#olivia colomar fanfiction

[infernalodie]

𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 || 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚

“𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰“

Inspo: Henry Verus - WHOEVER BEAM - SUNDOWN Ft. Justin Bieber

Pairing: Olivia Colomar “Sombra” x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: No matter who you spent nights with, you would always hold a special spot in your heart for her...

Warnings: Angst, Smut, thigh riding, Sub!Sombra, Dom!reader, praise kink, and fluff.

Words: 1570

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

It wasn’t ideal for you to be living in a cold apartment in Detroit. Neither was it for you to sleep with a gun beside your bed. Nothing about your living situation was ideally how you wanted it. You didn’t want to have Overwatch on speed dial if you felt the tiniest bit anxious. You didn’t want to have to look over your shoulder when you left the office. None of this wasn’t what you wanted, but it was how it needed to be. Not by choice, but by force.

Olivia had her reasons for putting you up in a shitty apartment, but you knew it was because of her work. And although she never said it to your face, she wouldn’t dare put a target on your back. Talon wouldn’t hesitate to use you as leverage and create a liability out of you. Forcing her to do whatever they asked and never hesitate. She wouldn’t ever admit to it, but you knew and hated her for it. Among other things.

But the moon hung enough that it seemed to make the stars pop, brightening the sky to your liking. With a cold cup of Whiskey clasped between your palms, you enjoyed the little things available to you. Being cut off from being able to make actual connections, the moon was your only friend nowadays, and his company was always welcomed.

Yet, you were never really alone. From the hidden cameras in the living room and kitchen, Olivia was always keeping an eye on you. But it didn’t bother you as much as you’d think it would. Always glancing up at one and giving it a faint smile before continuing about your business. You don’t know if she watched the feed extensively or just occasionally checked in. If she did, she hadn’t said anything about the women you had brought home. And if she did, she couldn’t do anything because the two of you were done either way and if she wanted to lock you up in an apartment, you were allowed to release some tension.

And with the knowledge of always feeling watched by the woman and being locked up in this apartment for almost 6 months, you could say you’ve taken notice of your surroundings. So, when you hear the sliding door to the balcony slightly open, you hum. “Olivia, you don’t need to hide.”

There was a small pause before you saw in the corner of your eye a purple flash where the girl’s figure was revealed. Instead of her operative clothes, she wore a tank top and jeans. Purple sleeves gave a glow into the late night as she leaned against the frame. Hair slightly astray from likely another night of tireless work. “How did you know it was me, amor?”

Taking a sip of your Whiskey, you stood to your feet. Olivia couldn’t help her eyes from running up your tall figure. You hadn’t gotten out of your work clothes yet. Black slacks with your black button-up with the two top buttons undone. Sleeves rolled up revealing your dark skinned forearms and hands that she stared at a moment longer than needed.

“3 years, ‘Liv,” you muttered, leaning against the railing. “3 years gives me knowledge most are too blind to see.”

Olivia hummed, reminded of the time you two had spent together. Although it wasn’t ever brought up between the two of you, those years were the brightest she experienced. Maybe it was because she was able to call someone hers or was able to find a warm set of arms to hold her after a long day of work. She could also say it was your willingness to date her despite her job, finding ways to balance your guys’ life so the two of you could continue to love each other. But at that time, she didn’t need to be concerned if Talon would dive deep into her personal life. Of course, that changed with the more reputation she gained in the organization and the more people got suspicious about her wanting to get time off. Which had resulted in the downfall of the relationship and her placing you in this apartment.

You couldn’t blame her for it though. The decision came from a place of love. “And did those 3 years teach you how to joder a esas putas?” A smile twitched on your face, looking over your shoulder at the woman who wore a tiny pout and an annoyed look on her face.

So, she had been watching you extensively.

Licking your lips, you shrugged. “Not really. I just fuck them the way that you always liked it,” you stated, smiling wickedly at the woman. “Turns out, they really fucking like it.”

At that point, she knew what you were doing. Seeking a reaction out of her for entertainment or something else. And as much as she didn’t want to give in, you had her wrapped around your finger. The strings of her heart tangled with yours in an irreversible knot. You had a cause-and-effect aspect pinned to her and no matter the distance or time away, you affected her with everything you did. So, her reaction to this statement was likely to happen.

Walking up to you, she gently turned you around so your back was to the railing. Staring down at the girl who glared up at you. “But did they ever make you feel good, Y/n?” She inquired, fingers hooking to the belt loops and pulling your waist forward. Planting a firm foot between hers, you tilted your head and invited her closer with a simple nod.

Taking the invitation, Olivia inhaled sharply when your strong thigh met her neglected cunt. Even though layers of fabric divided her from the sweet serenity, she would take the friction for everything she could. Looking up at you with those same old purple orbs of hers that could be masked as innocent. But the thing was Olivia was a trickster. “Sombra” was always appearing on the outside from her tech wiz to her mischievous acts.

Placing your glass down, both your hand held her face with you slowly pressing your lips to hers. And it felt like everything shifted and fell into place. Connecting like and intertwining like thread around thumbtacks or puzzle pieces. Because it felt like you were back in an apartment in Mexico with the scent of freshly brewed coffee blossoming in the air. The warm essence from Olivia’s skin invades your senses beautifully. And when her lips moved with yours, her tongue fighting for some sort of dominance, and your guys’ teeth clashing, it all felt right.

Her hips slowly rocked against your thigh, moaning against your lips. You pulled only a breath away, wanting to hear her whimper as you lifted your leg slightly, applying more pressure to her cunt. And you were rewarded by her whines. A smirk formed on your face as you watched her face twist and contort in pleasure. The fingers that had been hooked in your belt loops now grasped your shirt tightly in desperation.

“Mierda.” She breathed heavier, her body overwhelmed with heat as that knot in the pit of her stomach became more apparent to her senses. Olivia wasn’t sure if you were planning on giving her more, but if you weren’t she was more than willing to fall apart on your thigh.

“Doing so good for me, sweetheart.” Your hands fell to her hips, helping guide her. “Such a good girl for me, Sombra.”

The use of her alias sent shivers down her spine, forgetting the guide your hands provided and grinding harder against your leg. Face nestling in the crook of your neck where her moans and whimpers found their place. And her warm breath against your ebony skin was something that you missed just as much as her entirely. 6 months of loneliness and the reminder that she wasn’t yours anymore had hurt. But having her now, being given the blissful sense of completion made this better.

Her breaths became choked and stuttered with her hips rocking with abandonment. “You gonna come for me, love?” Her whine was all the confirmation you need to raise your leg a little higher, applying the extra pressure needed for the woman. “Come for me. Be a good girl and come.”

On command, she did so and let out a cry. Her metallic nails dug through your shirt and into your skin nicely. The way she quivered against you, hips stuttering in their thrusts and legs wobbling beneath her was something you dearly missed seeing. And when she leaned into your body, you held her close, helping her find the ground after the high.

