#dva 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.

[crushedgraham]

Can you write a smut fanfic where D.Va and reader were playing together but Hana was being a sore loser and starts teasing her gf to distract her from the game? And ends up very fucked up if you know what i mean 🥰

Mario Kart Escapades

oops went a little overboard with this one...lemme know if you guys like the longer or shorter fics better!

"Ugh! 꺼져! (fuck off)"

A pillow gets thrown at your face which muffles your laugh. You sit up, tossing the pillow onto the floor to get a good look at the small girl curled into the corner of the couch. Hana has a vice grip on the controller, her lips pressed into a tight line.

"How the hell do you keep winning?!"

"I'm just better, bunny. You know you can't beat me at Mario Kart"

That only seems to deepen the crease between her brows. A new round begins with you in first and Hana second. But as you're revving up your kart, her figure quickly blocks your view, a familiar weight in your lap.

"Hana move!"

Hana giggles evilly as your kart slams into the side of the track, all the other bots and herself speeding past you. You adjust to push her away with your elbows but her toned thighs lock against yours with a strength you didn't know she had. Usually this position, with her ass facing you, would ignite a hot pit of desire into your lower stomach but right now you had to push it away.

Competition was apart of the foundation of your relationship, you were one of the few people that could actually match the notorious D.va's competitiveness. And being one - if not the best e-sports player in the country (maybe even the world), Hana won most of the time. But on the rare occasion that you did beat her, she'd turn into a total sore loser.

Like now. A loud grunt escapes you as you thrust your hips up to get her off, but what you don't expect is an equally loud (exaggerated) moan to leave her. Then you realize it, she's fucking with you. Hana grinds her ass against the crotch of your thin shorts. The frustration simmering in your chest mixes with the shocks of pleasure in your core, creating a haze that overtakes every thought besides Hana. You can't take your eyes off of her, no matter how hard you try. Hana's body was perfect, small and petite with a beautifully rounded ass. The small red switch controller lays abandoned in your left hand as your right fists the sorry excuse of fabric that her team created as booty shorts.

"I win."

You don't even have to see her face to know she has a smug smile spread across her pink lips. Hana's back now presses against your chest so she can lean up and nip at your ear to really rub in her victory.

"You owe me milk tea for a week now sucker!"

Hana moves to hop off your lap but you're faster. Your hands dwarf her small hips, flipping her onto her knees with her face buried into the leather cushions of the couch.

"Hey- What the fuck Y/N??"

Your left hand squeezes both her wrists together behind her back in a bruising grip; your left placed around her throat with no pressure, just as a threat.

"Such a brat."

The words are sneered from your lips with a venomous tone causing Hana to suck in a sharp breath. Your teeth drag down the collar of her shirt to reveal slender, milky shoulders that're just begging to be marked. Hana lets out a muffled whine as your canines dig into the skin, surely leaving a red print of teeth that'll remain for the rest of the week; ensuring that everyone who sees it knows who she belongs to.

You release the hold on her neck to slither underneath her loose shirt. The fingertips of your calloused hands gently rubbing against her nipples, drawing a moan from her. Hana pushes her hips back, grinding against nothing for some sort of relief.

"Look at you, so desperate. I bet your pussy's already drenched and I've barely even touched you"

An incoherent noise of agreement slurs from her lips as you twist and pinch at the sensitive buds. Hana did always love when you got rough on occasion. Your lips trail up the side of her neck, leaving a trail of purples and maroons - she was your canvas tonight.

"Fuck, Jagi. Need you...need you so bad..."

"Yeah? What does my bunny need, hm?"

Hana can't even form the words in her brain, the stimulation on her nipples and the embarrassment from her position melts her brain.

"Tell me baby."

Her nipples are beginning to get sore and sensitive from all the stimulation, making her cry out when you emphasize your statement with a twist of her right nipple.

"Shit! Fuck me! Please Jagi need it so bad"

You tut, sucking at your teeth while pulling away and releasing your hands from her overheating body. Hana whines in protest at the lack of touch, her body trembling from the overwhelming lust buzzing throughout her body. Beads of sweat roll down the curve of her spine and drip off of her when you swiftly smack your hand across her ass. The contact creates a loud "thwack!" that gets drowned out by Hana's moans.

"So demanding...I bet this is what you wanted all along huh? To be fucked like a slut"

Nonetheless, you cup her pussy through the thin shorts. Hana's shorts were completely soaked. A prominent dark patch seeps through the fabric, coating her inner thighs in her slick. Your self control was slipping faster than you'd like to admit, her adorable little noises spurring you on as you rubbed her clit through the ruined material. God, Hana could've probably came just from that, the slow circles wouldn't usually be enough but she was already on edge. Her thighs quaked and her free hands fisted the cushions - she was right there.

"You're not allowed to come, Hana"

When you pull your hand away, a cross between a whine and a groan rips from her throat. Her feet kick childishly to convey her frustration. You hush her as you shove her ruined shorts down to her knees, and the sight your met with makes you bite your tongue to keep a moan at bay. Hana's cunt is absolute perfection, swollen and a downright sinful shade of red. You can't help yourself when you lean forward to swipe your tongue across her slit, collecting a good amount of slick on your tongue. Your moans mix; yours from the taste of her and Hana's from the sudden pleasure that spikes through her body.

That's what does it for you. Your tongue fully dives into her sopping cunt, eager to taste all of her. Hana cries out, still sensitive from being edged - her hand reaching behind her to fist your hair, keeping your face smothered in her pussy. The way you're eating her out mimics that of a starved animal. As you lap at her, growls and moans vibrate throughout her body, sending a rhythmic pulse to her clit. You find yourself losing your mind almost instantaneously, taking the term 'pussydrunk' a little too literally. Your jaw moves down to suck at her clit, then releasing it to lick at it side to side. At this point you don't know who's pleasure you're doing it for, hers or yours.

"Mmm! I'm so..fuck..close!"

