#junkerqueen simp supreme

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

if you could by chance, feed my obsession with some graves fluff, anything you want just something fluffy.

my obsession is out of hand, thank youu. <3

Anything for you boo thing <3

Coming Home

It had been a long few months for the both of you. You'd both be sent on missions by Shepard, a man you hated ever so dearly.

The worst part?

You weren't sent on them together.

You both didn't see each other, and when you did you had to act like you didn't know each other. It was nothing short of torture.

But you pushed through. The mission was simple enough. Get info and deliver it safely. It only took four months of sleeping alone in a safe house far too big for just yourself.

When you got home, you wanted nothing more than to see your boyfriend. But the house was eerily silent when you opened the door, and you knew that you had gotten home before he did.

So, ever so carefully, you sat your bag down in your shared bedroom and walked back out to the living room. You plopped down onto the couch, and started mindlessly scrolling through your phone that you had only just gotten back a few hours ago.

It took Phillip two hours to get out of the base and back to your shared home. The whole time he was nervously itching at his pocket, making sure his gift for you was still there.

When he finally got home, the sight of you on the couch made his heart leap into his throat. He missed you so much.

Graves sprinted to the couch, diving onto you and pulling you into the longest hug ever.

"Fucking hell, Phil," you complained, smooshed into his chest.

He just shushed you and placed a kiss onto your forehead. "I missed you," he confessed.

"I missed you too, but you don't see me jumping over the couch onto you."

"I didn't jump over the couch! I jumped from the side of the couch and... oh." It took him a minute to realize that he had, in fact, jumped over the couch. "Oops."

You just sighed and kissed him.

He, regretfully, pulled away and stood up. You went to follow suit, but he just pushed you back down. "No, no. I have something to give you," he explained.

You were curious as to what it was, but he was adamant on getting dinner and then giving it to you. Phillip ordered from your favorite restaurant and had it delivered to the house.

While the two of you waited, you cuddled on the couch and told each other everything that had happened while you were away. Graves got up and got the food from the driver, insisting that you stay sitting, and brought it over to the couch.

He placed the boxes on the coffee table and the two of you kept talking while you ate. Four months is a lot of time to be gone, after all.

When he was sure that you both were done eating, he cleaned everything. When you complained that you wanted to do something, Phil just shook his head and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "You deserve to be treated tonight. I don't want you lifting a finger."

With an eye roll, you let him keep doing whatever he wanted.

When Phil came back, he looked a little more nervous than before. Carefully, ever so carefully, he pulled something out of his pocket and got down on one knee.

"Y/n, I've loved you for a long time. I've known that I wanted to marry you for just as long. I planned on waiting just a little longer for the right moment, but after that mission we just had I couldn't. It was paining me not to have you with me at night. To not hear your laugh, your sarcastic comments. To not see the way you smiled when I told you I loved you or to see you roll your eyes at my jokes. I want you to be my husband so that I can argue when Shepard tries to seperate us. Will you marry me?" Graves asked, his eyes hopeful.

You couldn't help the smile that split your face, and you jumped off the couch and into his arms. "Obviously yes! God, I've been waiting forever for this!"

Phillip smiled and kissed you, tears springing to his eyes.

The two of you stayed like that for a minute before he pulled away and slipped the ring on your finger. It was beautiful, made with all your favorite colors and gems.

Graves picked you up and took you to your shared bedroom and laid you down in bed before getting in himself. He held you close to him, not wanting to let go.

He never wanted to let go if he could help it.

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

Literally us

Moon just staring is like me when someone starts talking about the hunger games.

I was working on a project related to it and one of my friends went to look at my paper and I just stared at him the way that moon is staring at the camera

Oh, and then I snatched the paper, scribbled something down, and then let him look at it again

He told the teacher that he was scared of me for that

Good times

oh boy security breach brainrot here we go

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

I ACCIDENTLY UNFOLLOWED YOU I'M SORRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

but anyway let me eat her out please adrien

let me eat junkerqueen out

PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THE LAST REQ ONLY MADE ME MORE FERAL

GIMMIE THAT BLACK METAL FIT AND ME BETWEEN HER LEGS

LMAO YOURE FINE

You’re lucky I like you 😒😒😒

Insatiable horny bitch

Anyway off we go into Drabble land

Yay

Junkerqueen x reader

“Fuck, love, just like that,” your girlfriend moaned, gripping your hair tighter.

You looked up from between her legs, nothing but pure love and adoration in your eyes. She always looked so beautiful like this. Her make up that was put on just for this was slowly melting off as she sweat. Mascara left trails down her face from when tears of pleasure fell from her eyes.

All in all, she was perfect.

You didn’t slow down at all, continuing to pump your fingers in and out of her needy pussy while continuing to play with her clit with your tongue.

Odessa cries out again in pleasure, shoving your face even closer into her. You could feel the way that she clamped around your fingers. How her legs tensed and moved over your shoulders.

All signs of an incoming orgasm.

That would make, what, seven now? You could always go for an even ten. That would be good.

Soon enough, Dez moans out your praises and cums again, clenching against your fingers and bucking her hips up.