Pressing your lips to her temple and keeping them there for a few moments before you said, “Whoever enters my life Olivia, I’ll always still love you, baby.” Pulling away, you looked down at the criminal to find her lips curled in a tired smile with those beautiful purple eyes staring up at you. The essence of purity found within them that brought you back to the moments the two of you first started dating. Pure joy and love were found within her gaze. It was something special.

Smiling, you pushed a few rogue strands from her eyes and held her cheek. She leaned into the warmth, eyes flickering shut. “You own my heart forever.”

[kiwi-on-ice]

Could you do something more with Sombra? I was reading through everything, and I love your writing style. I was wondering how the aftermath of the first date would go if you did go back with her afterward. (Fem reader preferred but either works <33)

Sombra x fem!reader

Summary: Despite your initial plans, you invite the infamous hacker Sombra into your home after your date, where she shows you what she’s been planning to do all along.

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: 18+ smut, fem reader, soft dom/top Sombra, themes of obsession/stalking (she’s a villain ya’ll), cunnilingus, fingering, use of vibrator

Notes: Thank you for the sweet words angel, hope you enjoy! I love writing Sombra sm, she's my evil gf. First date headcannons anon is referencing can be found here.

Clutching on to your date’s waist, your hair flows behind you as she speeds through the dark streets on her motorcycle, her leather jacket comforting to cling on to for dear life.

Weaving down the streets, your breath remains heavy; not just down to the exhilarating journey home. The date had been nothing short of perfect, Sombra being so kind and interested in you the whole time. A part of you hoped she’d tell you her first name, her real name, but perhaps you’ll find out in due time. Still, the date was great regardless, the bar had even played a few of your favourite songs!

As she pulls in to your driveway, she looks back at you with a cocky smirk as you thank her profusely for the ride home. Helping you off the back of the motorcycle, she even leads you to the door.

“Well, it’s been a pleasure amor.” Sombra says, and you can’t deny the rush that floods your body whenever she calls you something in her native language.

“I’ve had a lovely time.” You gush as you open the door, looking back at the woman. While you know this is the natural place to end the date, you don’t miss the flicker of sadness on her face when she realises this is it. Swallowing, you suggest, “you can come in, if you’d like?”

“If it’s not too much trouble.” She says a little quickly, before stepping inside.

All part of the plan, Sombra thinks. She’s glad you caught the little facial change, even if it did make her feel a tad guilty at the manipulation. Coming inside was always part of her plan, there’s just so much more she needs to learn about you, and not just from the fanfictions she’d found when she hacked your laptop.

You watch as she glances around at the decor as you both make your way to the living room area. Fiddling with your fingers, you suddenly feel a bit nervous at the prospect of her in your house, but she sits on the sofa like she owns the place. Your eyes can’t help but dart to her appearance, the dark purple of her leather jacket matching the hues of her hair, as well as her jeans which fall just below her hipbone. The white shirt she’s wearing ensures her stomach and waist are revealed, and you can even see the black bra she’d deliberately chosen to wear underneath it. Realising you’re staring, you quickly glance back at her face.

“Would you like a drink? Or something to eat?”

“Just some soda would be good.”

You nod as you turn to grab some drinks, missing the way her eyes drop down to look at your ass as you move. While she waits, she glances around the room with a small smile. Cute, just like you. It suits you, she thinks. Taking her shoes off, she places them at the side of your sofa politely. Thanks to her enhancements, she can feel the subtle hum of your electronics; your tv, the phone in your pocket, the laptop you’ve got upstairs. No security cameras though, which she expected since she couldn’t find anywhere when she loaded up your address before the date. No matter; she could always suggest you get them later down the line, maybe she can watch on one of her monitors while you-

“Here you are.” You say with a smile, handing her the soda.

She snaps out of her thoughts as she takes it from you, your hands brushing. “Thank you conejita.”

Sitting next to her, you’re struck by how nervous you are again. Perhaps it’s the lack of background sounds from the bar, the music and the patrons creating a soft blanket of white noise. Here, with the quiet of your house, you’re hyper aware of your own breaths coming a little deeper than usual. What makes matters worse is Sombra shuffling closer to you to close the gap between your thighs, placing her drink off the coffee table.

“I just want you to know, I don’t expect anything to happen.” She says smoothly, her eyes locked on to yours.

“Oh…y-yeah I-“ you nod a little, but she interrupts you.

“I can see how nervous you are muñeca, you don’t have to be.” She punctuates her words by gently placing her hand on your thigh under the guise of reassurance, but the way her thumb strokes dangerously close to your inner thigh has you almost squirming.

“Thank you…” you breathe softly, as she starts to trace her hand up and down, which causes you to unconsciously part your thighs.

“Oh…what’s this?” She says with a smirk, it really is all going to plan. She can read you like a book, her hand still caressing your thigh over your jeans as she teases you. Upon not receiving an answer, she goes in for the kill.

“Unless you want something to happen, is that right amor?” her tone is lower now, almost like a whisper.

You can barely breathe, her proximity to you coupled with her hand inching up your thigh has you nodding softly. At your confirmation, she smirks and leans in closer.

“Don’t be scared, we can take it slow…focus on you…” she murmurs, like honey tempting you into her sickly sweetness.

So you lean into her, as she kisses you softly. Almost chaste. Tasting the cherry of her lip gloss, she moves her mouth against yours slowly and smoothly, her hand cupping your cheek. You lean in to the soft brush of her thumb against your cheekbone, your hand gently holding her waist.

She smiles against your lips, her other hand still moving along your thigh gently, feeling the denim under her touch. It’s taking all her willpower not to just pounce on you, but she knows she wants to take it slow. She’s gonna treat you right, better than those lousy partners who you deleted pictures of from your socials.

Pressing her tongue gently against your bottom lip, she licks softly before you let her in, her tongue gently exploring your mouth as she pulls you closer to her. Nails gently dragging along your scalp, you gasps softly as she keeps you where she wants you, kissing you like she needs it to survive.

“Oh you’re so pretty.” She whispers against your lips, her hand going underneath your shirt to caress your waist. “Gonna treat you so well, you want that?”

You nod, but she doesn’t seem to be satisfied. “No no, tell me pretty girl. You want me to take care of you?”

“Yes…yes I want you to take care of me.” You mutter softly, before she hums and starts to slowly remove your shirt.

Gasping, you lean into her more as she moves to grope your chest, her smile widening at your reactions to her stimuli. She leans in to kiss the space between your neck and shoulder, just as her fingers slip around your back to unclasp your bra. Letting it fall, she kisses downwards, lavishing your skin with her tongue, the cold hair hitting where she leaves her mark behind. You hold her shoulder as she pushes you back a little, gaining easy access to lick your nipple, causing you to let out a soft moan.

It’s like something in her snaps as she attaches her mouth to you, sucking and gently scraping your nipple with her teeth. Her other hand gropes your other breast, coordinating when to bite and pinch softly to cause your back to arch. Nails scratch at her shoulder, as she kisses down to the hem of your jeans.

She sits up, causing you to sit up a little too before she speaks. “Where’s your bedroom conejita?”