Your tongue slides back to prod at her slit, hungry for more. Pushing in is a task, her cunt tight from how close she is and she screams once the majority of it's stuffed inside of her. The muscle moves in and out as best as you can when she's clenching down on you, her walls pulsing - a telltale sign that she's about to come. Eager to make her finish, your thumb draws tight, quick circles into her clit.

Hana's walls clamp down on you, a gush of come filling your mouth as she screams your name. You moan in satisfaction at her taste, pulling out your tongue to lap up the remaining slick. But Hana writhes away from you, collapsing onto the damp cushions. Her eyes are closed as her chest heaves up and down to catch the breath that she didn't know she was holding. You lean down so your teeth catch against her flushed ear, whispering:

"I'd say I won, bunny"

[wisteriaiswriting]

kind of a weird request, but can you do smut fic with street racer au dva? something along the lines, that they fuck on the hood of her car in an empty parking lot (also you cooked with that dva smut fic)

𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣'𝕤 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕖

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Another race, another win. Even Hana didn’t know why people kept challenging her to races anymore, as she’s proven herself to be the best. But that wouldn’t be without the help of you.

Her beloved partner and trusted mechanic, giving Tokki the best care imaginable. But right after something had gone wrong. During your drive home the engine didn’t sound right, then seemingly something came off.

Just able to pull into a nearby, and empty parking lot. She was quick to open Tokki’s hood, using her phone's light to look through the engine. Huffing as she thought correctly, something had come loose just to fall off.

But because it fell, it managed to weasel its way through everything else and land near the bottom. Which called for her to lean over and reach around, and for Tokki she did it.

Suddenly hands landed on her waist, giving it a light squeeze. Jumping, just to relax when she catches sight of your clothing. Which she had custom made to match her own racing outfit.

“Think Tokki’s problem can wait? I need your help with my own~” Your voice was a whisper in her ear even if there was no need to. But she couldn’t help becoming warm as the cold temperature nipped at any available skin.

“I just might need to take a look then~” Quickly, but safely removing her arm from the engine to turn around. Unable to move much further as you stood behind her, seemingly waiting.

Her hand reached for the hood strut, gently shutting the hood. Giving you the opportunity to lift her onto it, crowding yourself between her open thighs. Your hands grabbed at any nearby skin.

“C’mon then, show me the problem~” To punctuate her sentence her hands reached and grabbed your shirt, lightly tugging at it. That soon turned to her removing it completely, and you allowed her too.

While she did that you managed to pull off her shorts, finding a pink pair of soaked underwear. Taking them off only to drop them nearby.

“Hey! Don’t just drop them on the ground!”

“I’ll buy you some more, you don’t need them now anyways.” She flushed at your words, breaking eye contact. Taking this opportunity to lean into her neck, she provided plenty of warmth even in the cold night.

Before she knew it you had latched onto the juncture of her neck. As you sucked your other hand started undoing your own pants, pulling your cock out.

As you were trying to line up Hana got impatient, grinding her hips forwards. In turn catching your tip but never entering as you pulled away quickly. One of your hands went and sat on her hip, holding them down.

Your other one lined up your cock with her hole but not entering yet. Letting her huff and groan about her waiting, surprising her when you slid in. Managing to sheath yourself in one thrust.

“FUCK!” Her hands moved to grab at anything in reach, which happened to be you. One on your shirt while the other slid backwards to hold herself up.

Barely helping when your pace increased. The air seemed to warm up but that was just you two, every other noise was drowned out by Hana’s moaning.

“I’m– I’m, Y/N!” A few more thrusts had Hana finishing, slowing down after she did. When you stopped neither of you felt cold anymore even as the air returned to nip at your exposed skin.

Able to see your breath in the air as you both huffed, trying to gather your breath again. Soon enough her hands moved along your neck, fingers twirling at any loose hair in reach.

“Seems like your problem is fixed,” Fingers suddenly tightened their grip. “And I’d like my payment now~”

[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

[therealmofamorus]

Ask

Original Male Crossover Stud AU

With how much D.VA has been stealing Loid's attention from her... is it true that Yor sent this so she can steal him back?

Loid:

D.VA next to Loid was pouting in jealousy as she looked at her less-endowed body and to the stacked Yor.

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

3: SEVENTEEN

Chapter 2 <MASTERLIST > Chapter 4

SUMMARY: You take care of the Winter Soldier's wounds, along with other needs.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warning: SMUT: Oral sex (f), no kissing, possessiveness — If there is any more you find not listed here please be sure to let me know so I can add it.

Karpov had not required the infamous Winter Soldier's services for at least six months since your last encounter. Yet you found your mind continually drifting back to him. You vividly recalled his piercing, icy blue gaze - a stare that seemed to penetrate your hardened exterior and reach the vulnerable depths of your soul. When you learned of his reactivation, your heart raced and your body stirred with anticipation. The prospect of seeing him again filled you with exhilaration; you tingled with the tantalizing thought of being near him, able to reach out and touch him once more.

There was no opportunity for you to see him prior to his deployment. He was sent straight out from the cryogenics chamber, brutally wiped of his memories and sent out into the world with a mission not of his choosing. He had no choices out there. You had no idea why, but this disturbed you more than you cared to admit.

He was returned to you after three days. Three days where for some inexplicable reason, you couldn’t sleep out of fear. Not fear of his return, but fear that he wouldn’t come home to you. But return he did, albeit a little worse for wear than when you’d last seen him. This time the blood that coated his clothes was his own. He ambled behind you without instruction. For some reason, no command was needed, he followed you willingly. 

Your soldier, battered and bruised, sat down on a chair, waiting for you to approach. You observed him for a moment, the way he stared, wondering what it was that he saw, what he thought. Did he think? He didn’t flinch, his eyes didn’t even look towards you when you finally stepped towards him. You could see the blood stains coating his leather garments, seeping out between the seams. But there was no sign of pain on his stoic exterior, no grimace, not even a flicker of acknowledgment of your actions, as you peeled back the layers of clothing.