You helped her ride her high, slowly removing your fingers and licking the juices off of them like they were the most delicious thing in the world.

From on the bed, your queen laid against the pillows that you set up for her as she tried to catch her breath. You just stared for a minute or so, basking in her beauty. You kissed and licked and bit her supple thighs, making them up even more. Those black shorts of hers wouldn’t be able to cover everything and you loved that. Loved the idea of people knowing what you did.

Slowly, you made your way back up to her abused pussy and pushed her legs apart again. It was perfectly on display for you. Her clit was swollen and sore, her hole leaking and red.

Beautiful.

Carefully, you licked from her hole to her clit.

She had her time to recover, did she not?

“Please, love, I want you to just fuck me already,” she begged, her hole clamping over nothing and her thighs shaking.

“Just one more, please? For me?” You pleaded, looking at Dez with the biggest puppy eyes you could muster.

She could never say no to that, now could she?

“Fine. But only one more.”

With her confirmation, you smiled and went back to devouring her.

It would never be enough for you. She just tasted so good, so addicting. It wasn’t your fault that you could never get enough. If you had it your way, you’d stay between her legs forever, just tasting the sweet nectar that she produced.

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

i’m a whore

so here i am, once again

i need you to write something with jq patting her lap for reader to sit on it

will go feral and bark and scream

Ayyyyy we gotta love the queen

Come Sit

Your day had been absolute shit. Nothing was seeming to go right.

It started when you woke up that morning. You hadn’t remembered to brew coffee the night before, leaving you to have to do it while already running late for a meeting. When you finally got the coffee brewed, you spilled some of it all over your clothes, leaving you to have to change.

Whatever, that was fine. You just figured that it was a bad start to the morning. Well, when you finally got to said meeting you were half an hour late. Your girlfriend looked at you softly when you walked in, apologizing for being late, and took a sip of your coffee before continuing to talk.

The whole meeting, people were looking at you in a way that could only be described as pissed off and jealous. If it was anyone else that was late then they would have been chewed out by the Queen and sent off, but you just got a soft smile and nothing else.

After the meeting you decided to go get lunch while Odessa started preparations for the next Reckoning. You got a bowl of soup after the owner said they didn’t have any more of your favorite sandwich because they discontinued selling it, and when you went to eat the soup you spilled a good bit of it all over the table. You cleaned it up, obviously, but it was just the cherry on top of the horrible day that made you go home early.

When you got to the house, Dez wasn’t there. All you wanted to do was cuddle up with your girlfriend and have her tell you that everything would be okay, but she wasn’t fucking there. It wasn’t her fault and you knew that, but it’s what made you break down. You sat on the couch and cried, holding one of Odessa’s shirts close because it smelled like her.

After a while of this, you decided to go and try your hand at getting Dez to come home. She would if you asked, but you always doubted your ability to do that. So, off you went, ignoring the weird looks and stares that you got because of your status as the queens boyfriend. On a normal day they wouldn’t bother you, but this wasn’t a normal day.

Dez had just sat down on her throne, thinking to herself that she really needed to get home, when you found her. Almost instantly, she was concerned. You looked disheveled and your face was puffy from crying. Hell, you even had her shirt still in your hand.

Carefully, Odessa patter her lap for you to crawl up and sit on. You took the offer immediately, climbing up and sitting on her lap while she wrapped her arms around you. The two of you sat like that in silence for a bit, Odessa rocking you back and forth and you just basking in her presence.

It’s moments like these that make the bad days okay.

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

Bad Feelings Before Dinner

Dad!Soldier:76 x kid!Reader

You sat on your bed, your head resting in the palms of your hands. Nothing was going the way you wanted it to, and it was all your fault. That’s what you thought, anyway.

You had been in your room for a while, just berating yourself. You ignored your phone, and missed dinner with your dad. After a few minutes of waiting for you to come out of your room, he decided to check on you. The retired super soldier knocked on your door, and when he didn’t get a response he cracked it open slightly.

He sighed when he saw you curled up on your bed. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying, and you were just staring at the wall. You didn’t even acknowledge him. Jack sighed and sat down next to you on the bed, startling you slightly.

“Oh, hi. Didn’t hear you come in. Is dinner ready?”

“Dinner was ready ten minutes ago. I called you, and when you didn’t answer I knocked. Seems like you were pretty out of it, huh?”

You cringed and looked over at your phone, which had plenty of missed messages and calls. You hadn’t even noticed. “Yeah, I guess I was. Sorry, I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Don’t worry about it, kid. Is something up?” You didn’t respond, just looking away and focusing on the wall again. “I’ll take that as a yes. Do you wanna talk about it?”

You had your reservations about telling him what was going on in your head, knowing that he’d try and refute anything that you said. Still, you really did want to talk to someone about it. “I just…I feel like a shitty person. I have for so long, and the more I keep existing the worse it gets. I just get more and more horrible as I keep living.”

“Well, why?”

You paused. That wasn’t what you expected him to ask, but you went with it. “Cause I don’t listen to people. I push and push for them to do what I want, ignoring them when they tell me they don’t want to.”