Flushing, you lead her to it, not being able to see her satisfied smile as you take her willingly to your bedroom. “How about you lay down, let’s see how many of those noises I can get you to make.”

And she certainly makes good on her promise, she has your jeans off quickly as she lays between your legs, pressing sloppy kisses to the panties you’d worn underneath.

“Mm look at these, you were hoping this would happen tonight, weren’t you? Cute.”

At her teasing words, you can’t help but nod a little pathetically, thighs tensing as her tongue can taste your wetness through the fabric. You’re struck with the need to see more of her, so you reach down and tug at her jacket, causing her to giggle. She shrugs it off, letting you see her arms and the way her shoulders flex when she roughly pulls your underwear with surprising strength. At the rip you hear, you go to speak before she places a tender kiss to your inner thigh.

“Don’t worry amor, I can get you more.”

She blows cold air on your pussy to watch you writhe, smirking at the feast laid out before her before flattening her tongue and licking a broad stripe. Immediately your breath stutters, hips rising off the bed a little until your new lover pushes them back down.

“So sensitive, are you like this all the time? Or just with me?” She asks, before starting to lap at you in a gentle rhythm.

Pondering that thought, you realise it is just her. Sure you’ve been eaten out by your partners previously, but she’s barely even started and you already feel like your body is shaking.

“Just you…” you whisper, to which she smirks and flicks at your clit as a reward. Moaning softly, you can’t move anymore thanks to her grip so all you can do is lay there and feel her.

She gently sucks on your sensitive nub, distracting you a little before she pushes a finger inside of you. Immediately you whimper at the unexpected sensation, as she continues to lap at your clit eagerly.

“So warm and tight for me in here, oh just you wait muñeca until I can fuck you…the noises you’d make.” She mumbles against your cunt, fucking her finger in and out of you before adding another. You barely have time to process the implications of her words, like she knows you’re gonna end up being hers at the end of the night.

She practically makes out with your clit, two fingers crooking inside of you to ensure the pressure on your g spot is almost blinding. You reach down to hold on to her purple hair, feeling the slight coolness of the metal implant on her left side. The contrast has your mind going fuzzy, the pleasure between your legs blocking out your rational thinking.

You know Sombra is dangerous, a hacker with dubious motives. But like this, knuckle deep in your pussy with her tongue dragging along your clit, you can hardly say it matters much to you at this moment. From the second you lay eyes on her, you were drawn like a moth to a flame. Little did you know she felt the same, but sooner than you thought. Little did you know how she’d planned your ‘meeting’, knowing she had to have you; carefully syncing up your schedules so you’d appear to have a meet cute, her going invisible to knock whatever you had in your hands over, only to reappear behind you and quickly pick everything up for you.

Now she’s truly in heaven, the kitten who’s got the cream, licking your delicious pussy like she knew she needed to back then. Her fingers keep thrusting in and out of you relentlessly, focusing on that sweet spot inside that makes your moans disappear into a breathy whine. It’s addictive for her, the same rush as hacking into an encryption most people say is impenetrable or finding the juiciest blackmail to use on a high ranking official. Her pupils are blown wide and her mind is alert and racing, shaking her head a little to ensure her tongue reaches all areas that she needs it to.

The enthusiastic way she’s eating you out has your thighs shaking and muscles tight as you get closer to the edge. Your grip on her hair gets tighter as you stutter out a warning, and then you’re letting go. The orgasm washes over you in waves, as you fall back into your own cushions, clit throbbing as Sombra leaves a last kiss on the sensitive area.

“Wow…you tasted so sweet for me.” Sombra remarks, her smirk glistening with your juices as she kisses your hipbone.

You watch as she climbs up your body, kissing your cheek. “But I know you have another one for me…tell me. A pretty, lonely girl like you must have some toys here somewhere.”

It doesn’t really dawn on you what she said, as you tell her your vibrator is in the bottom drawer next to your bed. But the truth is, the hacker knew you had one. She’d seen the online purchase you made about three weeks ago.

She springs up to grab it, a pretty sizeable vibrator that in all honesty kinda intimidated you when it first came. Still, she doesn’t seem deterred as she tells you to sit up before kissing you deeply yet again. Tasting yourself on your tongue, your pussy throbs a little despite your recent orgasm.

“Now…just get into the position I tell you to, okay cariño?” She says, leaving no room for argument, not that you’d dream of disobeying her at this point. You watch as she strips for you, slowly to really let your eyes feast on her body as she pulls her top off. She shimmies out of her jeans before turning to show her bra clasp.

“Wanna do the honors?” She teases before you nod eagerly, taking off her bra for her. Your hands go down to her underwear, as she giggles and helps you take them off before she manoeuvres you both into position. While she does, your eyes are drawn to the silver nipple bars she has, your pussy getting somehow wetter at the sight.

Facing eachother, you both are nearly straddling the vibrator, the position close and allowing you to gently run your hands on her shoulders. With a grin, she flicks the toy on. Gasping, you tighten your grip on her waist as she breathes shakily. The feeling of the vibrations on your cunt was heavenly, made even better by the closeness of your partner. Your legs wrapped around her waist tightens at the sensation, as you both moan and grind against the toy.

The angle is a little awkward, but the sensation of being smushed against your crush was making your head spin. Gripping your chin, she pulls you in for a filthy kiss, tongues dancing with each-other until when you pull away, saliva connects you both like the strings of fate. Strings that Sombra had manipulated; a puppet master ensuring she ensnares the prettiest doll all for herself.

“So good baby….oh so good for me.” She moans out, controlling your pace for you with a firm grip on your body. Purple nails slightly dig into your skin, leaving crescent marks. The vibrations pulse and dance, leaving your poor pussy overwhelmed with sensation.

“Sombra…m’gonna cum again.” You manage to slur out, the pleasure becoming too much for you after she’d eaten you out previously.

“Olivia…” she says without thinking, blinking a few times before continuing. “Call me Olivia…”

You gasp, her admission of her real name causing your hips to buck involuntarily. “Olivia…please.”

A pretty moan escapes her lips, the sound of her name, her real name, coming from someone. She can’t remember the last time since another person had looked her in the eye and called her Olivia. It almost reminds her of a more simple era. One without global conspiracies and criminal organisations and the power of technology being surgically implanted into her flesh. No. Just Olivia…your Olivia.

She just about registers your orgasm, tears forming in your eyes at how intense the feeling is, gripping nails nearly piercing her skin. As you come down from your high, your eyes find her gaze. Realising how much it means to her, for you to call her by her real name, with shaky limbs you move yourself and lightly push her down.

She lets you, tilting her head in curiosity before you take the vibrator and press it firmly against her cunt. Immediately her back arches as the soft whimper escapes her, grasping at the sheets beneath her.

“Fuck…tan bueno para mí.” She says breathlessly, rolling her hips against the vibrator. Your eyes dart to greedily drink in every single movement and curve of her body.

“You look so pretty Olivia.” You coo softly, wanting to make her feel as amazing as she did for you as you use your other hand to gently trace up her waist to grope at her breasts.