You couldn’t believe what you saw once you pulled back the layers of clothing. Blood stained his shirt, his pants and even his shoes. Your fingers grazed over the stab wounds on his back, there was an intense amount of swelling and bruising. As you touched each wound, the heat radiating off his body was indescribable. He sat there in front of you, perfectly still, not moving a single muscle as you touched every inch of him. You had never wanted to take care of someone so badly.

The stab wounds weren’t deep, they would be easy to treat, a little glue would hold the skin together until his body healed itself as he slept. Seventeen; you counted.

“I have to clean these cuts. Is that alright?” you asked.

“Da.” (yes) His answer was emotionless.

Something inside you lamented at his lack of familiarity. You longed to ask if he remembered you, but it was not your place. But now that you had his attention, his eyes lingered on you, almost as though something was waking in their depths. You tried to ignore it, focusing on the task at hand, but the tension inside you was palpable. Picking up a bottle of sterile water in one hand and gauze in the other, you started cleaning the lacerations on his body, one at a time. You tried to practice your Russian while you did so, counting as you finished with one wound and then moved on to the next.

“Odin, dva, tri…” (“One, two, three…”)

“Semnadtsat'.” (Seventeen) He finished for you in his gruff voice, making you smile.

And then, without warning, he reached out and grabbed your hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. You should have pulled away, should have reprimanded him for his inappropriate behavior. But something inside you was curious, intrigued by the intensity of his gaze. It was almost embarrassing how quickly this strange man could unravel you.

The Winter Soldier's touch was like nothing you had ever experienced before. It was surprisingly gentle yet firm, exploring every inch of your body with a sense of curiosity and desire. His hands moved with precision, tracing the curves of your skin as if he were trying to memorize every contour. And with each caress, a wave of pleasure washed over you, igniting a fire deep within your core.

You could feel the heat of his touch searing through you, his fingers danced along your spine, sending shivers down it and causing your breath to hitch in your throat. You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him, craving more of his intoxicating touch. It felt wrong, in so many ways, to covet the touch of a man who had done such terrible things, a man who you had the ability to control with a single breath, but you couldn’t help yourself.

The heat of his touch was unbearable. You had never felt something so intoxicating before, he was like a drug and you were addicted. The fire spread down your spine and swirled within your veins, as the winter soldier's touch traveled up and down your body, tracing the curves of your flesh. For a moment, you didn't care about the consequences of this illicit encounter. He was powerful, dangerous, and yet, at this moment, in your arms, he was yours. Your breath hitched in your chest as the tension built within you.

He looked into your eyes as he pinched the hem of your scrubs top between his fingers, waiting for the go ahead to remove it. A ruthless trained assassin who asked for consent - how strange! You tipped your head forwards in a nod and he shed you of the polyester cotton scrub top, dragging it over your head and tossing it aside. You watched his face, the way his gaze roamed over your breasts, the way his chest rose and fell, the way his teeth bit into his lower lip.

“Do you like what you see, Soldat?” you asked, breathlessly.

Did you just have the audacity to ask the killer if he liked your body?

“Da.” (yes)

Suddenly, his face was up close to yours, staring at your lips. Was he going to kiss you? He leaned in to your left side, burying his nose in your neck, taking a deep breath, inhaling your scent. You had spritzed Diorissimo, your favorite scent on your neck before coming in to work that morning. What did he think of it? You had never experienced anything as intimate as this before, the sensation was both foreign and exhilarating. 

“Posmotri na sebya. Velikolepnyy. Mne povezlo, chto oni otdali tebya mne.” (Look at you. Gorgeous. I was blessed for them to give you to me.)

His finger reached under your chin, tilting it up so he could look at you. His lips followed the path his hands had taken, leaving a trail of hot kisses along your neck and collarbone. You moaned softly, unable to contain the pleasure that his touch was bringing you. Every nerve in your body was on high alert, tingling with anticipation of what was to come.

“This is torture,” you muttered, looking into his cold, steel-blue eyes. You saw a hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

As his hands roamed lower, you felt a rush of heat pooling between your thighs. His touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. You gasped as his fingers dipped lower, teasing you in the most delicious way possible. As he continued to explore, his movements becoming more urgent and desperate, you found yourself losing control, giving in to the overwhelming desire that consumed you.

“Pozvol' mne pokazat' tebe.” (Let me show you.)

With a gentle grip on your waist, he pushed you back against the examination couch, your body falling on top of the vinyl upholstery which covered the solid timber structure below it. Your gaze locked with his again as he towered above you. 

“You really are a horny one,” you hummed, eyeing the bulge in his pants.

“Ty takaya krasivaya, ya nichego ne mogu podelat'.” (You’re so beautiful, I can’t help it.)

You may not have understood his words, but you recognized his tone. You knew his intent and you had no objections. His hands roamed over your bare waist, brushing against your covered breasts. With a swift movement, he ripped open your bra, exposing your breasts to him. You gasped with surprise, he had never displayed any form of violence or aggression in front of you before and it reminded you that you were playing a very dangerous game even by indulging his fantasy. But you didn’t stop him as his eager hands kneaded your breasts, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through you. In fact, the added element of danger seemed to have sent your sex drive through the roof and you moaned softly, arching into his touch, craving more of his intoxicating caresses. His lips sucked your pebbled nipples, tongue tracing their peaked outline.

“Kotyonok.” The word was a soft growl in his throat, like a predator he was marking his prey.

The word ‘Kotyonok’ triggered something within him to take control of the situation. He was no longer the obedient slave that he had been trained to be. For once in his life, he found pleasure just from his lust for you. 

As his mouth appreciated your breasts, his fingers wandered down your body, untying the strings that held up your scrubs pants. He gave your nipple one sharp suck before letting it pop out of your mouth, before licking his lips salaciously. He prowled around to the end of the couch, his ravenous eyes fixed on you as he wrapped his fingers around your ankles, pulling you slowly towards him until your ass was right up against his erection. For a second, your breath caught in your chest as you remembered the size of his erection. The idea of him inside you was intimidating.