Jack nodded along as you spoke. The two of you sat in silence for a bit before he finally said something. “Well, then I guess I’m a pretty shitty person too.”

“What? No! No, you’re the best. What are you talking about?”

Jack shrugs. “Well, I do that sometimes. I did it to your father a lot. I’ve done it to you. Auntie Ana does it too with Fareeha, so I guess she’s a shitty person too.”

You looked at your dad, astonished. “No way. You guys probably had a good reason to do it. You’re not shitty people.”

“Nope. We pushed because we wanted to. By your logic, we suck.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Not true. You and papa are always so nice to me. You push me to do things that I’m scared to and I pretty much always end up enjoying them. Auntie Ana pushes Fareeha because it’s what helps Fareeha do what she needs to. You guys are the opposite of shitty people.”

Your dad smiles at you and nudges your shoulder. “Well, if we aren’t shitty for it, then neither are you. I’m sure you thought you were doing what was best.”

You didn’t know what to say exactly, so you just stayed quiet and stared at the wall again. You knew he was right, he almost always was, but the feeling of being shitty didn’t disappear.

“I know that you won’t magically feel better. Feelings are one hell of a thing and are definitely persistent. But I don’t mind reminding you any time you feel down that you aren’t a bad person. You’re so caring to the people around you. You’re always a shoulder to lean on for your friends. You help them with things, even when you need help yourself. You don’t diminish their feelings and instead help them with what they need. I think that makes you pretty fucking amazing.”

The tears had started up again, and you wiped them away with your sleeve. “Thanks, dad.”