A delicious whimper escapes the hacker’s throat, still not used to the sound of her name like that. To tell the truth, Olivia hadn’t planned on telling you that piece of information tonight. To expose herself like that is a vulnerability she isn’t used to feeling, not while she’s at the top of her game as the best hacker in the world. But now, hearing it with your vibrator pressed against her clit was causing every flutter of doubt to dissipate.

Circling the toy, you aim to bring her to the peak as you gently stimulate her nipple, feeling the piercing that had been driving you crazy since you saw it. With every noise that escapes her lips, it emboldens you to keep going, to watch her fall apart under you. You realise she didn’t flick it to the highest setting earlier, so with a smile you do just that.

The effect is instantaneous, Olivia moaning loudly as her legs shake, “baby…oh eres tan bueno, te necesito tanto.”

You gasp softly, keeping a steady rhythm with the vibrator. “So gorgeous Olivia…”

With yet another utterance of her name, she feels her orgasm build and build, gripping your arms tightly. She grinds against the toy, hips stuttering as her whines get more and more breathy and desperate. Pinching her nipple gently, she cries out softly.

“Oh amor…I’m gonna cum…Voy a venir”

Olivia cums with a gasping moan, her nails digging in as she rides out her pleasure on the toy, her juices coating the white plastic. You swear you’ve never seen anything so captivating, sweat gleaming from her sepia toned skin as she comes down from her high. She immediately pulls you down with her, cuddling you as you come down from the high of pleasure.

“Aren’t you a doll.” She coos, her fingers tangling themselves in your hair and massaging your scalp. You laugh softly and move closer to her, eyes closing at her gentle touch.

Leaning in to whisper in your ear, she grins as she speaks, “you’re gonna be mine, right conejita?”

She knows you have to say yes, she needs you so badly, all of her hard work can’t be for nothing. Her fingers almost vibrate as she feels the electricity in the laptop you have hidden under the bed, anxiously awaiting your response. So when you nod against her, she relaxes completely. “Gonna take good care of you…real good care.”

[ovwechoes]

Twin Obsessions: Sombra x Reader (Fem)

Thank you for the request @dolenjoyer304 ! Here's a short yandere fic - any opinions or suggestions are always accepted, and my requests are open for anything/everything overwatch related c: Themes: obsession, stalking, mutual feelings, WLW, blood, drug use/mention & suggestive slightly. Enjoy!

Sombra was everything you wanted. That much was clear to anyone who knew you. All you wanted was her, and your love for her to be accepted, nourished, cherished. You were willing to do anything you could to achieve this, no matter who you had to walk over.

It was something instinctual when you first saw her, as though she was made perfectly for you. You were just enjoying your day, exploring your newfound home in Dorado, trying to stay safe away from any violence that passed your way when you noticed her in the shadows. Her hair glowed in the darkness, underneath her hood. You didn't know who she was at first, and when you tried to take a picture to show someone else incase they knew, she was gone. It was just a split second, and yet you were already left feeling lonely, as though part of you was missing. All you could truly remember about her, was her eyes. Her eyes spoke to you in a way no one else's ever had. 'I want you'. That's what you saw when you looked into her brown, intense, almost black eyes. You were mesmerised from the moment you saw her in Mexico, and you wanted nothing more but to be hers, to show her the love she deserved. You spent weeks trying to find out her possible identity, and even went to extreme lengths of blackmailing Los Muertos members into telling you who she was. It was all worth it; you had found out her name was Sombra, she's from Dorado as well, and she's an infamous hacker who was especially known for her skills with manipulation and blackmail. She was perfect for you, and you knew from that moment on, that you would do anything to make her yours.

Part of that was perfecting your hacking skills and making sure you were up to par to be in her realm. You knew she would trust you more if you knew what you were talking about, so you made it your mission to hone in on your skills and master your ability to hack, manipulate, and control media at your whim. It was something you drove yourself insane trying to do, and went through hell and back to get done, but it was worth it when you were able to get through to Sombra's personal computer. Using every connection you could in the hacker realm was finally paying off.

You had access to her photos, her plans, her data breaches, her intel on other organisations, everything. So, you started digging. Digging for anything to help you figure out how she felt about you. You found her exes, she still kept them saved in her emails and contacts. Pathetic. It's somewhat adorable, but you knew you were going to be better for her, and knew you could make her feel something entirely different to them. They were nothing compared to you. And so, you kept digging, searching for something you can use to figure out where she was, where she was going to be, who she was going to be with. Anything you could get your hands on was yours. And that's when you found it - an invitation to an underground rave, being held in an abandoned nightclub in the outskirts of Dorado. This was your chance, maybe your only chance. You noticed another name on the invite, one you didn't recognise at this moment; Carmen Reyes. Whoever that was, they didn't deserve to be going with Sombra. It made your stomach drop seeing someone else possibly with her. Your mind was flooded with the possibilities of what might happen, and it made you feel nauseous, like it was cosmically wrong. You had no option but to fix this mistake, and show Olivia who she truly deserves to have in her life.

The night of the rave, you made sure to wear something you could easily dispose of. Something revealing though, to show off your curves and show Olivia how desirable you are. Maybe she'll leave this Carmen and choose you once and for all. Just maybe. It's something you were willing to try before resorting to it. That was always still going to be a possibility, so you brought with you a pocket knife - nothing fancy, but just enough to rectify this mistake if needed. All you were now focused on was meeting Olivia again, and showing her how much you love her. This rave was the perfect place to go.

You had doctored an invite based on Olivia's with your own name, and made sure it was undetectable as an entry pass. You weren't willing to risk being stopped at the door like you were nothing. You had an objective, and you would do anything to complete it. As you entered the club, you noticed truly how beautiful it was. You don't know what you were expecting, but it wasn't this. 'Sombra has impeccable taste' you thought to yourself. And she truly did. The nightclub was high-tech, despite looking decrepit and ruined on the outside. Lights flickered across the room, highlighting the bodies squashed against each other like sardines in a tin can. You were transfixed by the level of tech you saw being sold around the edges of the warehouse; optical enhancements, AR implants, biometric scanner bypassers, nanotechnology, and synthetic drugs meant to induce an acid trip that lasts days on end. You knew this rave was a front for the black market, and yet you weren't scared. You were surrounded by criminals, and yet never felt safer knowing Olivia was somewhere in the room with you.

That's when you felt it; a cold, metal hand holding your shoulder from behind. You somehow knew it was a familiar woman, someone you were looking for. Deep down you knew, and yet you were terrified to turn around. When you did, you were greeted by Olivia's cunning and slick smile. Confusion set, and you stared on at her in awe. She was more beautiful than the first time you saw her - her eyes looked pitch black when the lights of the rave weren't shining on them, her skin soft and delicate. You wanted to touch it, feel it under your fingertips, trace every outline of her body, but needed to keep yourself composed.

