be in heat for a min (smut btw)

i want to tie dva up and edge her ykyk. like starting with a feather or something on her clit and nipples and wait till shes literally like dripping like her whimpering cuz it barely feels good and then once i feel nice ill use a vibe on her clit but on the lowest setting so she’s just squirming and whimpering.

and then and then out of nowhere turning up the settings to the highest one so her whines go like up an octave and she’s moving a lot despite the tight ropes. pulling away the vibe when shes close doing it until she’s begging to cum and when im finally nice and let her cum I dont pull it away just keeping it on her clit and enjoying her whimpers n whines

I LUV HER SM AJBRJDN

[hisunshiine]

—in good hands | jjk [M]

💻 pairing: streamer!jungkook x female!reader 🫶🏻 au/genre: camboy au, smut 💻 rating: M 🫰🏻 wc: 1,500 💻 warnings: second hand embarrassment from your friend exposing your thirst for JK; explicit sexual content: masturbation, voyeurism, cum eating, fingering. 🫶🏻 summary: camboy!Tae helps convince his streaming/gaming friend Jungkook to try it out, especially when a mutual friend’s input (yours) sweetens the deal, and you’re more than ready to get your hands dirty helping him. 💻 an: thank you to @moonleeai and @downbad4yoongi for beta reading when i needed a…hand. Hehehe.  💻 an 2: part of the @bangtanwritershq September 2023 “Big Boys” flash fiction writing event. request received from @colormepurplex2

“Stop staring, babe.”

Jungkook adjusts the volume on his gaming headset, unsure about what Taehyung could be talking about, but the attitude in his voice is apparent. 

“Everything cool, Tae?”

“Yeah…”

He falls silent and Jungkook uses the grappling hook to bring Widowmaker above enemy lines before using Infrasight to show his teammates the enemies positions on the map. Climbing a bit higher, he takes a few opponents out with her assault rifle, and D.Va appears to his left on screen, using her fusion cannons to take out the rest. 

“Fuck yeah! Good game,” Jungkook praises, but Taehyung remains quiet. Jungkook turns off the livestream he set up for the game and tries to check in once more with his friend.

“Tae?”

“Yeah, sorry, I muted, but uh, Hana wants to tell you something.”

Jungkook can hear as Hana takes the headset from his friend, and her light vocals replace her boyfriend's much deeper ones.

“Hey Kookie, have you ever thought about camming like Tae does? I mean, I’m skimming a few comments from the stream and you have more than a few viewers talking about your hands.”

Jungkook feels his cheeks grow warm at what Hana is implying. He knows about the thirsty viewers, the requests he gets to put his hands to better use. It’s not that he hasn’t thought about it—the pay alone could be quite good—he’s just a little shy.

“I’m not saying you have to, I just have a friend…you’ve met her a few times! Tae said you thought she was cute—ow! Anyway, she thinks you’re hot and enjoys watching you guys play and well…she’s interested in watching a different type of content if you ever decide on it. Okay, here’s Tae-Tae.”

Hana disappears as if she didn’t just insinuate that Jungkook should stream himself fucking his fist on camera because her friend thinks he’s hot. He shouldn’t be surprised, really. They're a match made in heaven if he’s ever seen one. Taehyung and Hana met when she won a contest through his livestreams, and they’ve been dating for a while. Jungkook bounces the idea around in his head as Taehyung takes back his headset.

Hana’s friend is pretty cute, not that Jungkook’s ever said that to her. It’s nice knowing that she’s attracted to him, because the few times they’ve hung out as a group he felt like they seemed to hit it off. Maybe…

“Hey, Tae, what platform do you use to cam, again?” 

You can’t believe Hana, your so-called-best-friend, told Jungkook that you watch when he and Taehyung stream themselves gaming because you think he’s hot. Or that she let slip your little fantasy about watching him stream—playing with something else. You can’t be too mad at her though, because Jungkook messaged you on discord for your number the next day. 

He’s shamelessly flirting, masking it by asking you to help him with his first ever non-gaming stream, and after texting for a few days, he asks if you can help him decide on some of the finer details—in person—as moral support before he goes live and to help him make sure to give his audience what they’re looking for. 

Of course you agree, because spending time with Jungkook, helping him get into the mindset for the camming he is about to do sounds like exactly how you want to spend your Friday night.

Jungkook’s hands are sweating just a bit as he positions the camera in place. He’s waiting for you to show up at the agreed upon time, and though you aren’t late, he kind of wishes you would be super early, so he would stop overthinking. 

When you finally knock on his apartment door, ten minutes early because you were overly excited and couldn’t linger anymore downstairs without feeling like a creep, you don’t expect to be met by him shirtless and in sweatpants. He looks a little frazzled, like he’s run his fingers through his hair too much, but it looks sexy paired with his rippling abs as he greets you. 

“You look pretty,” he says, complimenting your choice of sundress as summer comes to an end. “I don’t know what to wear…I have these sweats, but I also have another pair of pants…make yourself comfy, I’m gonna try those on for you to see.” Jungkook had led you into his bedroom as he spoke, and he motions to his bed next to it, disappearing into his closet.

You glance around his room, taking in the set up he has for streaming and try to focus on how you can enhance the set for this type of streaming. You make a few changes to the orientation of the lights until you hear his soft footsteps pad back into the room. Turning, the sight in front of you is so heavenly, it’s sinful. It takes you a few moments to speak.

“Definitely wear the leather.” You wipe at your mouth in case some drool leaked from the corner. The white tee and the leather pants he’s squeezed his fit thighs into have you clenching your legs together—you aren’t sure if Jungkook notices or not, but you take a deep breath so you can get yourself together.

You reach for your purse. “Okay, I think you’re ready. You got this.”

“Um…can you stay while I go live?”

Jungkook’s fingers nimbly undo the single button on the black leather pants he’s wearing, making sure to peel back each side of the opening as he slowly reveals the divots in his hips, and the top of his hardening cock. He keeps sliding until the tops of his thighs appear and his cock springs free, bouncing slowly from the weight of his arousal. 

You watch from your own phone seated on the edge of his bed, enthralled by his movements. The view is so much better than what you had hoped for, mostly because you were able to curate your wildest fantasy.

He reaches off camera for the bottle of lube, a self-heating KY Jelly that squelches lewdly into his hand before he sets it back down. The camera is angled so close that just his tattooed hand and cock can be seen, but you look away from your phone where you’re viewing the content for perfect placement when you feel his eyes burning into the side of your face. 

Your phone falls to your lap, eyes entranced by his gaze on yours as his right hand begins a slow, wet glide down over the tip and along his shaft. When the edge of his pinky finger and palm reaches the base, he pauses briefly to give himself a tight, teasing squeeze, and lets out an orgasmic groan that taunts your throbbing clit. 

Fuck. You want to take over for him—want to deepthroat him until he’s whining and then climb on top and ride him until he’s breeding you like the little cumslut you are. But for now, you watch from the best seat in the house as he pleasures himself. 

His eyes are low, full of desire as he watches you, hoping you will return the favor and touch yourself, too. With each glide his grip makes, you feel your legs inching apart—if you were home, it wouldn’t even be a question of whether you would be joining in or not.

“I hope you’re touching yourself, too,” Jungkook’s voice is deeper than usual, breathy. He continues talking to his viewers as the numbers climb, but his eyes are on you. “In fact, I want you to. Want you spreading those pretty thighs apart for me, just like that.”

You follow his directives, unable to disobey. 

“Don’t be shy, let me see.”

Quietly, you shimmy your panties down, glad you wore a dress that so easily allows him a view of your dripping pussy.

“Touch yourself how you want me to touch you, baby. Good girl.” Jungkook bites his lip, just for your viewing pleasure, as your fingers slip and slide through your lips, teasing your clit and taunting your opening. “Wait till I get my hands on you, I’ll make you feel so good.”

Your eyes follow the pattern he makes as he speeds up, tattooed fingers gripping himself tightly as he pulls his shirt up to reveal his abs, flexing as the pleasure builds.

A gasp from your lips sends him over the edge, opaque cum oozing over the ridge of his fingers as he fucks his fist through the high. You watch with eyes hooded as his tattoos become less visible, two fingers rubbing your clit furiously so you can follow him. You vaguely hear him say something else before he’s out of his chair, hands replacing yours as his body cages you onto his bed.

You wrap your fingers around his cum covered ones, sucking them clean before he dips them inside of you. You let out a whine as his fingers reach deeper than yours did, hips rocking for more friction.

“You’re in good hands, now, baby.”

Thank you for readinggg!!!! Hope you liked this! Read camboy!Tae's 3-part mini series here!