“No problem kiddo. You’re pretty fucking amazing. Now come on, your dinner has been getting cold and you know how your papa feels about me getting you dessert when you didn’t eat dinner.”

~~~

@colemorrison

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

Literally us

Same energy-

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

i’m in need of junkerqueen angst and this is another song one, if you don’t mind of course.

You’re losing me - Taylor Swift

you may not be into her music which is perfectly fine just hear me out with the lyrics on this one.

“Do something, babe, say something. Lose something, babe, risk something. Choose something, babe, I got nothing to believe, unless you're choosin' me”

you see my vision here? the heart breaking angst that could be written here 🙏🙏

trust

You're Losing Me (Junkerqueen x reader)

Things hadn't been normal in a very long time. You didn't know what it was, but something just wasn't right. The love of your life hadn't been around as much as when the two of you moved in together.

The two of you were inseparable at first. She took you everywhere, even to confidential meetings. There was nothing you didn't do together. But a year or so back, she started acting weird. At first you thought it was just her being stressed out from work, so you tried to be patient. To be someone that she could talk to.

But nothing changed.

If anything, it got worse.

Odessa started staying out much later than you were used to. She didn't parade you around town as much. Didn't take you out at least once a week. Didn't let you go to meetings with her to let you sit on her lap while she made jokes about what people were saying.

Instead, it was you staying at home. You’d do laps around the house just to be able to move around. Wash the dishes and dry them and put them away and then decide to re organize everything because it didn’t make sense how it was. Decide that the way that you did it was dumb and then put it back to how it was originally. Then look at it again and decide that both ways were stupid so you re did it again. You’d wipe down counters and mop floors. Make the bed and then re-make the bed after you decide to lay down.

But nothing helps the ache in your chest. Nothing helps the way that you long for your girlfriend to be with you. To have her make you laugh. To have her pepper you in kisses and tell you how she loves you.

To have her

One day you decide you’ve had enough. You can’t wait around for her to realize how you’re feeling. Anytime you try to talk to her about it she’d just brush it off and say, “we’ll do something together soon.” But soon never came. Soon was some intangible thing that you could never seem to reach, always being pushed back. It was always right there, so close. But it was also always so far away, ungraspable.

So you write a note. It has every emotion that you’re too scared to tell her in person. Every time that she left you to your own emotions. Every time she left you to comfort yourself.

Every time she left you

Every time she decided that she had better things than you.

You, who waited until ungodly hours of the morning for her.

You, who was always there for her.

You, who wanted nothing more than for her to choose her the way you chose her.

You, who loved her more than anything.

You, who never got that love back.

Everything you wanted to scream at her was right on that piece of paper. Every emotion you could never seem to verbalize before was there.

But, of course, Dez took that time to come home early.

She had already been having a shitty day. No clue why, but she had been. She woke up from sleeping on the couch, not wanting to risk waking you and hearing your endless questions, and went to go make coffee like she normally did. Except she couldn’t find her mug because you kept moving it, so she had to spend half an hour looking for it, only to realize that you had set it out by the coffee maker. Then she spilled it on her lap, making her have to change clothes. The shower blasted her with freezing cold water randomly. She couldn’t find the pair of clothes that she wanted to wear to a really important meeting. She was then late to said really important meeting.

All in all, her day was shit.

And it got worse when she say you at the same counter where you left her coffee mug, writing a note with bags packed. Her heart dropped into her stomach.

“What’re ya doin?” Dez asked.

You jumped, not expecting her to be home, and cringed as you turned around. You were just re-reading the note for the millionth time, trying to convince yourself to throw it away and go back to your room.

“I’m…I’m leaving, Odessa.”

“…what?”

You never used her full name. Never. It was always Dez or Dessa or “My Queen.” Never Odessa.

“I said I’m leaving. I can’t take this anymore.”

“Can’t take what? Living in the luxury that I provide for you?”

The venom in her words shocked you. It was unexpected and hurt a lot more than you thought it would. Apparently the walls that you had built up to prevent this weren’t as effective as you had hoped.

“The luxury that you provide for me isn’t what I want, Odessa. I want you. But I can never seem to have you anymore. You’re always out doing something else. Sleeping on the couch to avoid me. Telling me that we’ll do something together soon and then soon never comes. I’m tired of it. I can’t…I can’t live like this.”

Your words shocked the both of you. Odessa looked at you, a mix of shock and concern on her face. But that mixed look changed to rage. How dare you?

“Excuse me? I have a whole damn country to run. Pardon me for not being able to spend every waking moment with you. What is it that you do, anyway?”

Your sorrow quickly changed to rage at her words. “What is it that I do? I make sure that you come home to a clean house. I clean everything a million times over. I go and get groceries and then make your breakfast, lunch, and dinner out of said groceries and then go and get more. I make sure that the water in the shower is hot enough so that you can take as long as you may need to destress. I offer myself as comfort and solace for you, but you’re “too busy” to pay any attention. I’m fucking done! I don’t deserve this! God fucking damnit, Odessa, open your eyes!” You shouted back.

The queen in front of you just stared in shock. You’d never, ever spoken to her like that.

Ever.

When she didn’t respond, you got angrier. “Jesus, say something. Do something, Odessa! I need you to choose.” Your voice softened. “And by god I need you to choose me. I need you to choose me so bad because you’re my everything. You’re my everything and I don’t know who I am without you. But if I’m not your everything too then I’m leaving.”

Still, Odessa didn’t say a word. It was like her mouth was glued shut. Tears had started streaming down your cheeks at some point and you angrily wiped them away. “You’re about to loose me and you won’t even any anything. Great to know. Goodbye, Odessa Stone. Goodbye.”

And with that, you were gone. You’d picked up your bag and walked out the front door, slamming it behind you. All while Odessa just watched.

It was after you left that Odessa came to her senses. Everything in her screamed to chase after you, to beg you to come back. But what good would that do? Instead, the giant of a woman slowly walked to the counter and read your note.

She couldn’t even finish it before the tears started. She sobbed as she read how you were feeling. As she realized what she had been doing to you. God, she deserved this.

She had all of Junkertown and yet she couldn’t even keep you.

Odessa sunk to the floor, clutching the last thing of yours that she had as she cried.

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

son..

i know you have a lot of stuff from me but i’m gonna need some junkerqueen comfort with a ftm reader please.

i dunno why i just got an overwhelming wave of sadness and i need some love and to be babied.

thank you, i love you.

Anything for you papa

You didn’t know what was wrong. Everything seemed to have been fine these last few days. You could even say that things were going good. Dare you say great.

But when you woke up this morning, everything was wrong. There was this sinking feeling in your chest that you just couldn’t shake. Dez wasn't there for you to cuddle into and drag back to sleep. All that was there for you was the ache in your chest.

You sat in bed, not wanting to get up. Even if you did want to, you couldn't. Every part of your body was heavier than lead, leaving you trapped under the covers. You stayed there, trapped under the covers and wishing for your girlfriend to be home.

Thankfully, your wish was granted when Odessa walked through the bedroom door, balancing food and coffee in her arms. "You just wake up?" she asked as she set everything down and sat down next to you. You shook your head and curled up closer to her, resting your head on her lap.

Dez ran her fingers through your hair and tilted her head to the side. "Bad morning?" You nodded again and Dez sighed. It wasn't directed towards you, but towards the fact that you weren't feeling great. She hated that she couldn't instantly fix anything that was wrong with you with a snap of her fingers.

Odessa helped you sit up and started to slowly feed you the breakfast that she had whipped up. For someone who would burn water, she did a pretty good job at cooking this morning. When you had eaten everything that you could, Dez gave you sips of the coffee before tucking you back in. She herself crawled into bed, holding you close to her.

Your face was buried in her chest and your legs tangled together quickly. Things felt better this way. Having her nearby made you forget how bad you were feeling. Instead, you felt calm. Relaxed.

Odessa ran her fingers through your hair again and kissed your forehead. "You're gonna be just fine, hon. You're too strong not to be. One bad day ain't gonna be the end of it all."

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There was a light knock on your door, followed by your dad's voice. "You okay in there, kid?" He didn't force his way in when you didn't immediately respond, knowing that he should probably give you a minute.

You had been locked in your room for hours. Something wasn't right, but the former super soldier couldn't figure out what. Neither could you. You just got this horrible feeling in your chest randomly and couldn't shake it, so you went to your room to try and figure it out alone.

"No," you managed to get out in between sobs. Jack sighed from the other side of the door and opened it, seeing you curled in a ball in your bed. You had been crying for an hour now, and you just couldn't seem to stop no matter how hard you tried.

Jack's heart broke seeing your disheveled state. He hated seeing you upset, no matter what the reason was. It was his job as your dad to make sure you were okay, and you being sad was proof of his failure.

He made his way over to your bed, sitting down on the edge of it and putting a hand on your shoulder. "What's going on, kid?" he asked, his voice soft. You just shrugged your shoulders and kept crying. You had no clue what was wrong. Today just wasn't it for you.

Jack sighed and nodded. "I'll be right back, okay?" You nodded and he got up, leaving your room and going to the kitchen. He paced around the kitchen, trying to figure out what to make you. He eventually settled on hot chocolate, and while it cooled down a little, he grabbed extra blankets and the emergency basket that had your favorite drinks and snacks. Jack had put it together when you got broken up with for the first time, and he had just kept it stocked up just in case you needed it.

He balanced everything in his arms as he brought it back to your room. You looked at him, confused, but didn't say anything. Jack handed you your cup of hot chocolate and you took it, having a couple sips in between gasps for air. The tears just wouldn't stop.

Your dad laid the blankets over you and sat down on the edge of the bed again, not saying anything. He just wanted you to know that he was here. That he'd always be here for you, because you were his kid and because he loved you.

After a few minutes, you crawled over and rested your head in his lap. He smiled slightly and patted your head. "You're alright, kid. You're gonna be alright. Whatever's going on is gonna pass, and you'll be better because of it. Now, try to relax and go to sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up."