"I know why you're here, mija." She said in a sly way, as though she was a wolf toying with it's prey, observing it's every move to analyse it's reactions. She savoured in your confusion, and you felt tiny underneath her gaze. How could she have known? Does this mean she doesn't feel the same way? You couldn't stop thinking of the negatives. You felt disgusted knowing she knew and yet still came with someone else. How could she. Before you could speak, and unfamiliar voice chimed in and interrupted your moment. It was her. You knew it was. Carmen Reyes. You already felt sick to your stomach looking at her - the total opposite of you. How could Sombra, of all people, have good taste in events but have such terrible taste in women? It confused you, but not long enough before she uttered something to Olivia in an abrupt manner.

"Come on, what are you doing? I thought we were going to get a bump. Who is this anyways?" Carmen spoke, before moving her gaze from Sombra to you, with her expression shifting from confused to disgusted. You were appalled that Olivia would accept someone like her into her life, it was deplorable. You stared back at her, eager to somehow make her regret her choices. Sombra laughed, didn't bother to reply to her but kissed her cheek and spoke to you in a soft, kind manner. "Enjoy yourself for me, you deserve it." She said, before being led to the bathrooms by Carmen, leaving you high and dry, feeling nauseated and sickened by what you just experienced. You gave yourself some time to think logically what to do next, but the anger inside you couldn't be tamed, and you had no other option but to do it. It's lucky that you prepared for this scenario.

As you watched them fade into the darkness of the nightclub, you calculated your next moves carefully. You let the anger inside you drive your desire to get rid of Carmen. Sombra didn't deserve her, she deserved you. You could make her happy, and could make her feel whole. You could give her everything she could possibly ever ask for, and yet why is she following Carmen? As she walked away, you noticed her eyes returning back to you, a smile plastered on her face, tempting you. She wanted you to follow. You knew she did. Just like you knew the first time she wanted you from her eyes.

You decided to wait longer, give yourself some more time to create distance between you and Carmen. You fiddled with the pocket knife in your hands, tracing the blade and recognising the feeling of burning blood seeping from your fingertip. That's when you realised, it wouldn't be enough. You decided to find something else, something better, to punish Carmen with at one of the several venders selling illegal weapons. 'If I'm going to kill her, I might as well do it with something worth my time', you thought to yourself. As long as it hurt her, and made clear to Olivia how undeserving of her love she is, it would work. You saw the perfect weapon after spending 10 minutes window shopping; a holo-dagger. It was an infamous stealth weapon, with a blade that was near invisible when retracted from it's handle. It was small enough to be concealed, and deadly enough to do exactly what you wanted. It was a hefty price, but nothing could cost as much as Olivia's love for you would in the long run. You bought it, and ditched your pocket knife. There was no need for it anymore, and you were ready now to follow them into the bathroom.

As you entered the bathroom, you immediately could smell the air was thick with the familiar scent of sex and neuroflare, a synthetic drug that had the same effect as Adderall with a euphoric high like weed. It was a sickly sweet smell, as though you mixed vanilla with sweat and bodily fluids. It was enough to get you high alone, but you made sure to focus. You saw littered along the walls graffiti tags from all kinds of criminals (none of whom you recognised), with the tiniest symbol that you knew was associated with Sombra and her line of work on the very last stall. No one else was there, and you knew they were cooped up in that last stall based on the sounds of sniffling, and coughing you heard coming from there. This was the perfect moment to strike, and nothing was stopping you now.

As you slammed on the door as hard as you could, you heard shuffling and scattered swears in a mixture of English and Spanish. As they slowly unlocked the door, you were greeted with the familiar, comforting sight of Olivia, looking dishevelled and messy. Her eyes were cunning, hiding something inside her. And just as she was about to speak, a familiar, rotten voice bombarded your ears. "I knew you'd follow us, who even are you? What do you want, freak?" Carmen spoke, her words filled with venom as her hands rubbed her nose restlessly. Her ugliness shone through from inside her, and it reassured you that your plans were justified. You stood there silently, watching Carmen shove herself past Olivia as though she was a guard dog - not much of one though.

As she shouted cruel, vile things at you, pushing you against the sinks across the stalls, piercing you with her nails in a pathetic attempt of dominating you, you prepared the holo-dagger and pushed the blade from it's handle. She had no idea what was to come, and you felt adrenaline rush through you body, encouraging you to do what you had to this whole time. The blade pierced her stomach quickly, subsequently quieting the harsh voice that pierced your ears before. Her hands grabbed at your clothes, desperate to hold onto you to keep herself up. You kept moving the blade and subsequently covering yourself with her blood. It felt... euphoric. Who needed drugs when you could get rid of someone who stood between you and your loved one? Your soulmate, even? As she slid down your body, and went limp, Olivia stepped over Carmen's body and moved closer to you, barely paying attention to the person she was once loved up on. What was she going to do? Run? Hide? Cry? You didn't know, and the anxiety killed you deep down.

"I didn't think you had it in you for a second, cariño. And a holo-dagger too? Must've cost you a pretty penny." She stated, her smile growing bigger and stretching as her hands wandered towards yours, touching the blade of the dagger with admiration. Her eyes looked into yours and that's when you realised something. "You knew I hacked you didn't you? That's what you meant before, right?" you asked, somewhat impressed, and somewhat nervous. Your stomach had butterflies, and you couldn't think clearly after everything that happened in front of you. All that Olivia did was smile, and place a hand on your chin, holding the gaze you both held in place. "Of course, do you really think I wouldn't see everything you were doing? Who's to say I didn't let you hack me? I saw it all, I'm just surprised you didn't know I was watching everything you did too." Her cunning personality shone through her words, as she continued explaining herself. Everything was starting to piece itself together.

"I wanted to test you, see if you felt the same way I did about you. From the moment I saw you in the street, I knew you were the one. After I saw you, I couldn't stop thinking about you, mi vida. I watched everything you did, everything you planned, and saw the anger on your face when you read her name on the invite. You're the only one I want, and you've proven yourself to me." Her words were sophisticated, carefully crafted, as though she read your mind and knew exactly what you wanted her to say in an idealistic world. A sudden wave of relaxation hit you, and you finally understood she was just like you. She was enamoured with you, faking her affections for Carmen just to see what you'd do. It was both infuriating and incredibly considerate. You finally felt the way you wanted to - loved and understood. This wasn't the end though, and as you both stood there, stained with crimson blood that seeped into your skin, you both knew that this was just the beginning. There's no going back, Sombra made it clear that you couldn't leave now after your twin obsessions were finally exposed for what they truly were.

[zandiiangelspit]

Hey hey heyy :) I see that you do a lot Mauga x Sombra that is become soo addict now..I just want to know , what if one day Mauga would just , don't know, disappears from a mission and only come back to the Talon like..3 months after ??... did Sombra just get use or she would be a little anxious for the big man

(Ps: I BEG FOR FANFICTION WITH THIS DYNAMIC PLEASE GOD :') )

Talofa!~ Yes, join me... ♡♡♡

I may have gotten a little carried away with this, but here you go~ ♡

Thank you anon!!~

“Gone? What do you mean he’s gone?!”