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[thealtoduck]

Masterlist: MCU / X Men

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No pairing:

Being Valkyrie’s son and joining the Revengers… and saving Asgard… Sort off

Becoming Black Widow’s sidekick and just being generally cool…

You’re Tony Stark’s actual intern but you’re also a badass…

You’re Tony’s son with super hearing…

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Peter Parker:

Being a psychic and going to school with Peter Parker…

Your basically a male version of Mercy from Overwatch and dating Peter Parker…

Again you are a male version of Mercy from Overwatch and your dating Peter Parker but that’s not really the focus of this story…

Okay so you are a male version of Kim Possible and you save Peter Parker…

Meeting Peter and being the oldest child in the Addams Family…

I love you (Smut)

So your basically Danny Phantom but your also part of the Avengers… + Peter Parker becomes your boyfriend…

Just some small relationship and powers headcanons for basically being Danny Phantom and part of the Avengers… (A little smut)

You’re an alien but you also have a magic car and you hook up with Spider-Man… (Smut)

Having Sandman’s superpowers and being saved by Peter Parker…

Peter’s boyfriend with the powers of Invisible Woman… (A little smut)

Drivers License (Songfic + Angst)

Being Peter Parker’s boyfriend and living with the iconic legends the Golden Girls… (aka: I made an iconic crossover)

Being the Nova and being frienemies with Peter Parker…

You’re basically D.va from Overwatch and you meet Peter Parker…

Being the son of Emma Frost and being in the same class as Peter Parker…

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Flash Thompson:

One Time Thing (Smut)

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Series:

Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader - Masterlist

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No Pairing:

Being a mutant and joining Xavier’s school…

Being a student at Xavier’s school and unlocking your second mutation…

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[montcumbry-gaytor]

Eternally yours

Hanzo x Amab!Reader x Cassidy! Smut

A/N : Anotha one, I have trouble being consistent but yk I'm getting shit done.

A/N : READER USES HE/HIM

FEM ALIGNED DNI

WARNINGS : Threesome, Smut, what is to be expected from a cowboy and an archer.

Cigar smoke and Incense, very contrasting smells, and yet they always seemed to linger around eachother, it's not something you'd expect, but it was a delightful smell.

Of course, scents weren't what you were thinking about, you were thinking about Cassidy and Hanzo, The ex-blackwatch cowboy, and the Ninja who could control dragons and abandoned his responsibilities.

At times like these you could only swoon for men like that, not only were they morally attractive, but physically too, and don't get started on personalities.

Damn- what was god putting in men these days?

Nonetheless, you carried out your day, finding either Hanzo, or Cassidy's, or both of the two's gaze on you, like lasers in the back of your skull, made it very difficult though.

You hadn't talked to either of them much, especially not Hanzo, as he was more shut off as Cassidy, who was very friendly and struck conversation with you often.

Which is how you found out Cassidy and Hanzo were dating, Through simple conversation, you listened, Cassidy had been chatting up a storm as he found you eating.

You couldn't pinpoint when exactly this crush bubbled up for the strange duo, but your heart did flips anytime you interacted with them, but you didn't want to initiate anything, taking as they were happily together, and you didn't want to change that.

The base of Overwatch was mostly empty, save for you, Hanzo, Cassidy, D.va, and Hammond, who you hadn't seen much of, but the base was big enough that it was natural.

As you traveled outside to get some fresh air, you were quickly greeted with a puff of smoke traveling your direction, bringing your eyes to the source, Hanzo and Cassidy stood, conversing as a cigar hung out of Cassidy's lip.

"Oh- My bad Partner, didn't mean to get that in your face."

"It's alright, I'm just out here to breathe."

You explained, blush tinting your cheeks as Cassidy lightly patted your shoulder.

"Me 'n Han were just talking about you, we've got something to tell you, if you'd be willin', Not right now though, we were wonderin' if you'd meet us in my Room later in the evening?"

"Oh- sure! is it anything important?"

"You could say that."

Hanzo spoke, pushing himself off the wall, coming to stand next to Cassidy, before whispering to him something unintelligible.

"Well I'll see you 'round, Han's gettin' cold."

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around Hanzo's waist.

"See you tonight Cassidy, and Hanzo."

"Just call me Cole."

"Right, Cole, See you."

You said one final time, watching them both enter the building, letting you finally hear the silence, the safehouse was amazing, in an open field, it was peaceful.

You stayed out there for hours, watching time fly by, the moon coming out to shine white light on your face, bringing a chill with it, you decided it was finally time to retreat back inside.

Then your mind wandered back to your interaction with Cole and Hanzo, asking ATHENA for the time, thanking her for her response of "7:30" and wandering through the halls, Angela's medical office, a meeting room, down to the deeper parts where everyone's quarters were.

Finally, you reached Cole's room, fidgeting for a short while before knocking your knuckles against the metal door, quickly pulling away as Cole stood between the opening it had made.

"Glad you came, Make yourself at home."

He said, gesturing to his bed, both him and Hanzo we're in more casual attire, Cole's glove, Shawl, Hat, Belts, and holster were all off.

Hanzo had done the same with his belt, and his bow had been placed soundly on a shelf of Cole's, his boots taken off and sat by the door.

You had never seen them so casual, so you could say you were more awkward than normal, standing stiffly near Cole's wall.

"Why so tense? C'mon sit down, We got somethin' we wanna tell ya."

You quietly came to sit between them, keeping your hands in your lap and eyeing them down, almost as if you were shooting lasers out of your eyes.

You heard a sigh from your left, eyes flashing to Hanzo, who had his attention on Cassidy, jumping as a cold metal hand came to rest on your shoulder.

"Listen, Darlin' we don't wanna push you into any of this, but we both think you are a very good lookin' kinda man."

"-Ahem, we would like to ask you if you would, consider, becoming our partner."

Hanzo said shortly after Cole, eyeing you down, as you could do nothing more but stare down in shock with a blush lighting up your face.

"I uh- I'm not sure I understand-"

You muttered, biting your lip, eyes locking with Cole as he brushed hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek to bring you to face him.

"We like you, Darlin' we want you to date us."

You heard Hanzo hum in agreement from behind you.

"We both have deep interest with you, but only if you would like to, please."

Hanzo said, grasping one of your hands and leaving a chaste kiss on it.

"Im really surprised you feel that way, I mean since I've been pining on both of you since you joined."

You laughed under your breath, eyeing them both who raised their brows awaiting your response.

"Yes, I'd like to be you both's boyfriend."

Hearing the pleased sigh of Hanzo, and seeing the Toothy grin of Cole's, sent butterflies right to your stomach.

"does this mean I can kiss you guys now?"

You asked, looking at Hanzo, and then Cole, who grasped your chin, pulling you to kiss him, smiling as you melted into it, running a hand through his hair and tugging it gently.

You felt your muscles tense at the feeling of Hanzo kneel at your feet, hugging around your waist, causing your breath to hitch.

"You're excited."

He stated, dragging a finger down the seam of your pants, right over the forming tent in the fabric.

"I can do something about this, if you'd let me."

He added, eyeing you for an answer, smirking as you nodded in time with your erection twitching as Cole took to leaving gentle hickey's on your neck.

You couldn't help but smirk at how Cole whimpered as you gently tugged him by his hair away from your neck to kiss him once again, slipping your tongue into his mouth.

You felt hazy as Hanzos mouth met your tip, slipping down your length, running his tongue on the underside, leaving you to pull from the kiss in a helpless groan.

"Oh fuck Hanzo.. your mouth is so hot.. ah.."

You whispered, whining as he slipped a finger into your hole, easier than he expected he slipped in his ring finger in aswell and curling them towards him, pressing against your prostate as he bobbed his head on your length.

The overwhelming pleasure leaving you to lean on Cole who slipped his hands under your shirt, the warmth of his flesh hand and chill of his metal hand meeting your nipples causing your back to arch.

"Mm gonna cum! Hanzo- Please~'

You whined, moaning as Cole's lips met yours, muffling the lewd noises spouting from you as you came into Hanzos mouth, who pulled off of you before swallowing, pumping you in his hands to let you come off your high.

As you caught your breath, you sighed as you pulled Hanzo into a kiss, pulling on the ribbon in his hair, letting it fall around his face.

"You look hot like this."

You hummed, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger, turning to Cassidy, who watched you both with admiration and frustration as his erection pressed uncomfortably in his pants.

You took no time slipping off your clothes, time passing quickly as you all stripped, coming into a position as you pinned down Cole while Hanzo pressed against your backside.

"He needs little preparing, he can't bear going without something in his hole each night."

Hanzo said, watching as Cole blushed, averting his eyes, which soon closed shut in pleasure as you pushed into him, as Hanzo has stated, he squeezed around you comfortably, you smirked at the noises he made as you bottomed out into him.