~~~~

@colemorrison

I love you :P

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

COLE I SWEARRRRRRRRR

YOU'RE SO NICE TO ME

He had been staring at you far longer than he normally would, maybe something was amiss?

“Either you’re undressing me with your eyes or something is wrong.”

The tone you gave him made his cheeks flush, he was simply admiring you. Was that so wrong?

“I.. Nothing is wrong and I certainly am not ‘undressing you with my eyes’.”

“So what are you doing?”

“I am… Loving you.”

The softness caught you off guard, he.. Was loving you?

“You love me?”

Hanzo smiled, before it turned into a small chuckle.

“Yes, I do.”

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Just a little thank you. @bruhhhh-huhhhhh

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

i have another…

i need to see some smut with jq BUT i need it with her black metal skin.

PLEASE THIS IS YOUR DOING NOW YOU MUST FIX IT

Ughhhhh fineeeee

Horny bastard

Man idk how to tag stuff like this. Uh

Strap on usage. Dom!Junkerqueen bc she's hot. Trans male reader bc we need

Rock Hard On

Junkerqueen x trans!male reader

Odessa peppered small kisses down your jawline, leaving black lipstick in her wake. You couldn't help but whine when her canines dug into your neck, leaving a small mark. How had you gotten here, pressed up against the wall of your hotel room with your girlfriend ravaging you like you were the most amazing thing in the world?

Well, you had a small idea.

It started when one of her old friends from back when she was a teenager showed up and brought up some band that she used to be in. You couldn't help but look at her in confusion as she laughed and nodded along agreed to whatever her friend was suggesting. When he finally left, you pulled your girlfriend back to the couch to get some answers.

"Dez, what was that?"

"Oh, he's just a mate of mine. We used to have a band way back when. Where ya think I got my guitar skills from?"

"Well, what did he want?"

"Wants to get the band back together for one last tour. You okay with that?"

“Well, obviously. As long as you’re happy, Dez.”

And she was. Odessa was all smiles as she got into a modified version of her punk outfit and put on the makeup and temporary hair dye that would wash off when you two showered later.

The band was very excited to meet you. They all shook your hand and hugged you, thanking you for keeping your queen safe and happy.

While they were preparing for the show, you couldn’t help but ogle at your girlfriend. She looked gorgeous.

Well, things happened, and you may or may not have whispered absolute filth in her ear before the band had to go backstage for final touches.

In your defense, she looked hot as fuck.

You were on her mind the whole performance. As her boyfriend you obviously got front row seats, which you used to make faces at her and mouth obscene things. The whole time she was on stage she was thinking about jumping off the stage and fucking the brat right out of you. But sadly, that would have to wait.

When the time for saying goodbye finally came, Odessa was so ready to leave and go back home. "C'mon, I gotta go home. Tell people that they can send me a letter if they wanna talk so bad," Dez told her band mate, who just sighed and let her leave.

She was quick to find you waiting outside the building for her to get done. In all honesty, you were about to go back to the hotel and wait for her there. You gave her a loving smile and grabbed her hand, dragging her across the street to the hotel. Her grip on your hand was tighter than usual, but that's exactly what you wanted.

One steamy elevator ride later, you two were at your room. The second the door closed she was on you.

"Think ya can just do things like that and expect me not to act on em?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you said, feigning ignorance.

You girlfriend looked at you, her face completely serious, as she repeated the words you told her before she had to go. "'Can't wait for you to fuck me when we get home. Want you to ravage me. Wanna feel your fingers down my throat and strap so far inside me I can't think.'" She mocked. Your face flushed but you just turned your head, ignoring her.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you said.

Odessa growled and grabbed your face, making you look at her. "Don't. Lie. If ya wanna get fucked, then you'll get fucked. But I ain't gonna let ya lie to my face and get rewarded."