You were filled with apprehension as he approached you, his eyes dark and intense. But as he muttered under his breath, you found yourself strangely entranced. His fingers hooked into the seam of your underwear and scrubs, slowly dragging them down over the curve of your ass and off your legs until you lay before him completely bare. Your heart raced as you felt his eyes on you, your body tingling with anticipation. Despite your misgivings about what was to come, your pussy clenched needily at the thought of his gargantuan cock.

“Posmotrite, kakoy krasivyy moy Kotyonok,” (Look how pretty my Kitten is) he whispered, his voice low and husky.

You couldn't help but shiver at his words, feeling a mix of fear and desire coursing through you. His hands moved over your skin, exploring every inch of your pussy with a possessive touch that sent shivers down your spine. You knew what was coming next, but you couldn't bring yourself to resist. His touch was intoxicating, his presence overwhelming. And as he finally took you in his arms, you surrendered to the inevitable, lost in the moment with him. Despite your initial apprehension, you found yourself unable to resist the pull of his desire, giving yourself over to him completely.

His powerful arms seized you, his Winter Soldier strength impressive despite his size. Soft bites teased your ear as his lips returned to your neck. When he removed your clothes, your heart raced - you were naked before this powerful man, yet he offered no judgment, only an appreciative gaze. Gripping the warm, delicate skin of your thighs, he pulled you against his hard body.

The soldier ran his flesh digits over your glistening folds, delicately dipping them inside you. You noticed that he used his titanium arm as little as possible and you wondered why. The memory of his disgust when he first got himself off in front of you swam to the forefront of your mind, but it was short lived as his fingers plunged into your soaked pussy. The volume of your moan was surprisingly loud and you found his metal palm pressed against your lips.

“Tishe, Kotyonok,” (Hush, Kitten), he whispered, his voice sending a thrill through you.

You nodded, knowing that getting caught was not an option. The consequences would be dire for both of you. As he removed his hand from your mouth, you found yourself craving more of his touch. The soldier knew exactly how to please you, and you were more than willing to let him take control. His fingers continued their dance, driving you closer and closer to the edge. You arched your back, your breath coming in short gasps. The soldier's touch was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure through you. Just as you were about to reach your peak, your body trembling, he withdrew his fingers.

“Moy,” (Mine) he growled.

Every touch from him was like fire on your skin, his steel hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him, he was as possessive as you had ever seen him. The way he commanded you, took control, made it evident that he didn't want you to be silent, he wanted you to beg him for more.

His tongue danced over your folds, exploring every inch of you with a skill that left you breathless. Your hands clutched the sides of the couch as you arched your back into his mouth as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel the heat building within you, a fire that threatened to consume you whole. Soldat’s movements became more urgent, his tongue delving deeper as he sought to bring you to the peak of ecstasy.

You were lost in a haze of desire, completely consumed by the Winter Soldier's touch. Every sensation was heightened, every touch sending you closer to the edge of ecstasy. You surrendered yourself to him completely, allowing him to explore you in ways you had never imagined.

“Delayesh' tak khorosho dlya menya.” (Doing so good for me.)

The way he spoke to you was as if addressing a queen. You melted in his grasp, the Winter Soldier's tongue igniting your folds, exploring every crevice. His tongue's touch was a firecracker to your flesh, the sensation overwhelming, your body trembling as you fought to maintain composure. He was going to complete what he'd begun, take you to new heights. You craved it, craved him. Your head fell back, a soft moan escaping your lips.

In that moment, there was no room for fear or doubt, only the raw, primal need that consumed you both. As you surrendered to him, you knew that you were his, completely and utterly. And then, with a final flick of his tongue, you shattered into a million pieces. Your body convulsed with pleasure as you cried out, muffled by his fingers in your mouth. 

Your body trembled and shook, limbs flinching with each wave of pleasure that coursed through you. Gripping the couch, you fought to stay conscious as fireworks seemed to explode around you. A loud moan escaped, followed by a soft whimper, and then your eyes fluttered closed. In that final moment, your thoughts drifted to him - the Winter Soldier.

You knew that you had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. But as the Winter Soldier held you in his arms, his touch both tender and possessive, you couldn't bring yourself to regret it. He may have returned from his mission, but in that moment it was you who had been captured by him, ensnared in a web of desire and danger from which there was no escape.  You both knew the risks of your forbidden tryst, but in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Chapter 2 <MASTERLIST > Chapter 4

[sturnioloxplr]

☆yeah your songs got me feeling like this ♡-Chris Sturniolo X Y/N(NOT SMUTT)

WARNINGS=NO SMUT ,WEED ,FLUFF ,HIGH CHRIS AND READER

Me and Chris have been together for 3 months

Ive been thr best of friends with his twins Matt and Nick who r like my brothers to me now I lobe them so much

"Hey Mamas"chris said as he jumped onto the bed next to me hugging me while I was playing video games on the bed "hey chris"i said laughing snuggling into him

"Whatchu doinggggggg" "playing video games"

"Peer usually with ny girl"

"Haha very funny chris"i rolled my eyes in response he always teases me for being a gamer sane with my liking Central Cee as a girl

"What game you playing let me guess ...OvErWaTcH?"He smirked grabbing my hips

I blushed he was right ...."how did you ..."

"Let me guess your playing dva with that new porche skin ?" I nodded in response

"So what chris ...I'm hungry..."

Chris picked me up bridal style bringing me up into the kitchen where he made me some pizza rolls

I laughed as he kissed me

But I can taste you on the tip of my tounge

he handed me a weed let's me honest I'm a vape kind of a girl but getting high with my boyfriend makes me feel good he's so cute when he's high

I lit it up taking a puff and ghosting it making chris laugh

You're by my side and we've got smoke in our lungs

"Mama I've smoked with u like 2 times and your a natural already"

I laughed "chris I vape what u except"I looked at him his eyes sparkle

Im in love I'm in love ♡

HI HOPE U LIKE THIS STORY

Lwt me know if u want a face reveal one of my followers who is in fact my intent bff knows what I look like @chrissturniolos-wifee

[moira-mains-go-to-hell]

Am I in the middle of writing a smut book that is to be published within the next two years that you all will only find by chance on your shelves bc I will never tell you it’s my writing and want no connections to my internet persona with that writing? Yes. But in the mean time here are some WIP ideas I have that I may do as exercises later.