“He’s a liability… he’s better off gone…”

Reaper snarled, his smoking silhouette disappearing off of the drop shop after touchdown back at the base. Sombra stood on the landing pad, a mixture of anger and confusion, glaring after the cloaked figure as he vanished from view. 

She hadn’t been on the mission, but her partner in crime - Mauga - had been, and finding out he hadn’t returned with the rest of the squad made a knot in her stomach. 

Sure, he had a habit of disappearing off and following his own rules on missions, but he always came back. She’d gotten used to his free nature in the time she had known him and admired it, even if it did drive her mad at times. This time would be the same, right? 

It wasn’t hidden that many of the superiors of Talon didn’t like Mauga, Reaper especially found his erratic and chaotic nature difficult. His charisma and toothy smiles doing little to win him over. Sombra too found him challenging at first, but after being forced to work together, she eventually understood his charming facade and even enjoyed his company, favouring him over many others. In fact, she had grown attached to him, seeking him out, growing excited when she knew they’d be paired up again.

Her face contorted into a snarl, she clenched her fists, trying to keep her short temper contained. Reaper’s lack of concern for Mauga getting under her skin more than she thought it ever would.

“Such a shame, I was beginning to see his potential.” 

Moira lamented as she sauntered past, hands folded neatly behind her back, glancing down at Sombra with a slight smirk. Any time she began to show interest in anyone was always a concern.

“Que te den, Moira…” she snapped, turning on her heels and back to her private quarters. Before she had even left the landing pad, she opened up her program in a bright burst of purple holograms around her, beginning her search for any pings and all cameras in operation at the location he was last known to be. 

Their mission had gone bad, leaving little to nothing in the wake of their attack making it more difficult. Of course it had gone wrong, she wasn’t there, she thought to herself.

But, If anyone could find him, it was her. 

Her heart raced, pounding in her chest as she searched, eyes darting across the multiple new glowing windows in front of her. Why was she so concerned with his whereabouts? Why did her chest ache at the idea of never seeing him again? 

Slowly her temper simmered down, but it was replaced instead with concern and fear. 

Back in her room she kept looking, biting her lip when she saw the destruction Reaper’s squad had brought on the factory they had descended upon. Mauga had caused more damage and survived worse. There was no way he was harmed or worse. 

“Where are you, Cariño…” she muttered quietly to herself. 

After hours and hours, long into the night, she finally paused her search. Nothing had come up, no leads and no sign of him. 

Curling up into herself, she hugged her knees as she looked up at the screens in front of her from her desk chair. Stills of surveillance cameras of the last known sightings of him flickered next to endless sequencing of locations and names linked to him. He could be anywhere. He had to be. 

She felt lost. Her heart ached. 

Pining for him in a way she never thought she would. 

Closing her eyes and resting her chin on her knees, releasing a breath she hadn’t realised she had been holding. His last words to her kept repeating in her mind, now more than 24 hours prior now; ~

“You better come back in one piece, amigo.” 

She called out to him as he stepped up into the drop shop, chuckling as he watched her with crossed arms scowling at him playfully. 

“Don’t worry, Sombs, I’ll always come back to you”. 

Flashing her a wink with a smile that made her heart fluttered, he disappeared behind the closing shuttle doors. She stayed until they disappeared from view, not knowing that it would be the last time she’d see him for a while.  ~

Back in her room she looked back up at his profile image, wishing that she could just pull him out of the hologram. Sombra wanted him back at base, she wanted him home, with her. 

Her cheeks flushed at the idea of him returning just for her. The idea that he was only sticking around at Talon for her. She hoped that was the case, and her needless worrying was for nothing. He would just saunter in like he always did, smug and confident, teasing her for wondering where he was.  

It hadn’t even been that long, and she was acting like a worried wife. He would come back. Hell, she had disappeared without a word, why was it so different for him to just disappear? She refused to let herself think it was because she cared deeply about him. That it was maybe because she had caught feelings for him. No. They were just close friends. Amigos. Partners in crime, like he said. Nothing more. Right?

But days passed, which turned to weeks, then months. He hadn’t been seen for 3 whole months with no communication or sightings. 

Her faith in him returning to her was beginning to wane. Just like everyone she had formed a bond with, they eventually faded, pushed her away, used her or even died. There was a reason she was so distant with others, rarely bonding with anyone past needing something or a common goal. 

Of course he was gone, just when she began to feel something more. Maybe she was just a fool, playing into his hands and his game, trusting him was the first mistake. Maybe his smiles and affection were just a facade. Not that it was anymore more than friendship. Maybe just a crush, she would kid herself, overthinking every interaction they ever had. He never left her mind and it was driving her mad.

“You’d think a man of that size would be hard to miss..” Widow sneered one day on a mission, grumbling again after his name had been mentioned yet again by the hacker.

She was right. How had he vanished?

But then again, he had a nasty habit of sneaking up on targets, surprising them and his teammates with how silent he could be. He was an excellent tracker. Even sneaking up on Baptiste was a feat in itself, and it still impressed her when she found out he had rolled into town without a second glance. 

“If he’s still alive….” Reaper growled, catching a glare from Sombra through her holograms as she scanned the building opposite them. 

Gritting her teeth, she tried to ignore his comment, still believing he was alive. “It would take more than that to kill him, pendejo, and you know it..” 

All she received was a rattling grow in response as he evaporated into smoke and slipped away toward their target. Widow tutted, muttering something to herself before grappling away, her voice then picking up through Sombra’s earpiece. 

“Forget him, focus on the task”.

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The mission had gone without a hitch, perfectly executed, and they were ready for extraction. Widow and Reaper had already made their way out, leaving Sombra to find her own way out through the endless corridors. Teleporting out through the communications centre of the building, not without stealing what she could from the motherboards first, she appeared into the outside air with a digital flash. 

Over the coms in her ear, she could hear updates being relayed from the dropship approaching, but a faint crackle made her pause. Standing still she waited, listening for the noise until it sounded louder, closer.  The cold air shifted around her and she realised she wasn’t alone anymore. 

Vanishing, she quickly spun around, reappearing now armed and inches away from the figure who had quietly approached her. The barrel of her machine pistol aimed at his throat, her eyes a deep glowing purple, Sombra glared until she recognised the intense eyes staring back at her. 

Her expression softened, lowering her weapon with a soft gasp. “Mauga..?”

“That’s quite the greeting, Aitu'' he grinned, holding his large hands out in a casual manner, chuckling and she stood motionless. “Sorry to keep you waitin-..”

Cutting him off with a sharp slap to the face, his face instantly dropped from a wide grin to a tight pout. It hurt her hand more than it would ever hurt him, but it was instinct and the only response she could give him. 

Slowly blinking, he glared down at her, her eyes burning white with matching intensity.

“Hey! Lighten up, what was that for-..”

 “¡Maldita sea! Where have you been?!”