Yep, you fucked up and you knew it, so you looked her dead in the eyes and started begging for her forgiveness. After a few seconds, the queen in front of you just stuck a finger in your mouth and started to remove your clothes.

"Fuckin' whore. Could always just leave you here, needy and alone. Could go and shower and just leave you here, needy and wanting for me to touch you."

"Noooo," you whined, momentarily taking her fingers out of your mouth. Just as you went to say something else, she forced them back in, making you gag.

"Didn't say that you could stop sucking on those, now did I?"

You shook your head, looking at her apologetically. Dez rolled her eyes and went to peel off her clothes before you frantically reached your hands out to stop her. "What, you like this outfit?" You hummed in agreement and Dez laughed cruelly. "Yeah, I bet you do. Fine, I'll keep it on. Just for you."

It didn't take long for Odessa to get impatient and pull her fingers out of your mouth and replace them with her lips on yours. She just sat there and made out with you, occasionally trailing her mouth down lower to nibble and suck on your neck. "Pretty boy. Can't wait to ruin you," she said, picking you up and laying you down on the bed.

At this point, you were completely naked. Odessa grabbed her strap and harness and put them on over her clothes before climbing on top of you.

She teased your dripping folds with the tip of the silicon dick. You whined and gripped at the sheets. "Dez..." you trailed off, looking at her with the most pathetic eyes you could muster.

"Oh, does my pretty boy want me to fuck him?"

You whined and nodded.

"I need words, dear. Gotta hear you say it."

"I want you to fuck me. Please, Dez, just wanna have you fuck me until I can't think anymore. Just wanna feel you inside me and feel how good you make me feel," you rambled. You really, really needed this.

Odessa chuckled and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Well, I guess that's enough. I ain't goin easy on you, so be ready."

That was all the warning you got before she slammed into you and started to fuck the life out of you. All you could feel was the silicon dick pushing in and out of you, hitting your deepest spots and making you moan out in pleasure.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you couldn't help but already feel close. It's not your fault; you two hadn't done anything for a while now.

It's almost like Odessa read your mind. "You close, pretty boy?" She asked, not once slowing down.

You couldn't speak. Any time you tried, all that came out were lewd moans and whines. So, instead, you just nodded furiously. Odessa laughed cruelly and started to bite and kiss the more sensitive parts of your neck.

"Well then, pretty boy, you can cum."

It wasn't often that she gave you permission to cum so easily. It normally took lots of begging and promises of behaving to get her to even consider it. That should have told you what she was going to do to you. Sadly, you were too focused on the pleasure that she was giving you to think about anything past what was happening right then and there.

With a loud moan, you came. Dez helped you ride out your high, slowing down her thrusts slightly. Before you could stop her, Odessa grabbed your phone and took a picture of your fucked out state before showing it to you.

Your hair was a mess. Drool spilled down your chin and mixed with the blue lipstick left behind from your girlfriend's kisses. Bite marks litter around your collarbones and the soft spots on your neck. "Don't'cha just look so pretty? Can't wait to make you scream for me again."

When Dez started to speed up her thrusts again, you knew you were done for.

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i need some… junkerqueen x (T)male reader where she just kind of comforts him with his eating disorder.

TW

i sometimes literally can’t bring myself to eat, not cause anything is wrong i just… can’t? food is icky.

thank you adrien, truly. you are everything.

anything for you pookie (I'd like to formally apologize for that)

Y'all see that trigger warning in the ask? Yep, that carries over into this piece. Crazy, right? Anyway, this'll have themes of eating disorders and unhealthy relationships with food. If that isn't the thing for you, then please don't read this. I don't want people getting triggered by this. I love y'all too much for that.

Odessa pushes the bowl towards you once again, trying to get you to eat the food that she had made. "Love, you really gotta to eat something."

You pushed the bowl back, just the thought of picking up the spoon and putting the soup into your mouth made you want to vomit. "I can't, Dez," you respond quietly.

Your girlfriend sighs, frustrated, and you could feel tears welling in your eyes. The two of you had been at this for almost an hour. Something wasn't right today. You couldn't understand why she couldn't get that you just couldn't eat. If you did, you'd just throw it right back up.

"Love, I'm really trying here. You haven't eaten all day. You really, really need to get something in you before the day is over."

Biting your bottom lip, you tried really hard not to let the tears spill.

You failed.

The warm tears glided across your cheeks and Odessa's face softened. She scooted her chair so that she was sitting next to you instead of across from you and wraps on arm around you, pulling your face into her chest. "Oh, y/n," she said, rubbing a hand up and down your back.

"I'm sorry," you cried.

"Nah, don't be sorry. It ain't your fault. I know you don't want things to be like this."

You gripped onto your girlfriend's shirt for dear life, trying to convey how you were feeling without saying anything. Before you could try and stop her, Dez picked you up and held you bridal style. "We're gonna lay down, m'kay? Maybe you need some time to chill before trying to eat again."

You nodded weakly and let her take you to your bed, the bowl of soup forgotten on the table.