The smirk soon faltered as Hanzo pushed into you, it was hot in your stomach, causing you to pant, melting into the both of them as Hanzos chest pressed into the arch of your back.

Cole's hand met your face, you leaned into it as you took the hint to move your hips, Hanzo meeting your pace to thrust in as you thrusted out of Cole, the combined pleasure made your brain feel like mush.

"Ah- shit.. "

You whined out, huffing out short breaths, which Hanzo quickly shut down by kissing the back of your neck.

"Breath."

He muttered out, leaving small hickey's in his wake, smiling in satisfaction as your breathing evened out, the feel of his facial hair scratching your skin soothed you in a odd way.

You kept your right hand holding Cole's hip, while your left one held Hanzo's left from over your shoulder, whilst Hanzos right stroked over your stomach, Cole's right clung to your shoulder, whilst the left dug into his sheets.

"Oh fuck Darlin' I'm gonna cum..."

Cole whimpered out, his chest shuddering with his shaky breaths.

"I am too- ah.. you're so tight Cole.."

You hummed, stroking his hip with the pad of your thumb, leaning into Hanzo, who's cock twitched inside of you.

Cole came first, his cum spewing onto his stomach leaking through his abs, his hole tightening around you with his release, unwillingly, your dick slipped out of him as Hanzo pulled you close to him, fucking you without mercy.

"Doesn't he look pretty like this, Cole?"

"-Fuck yeah he does Han'."

Cole hummed out, laying back as he watched you cum, the white substance leaking down your cock and spurting onto his legs, Hanzo pulled out, fucking into your thighs before his seed spilled down your legs, which quivered weakly.

Cole grabbed you by your waist, raising up to lay you on the bed, letting you catch your breath as he got up, kissing Hanzo deeply as his hand landed on Hanzos left hip momentarily.

"I'll get a towel for us, catch y'all's breath."

Cole hummed, winking at you as he disappeared into his bathroom, returning shortly after, already cleaned up as he tended to you and Hanzo, who unwantingly separated from a small cuddle you had formed.

"Hate to stop y'all from bein' cute but I want a clean cuddle pile."

Cole said, leaving kisses over you and Hanzos body as he cleaned you both up.

He tossed the towel into the floor, joining you both in the cuddle as he pulled a blanket over all of you, leaving you to shortly pass out from exhaustion

A/N : Mental illness teehee, hope y'all enjoyed, I made Cassidy use a accurate country accent because I myself am southern and cannot stand when then make him talk inaccurately

[crushedgraham]

Hey there! Can you do a D.va x fem!reader smut where Dva rides her soft masc gf in her gamer chair? Maybe a little specific but anyways lol

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D.va x Soft Masc gf

Being specific always helps! I hope you enjoy :D

It was late and Hana’s screams could be heard bouncing off of the walls of your shared apartment. You groan, tossing your phone aside onto the cushion next to you. Hana had been streaming for well over 8 hours now even though she had promised to keep it short. You had been looking forward to spending time with her since she’s been so busy with missions and working on her mech. Now, 8 hours later, you feel pretty disheartened. She had missed the plans and meals you had prepped for her free day.

You lean your head back, shutting your eyes with a sigh. You love Hana but dating a celebrity can be a pain in the ass sometimes. You wait another 10 minutes but her shouts don’t seem to be letting up anytime soon.

Defeated, you throw a blanket loosely over your waist and you clutch a pillow to your chest wishing it was Hana. But right as you're about to fall asleep, you hear soft thumps of footsteps and a quiet:

“Oh Jagi…”

You sleepily open your eyes just enough so you can see Hana standing over you in one of your shirts (that looks a lot more like a dress on her).

“Mm, you finally done?”

Your voice is low and scratchy from exhaustion which makes you miss the small blush on her cheeks.

“Yeah, I’m sorry baby I got caught up trying to beat this new game”

“It’s fine, jus’ wanna hold you”

Her eyes soften and she whispers a soft “Of course”, before grabbing your hand and leading you to your shared bedroom. Your eyes are set on the haven of your comfortable bed but Hana’s hand leads you to her desk, the paused screen from her game still glowing on the large monitors. At this point, exhaustion has settled deep into your bones and you’re too tired to protest when she pushes you to sit in her gaming chair. Though you’re content to just sleep in that chair when Hana straddles your lap, arms wrapping around the back of your neck to place little kisses across your face.

“‘M sorry, I know you had a lot planned today…I promise to make it up to you”

Her breath brushes against your ear and you shiver a little. Your hands run down her waist to rest on her hips, holding her close.

“We can just do it tomorrow, it’s no big de-”

She cuts you off with a gentle press of her lips against yours (you can taste the remnants of doritos and mountain dew on her lips, romantic right?). One of her hands slides up the back of your neck to tug lighty at the roots of your hair and she tugs at your bottom lip with her teeth at the same time. You groan against her lips, all the fatigue melting away from her little touches. Ignited with lust, you surge upwards to deepen the kiss - your tongue glides against her lip before slipping into her mouth to run along her own.

Hana’s hectic schedule has kept the two of you away from each other sexually for an ungodly amount of time. The built up sexual frustration leads to a greater neediness in both of you. Her hips grind down against yours and she whimpers against your lips when she feels the familiar bulge in your sweats.

Your hands reach underneath the large shirt to come in contact with thin panties. You pull away from Hana’s swollen lips to chuckle,

“No shorts even when you’re streaming?”

“Shut up and fuck me”

You giggle some more as she kisses you again while fumbling with the waistband of your sweats, trying to push them down as fast as possible. You let her struggle for a bit before raising your hips to help her out. She ruts her soaked panties against the underside of your strap, desperate for any kind of friction she can get.

“H-hahh…Need you Jagi please..!”

“Such a needy bunny, I wonder if you could cum like this?”

You grin devilishly when she lets out an annoyed whine into the crook of your neck.

“No! …Mngh…N-need you inside!”

As much as you want to make her beg for it, you’re just as desperate to be inside of her. You quickly slide her panties to the side and you slide in easily. The moan she lets out is angelic, she nuzzles into your neck with tightly shut eyes. Hana starts rolling her hips desperately: front to back then down and up and repeat. You let her have her fun, content to just listen to her moans and watch her fuck herself on your cock.

“Fuck! I need m-more, please Jagi please!”

Your hips snap up at the sound of her pleas which makes her bite roughly into your shoulder to conceal her loud moan. You set a rough pace, picking her up and down by the hips to meet your thrusts like a little doll. Her moans and the squelching of her wet pussy mix together louder than her screams from her stream, thank god for her sound-proofed set up.

And when you shift so that the tip of the strap brushes against her g-spot? Her pussy’s gushing, slick coating the insides of her thighs and making a mess of your sweats. Hana grips onto your shoulder and bicep like her life depends on it, tears mixed with mascara running down her flushed cheeks - making her look so pretty and fucked out.

“S-so..Ah! hah..Close!”

Your hand leaves one side of her hip to reach between your bodies to rub over her swollen clit. She chokes out a sobbed moan, and her thighs shake from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Cum for me bunny, be my good girl and cum for me.”

Fuck. That’s the final push she needed, she cums on command - her sensitive cunt twitching and cumming on your thick strap. She mewls quietly from the aftershocks and she slumps against your body tiredly.

“You okay?”

You murmur while kissing her hairline, your hands already massaging her thighs knowing they were going to be sore in the morning. Hana nods and makes a small noise of approval. You stand up with her in your arms and you set her down on the bed.

“I’ll be right back okay? Just gotta get some things for you”

She grunts in disagreement while holding you close, she wraps her legs around your waist to trap you in her embrace.

“Don’t leave me…”

“I’m not going anywhere, Hana”

[wisteriaiswriting]

once again asking for kiriko Could you write a smut fanfic with her, where she is in a kinda heat cycle or something along the lines of that?

𝔻𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕗

Words: 1112

This is my first smut so beware! [Kiriko x M!Reader]

There were a few agents you would see everyday, some were rather heard then seen though. That included D.Va, Tracer, Brigitte and Lúcio, rarely did Kiriko join them. But it seemed today was one of those days, her voice managed to overpower the others.

“Oh, Y/N!”

She ran off from the group towards you, fully aware but ignorant of the items you were holding. Either you let her jump on you and risk damaging them and yourselves, or drop them and definitely damage them and catch Kiriko.

And your body chooses the latter.

Your armful of items went clattering onto the floor, quickly replaced with Kiriko. Her arms wrapped around your neck, legs around your waist while her face was shoved against your own face.

“All good Kiri?”