She was angry, but her voice betrayed her, less of a threat and more of a plea. It shocked him, seeing how distressed she seemed about seeing him. He simply stared at her as she began to rant at him, unintelligible cursing in Spanish before throwing her hands up at him, watching him expectantly. 

“I’ve been waiting for you! You said you’d come back to me!” Breathing heavily, Sombra stared up at him, her rage beginning to wane, her expression now pained and concerned. “Where were you…” 

Taken aback by her reaction, he looked away from her for a moment, the look in her eyes making his chest ache. Had she really been waiting on him? 

“I just, y’know. Needed time to recuperate.… I didn’t think… me coming back would matter that much to you..”

“Idiota, of course you matter to me!” 

Meeting her eyes again with a softer expression, Mauga saw for the first time just how much he meant to her. In that moment he actually felt wanted. 

“I matter to you?” 

His raised eyebrow and smirk threatening to take over his face made her look away, her scowl returning along with a flush across her face. Replacing her pistol back into it’s holster, she folded her arms, turning away from him to avoid seeing the smugness radiating from him. “Yeah! Y-yeah.. You do, okay?” 

But she was wrong. A hand gently placed on her shoulder, turning her around to face him. Reluctantly, she looked up at him, feeling the heat rise in her skin when he tilted her chin up with a finger. 

“You’re cute when you’re angry..” His voice was low and raspy, and it sent a chill up her spine. He’d never looked at her that way before and it made her heart race. “I’m sorry I left and didn’t say anything. But, I’m here now.” 

Unable to reply, biting her lip hard, she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his torso. She couldn’t look at him anymore, knowing her face would be a dead give away to how he was affecting her. No one had ever made her feel like this. Her heart pounded heavily, feeling his large arms wrap around her protectively. His skin was warm, and the rhythm of his two hearts brought her comfort. 

“I promise I won’t run off again.” he murmured against her hair, nuzzling against it, making her smile. “I’m scared that next time you might actually hunt me down.”

“There won’t be a next time, puta, I’ve already put a tracker on you..” she mumbled against his chest.

Chuckling, he shifted himself, feeling her hand pull away from his belt as she indeed left a small glowing purple tracker on him. He didn’t doubt she actually would, she always kept her word. But, part of it made him glad that someone actually wanted to have him around. That through all his elusiveness and chaotic nature, she still cared and wanted him. 

“Good, because I’m not going anywhere without you now.”

There was no one he’d rather have tracking him and no one he’d rather come home to.

[salt-kat]

Moira and f!reader pegging and teasing? If possible maybe poly Moira Sombra and f!reader

Hi! I just want to thank you all for your patience! Life has been hella hectic. So sorry for all the delay! I hope my schedule gets back to regular. Anyways, Hope you Enjoy<3

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Moira x Sombra x F! Reader, NSFW ♡

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“I don’t think she deserves it”, Sombra taunts you, glancing over at Moira. “Do you think you deserve it?” Moira smirks down at you. From behind you, Olivia tweaked your nipples, causing you to jolt, making her giggle. “I think so”, you whine, glancing down at the current situation. Moira’s teasing you with the tip of her strap, slowly dragging it along your wet folds. “I don’t know about that, you misbehaved earlier” Olivia continues her ministrations. “Please”. It seems your pleas fall on deaf ears, until Moira starts pushing into you quite roughly. You whimper out, gripping the forearm of the girl behind you for support. Moira and Olivia can't help but coo at your pathetic whines and whimpers. 

Before you can register what’s happening, Moira’s thrusting into you hard, your body bouncing back on Olivia. “Too rough”, you all but stutter out. “Too rough? I thought you wanted this”, Moira’s cool voice retorts back to you, a bit disheveled. All you can do is whimper as Olivia doesn’t help your case, she’s sucking dark marks all down your neck and behind your ear. “I’m gonna cum” you whine, begging Moira to be a bit more gentle. “Go ahead A ghrá” Moira grips your hips so hard they’re bound to be bruised. You cum with an electrifying volt shaking your body. Your moans calm down as Moira’s thrusts slow down to a halt. You take a deep breath, glad for the respite. “You didn’t think we were done tesoro?”, Olivia mocks you from her position, smiling down at you mischievously. 

“What are you-”, before you can finish your complaint, you’re flipped onto your hands a knees. Olivia scoots herself infront of you, spreading her legs slowly. “It wouldn’t be fair if only you enjoyed it”, Sombra pouted at you teasingly. “Go on”, Moira’s gravely voice is down by your ear, you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. You give them a shallow nod. Moira gives you a peck on the cheek and begins to thrust again. You lean down, making contact with Olivia’s wet folds. You look up at Olivia through your lashes as you start to lick stripes up her cunt. “Mhm, such a good girl”, Sombra grips your hair, encouraging you to keep going. You’re so focused on making the hacker in front of you finish, you forget Moira’s even behind you. She had been keeping a gentle pace for the past few minutes. All of a sudden, Moira’s thrusts become bruising all over again. 

You can’t help but moan into Olivia’s folds. “Just like that”, “So good”, “I’m so close”, is all you can hear from Olivia and your swirl your tongues on her clit. A high-pitched whine leaves your thoat as Moira’s strap hits a spot inside you, making you see stars. Moira makes a hum of approval behind you, giving a light slap to your ass. You quicken your ministrations on the meal before you, knowing your orgasm was going to strike any minute. With a final harsh tug of your hair, Sombra cums with a long moan. “Mmm, are you gonna cum too, again?” Olivia taunts breathily, slowly soming down from her high. All you could do was whine and nod your head in confirmation.

One last thrust from Moira and you're cumming all over her strap, moaning and twitching. “Such a good girl, you took me so well”, Moira kisses your shoulder, slowly pulling out of you. You wince and lean up for a kiss, needing reassurance. Olivia happily presses her plump lips against yours, gently cupping your face. “You did so well”, Sombra pulls back. “I’ll be back”, you hear Moira say. Next thing you know, you’re being wiped down and handed a glass of water. “Thank you”, you mumble from Olivia’s arms. Moira kisses your forehead, before beginning to help the other girl beside you clean up. Olivia gives both Moira and you a peck, before wrapping her arms tight around you. Moira crawls into bed once she’s done, curling into your side, ready for sleep to take over you three.

“I don’t think she deserves it”, Sombra taunts you, glancing over at Moira. “Do you think you deserve it?” Moira smirks down at you. From behind you, Olivia tweaked your nipples, causing you to jolt, making her giggle. “I think so”, you whine, glancing down at the current situation. Moira’s teasing you with the tip of her strap, slowly dragging it along your wet folds. “I don’t know about that, you misbehaved earlier” Olivia continues her ministrations. “Please”. It seems your pleas fall on deaf ears, until Moira starts pushing into you quite roughly. You whimper out, gripping the forearm of the girl behind you for support. Moira and Olivia can't help but coo at your pathetic whines and whimpers. 