Dez laid you down before climbing in herself, letting you rest your head on her chest. She ran a hand through your hair, and another wrapped around you protectively.

"I don't do it on purpose," you said.

"I know you don't."

"It's just that sometimes I look at food and just feel sick. Doesn't matter if it's my favorite food ever, I still feel like I'm going to hurl if I eat it. And I hate it. I hate it so much because I just want to eat like a normal person."

"I know."

"Why can't I be a normal person? Why can't I just eat food like most people do? Why do I have to be so fucked up that-"

Odessa cuts you off. "You're not fucked up. It ain't your fault. Yeah, sometimes you feel sick when you try to eat. That don't mean that you're fucked up. You just need some help. Every good warrior needs help sometimes. I need help sometimes. Don't mean I'm weak. You think that makes me weak and fucked up?"

"No."

"Then there's your answer. Just cause you need some help don't mean nothing. Now, shut up and take a nap. We'll try again later, and if you still can't eat then we'll figure something out."

You nodded and stayed silent for a little while. "I love you, Dez."

"I love you too. y/n."

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OKAY I AM BACK FOR THE SUN AND MOON REQUESTS WE SPOKE ABOUT

i need the reader to rant to them about how well they're doing, how happy they are with their relationship and life.

like just them being supportive and proud of reader.

you get me??

HELL YEAH LETS GOOOOO

"I just...I don't know what it is. I've just been doing so well recently."

The sun-themed animatronic in front of you hummed in acknowledgement, urging you to go on while the two of you colored.

"I'm actually in a healthy relationship now, which you've heard plenty about. And life has just been great. I don't know what it is."

"Maybe it's because of her and that one friend you've talked about," Sun suggested. He finished up his drawing and showed it to you. It was of you, him, and Moon all standing together and playing a game. Sun was winning while you and Moon complimented how amazing he was.

You couldn't help but laugh slightly and take it from his hands. "Can I keep it?"

"Of course! Make sure to show it to her when you get home."

"Well, obviously. I'm sure she'll love it as much as I do. That's another thing that I love about her. She's just so sweet and amazing. I can't express to you how much I love her." You couldn't help the way that you gushed about your girlfriend. You just loved her so much that it came naturally.

"Moon! That's rude, I can't call them that!" You heard Sun say. It was often that he scolded his darker counterpart with you around.

"What'd he say?"

"He called you a..." Sun quieted his voice as he finished. "A simp."

You burst out laughing at how nervous Sun seemed to say that. It's probably because you guys only just closed, so he was still in kid-friendly mode. He'd loosen up soon enough.

"Well, Moon, you're just as much of a simp for that new technician, so I don't think you have much room to talk," you retorted.

Steam came out of Sun's face plate as his rays started spinning. Knowing Moon, he probably said something about how the technician had a nice ass, which would cause Sun to react like this. You're suspicions were confirmed when Sun started to scold Moon for saying such lewd things, although Sun probably thought the same thing. He was just too shy to vocalize those feelings.

This was nice. Spending time with your favorite co-workers and then going home to spend time with your favorite person was something that you'd never get tired of.

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

Truth

This is the best thing i have ever created

(If used PLEASE credit me)

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

first off, i’m special so these aren’t closed for me 😍.

okay i’m like 5’5 i think… dunno.

glasses, medium length brown hair, it’s like two inches above my shoulders, i have a biting problem.

i cannot leave unless i am wearing my converse, no other shoes.

i wear the same outfit everyday, jeans, tshirt, hoodie and converse.

i take way to many photos of the people i love, i looove cooking.

i have both daddy and mommy issues.

i don’t like headphones only earbuds? earphones? (idk help)

i fucking love pink, purple and green.

hmmmmmmmm, i have to listen to music if i’m not at home (i listen to music there too)

i do unfortunately enjoy the taste of cigarettes.

i’m terrified of touch but crave it.

is this good 😰?

fuck yeah boiiiiiii

(id like to formally apologize for that)

Oklay anyway for Overwatch I match you with...

Junkrat

Honestly my boy loves how much shorter than him you are

Don't worry though he won't make fun of you for it

not too much anyway

everything he buys you is pink, purple, or green after you tell him those are your favorite colors

offers to do your top surgery (don't let him he'll use bombs)

he doesn't get your obsession with converse (neither do i, buddy. neither do i) but he'll get them for you anyway

sometimes forgets how much touch scares you

it takes roadhog telling him off for jumping on you for him to get it

he'll be more careful after that

He loves posing for your pictures

no shame at all

will also let you take nudes of him but anyway thats for later

please cook for him he never has time to eat normal food

compliments your cooking all the time

he will get on his hands and knees and beg for you to cook for him bc its so good

also has a biting problem

likes to nibble on your shoulders

has broken your glasses at least once and roadhog had to fix them for you

and for Resident Evil I match you with...

Chris and Leon!