“Mhm…”

The others paused in their step, watching as the events unfolded. But before they could do anything a nearby door opened, a frantic Winston followed out. His eyes scanned everyone around before settling on the pair.

“Good, I need you two for a mission. The other 2 got injured and can’t go, can you?”

You hesitated, other people were relying on you for certain items. The ones you had to drop for Kiriko, who answered for the two of you.

“Yeah, c’mon Y/N.”

Dropping from your arms, although she didn’t run off. Grabbing your arm to pull you into the room, revealing your new team. Winston had just followed you both in, Reinhardt was finished putting on his armor. Hanzo was sitting a bit away from the group while Lúcio was on his device.

The other two places were now filled by the both of you, unsure of who you replaced. But Winston wasted no time, briefing everyone on the mission.

Talon had some materials needed by Null sector, and they would escort it back to an air carrier. But this is where you would come in, either slow them down enough until more backup could come or stop them completely and move the materials.

On the flight over you were informed of the location, Rialto. Your carrier had landed soon enough, and loudly. Alerting Talon to your location, sending the majority of them towards you. Meaning the flight was instant.

And when the action started, it started. Sombra had initiated it, managing to hack Hammonds mech causing him to back away. But someone else; Mauga, followed him. Breaking walls in the process, but also leaving their materials with less people.

Widow had a clear shot on Winston but before anyone could do anything Genji had jumped up and pushed her away, managing to get a few slices in. Though your attention was stolen by something else, Moira and Reaper were slowly creeping around buildings. Clearly planning something.

And you were correct. Trying to jump Winston when he was alone, but was saved by Lúcio jumping off the hallway above. This kept their attention long enough, also dragging most of the others into the fight.

This also left the payload alone and unmoving, Kiriko had snuck back to move it to its starting point. Though this left a problem, she couldn’t see who was in the fight, and two people were missing.

Her normally silent movements were loud and sloppy today. The fight was going in your favour, quickly pushing everyone back. So you took the opportunity to leave, able to swiftly find her. Crouched behind the payload, her breathing was harsh and heard from across the area.

You were barely standing alongside the payload before she launched at you. Sending both of you onto the ground, with her landing on top of you. On your waist specifically.

“Kiriko?”

You couldn’t get another word out before she leaned, her mouth crashing against yours. Low, muffled groans managed to escape from between your locked lips. Barely able to push her back once oxygen became necessary, feeling her trying to close the gap again.

When she couldn’t she took too getting another type of attention. With no build up her grinding starts, her panting soon became louder groans and slight moans. They were increasing in volume, causing you to quiet her with a hand.

A hand that she grabbed, slowly putting your fingers into her mouth. Her tongue gliding over every inch of them, between each she sucked on them. Letting them slide over her teeth, especially on her canines.

This whole time she didn’t stop grinding, instead adding more pressure. At some point her free hand slid down and started undoing your belt, rushed movements showing her excitement.

Only removing her other hand to remove your pants and underwear. Somehow through her hazy thoughts she remembered her own pants, rushing to get her shoes, socks and leggings off. Alongside her hakama, letting them drop into a pile on the ground.

Once everything was off she started. Leading your now wet hand to your own length, letting you cover it in a layer of saliva. Pulling it away before lowering slightly, letting your head enter her heat before pulling away.

Her panting increased as she lowered herself again, quickly dropping the whole way down. Both of you staying still as she adjusted. Slowly lifting her hips before slamming them down again, during the action moans and pants escape her mouth. While also leaving yours.

Her fingers caught themselves in your shirt, managing to tear it in the middle. Her nails didn’t stop there, leaving white streaks in their wake. At some point her actions become quicker but sloppier, needing your help to keep going.

Your hands held onto her waist and helped her movement, kept her going. You could feel her body tense before freezing completely. A long and loud moan escaped her gaping lips, slowly dragging out.

Her walls clenched onto your length before relaxing. Neither of you moved until minutes later, her legs lifted her off. Watching and feeling your own release leak from her, she let it drop for a few seconds.

Slowly dressing herself, eventually looking all put together again. The only difference was the heat covering her face and her shaking legs. While you fixed yourself your shirt was finished, leaving it on but unable to completely cover yourself and your new markings.

“Pretty good huh?”

Looking over to see her leaning on the payload, a smirk covering her face.

“I mean, uh, yeah.”

You weren’t sure how to continue the conversation after that. Luckily she did.

“C’mere,”

Beckoning you over, spinning you around once in range. With your help to get onto your back, head leaning on your shoulder.

“Hope you know this isn’t a one day thing, and I won’t finish this with anyone else.”

[marsbar17]

RULES FOR REQUESTS

This is mainly an Apex Legends writing blog, but I will also write for and take requests for Overwatch, Genshin Impact, and The Legend of Zelda (all games)

I WILL NOT WRITE FOR:

• anything like r*pe, pedophilia, ageplay, shit or piss, beastiality, nothing icky at all

• daddy kinks, that makes me uncomfortable as fuck

• anything robot fucking that involves the robot having humanoid genitalia and being able to feel the pleasure, makes me feel weird and I don't like it

Anything else is on the table unless I edit this again :)

Before you request, take a look at this list of links for everything I've already written

I'm willing to write the same characters multiple times but you might alrighty find what you want in here

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Headcannons

~Mad Maggie x Alter~

~Valkyrie x Reader~

~Bangalore x Reader~

~Mirage x Sick!Reader~

~Bloodhound, Crypto, and Fuse Kinks~

~Mirage x Wraith~

~Mirage x Reader~

~Mirage x Fuse~

~Mirage x Reader (Valentine's)~

~D.Va x Brigitte~

~Crypto x Reader~

~Crypto x Wattson~

~Moira x Mercy~

~Apex Masochism Headcannons Part 1~

~Apex Masochism Headcannons Part 2~

~Apex Masochism Headcannons Part 3~

~Valkyrie x Loba x Bangalore~

~Wraith x Wattson~

~Wraith x Catalyst (t4t)~

~Fuse x Sick!Reader~

~Crypto x Octane~

~Bloodhound x Fuse (nsfw)~

~Bloodhound x Reader~

~Crypto x Revenant~

~Xiao x Aether x Lyney~

~Wraith x Catalyst~

~Loba x Bloodhound~

~Crypto x Octane~

~Horizon x Catalyst~

~Bloodhound x Fuse~

~Mirage x Fuse~

Shortfics/Oneshots

~Moira x Mercy (Halloween Smut)~

~Valkyrie x Loba (Angst)~

~Bloodhound x Reader (Smut)~

~Bloodhound x Reader (Jealousy)~

~Horizon x Catalyst (Angst)~

~Revenant x Reader (Part 1)~

~Revenant x Reader (Part 2)~

~Bloodhound x Fuse (Comfort and Smut)~

~Crypto x Revenant (Smut?? Kind of??)~

[notmozzi]

masterlist!

overwatch

nsfw villain!kiriko x reader

nsfw kiriko x d.va hiding their relationship hcs

nsfw dom!mercy x reader hcs

nsfw "grind" bartender!kiriko x reader drabble

nsfw prove it - kiriko x d.va smut

slight nsfw kiriko jealousy hcs

nsfw pharah hcs

nsfw kiriko x reader strap-on smut

nsfw kiriko praise hcs

nsfw kiriko degrading hcs

nsfw kiriko strap-on hcs

nsfw kiriko choking hcs

nsfw kiriko oneshot

[nyctophiliq]

ﾟ+* ✮ — 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 ; hana 'd.va' song

content warning. f! reader reader, nsfw ! — lowercase writing intended, thigh riding, fingering, pet names (bunny), sligth praising

word count: 360

— ♡ summary ; hana, as always, was preoccupied with her games but today you were in luck, her letting you sit on her lap but there is one condition...

moss' notes; have you ever thought about dressing up for d.va? moss had so have this ! enjoy

she had your mind rendered to much, and you still couldn't keep your mouth shut for a second, could you? she was trying to win a game here while you needily whined, getting off on her thighs in that pretty suit of yours. your slender fingers clawed into her hands that were keeping the controller in place and intact, stable for her to be able to properly play. it was an attempt to get her to stop focusing on her screen, to look at you and help you out because that's what she promised you.

hana's hands grabbed yours, pinning them to your side after throwing her controller to the side in frustration of losing yet another round. freeing one of her hands, she lifted your chin up, kissing you with the outmost urgency to choke those pretty little pleads back into you all while flexing her thigh muscle to keep your cunt stimulated.