Hannibal inspired Ashe x reader

PART TWO TO A LITTLE LESS CONVERSATION IS STILL IN MY DRAFTS AND I HAVE TO FINISH IT EVEN THOUGH IT WILL PROBABLY HAVE BEEN A YEAR AND A HALF

Gym gf reader x Brigitte

Hunting season (dva x Ashe x kiri) fics

And a loose bag of JQ and Widow x readers

[overwatchfics]

hnnnnnnnnng god everyone knows dva is going to call your ass bunny moss doing the lords work

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 ones one condition...

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

"s'too much, i c-can't no more..."

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.

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?"

[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]

can you do a smut fic with dva where she is gaming and your feeling her all up and such? (maybe she is even streaming while you both do it)

𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖

Words: 546

Not a full smut, suggestive as I couldn't think of much more. Feel free to ask for something similar / part 2!

Hana had been lonely despite her constant streaming, her fans could never compare to you. No matter what they did they never could, and luckily enough the majority of them realized. But still happy to be a fan.

So it wasn’t surprised when she didn’t hear you return. The current game had managed to capture her attention well enough, not even seeing your reflection. Jumping when she felt hands slide along her waist.

Only relaxing when she realized it was you, her own hands laid over yours.

“Finally, thought I needed to find a new duo!”

“Seems like you’ve done that already.” Speaking of looking back at the screen, she has been playing with fans a lot more. Currently one of them was in a party with her, playing as one of her many duos.

“But they could never replace my player 2!” At this her hands moved up, leaning her head on her chest as her hands landed on your shoulders. Giving you the perfect opportunity to give her a long awaited kiss.

Which you did. And with the time away, she had become a lot more sensitive, quietly moaning into the kiss. Increasing in volume as your hands made their way under her shirt, able to cup her breasts.

The temperature difference was clear but felt amazing. Even if it did, that experience was for her, not her stream. Pulling the headset back on quickly.

“Hey chat, as you can see someone returned home. And I have to give them a present, see you tomorrow!”

When the stream was off, not even shutting off anything else. Rushing to push you out the room, only able to reach the couch.

“C’mon then, open your present~”

[historicfailure]

Hana Song never thought she would use her Meka for… that kind of entertainment. Sure, she was always ready to spend an entire night with old-school video games inside her mech — the seat was just that comfortable — but the Meka was also her place of work. Her second home in a sense, an extension of her body. Which was exactly what even brought her into this predicament. 

~ X ~

Hey there! :D

I know, I know, I didn’t announce anything for today, but this one I was suddenly in the mood for to write and it’s relatively short ^^ This request is something… new for me. It is pretty explicit and I wanted to try out if I’m comfortable with it and I have to say, I certainly am! :D It was fun to write this and go out of my comfort zone of writing merely smut-with-feelings. Well, here is just pure, unadultered porn ^^ Sometimes, you need porn-with-feelings, and sometimes you need just good ol’ porn. I hope you guys have fun nevertheless with this one! :D

WARNING: This one is really just full-on smut. Fuck, I used the word “bitchbreaker” twice. TW for really explicit sexual content, crude language, the works.

Nsfw Request: Dva has made some erotic modifications to her MEKA and proceeds to try them out (mounted dildos? Tentacles? Your pick). She proceeds to give them a go, not realizing until after that she had accidentally hit a bad button at some point and had been streaming the whole thing live.

~ X ~

Hana Song never thought she would use her Meka for… that kind of entertainment. Sure, she was always ready to spend an entire night with old-school video games inside her mech — the seat was just that comfortable — but the Meka was also her place of work. Her second home in a sense, an extension of her body. Which was exactly what even brought her into this predicament.

Ordering the vibrator had been a joke. At first. Every day Hana had looked at the unopened package sitting on her desk in the small room she inhabited at the mech-academy, knowing she could never use it. Dae-hyun slept in the bay right beside hers, and every small motion of his body tossing and turning on the bunk bed was audible in her own room. There was no way she would try out a rabbit vibrator, knowing her colleague would… Well… Hear her use it.

Thus, the idea of doing the deed inside her mech was born. It took Hana a few days to wrap her head around the idea, and a few more to actually act on it. In the end though, Hana discovered some very important pieces of information about Tokki — her mech — herself and her… kinks.

First, Tokki was soundproof, able to blind the front glass to allow the pilots some rest inside the safety of the mech and could also fit some embarrassingly large bottles of lube if necessary. Second, Hana found out that she loved masturbation. She loved it a whole lot. So much she couldn’t fall asleep before she hadn’t buried at least three fingers or a dildo inside of her small pussy and shuddered helplessly through an orgasm. And third, and maybe most importantly…

She liked weird shapes and big dildos. Tentacles, dragon-like vibrators, knots and nobs… All of them in sizes no one would ever associate with a small, dainty girl like her. When she felt the big thing with warming lube moving inside of her, vibrating just at the right frequency and hitting the perfect spot… Hana was turned on by the sheer memory of that feeling.

Though, over time, she became… dissatisfied. No matter how desperately she would move the vibrators in and out of her pussy, no matter how high she would set the movements and now matter how sore her little hole was afterwards, it just wasn’t enough. Something was missing, and Hana hated that feeling. Knowing she was missing something and not knowing what it was made her first into a first-class pro gamer and then a first-class Meka-pilot. Pursuing that lack of knowledge and trying to learn would also make her first-class in bringing herself to orgasm.

One evening, after being absolutely betrayed by the new purchase of a knotted dildo – fuck, the knot had been bigger than her two fists combined and it had done nothing for her – she finally had the epiphany.

What if… What if she could make the Meka fuck her?