(i couldn't pick one LOL)

Best cure for daddy issues tbh

They both smoke I'm pretty sure, so you'll definitely get your taste of cigarettes when you kiss them

Leon would definitely help you cook dinner

Chris, meanwhile, is banned from the kitchen because he can't cook to save his life

no one can tell me otherwise

anyway

Leon would definitely try and get you to branch out your outfits a little more, but Chris honestly finds your outfits cool as fuck

mostly because he wishes he could pull that off all the time

You have the best photos of the two of them arguing or doing stupid shit

Because they literally never stop arguing or doing stupid shit

Leon supplies your music addiction while Chris sits there and tries to talk to you, not realizing you have your headphones in

I'm talking full ass conversation that only stops when Leon tells him that you're listening to music and can't hear him

They never speak of it

Leon does use it as embarrassment fuel for whenever you aren't around

anyway thats all i got hope this is good idk im half alseep rn

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GUESS WHO'S BACK FUCKERS

Its me

I'm back

You gotta love me not working on requests and being a nerd and brainstorming ideas with @colemorrison

(This one's for you pookie) (I'm sorry I'll never say that again)

This is so ass I'm sorry Im like, half asleep

Into the Void

Cole hadn't thought anything would happen. It was a simple mission that wouldn't require too much effort. That's why it was only Cole, Hanzo, and Mercy who went.

Hanzo hadn't thought anything would happen either. To him it was just another mission for them to do.

Until Cole got shot.

They hadn't anticipated Talon to be there. Much less Widowmaker to have her first shot be at Cassidy.

Hanzo was taking down Talon soldiers left and right as Mercy did her best to push them back enough to get to the safehouse. To get somewhere where they could get to exfil.

Thats when Widow dropped down from one of the ships. Hanzo hadn't noticed her until it was too late. He couldn't even get to his boyfriend, his fiancé, before the bullet went through Cole's torso.

Mercy cussed in her native tongue as Hanzo slung his bow over his shoulder and grabbed Cole, who was standing with his hands over his bleeding stomach. The archer lowered Cassidy to the ground. "Hey there, Han," Cole said, looking up to his lover.

Hanzo was crying. He hadn't even realized how the tears streamed down his cheeks until they landed and mixed with the blood spilling from Cole's stomach.

"Han, you can't give up. If I don't make it-"

"Don't talk like that."

"Please, Hanzo. If I don't make it, you need to be happy again without me. You can't blame yourself for this."

The tears came harder, and Hanzo pulled Cole closer to him.

Widow was getting ready to take the final shot, to take out two targets with one bullet. Just as she started to pull the trigger, Genji appeared out of nowhere. He used his sword to deflect the bullet, sending it back to the sniper. She just barely dodged it and was pulled back up before she could fire another shot.

Seeing his brother, Hanzo looked confused. "Where did you come from?"

"That's not important now, brother. Come, let's get him to Angela," Genji said, putting one of Cole's arms around each of the brothers shoulders. The cowboy was out cold at that point, leaving them to drag him along.

Mercy could only apply a temporary bandage until they got to the safehouse, which didn't do much to stop the damage.

Hanzo was crying the whole time that they dragged Cole through back alleys. He cried as they pulled him into the safehouse. He cried as they laid him down on the bed that the two of them had been sharing just hours prior. He cried as Mercy started her work on Cole.

After what felt like forever, Mercy got Cole stable enough to not need her immediate supervision.

"He's unstable right now, so he might crash at any point. If anything starts beeping in a way that you don't trust, come and get me. This is all I can do until Lena comes to bring us back to Gibraltar." She goes to place a hand on Hanzo's shoulder but decides against it and leaves the room.

Hanzo stayed there for days. Cole died twice, and both times Angela managed to bring him back, but only barely. Cassidy was in and out of consciousness, and every time he was awake, he was more lucid than anything.

When Tracer came to get them out of there, Hanzo wasn't allowed to follow Angela and the other healers into the back of the hovercraft. They put up some sort of wall to stop him from trying to pry. Genji had to hold him as he continued to sob and had to catch the archer when he passed out from exhaustion.

~~~

When Hanzo woke up, he was on a chair in a clean room that smelled of antiseptic. He slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the bright fluorescent lights of the hospital wing.

Cole was already awake with multiple IV's connected to his arms. "Hey, Han," Cassidy said, his voice rough with disuse.

The archer looked at Cassidy like he had grown a second head. "You're..." He cut himself off by launching himself onto the cowboy's arms. Cassidy let out a little "oof," but held his fiancé close.

"Nice to see you too."

"Never do that again. Never, you hear me? I'll never forgive you if you die before we get to be old and married and have kids. Am I understood?" Hanzo said, his voice burning with intensity.

Cole started to laugh, but stopped at the glare that he got. "What?"

"I'm serious, Cole Cassidy. I can't-" his voice cracked and the tears started again.

Cole's face morphed into concern as he held the archer closer. "I know, honey. I know. I'm sorry. I'm not goin' anywhere."

"You died. Twice. I was so scared."

They stayed like that for a while. Hanzo crying and Cassidy rubbing his back and holding him. "I was so scared."

"I know. But I'm just fine now thanks to you."

Hanzo didn't have the energy to confess that Genji was the one that saved him by deflecting that second bullet.

After Hanzo calmed down and climbed into bed, Cole came to a realization.

"Ain't I supposed to be the one that needs to be comforted?"

"Shut up."