"s'hurt so bad, please h-hurry."

the pressure made your head dizzy, your chest tightened as well as the knot in your lower abdomen. you are so close to that sweet release she was denying from you the first time she stopped you while on her small water break. you complained earlier too when she had you laid out on the floor between the tv and her sitting place, fingering you to the point you were squirting all over the floor, grasping whatever you could to ease the pain from her expert fingers rubbing your clenching walls.

"my bunny can take a few more minutes, can't she? she can, look at you little bunny rutting against me so good. you weren't meaning it when you said you had enough, hm?"

[ow2requests]

Request Info -

Things I will write:

* fluff, smut, angst, comfort + anything else that may come to mind.

* headcannons, scenarios, oneshots.

* Reader x character

* if gender is not specified my default gender for the reader will be gender neutral - please specify if you’d like for the reader to be female, male or gender neutral.

Things I will not write:

* OC x character

* pedophelia, incest, r@pe/noncon + anything along those lines.

* anything to do with piss, scat, any other bodily fluids.

Characters I will write for- limit is 6 characters per request.

D.va

Junker Queen

Reinhardt

Roadhog

Sigma

Ashe

Cassidy/McCree

Genji

Hanzo

Junkrat

Mei

Reaper

Sojourn

Soldier 76

Sombra

Widowmaker

Tracer

Ana

Baptiste

Lucio

Kiriko

Mercy

Moira

Please be specific with your requests, and don’t be afraid to request.

However, I may take a while to finish them.

[freakingholland]

MY WRITING PREFERENCES AND RULES (last updated - 9th Oct 2024)

hemlo loves, I've decided that I need to update my rules for fics and today is the day. a little disclaimer - they might change overtime as I'm a multifandom fangirl and my interests change a lot!

Who do I write for?

DC comics:

Dick Grayson

Jadon Todd

Tim Drake

Bart Allen

Wally West

Overwatch:

Cassidy

Brigitte

D.Va

Pharah

Genji

Hanzo

Kiriko

Mercy

Ramattra

Lifeweaver

Apex Legends:

Wattson

Wraith

Bloodhound

Mirage

Catalyst

Valkyrie

Loba

Octane

Vantage

Conduit

911:

Evan Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Call of Duty

Simon Riley

Alex Keller

Game of Thrones

Jon Snow

Jaime Lannister

House of the Dragon

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Valorant

Cypher

Clove

Viper

Jett

Sage

Omen

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

How To Get Away With Murder

Asher Millstone

House MD

Robert Chase

James Wilson

2. I only write x reader fics, will do fem!reader and gn!reader (as I want my imagines to be genuine and harmless, I'd like to make space for male!reader writers who can do a much better job than me!) I won't write AUs, I mostly write fanon fics/fics based on episodes/trailers/in-game events etc. depending on the media!

3. If you want me to write about a character who isn't on the list - ask away! I might not know their lore enough, but I will try my best to do my research. The worst that can happen - I'll just let you know that I won't write for them! But I don't bite I promise ♥

4. I'm not very experienced with smut, but I'm comfortable with it. I specialise in fluff! I'm a sucker for domestic imagines, will do hurt/comfort as well. Not really experienced with angst, but will do angst that ends with fluff!

5. I won't write about character under the age of 15 unless it's platonic or unless I headcanon a character as someone 15+ ! (my old imagines break that rule to some extent, but as they are harmless (involve romance but nothing suggestive), they will remain on my blog at least for now - might rewrite them in the near future).

6. I'm relatively busy with work and uni so it might take me a while to post!

7. I also do polls so make sure to catch those if you wanna help me choose!

8. I can add you to my tag list! just send me an ask!

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⸝⸝ Apex・Catalyst, Vantage, Lifeline, Rampart, Valkyrie, Bangalore, Horizon, Wattson, Wraith, Ash, Mad Maggie, Loba

⨯ Overwatch・Mercy, D.va, Ashe, Moira, Sombra, Ana, Symmetra, Zarya, Junkerqueen, Sojourn, Kiriko, Brigitte, Mei, Pharah, Tracer, Widowmaker, Illari

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ʚ The Last Of Us pt.2・Abby, Ellie, Dina

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ✿ Deathloop・Julianna, Wenjie, Harriet, Fia

[oof-egg-oeuf1nfrench]

Overwatch imagines

Hey what's up, I'm new to overwatch shenanigans but I've written for almost all fandoms now so do not be afraid to shoot an imagine my way.

My inbox is always open!

So plz gimme them.

Can even be funny imagines, friendship, anything!!

[natashaismylove]

You have to win first |N. Romanoff

Summary: Natasha comes home to find her girlfriend in the middle of an overwatch game and decides to play a little game of her own.

Pairing: g!p dom!Natasha x gamer fem!reader

Warnings: smut, g!p Natasha(she has a penis), dom!nat, unprotected sex, rough sex, exhibition kink, innocence kink, size kink, dirty talk, praise, spanking, orgasm control, pet names(detka, princess, baby, bunny)

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I turned on my PS4 and joined my friend’s party. With the four of us in the voice chat we quickly agreed on playing some overwatch together as that was our main game at the moment.

We made jokes and played some deathmatch while waiting to get into a game. Once we finally got into one we picked our characters and I hurried to choose one.

“Ah, fuck you, Y/N! You know Genji is my main.” Wanda huffed.

I chuckled a little. “Well I picked him faster than you.”

We got out to defend the payload and I quickly climbed onto a ledge and waited. Once the countdown was over and I saw the enemy team approach I waited for them to get closer before dropping down on them. I got two kills before my health hit 15 and I dashed away to get back to the healers.

I heard the downstairs door open and close and smiled as I realised my girlfriend was back. I could hear her walking up the stairs but I regained my focus on the game. I deflected their Bastion’s shots and laughed a little as he died.

“Bastions an idiot.” Sam said and let out a snort as he watched me kill the guy.

“Yup.” The door to my gaming room opened and I quickly looked over my shoulder and gave Natasha a smile before looking back at the game. “Hey, love.”

“Hey, detka. You in a game?”

“Mhm.” I hummed in reply as I killed another guy. I looked in the chat and saw him leave and groaned a little. “This is competitive, are all their teammates stupid?”

“Apparently. Ah, ok he joined back so it’s fine.” Pietro said and I watched him jump out of his mech as he used his ultimate. The mech exploded and I looked in the chat to see him get 4 kills from it. “D.va one, bad guys zero.” he said in a high pitched voice.

“Damn, you should be a voice actor.” I joked.

“New career option maybe?” Wanda laughed.

I felt Natasha place her hands on my shoulders and she leaned down to kiss my cheek, pressing the button on my headset to mute my mic. I looked at her confused for a second before looking back on my screen. She walked around me and easily lifted me up, making me yelp.

She sat down on my chair and placed me on her lap, wrapping her hands around my waist. I leaned back into her chest and smiled. “What’s going on?”

She nuzzled her head into my neck and started to kiss it. “Nothing.”

I sighed a little in pleasure but regained my focus. “Doesn’t feel like nothing.”

She rolled her hips a little and I could feel her hard cock pressing against my ass. “Just play your game, baby.”

She continued to roll her hips and I swallowed as I got another kill. She slipped her hand over my stomach and down my thigh and rubbed them a little before spreading them. I got the enemy Roadhog down so he was oneshot but he used his healing right before I could kill him.

“Damn it.” I grunted but it turned into a gasp when Natasha’s fingers dipped under my skirt and rubbed over my clothed pussy.

She slipped her fingers into my panties and gently circled my clit. I let out a small moan. But my eyes widened as I realised what was happening.

“Nat, my friends are in a voice chat with me, what if the mic glitches and turns on? I’m still using my old headset and it’s a bit broken.”

She chuckled a little darkly. “I don’t care.” her fingers traced my hole before she pushed two of them in.

“Oh my god…” my eyes nearly rolled back but I still tried to concentrate on the game.

“Why isn’t Y/N talking?” I heard Sam ask and I grimaced a little.

“Her headset is fucked, she can probably hear us but not talk.” Wanda explained.

Natasha pumped her fingers in and out of me and I tried to keep my moans as silent as possible. Suddenly she pulled her fingers out and I whined a little. She grabbed the waistline of her pants and pulled them down along with her underwear and I felt her cock lay against my ass. She lifted my hips up a little before pulling my panties to the side and dropping me down on her cock.

“OH~”

“Bounce on my cock, bunny.” She ordered and gave my ass a little slap.

I took in a shaky breath and put my feet up on the chair on either side of her so I was straddling her in reverse cowgirl. I started to roll my hips a little onto her as I let out sighs of pleasure.

Her hand landed down even harder on my ass. “I said bounce.”

I lifted my hips up and dropped back down onto her repeatedly, her cock hitting deep inside of me each time.

“That’s it.” she groaned and grabbed my waist, helping me ride her.