Not as a whole, of course. But what if she could mount the many, many sex toys somewhere inside the mech, comfortable for her and with movements she wasn’t responsible for? That certainly would do the trick.

Tonight was the night. The night Hana finally finished the adjustments to her mech and her sex toys. Tonight was the night she would enter her very own fuck-machine and hopefully, it was also the night her orgasms stopped feeling so hollow.

Inside her mech, the heater was running already. Hana carefully peeled off her skin-tight suit. It always felt better when she was completely naked, feeling the sweat run over her skin, spreading her legs freely and the lube pooling beneath her thighs. Completely naked, she stuffed the suit into a small compartment at the height of her hip and turned around, scrambling a bit and hitting something with her knee. Nothing important, Hana was sure. Her attention was already elsewhere, more specifically on the vibrator she installed.

Right at the back of her mech, at the perfect height to fuck her senseless when she got onto her hands and knees, was a fat, big vibrator. Bright-pink silicone, soft under her fingers as she slicked it up with warming lube, and with an inflatable knot which would expand when the user would reach their orgasm. The newest piece of tech on the sex-toy-market, with adjustable nano-technology to fill out the customer to reach “ultimate satisfaction”, as the package promised. Hana was certainly ready for that satisfaction.

One sigh, and the young girl eased herself back into the cushions of her outstretched seat. Second sigh, and her hands started to drift over her young, strong, lithe body. Her small breasts fit perfectly into her palms. Weighing them, feeling the way her nipples perked up, a sliver of lust and anticipation already flashing through her stomach. With her very fingertips, Hana pinched the hard nubs. A moan crawled out of her throat; husky and low. The first one of many more to come, hopefully.

A third sigh fell from her lips as her hands wandered lower, down to her toned stomach, the slight curve and finally, the already wet lips of her pussy. Hana circled her clit, sighed once more, flicked the little nub with a quick swab of her index finger. Enough to excite her, but not nearly enough to make her come anytime soon. No, for that Hana needed the knot, craved for it, desperately so.

Then, her fingers reached her needy little hole. Hana bit her lips as the first two fingers plunged into her, quickly followed by a third as she found herself slick and ready.

“Oh yes…” Her hiss echoed ever so slightly in the space of the cockpit. With one hand, she kept her pussy open, with the other, she fucked herself loose to the point the wetness audibly squelched in the silence. That always happened quickly. Thankfully. Hana didn’t think she could wait any longer. To feel the knot spreading her open, the hard fat dick fucking into her with deep thunderous thrusts, the fake spunk flowing into her and filling her up until she felt at least six months pregnant, with no way to escape and only able to take, take, take…

A shudder wrecked through Hana. Oh, how much she wanted to feel all helpless and fucked out. Though, she could only pray her self-made fuck-machine would be worth it.

No more time wasted. She couldn’t wait any longer. Hana turned around and spread her legs ever so slightly. Her pussy lips opened as she scooted backwards, the cooler air flowing between her legs and making the sensations so much better. With her shaking fingers, the girl guided the blunt head towards her wet pussy, gnawing her lips in anticipation while her heart was racing in her chest.

Only when the tip of the vibrator touched her hole, Hana stopped. Her shoulders trembled, sweat stood on her forehead as she grinned; a tired, knowing grin full of confidence and hopeful premonition. Ever so gently, she scooted another centimeter backwards. And oh. Oh!

The head popped into her. Past the first tightness, making Hana sigh from deep within her throat. The first step was done and it felt already so good that her mind went slightly hazy.

There was a small remote with only a few buttons on it. For a moment, her pretty-pink fingernails scratched over the surface, too hasty in her desire to get absolutely wrecked by the… the bitchbreaker waiting to stretch her out. Then, Hana managed to get a good hold of the remote, licked her lips one last time, only to press the first button with a determination only reserved for the last seconds before the explosion of her Meka.

With a sharp thrust forward, the fake dick sunk into her. No, it didn’t sink, it charged forward. Charged and claimed and conquered her pussy until it fully belonged to the dick inside her. Hana shrieked, moaned, panted. Her entire world zeroed down to the dick stretching her out. Centimeter for centimeter, wonderfully stretching her out to the maximum. There was pain mixed into everything, but it made the pleasure even sweeter. The tip hit her cervix, kissing the inner mouth with an almost intimate touch, only to slowly pull back out of her. Hana moaned again, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Her elbows shook already, fuck, her entire body trembled under the force of the sensations. There was nothing but the dick, pressing into her with brutal force and leaving with passionate, long-winded longing. With every thrust, Hana was pushed forward, but the sheer thickness of the dick pulled her back whenever it withdrew. She was truly and utterly speared on top of it, helpless to the motions and unwilling to do anything about it.

That was what it must be like. To be totally dominated. Hana giggled, moaned, only to giggle even more, almost hysterical at the barrage of sensations. This was it. This was what she always wanted. The impassionate, forceful fucking of a machine, listening to her every whim and yet giving her so much pleasure she didn’t want it to stop.

Only through the sheer power of will, Hana managed to cling to her last bit of intelligence. Still with moans dropping from her lips like the slick dribbling down her quaking thighs, she pushed the second button. That setting probably would be her undoing and she couldn’t find it in herself to care much.

Instantly, the thick dick roared to life. Mighty trembles shook through her very core as the dick vibrated in staccato pulses. Hana’s eyes rolled in the back of her head. She was dimly aware of the high-pitched moans she let out, but the pleasure was simply too great. This bitchbreaker ruined her for every other toy on the planet. No man or machine could compare; this was her true calling. Submitting to the machine until the battery ran out, and the battery of a Meka never ran out.

The rhythm of the dick had changed. Random patterns, sometimes slow, sensual push and pull, then changing to a rapid fucking over several minutes in which Hana could only sob and claw to her seat as she was dragged over the fabric. Tears streamed down her face; tears of happiness at the lust and pleasure running through her body like fire. And all in between, the vibrations, hitting her g-spot and cervix just right to make her scream her brain out.