“F-fuck!”

“Feel so tight and warm around me, this has to be my favourite place in the whole world.” she sighed against my head.

“Nat…”

“Focus on your game, princess.”

I kept letting out moans as I tried to play, but at this point I wasn’t really concentrating on playing well. My ultimate was ready and I saw a few players standing together so I used it and dashed in to kill them. Natasha saw this and decided to start thrusting up into me.

“Shit!” my eyes closed and my head fell back but Nat gripped my jaw and made me look at the screen.

“You can’t lose your game, now can ya? Can’t fuck things up for your team.”

“Oh god~” I whimpered a little and clenched around her.

Round one of the game was over and I turned to look at Nat as I waited for round two to start. My mouth was a little open as I kept riding her. She bit her bottom lip before smirking a little. Her fingers found my clit and she started to quickly circle it. “Cum before the next round.”

I turned my head back and saw the countdown was at 15 seconds. I closed my eyes and I could feel myself get closer. “Ah~”

“Such a good girl bouncing on my cock, but can you be an even better girl and cum all over it?”

I clenched around her hard and rocked back and forth on her and I had to reach a hand out to hold onto my desk. “I’m gonna-”

My sentence was cut off as I reached my peak. My head was thrown back and my eyes clenched shut as the pleasure tensed up my body. My mouth was open in a silent moan as I started to come down from my high.

“That’s my good bunny.”

I stopped my hips and sat up and grabbed the controller with both hands as the next round started. Natasha grabbed my legs and took them off the chair so they were on the floor. She started to slowly rock me back and forth onto her as she moaned quietly.

“If you knew just how good your pussy feels you’d never wanna pull out, I swear.” she breathed out.

I almost moaned from her words but bit it back as I was fighting the enemy Reinhardt and I let out a small “yay.” as I killed him. Natasha began to rock me a little quicker and I whimpered a little.

“Tash, I’m still sensitive.”

“That’ll just make your next orgasm even better.” She stood up with me and I stumbled forwards, making me drop my controller onto the desk as I reached out to grab it. I regained my balance and tried to pull myself up but Nat held me down.

“Elbows on the desk and grab the controller.”

I did as she said and laid my upper body down so I was laying on top of my arms, the controller right in front of my face.

“Now play.”

I got back on the payload and helped my team push it. Natasha slowly pulled out of me but kept the tip in before thrusting back in. I jerked forwards a little but kept my attention on my screen still.

She roughly thrusted into me and I dropped my head down. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back up. “I said fucking play. You having a problem with listening today?”

“Holy shit~”

“Huh? You’re my obedient little girl, you do as I say.” She lifted my skirt and slapped my ass. “Understood?”

I nodded quickly. “Yes.”

She gave a particularly hard thrust. “Good.”

She kept her grip on my hair and the other held onto my waist. She picked up the pace until she was practically slamming into me.

I kept moaning loudly as I felt her against my g-spot on every thrust. “Oh my god~” I squeaked out.

“How does my big cock feel in that tiny little pussy?”

“So good~”

“Yeah?”

“Feel so fucking full!”

She let out a small chuckle. “Imagine your friends hearing us. What would they say if they heard their innocent little friend be so fucked out and full of cock?”

“I don’t care, I just wanna be fucked by you!”

“My cute little girl. Can be so innocent but then have such a dirty mouth.” she gripped my hair a little tighter and bent down so her chest was pressing against my back. “I fucking love it.”

I whimpered and tried to pay attention to the game but I was barely doing anything for the team. I somehow managed to get one kill before I died.

“Win the game or I won’t let you cum.” she nearly growled into my ear, still covered by my headset that I had way too much faith in right now. I whined a little and she kissed my head. “I know, princess, I know, but you have to win first. You can do that for me, can’t ya?”

My breath was shaky and I gave a small nod. We had gotten the payload pretty close but the enemy team was all there. I pushed in and ulted before randomly hitting, hoping I would at least get someone. I was so close to cumming and I had no doubt that if I did in fact lose, Natasha would absolutely not let me cum. I bit my bottom lip as my ult was done and I tried to keep my eyes open.

To my luck Sam teleported onto the payload as Reaper and ulted as well, killing all the enemies. The payload rolled onto the checkmark and ‘VICTORY’ lit up my screen.

“Cum for me right now.” Natasha commanded and I closed my eyes and let my forehead hit the desk as I finally came. I was gasping as wave after wave of white-hot pleasure hit me. Natasha helped me ride out my high before she quickly pulled out of me and pushed up my skirt.

She fisted her cock rapidly and I felt her cum hit my ass and run down the backs of my thighs. Once her orgasm subsided she took a deep breath before smearing her cum around a little.

“A fucking masterpiece.”

I reached my hand out to turn on my mic. “Fuck, thank you, Sam.”

“There you are! What happened and why do you sound so out of breath?” he questioned.

Natasha pulled the headset off of me and placed it onto her head. “We gotta go now, I’m not done with my girl.”

[kyuuppi]

help, my boyfriend has no sex drive! (4)

Pairing: Kenma x reader (f)

Contents: smut; heavy exhibitionism (streaming); jealous sex; possessive Kenma; light praise kink; degradation; use of "slut"; soft dom Kenma; unprotected sex; established relationship; slight hurt/comfort

Word Count: 4.3k

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Kenma has always tried his best to be supportive of you. 

Even for your most outlandish ideas, when none of your other friends or family seemed to agree with you, Kenma made sure he was right behind you to cheer you on every step of the way. 

This is why, when you expressed your desire to start your own streaming career, Kenma was completely on board.

He had diligently helped you rearrange your small shared bedroom into something aesthetically pleasing, giving you some of his own Overwatch Funko Pops and an extra strip of LED lights he didn’t need. He had purchased a high-quality microphone and webcam for you to use, claiming he was going to purchase those things anyway so you would be helping him out by testing them beforehand (he absolutely wasn’t—he just knew you’d refuse to allow him to pay for your things if he didn’t have an excuse).

He had even offered to advertise your account on his own social media and give you a shout-out on one of his streams. Naturally, you had refused. It just wouldn’t be fair and having thousands of people watching your first streams right off the bat would make you nervous anyway.

When the time for your first official stream finally came Kenma felt slightly disappointed that you had chosen a time he had already made plans with Kuroo as he had wanted to watch you but you were adamant that he shouldn’t stay.

He left you with a few words of as much advice as he could—it was difficult considering he didn’t have the typical streamer personality —he just quietly played games and answered the occasional question yet somehow thousands of people still watched his streams religiously (it’s totally just cause he’s hot).

Instead, the first time Kenma was able to actually watch one of your streams live was nearly two weeks later.

His own stream had ended early, the result of an unexpected server maintenance on the game he was scheduled to play. The fans were disappointed but understanding and Kenma promised he would be back as soon as the servers were back up. 

You had purposefully chosen a streaming schedule similar to his own, claiming it would be more convenient for you both since there would be no risk of you accidentally interrupting each other. 

Through the wall separating his office from the bedroom, Kenma could faintly hear the sound of your laughter. Recognizing the perfect opportunity to finally see you in action, Kenma wastes no time in clicking the Twitch search bar on his desktop.

You hadn’t explicitly told him your Twitch username but he had known you for long enough to know the handful of names and variations you used on every site so he was able to find you rather quickly.

Within seconds his screen was filled with the familiar scenery of your shared bedroom, tinted a warm pink hue from the LED lights he had helped you paste to the walls. You’re seated on your pastel D.Va gaming chair, a gift he had given you a while back for Christmas after you had mentioned liking her character design in passing. A large part of him had hoped the gift would incentivize you to play Overwatch with him more often but your busy school schedule along with his own classes, streaming, and business schedules had made the sentiment little more than wishful thinking.

As you sit in it now, giggling over something you read in the chat while wearing a familiar pair of striped thigh highs, Kenma can’t help but recall the female streamers that occasionally raid his Twitter feed: busty girls with bright pink hair and equally pretty pink backgrounds who spend more time flirting with fans that actually playing games.

You look nothing like them—neither in appearance nor personality—but he can’t help but think he understands how the fans who leave feral keyboard smashes and descriptive praises in the comments feel. It’s difficult to focus on your Genshin Impact gameplay when your lips look so soft and the crinkle of your eyes when you smile sends his heart into a stutter. Not to mention the visible swell of your bare thighs above the top of your stockings—

Kenma silently curses himself for his perversion, feeling his cheeks heat up in shame before he shifts his attention to the chatroom to distract himself. 

It is then that he quickly realizes he is not alone in his admiration for you. 

[xxsunarin] God, she’s so pretty… [tsumoo] if she slapped me i would thank her [hi_toka] Ahhh she mains chongyun!! [bokut04] y/n pls crush me w ur thighs

Kenma feels his chest clench as he recognizes where your chat is going, even as you complain about the enemies on screen, seemingly oblivious to their requests. 

[xxsunarin] I’ll subscribe if you do ahegao for us [grandking] does she do cams??? [sa_tori] she kinda sux at playing but i guess it doesnt rlly matter when her tits are that nice.

Kenma quickly closes the chat box, suddenly feeling slightly queasy.

He should be prepared for this. The internet can be a cruel, careless place. Female gamers are consistently dehumanized just for turning on their microphones in the game, and female streamers who show their faces even more so.

Kenma knew comments like these were possible—he had even warned you about it—but faced with it in reality, seeing strangers sexualize and flirt with his own girlfriend makes his stomach roll with disgust and his chest burn in anger he’s not used to feeling.

For the rest of the stream, he pointedly avoids reading the chat, focused solely on your animated expressions and gameplay. He attempts to take mental notes of things to compliment you on later or suggestions for your builds but his mind continuously drifts back to those messages he had read earlier, especially when you occasionally pause to answer questions, laughing softly at some of the more risqué messages you happen to catch. 

“Take off my top?” you read aloud. “Mm, I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate that, haha.”

Kenma assumed hearing you mention his existence would make him feel better and maybe deter some of the inappropriate comments, but it did little to quell his irritation, and by the time you were saying your goodbyes Kenma felt like his blood was simmering in his veins, threatening to burn him up completely until nothing is left. 

Distractedly, he notes that he’s received an email notification. The server maintenance is finished, it claims. He can resume his own stream as he promised his viewers he would. 

But he hesitates—he won’t be able to focus on anything until he talks with you first, just to reassure himself; you’ve always told him communication is important in a relationship. 

When he approaches you you’re in the kitchen pouring a glass of juice, oblivious of his inner turmoil as you hum softly to yourself. The moment he’s close enough you startle at his sudden presence. 

“Oh—Kenken, hey. I thought you were still streaming,” you greet, grabbing an apple from the counter. The energy required to maintain an engaging stream always seems to leave you hungry. 

He doesn’t verbally respond, seeming distracted by his own thoughts and you pick up on it quickly. 

“Hey—are you alright? I think one of my streamers mentioned something about that game you like being down today, were you able to—”

“I don’t think you should stream anymore.”

Both of you pause, equally shocked by his words. Kenma hadn’t meant to say that—he didn’t really want you to stop streaming...or did he? If you stopped it would certainly put an end to the lecherous comments, the dirty requests, his own insecurities—

“Why do you want me to quit? I thought you said it was a good idea...” 

Kenma refuses to meet your eyes, suddenly unsure of what exactly he’s trying to say, what exactly he wants. 

“I just...I watched your stream today and I saw the comments people were leaving. They were really gross,” he mumbles out, “they were objectifying you and...I didn’t like it.”

You huff lightly, seeming mildly amused and it forces Kenma to glance up at you, slightly perturbed by how unconcerned you look as you sink your teeth into the apple. It was like you weren’t taking his words seriously at all, weren’t taking him seriously. Maybe there was a reason you enjoyed streaming...

“Kenma, they’re just randoms. Your fangirls are exactly the same—I just ignore it.”

His response is immediate. Curt.

“It’s not the same.”

You pause, meeting his gaze. You two stare at each other for a moment, expressions unreadable before your demeanor shifts completely, brows scrunching and posture tensing as you set the fruit down on the counter.

“How is it not the same? I’ve watched your streams, Ken, every other comment is about how hot your hair looks or begging you to wear your glasses again. I’ve spent over a year watching strangers flirt with you and I’ve said nothing about it.”

Kenma ruffles at the accusation. 

It’s not the same. It’s not even relatively similar. Those comments mean nothing, he hardly even reads most of them. He’s not nearly as attractive as you are, not nearly as experienced, not nearly as flirty—

“It’s not the same because I’m not intentionally seducing my fans.”

You look genuinely taken aback and he immediately regrets his words. You open your mouth to respond, seemingly like you’ll raise your voice at him but Kenma beats you to the punch when he steps back, retreating.

“My stream starts in a few minutes, I have to go.”

It is not a lie—he had promised to stream as soon as the servers were back up, but he can’t help but feel like he’s running away from the problem. Because he is. 

He always does. 

No further words are exchanged between you two as Kenma ducks back into his gaming room, softly closing the door behind him and settling into his chair.

As he boots up his streaming program he feels vaguely hollow. 

[a.kaashi] Is it just me or does kodzuken seem off today ? [tsukki] Yea hes even more quiet than usual [hi_toka] he looks so angry i wonder if somthing happened…

Kenma tries his best to focus on the enemies on screen to not let his team down or cause his viewers to ask any questions. However, his mind strays and he frequently loses focus. He misses easy shots, bombing his K/D which only serves to frustrate him even more. 

His most recent match has just ended when he hears a faint knock on the door behind him.

You enter the room without waiting for a response—not that he would have thought to offer one to be honest. He sits frozen in his chair, head turned in the direction of the door to watch you enter with wide eyes.

Your expression is the definition of sheepish, brows furrowed and smile hesitant as you walk towards his desk with full hands. Once close enough you set down a mug of black tea and a small plate of meticulously carved apple slices, the red skins cut to resemble bunnies. 

It’s childish but charming—in many ways, it reminds him of you, and his heart squeezes in his chest. 

“I’m sorry for earlier,” you whisper, mindful of the microphone on Kenma’s headset.

He manages to nod dumbly, feeling disoriented by the turn of events, and you’re already turning on your heels, attempting to leave just as quickly as you had entered. 

Kenma has nearly forgotten about his stream when his golden eyes happen to flit over the energetic chat room text. 

[levittome] Kodzu’s gf is so sweet… I wish I had someone like that :( [shoyoyo] o.o he like never talks about her i cant believe she finally made an appearance [hi_toka]  She looks familiar… [bokut04] OMG isnt that y/ngames??? I watched her stream a few hrs ago..shes so hot

Kenma feels a lump form in his throat as he reads, already having a feeling where this is going but unable to look away from the increasingly inappropriate messages popping up on the screen. 

[tsumoo] shes so cute when she starts losing. id give anything for her to say my name. [xxsunarin] Ikr her accent is so sexy [kuroooo] Guys stop, kudzu is gonna ban yall lmao [grandking] do u think she has an onlyfans? Her ass looks amazing—

He presses a series of keys and stands up before he even realizes what he’s doing, intercepting your path just before you can reach the door. 

You look up at him, wide-eyed and understandably confused but Kenma doesn’t bother explaining himself—he can’t even explain his actions to himself. 

He wordlessly corners you, trapping your warm body between his own and the sofa just behind his desk chair. You’re forced to reach out and grab the front of his soft black hoodie just to keep from falling onto the piece of furniture.

“K-Kenma, what are you doing?”

Instead of an answer, Kenma presses a bruising kiss to your lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth until you’re forced to submit. He kisses you hard, using his tongue to dominate your own and render the both of you breathless within minutes.

When he pulls back your gaze is half-lidded and hazy, nearly making his knees give out. His hands rush to grab your hips, briefly groping blindly before he finds the hem of your shirt and can slip them under, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind as he reaches your supple breasts. 

“You always tell me I need to be more selfish,” he pants out, faces close enough that his lips brush against your own, “so this is me being selfish. I don’t want to share you with strangers on the internet—you’re mine. Only mine.”

His uncharacteristic possessiveness makes your thighs squeeze and you can only follow obediently as he pulls you down towards the couch, lips reconnecting and clashing messily along the way.

It is only when he pulls away to properly lift your shirt over your head that you notice his computer still on, camera light blinking and screen reflecting your own stare back at you.

“W-wait, Kenma, your stream!”

He glances at his computer monitor only briefly, seeming completely unbothered before his heated gaze shifts back to you. Something in his golden eyes makes you squirm and a small smirk seems to tug at the edge of his lips. 

“Isn’t this what you wanted? Thousands of strangers watching you?”

Your breath catches in your throat at the implication.

“Or maybe you just wanted to get my account banned, hm? Is that why you came in here all dressed up like this?” 

One finger slips under the elastic of your thigh highs to tug pointedly at the fabric.

“N-no,” you attempt to stutter out, feeling wholly lightheaded and overwhelmed. 

One hand shifts to push your bra over your chest, leaving your top half indecently exposed to the camera just over Kenma’s shoulder. Your face flushes with shame as you see your own reflection on screen in the corner of your eye but your panties only dampen further.