Her orgasm neared quickly. Usually, Hana loved to drag them out and chase the high over and over again before giving in, but there was no chance to edge herself this time. The machine fucked her without any forgiveness or chance to do so. Thrust after thrust after thrust, and Hana came. Sobbing and hoarsely moaning, her entire body tightened up as the familiar waves crashed into her mind. Hot tingles exploded right in her low stomach as she squirted all over the dick which claimed her with all its prowess. White stars burst behind her closed eyelids, yet there was another peak already nearing. Hana moaned again, her back arching and breasts bouncing with every further, unforgiving thrust. Fuck the pain and soreness. Fuck it away until she felt nothing but the dick inside her.

Way too fast. Not fast enough. Hana panted like a bitch in heat, feeling how her pussy was widened with every further thrust as the knot started to form. The lower lips were dragged along the shaft, the slight bulge which grew quickly bigger. It took only two more thrusts until the knot was locked into place.

Her eyes widened, her little mouth forming into a perfect ‘o’. She felt it. Felt the thickness getting stuck, the fat knot dragging with every further thrust along her walls. A whine howled through the small room as her g-spot was mercilessly tortured. Together with the fullness-!

Hana cried out. The cum, warm and alive, flooded her. Flooded her lower body, pumping her full. She never felt this full before. It was heaven. Her fate to be like this. Tears ran down her cheeks, her legs and arms trembled, only to give in under the weight of another orgasm nearing like the mighty wave of a tsunami.

Like a broken puppet, Hana laid on the seat. The knot was still inside, leisurely pumping its cum into her, the fucking reduced to a pleasurable yet simple back and forth. Her mind was hazy, overclouded by the feeling of the cum inside and her distended stomach pressing into the fabric beneath her body. There was only the knot, the cum and the thick dick still filling her up. Hana smiled lazily. Mission accomplished. Fuck, she felt like sleeping now. A really long, relaxing nap, that would be great. The girl yawned, moaned below her breath as the knot moved once more. She would be stuck here for a while, maybe she could really close her eyes for a bit and catch up on some sleep.

As Hana closed her eyes, enjoying the knot and fake, warm cum inside of her, she didn’t notice the subtle red light blinking on one of her monitors. From her position, she couldn’t see it and wouldn’t even have noticed if she wouldn’t be that distracted by the sex toy fucking her silly.

The stream was still going. For two hours already. The stream of the Number One former professional gamer, famed idol and brave soldier, fighting off Omnic wave after Omnic wave. The same stream where the young, nimble, beloved Hana Song showed herself to the world in all her naked glory, only to top that performance off by getting fucked on stream and pumped full of cum. Hundreds of thousands of people were watching, either out of sick curiosity, disbelief about the debauchery of their usually oh-so-innocent idol or out of raw, sheer want to do the same what the fake dick did: bury themselves to the hilt inside the young woman. And only more people were streaming in as the news was spread on social media. More and more people joined, to watch Hana sleep while the fat knot finally popped out of her, shiny with her slickness.

The revenue of one of the highest profile streamers went through the roof. There was no way any platform would shut down that stream anytime soon. The donation inbox chimed constantly, the comment section was exploding with every low breath Hana took, and the ads running in between reached millions of people around the globe.

But Hana knew nothing about this. She slept peacefully, without a worry on her mind, fully satisfied for the first time in months.

Life was good.

[hana-song-aka-dva]

Once again calling attention to my favorite fanfics. It finished a while back, and I dearly loved it all the way through! PLEASE read the warnings included tho…

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/

My favorite ship fic btw

[momosins]

D.va was craving more cock, especially knots... She wiggled her bare ass, showing off her wet pussy, hoping a nice fat cock would plunge inside.

[fandom-imagines]

Jealousy

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Jesse Mccree X Reader

Jealousy was something often seen on my boyfriend, Jesse Mccree.

He rarely acted on it though, although I knew he had been tempted many times. He had once actually gotten in a physical fight with a man in a bar once, resulting in us all being banned from said bar.

That was kind of hot though.

Why am I telling you this?

Well this fact is how I ended up pinned against my bedroom wall, Jesse’s leg pressed between my thighs.

You see, it had all started at a party.

Jesse, Lena and I had been assigned to a mission at a party.

We would attend the party, dressed in our fanciest clothing which we had just bought and would search for the Talon member who was attending, looking to assassinate somebody.

“You clean up well,” I smiled at my boyfriend.

He was currently wearing a smart suit, his hair styled, and a smirk covered his lips.

“So do you, darling.” He smiled, placing a light kiss on my cheek.

I was currently wearing a F/C dress which hugged my curves perfectly, showing off my figure. Makeup covered my face, making me stand out in the large crowd. The heels that I wore made me reach just below Mccrees shoulders, his arm able to wrap around my waist with ease.

“Stop flirting and get down here!” I heard Lena yelled, making us all laugh.

Jesses arm made its way around my waist, guiding me down to meet Lena.

~

Music blasted throughout the club – yes a club- as we entered.

“Okay so, we’ll split up and let each other know if we see anything suspicious.” Lena informed us, earning a nod from Jesse and I before we all parted ways.

I made my way over to the bar, ordering a drink.

Not long after I took a seat, a man walked up to me.

He wore all black, which made me suspicious immediately.

Talon member?

“What’s a cute girl like you doing all alone in a bar like this?” He asked, a smile on his face.

I spun around on the stool to face him.

“Hey there,” I said, forcing myself to return his smile.

We ended up talking for most of the night, exchanging flirtations, albeit mine being forced, the entire time.

However, the feel of somebody watching us never left me.

Maybe this guy isn’t the Talon member?

But, turns out he was, and we caught him quite easily thanks to my flirting (not to be cocky).

Afterwards, Lena, Jesse and I headed home in an uncomfortable silence.

Both Lena and I attempted to make conversation but Jesse remained silent, worrying me.

“Are you okay?” I asked as soon as we were in our shared bedroom.

And that leads me to where I currently am, pinned against my wall, hands held above my head with his thigh between my legs.

“J-Jesse?” I asked, confused.

“Did you think I couldn’t see you with that man all night?” He spat, grip on my wrists tightening.

I winced slightly, the tightness surprising me.

“I had too,” I whispered, watching as he shook his head in dismay before slamming his lips against my own.

I moaned when I felt his thigh press against my heat, one of his hands leaving my wrists to gently grip my breast, massaging it causing a moan to leave my lips.

His lips moved from mine down to my neck as he roughly sucked, marking me as his own.

“Mine,” he muttered against my neck, leaving another mark, “all mine.”

“All yours.” I whimpered, his hand still massaging my breast.

“You bet your pretty little ass you’re all mine,” He smirked, swiftly moving his hands to grip my thighs, lifting me up and pressing me against the wall, my legs immediately wrapping around his waist.

“Are you going to be a good girl and do what I say?” He asked, running a finger over the marks he had left.

I let out a small hum.

“What was that? Use your words, darling.”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Good girl,” He smiled, petting my hair before spinning us around and lying us down on the bed, the soft cushioning of our bed contrasting the coldness of the wall I was previously against.

“Mm, I think this’ll show everybody who you belong too.” He smirked, happy with himself.

“Jesse,” I whimpered, feeling the wetness begin to cover my panties.

“What is it, darling?” He whispered, lowering his lips near my own to the point I could feel his breath against my own.

“Please touch me.” I begged, making him smirk.

“You want me that bad already?” He asked, amused as I quickly and rapidly nodded.

“Yes,” I moaned, feeling his hand slide up the dress I was wearing, his hand massaging my thigh.

My hands reached up to his suit jacket, quickly pulling it from him before discarding it on the floor.

“You must really want me, huh?” He chuckled against my lips as I pressed mine against his, shocking him before he responded, biting my lower lip making me moan leaving him able to force his tongue into my mouth, ours battling for dominance.

My hands made their way to his shoulders, pulling him further against me, able to feel his warmth against my body the sensation of him grinding against me left me even wetter than before. My fingers began to work at the buttons of his shirt, tossing it on the ground beside his jacket.

He took the hint of me being desperate, his hands making their way behind me, ready to unzip my dress. I lifted myself up slightly to make it easier for him to take the dress off. He did so quickly, throwing it with the other clothes.

“As beautiful as you are with the dress on, I think I’d prefer you without it.” He growled, fingers working skilfully at my bra, leaving me only in my panties.

I quickly grasped his belt buckle, undoing it before removing his pants leaving us both with only one item of clothing on.

“You’re so beautiful, darling.” He said, holding himself up with his elbows to admire me, a blush rising up my cheeks as he did so.

He soon dove his face back down on my own, kissing my lips as he intertwined our fingers holding them either side of my head as we continue to kiss.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, one hand running down my body, reaching my panties.

I nodded eagerly, moaning as he tore off the last item of clothing I was wearing before shoving a finger inside me.

“You’re that wet for me already, darling? I’ve barely even touched you,” He smiled, “I bet that man can’t make you this wet without even touching you.”

“Only you,” I moaned, grinding myself against his finger, him entering another as I did so.

“Good girl, coming undone at just my fingers,”

I felt his two fingers leave me just as I was about to come, a whine leaving my lips.

“Are you ready?” He asked, my answer not being verbal but instead my hands pulling off the clothing I wanted removed the most. “I’ll take that as a yes,” He chuckled, pressing his body against my own, kissing my lips once again before guiding himself into me, our moans mixing together.

“So beautiful,” He whispered, hand caressing my cheek as he began to move, “I love you, darling.”

“I love you too,” I smiled, our lips pressed together once more.

I felt his finger begin to massage my clit, making me come closer and closer to cumming.

“Jesse, I’m going to-“I moaned,

“Me too,” He groaned, both of us cumming within seconds of each other.

He pulled out of me a few moments later, lying beside me, both of us panting. Jesse turned over to face me, me doing the same. I felt his hand touch my cheek, moving a strand of hair from my sweat-ridden face.

He placed a sweet kiss on my lips, hand making its way into my hair to guide the kiss. The kiss itself was innocent, both of us moving slowly in perfect synergy.

“I love you so much,” He whispered, breath tickling my lips.

“I love you more,” I teased, him shaking his head.

“Not possible,” He chuckled, “I love you more than Hana loves her video games.”

“That’s a lot then,”

“Of course, you’re my world and always will be…”

[honeymoonwriting]

Hmm. How's this for spicy? Dva and Brigitte wanna do something extra special for their crush. How would they react to the idea of a threesome? ����💞

Oh my, anon.

Hana and Brigitte both trust each other and you, and if it will satisfy their desire for you, then they’re very willing.

-WARNING MILD NSFW AHEAD-

Hana’s breath caresses your bare skin leaving tiny goosebumps to rise in excitement. Her hazel eyes stare deep into yours as her painted finger-tips slowly stroll down to the lower part of your body.  Pressure builds between your thighs like loose knots that are just waiting to be undone, and as her fingers slyly slip underneath your waistband, you can feel it starting to tug loose, but Brigitte’s voice interrupts that release.

“Not yet, Hana.”

“Really?” Hana pouts.

“Uh, yes, really. We need to establish something with Y/N.”

“Oh, that’s right!”

Hana removes herself from your side and stands next to Brigitte. The mood from her eyes shifts from lust to a gentle trusting type.

“We like you, okay, and we.... want you.” Brigitte talks shyly at the last part, and Hana nods in agreement.

“I want you guys too.” You say. “More than you think.”

“Well, now that we got that out of the way!” Hana giggles in anticipation and tears away at her clothes revealing light pink underwear and a lacy bra adorned with ivory ribbons.

Brigitte undresses next with just her naked body underneath the layers of fabric.

This was going to be very long night.... 

|| djdjfkdjd I hope this is okay, anon! It's mild spice I know 😣😣 pls forgive me.