Kenma dips down to envelope one of your hardened nipples in his hot mouth. Your hand shoots up to grab at his hair—whether to pull him closer or push him away you’re not sure. He makes sure to pay both breasts equal attention, switching sides to suckle at your other bud while one hand gently massages the unoccupied flesh. 

Kenma pulls away all too soon and you consider complaining but then his hands are roughly tugging down your panties and you find yourself no longer willing to complain.

Your boyfriend’s gaze is sharp as he watches himself removing your garments, focused in a way that reminds you of when he gets competitive in a video game. When those catlike eyes flicker up to meet your own, you freeze. 

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You like being watched by thousands of strangers, knowing they’re using you to get themselves off.”

You shake your head, stuttering out a denial. That’s not true at all, you’re not a slut —but your weak protests fall on deaf ears as Kenma lifts you up, repositioning himself so he is seated on the couch with you in his lap, bare back pressed against his clothed chest. 

In this new position, you become acutely aware of how the camera has an unobstructed view of your bare body, perched on Kenma’s lap. Through the monitor you watch as his eyes rove across your skin on the screen before landing on your eyes, causing your breath to hitch.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, voice soft but purposeful in the way you’re more familiar with him speaking. 

The sentiment makes your chest flutter before his next words send a rush of heat to your nether regions. 

“Gonna show everyone how wet this pretty pussy gets for me,” he promises, one hand drifting from its hold on your waist down to your crotch. 

Kenma wastes no time in gently running two fingertips through your folds, the digits collecting traces of the slick you had—shamefully—already started leaking.

He hums as he pulls his hand away to examine it, seemingly satisfied with the mess before he goes back in, this time focusing on the bud nested at the top of your folds, rubbing on it with much more confidence than he had your first time together. 

Your upper body falls back against him for support, softly mewling your satisfaction as he picks up to a pace that makes your legs twitch. 

Within moments his other hand shifts down, making its way directly to your empty hole, already twitching with the stimulation on your clit. He uses one finger to gently prod at the entrance before it sinks in almost embarrassingly easily, your walls fluttering invitingly around the intrusion. 

Kenma withdraws his finger completely only to add a second the next time he pushes in. Your hands grip the first thing you can—one hand on his shoulder and the other grasping the fabric of the couch as he pumps his fingers in and out.

Within minutes his fingers are soaked, a testament to how turned on you are by the situation. The green camera light glares back at you almost tauntingly as Kenma removes his fingers. He ignores your disappointed whine in favor of reaching for his own sweatpants, lowering them just enough to free his erection.

He positions himself, head brushing against your entrance to make you shiver before he pauses, looking up at you in silent permission. 

Eagerly, you nod. 

You tense in anticipation as he pushes in. He doesn’t stop until he bottoms out completely, the delicious stretch leaving you breathless and teary-eyed as Kenma lets out a pitched moan of his own. He pauses for a moment, attempting to pull himself together before he unwittingly releases way too quickly in your suffocating heat. 

“K-Kenma,” you mumble thoughtlessly, eyes locked on the screen to see the place where your bodies connect. 

You feel lightheaded, rendered delirious by the notion of being watched by so many people—the thousands of fangirls and boys who undoubtedly wish they were in your place.

Some part of you can’t help but feel a sick sense of satisfaction as you recall the praises and thirsty comments they leave on his stream. How disappointed they must feel now, watching their beloved Kodzuken balls deep inside of you. 

Your thoughts are cut short when Kenma abruptly moves, lifting you up as he pulls back before dropping you back down on his length. The position allows gravity to force him so much deeper than usual, his tip nudging something inside you that makes your toes curl and an embarrassing sound escapes your lips. 

Your eyes fall shut and your head begins to roll back as you begin to lose yourself to the persistent drag of his length against your walls but Kenma demands otherwise. 

“Eyes forward,” he chokes out, pace faltering when you unintentionally squeeze down. 

“I want you to watch yourself.”

You can do nothing but comply. Even as one of Kenma’s hands slips down to circle at your swollen clit, you keep your blurry gaze locked on his monitor.

You watch the way your breasts bounce, the way the meat of your thighs—still clad in those blessed thigh highs—jiggle with each of his harsh thrusts. Most of all, you watch the way he fucks you—you watch how his thick, pretty cock stretches you open before pulling out almost completely and slamming back in. Cloudy strings of arousal paint your inner thighs and connect you to him, making shamefully loud squelches as he ruins your cunt.

Kenma momentarily fumbles, grip on you slipping with his exertion and causing him to hit a different angle, one that makes you keen and tighten around him.

“F- fuck! ”

You aren’t sure whether it's you or him who lets out the expletive but it hardly matters when the fingers on your clit rub faster, his thrusts increasing in speed as your gut clenches in anticipation.

Through the monitor, you can see how fucked out you look, mouth agape as you repeatedly mewl some variation of Kenma’s name. However, it is your boyfriend’s appearance that sends heat rushing through your core. His usually smooth hair is a wild mess, strands sticking to his forehead and flushed cheeks with sweat. 

“I want you to cum,” Kenma suddenly announces, slightly breathless and sounding nearly desperate, “cum on my cock in front of everyone.”

The implication sends you over the edge, walls clamping down on him as your back arches, vision going hazy. Your physical reaction seems to affect him as well. Kenma stutters out your name as his pace fumbles, abandoning your clit in favor of holding you still as he thrusts deep.

You feel a sudden burst of warmth as he spills himself deep inside of you, your spasming walls milking his cock as he thrusts just a few more times before the sensitivity becomes overwhelming and he’s forced to pull out. 

For a few minutes, everything is silent save for your harsh pants as you catch your breaths. You can feel his cum beginning to leak from between your thighs and you squirm with discomfort, catching his attention.

“Are you okay?”

You look over to see Kenma already sitting up, eyes wide and glancing over your body in concern. You can’t help but smile, touched by his concern even after acting so boldly and saying such obscene things in front of thousands of—

You gasp, sitting up in a panic that has Kenma even more worried. 

“Kenma—the stream—you’re going to get banned! Oh my god, your career is ruined, we should have never—!”

The male interrupts your panicked shrieking easily by pulling you back into him, forcing you to lie against his chest while he presses a chaste kiss against your temple. 

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs simply.

You frown, unconvinced. 

“Kenma...you are being way too calm about this. We just fucked in front of thousands of your fans and—”

“I turned it off.”

“...huh?”

You push away from your boyfriend—much to his unspoken disappointment—to read his expression but he avoids your gaze, ears slightly red in embarrassment. 

“Before we started...I turned the live off,” Kenma explains, “I just thought it would be... fun to pretend.”

A few breaths go by in silence with you blinking at Kenma dumbly as you try to process his words and him continuing to avoid eye contact at all costs, face steadily getting warmer.

Suddenly, you’re filled with mirth. It takes everything in you not to completely guffaw and embarrass your boyfriend even further. 

“Wow, I didn’t expect little KenKen to be into something as scandalous as an exhibition kink.” 

“Ugh, stop, you sound like Kuroo.” 

This time you do laugh. Kenma pouts silently.

The two of you fall back into a peaceful, sleepy silence after your chuckles die out. One of his hands subconsciously traces the skin of your back, nonsensical shapes, and occasionally something that resembles a heart. However, you can sense something tense in him. His golden gaze is distant in a way he only gets when deep in thought about something. Before you even have the chance to ask he speaks up, voice hesitant.

“I’m sorry for what I said before. You were right; I was being a hypocrite. And...if you want to keep streaming, I will support you.” 

Your smile, heart warmed by his sincerity and maturity. It was one of the many things that had first attracted you to Kenma—he was leagues ahead of your exes in terms of maturity.

Despite his aversion to people—or maybe because of it—Kenma has always been honest and fair. While most people would stick to their guns out of stubbornness or spite, Kenma was quick to admit when someone else was right. 

“I appreciate it, Ken, but I think I’ll leave the streaming to you. It was fun but...it’s a lot more work than I expected.” 

Kenma’s lips twitch in a poorly suppressed smirk at your words, clearly prideful at how you admit his work is difficult. You were well aware of the bias most people held against streamers, assuming they were just paid to have fun and that it wasn’t a “real job.” 

As much as you love seeing your boyfriend feeling proud of himself, you can’t resist the urge to tease him. 

“Hey, maybe if you get tired of being a Twitch streamer we can become a cam couple,” you joke.

A pause. 

“Ah. Yeah, I think we could make a lot of money.”

You freeze before shooting up to send him an incredulous look, gaping like a fish at his serious response.

“K-Kenma, I was joking!”

To your disdain, Kenma offers you a devious smirk before pulling you back into his chest and holding you close.

“I’m joking too,” he assures, “you know I don’t like sharing.”