Before you can register what’s happening, Moira’s thrusting into you hard, your body bouncing back on Olivia. “Too rough”, you all but stutter out. “Too rough? I thought you wanted this”, Moira’s cool voice retorts back to you, a bit disheveled. All you can do is whimper as Olivia doesn’t help your case, she’s sucking dark marks all down your neck and behind your ear. “I’m gonna cum” you whine, begging Moira to be a bit more gentle. “Go ahead A ghrá” Moira grips your hips so hard they’re bound to be bruised. You cum with an electrifying volt shaking your body. Your moans calm down as Moira’s thrusts slow down to a halt. You take a deep breath, glad for the respite. “You didn’t think we were done tesoro?”, Olivia mocks you from her position, smiling down at you mischievously. 

“What are you-”, before you can finish your complaint, you’re flipped onto your hands a knees. Olivia scoots herself infront of you, spreading her legs slowly. “It wouldn’t be fair if only you enjoyed it”, Sombra pouted at you teasingly. “Go on”, Moira’s gravely voice is down by your ear, you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. You give them a shallow nod. Moira gives you a peck on the cheek and begins to thrust again. You lean down, making contact with Olivia’s wet folds. You look up at Olivia through your lashes as you start to lick stripes up her cunt. “Mhm, such a good girl”, Sombra grips your hair, encouraging you to keep going. You’re so focused on making the hacker in front of you finish, you forget Moira’s even behind you. She had been keeping a gentle pace for the past few minutes. All of a sudden, Moira’s thrusts become bruising all over again. 

You can’t help but moan into Olivia’s folds. “Just like that”, “So good”, “I’m so close”, is all you can hear from Olivia and your swirl your tongues on her clit. A high-pitched whine leaves your thoat as Moira’s strap hits a spot inside you, making you see stars. Moira makes a hum of approval behind you, giving a light slap to your ass. You quicken your ministrations on the meal before you, knowing your orgasm was going to strike any minute. With a final harsh tug of your hair, Sombra cums with a long moan. “Mmm, are you gonna cum too, again?” Olivia taunts breathily, slowly soming down from her high. All you could do was whine and nod your head in confirmation.

One last thrust from Moira and you're cumming all over her strap, moaning and twitching. “Such a good girl, you took me so well”, Moira kisses your shoulder, slowly pulling out of you. You wince and lean up for a kiss, needing reassurance. Olivia happily presses her plump lips against yours, gently cupping your face. “You did so well”, Sombra pulls back. “I’ll be back”, you hear Moira say. Next thing you know, you’re being wiped down and handed a glass of water. “Thank you”, you mumble from Olivia’s arms. Moira kisses your forehead, before beginning to help the other girl beside you clean up. Olivia gives both Moira and you a peck, before wrapping her arms tight around you. Moira crawls into bed once she’s done, curling into your side, ready for sleep to take over you three.

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A Ghrá = Love

Tesoro = Treasure

(Feel free to correct these translations if I made a mistake<3)

[whackacole3]

A PATH TO TOMORROW

Cole has another nightmare about his past, Olivia shares a drink with him over it to help him calm down.

[angel-vista]

Mmm stalker! Sombra x fem reader maybe?... hehe.. who knows... 🤫 (I do... I love her...) 🤍

*not to romanticize something so sick.. i just want to see her fully "lovestruck" 🙇‍♀️ and got inspired by those two songs while riding the bus 2 school!

[venusbae]

expect some overwatch fanfiction i think, my fixation on it has come back after like a year and ive never been more excited. been getting back on sombra and i forgot how much i love her hehe <3

[angeltannis]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sigma | Siebren de Kuiper & Sombra | Olivia Colomar, Brigitte Lindholm & Reinhardt Wilhelm Characters: Sombra | Olivia Colomar, Reinhardt Wilhelm, Brigitte Lindholm, Sigma | Siebren de Kuiper Additional Tags: you ever see people somewhere living their best lives and wish that could be you, it's hard not to be envious at times Summary:

The idea of existing in the open like they do is utterly foreign to her. Her entire life, she’s tried to shrink herself to be as unnoticeable as possible. A shadow.

[the-sinking-garden]

I AM WRITING. YEEHAN HIGH SCHOOL AU

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(i did this part that will end up in it somewhere cause i came up with this idea and wanted to do it cause it's funny. in the story i guess Cole and Sombra are cousins or something, but she lives with him for a reason i haven't thought of yet)

[across-many-galaxies]

The next episode of

✨Look what I made✨

This is a rewrite of an old fic I write a while back

[overladies-love-ladies]

drabble for widowmaker, sombra and/or mercy with a big, tough female s/o who struggles with really bad night terrors and turns into a shaking whimpering mess just in need of hugs/kisses/affection in any form. Needs to be grounded and reminded that what she’s seeing isn’t real. can be SFW or/and slightly NSFW

Response for Anon below the cut! <3

Widowmaker- 

It was the third night in a row that you had woken, frozen in place and covered in spiders. Little black legs scurried up and down your arms and they pricked your legs with their pincers. You whimpered helplessly as the insects marched closer to your face. They were just beginning to nip at your neck when a cool hand brushed your cheek and soothed your burning skin. You squeezed your eyes shut and slowly felt yourself returning to your body. Your girlfriend traced circles on your bicep as you wiggled your toes and fingers. When you reopened your eyes, the spiders were gone. You exhaled shakily and turned to face Widowmaker, your lips pressed into a thin line. She sighed and her golden eyes flickered with concern.

“Was it the spiders again, ma chere?”, she said, her rumbling purr soothing the fluttering in your stomach. You nodded weakly and slowly rolled over to curl one thickly muscled arm around her slight frame. She traced circles on your chest with her thumb and brushed damp strands of hair off of your forehead. Her ice cold fingers grounded you back to your bed, safe and sound with your thigh draped across her hip. 

Normally Widowmaker would have protested your vice grip on her, but she instead melted into your embrace and placed slow kisses across your collarbones. You whimpered and pressed your nose into the crown of her head, the scent of lavender clung to her midnight locks and calmed your senses. You were drifting back to sleep when her soft chuckle rasped against your throat. 

“What a sense of humor your mind has, plaguing you with visions of spiders when you already let one into your bed.” You huffed at that, and slipped a finger beneath her chin and raised her teasing gaze to meet yours. 

“I would’ve been crazy if I didn’t make an exception for a spider as beautiful as you.” Her lips curled into a soft smile and you both laid your heads back to your pillows. This time when you drifted off to sleep, you dreamt again of a spider, but this time she was much sweeter.

Sombra-

The roar of ocean waves crashed over you as you jerked awake in Olivia’s hideout. You were on the coast of Mexico, safe in bed, with your girlfriend drooling all over you. Physically, yes, this was true, but your mind was still miles away, trapped in an endless black hallway with nothing but a cackling theater mask to keep you company. The sunrise was just beginning to spill through the shuttered windows. Liquid gold sliced across the covers of the bed and your fingers twitched as you itched to reach towards it, to feel the warmth on your skin and ground yourself. 

You didn’t notice Olivia’s snoring had stopped until she detangled her limbs from yours and stretched luxuriously in the sunlight. She turned to you with a sleepy smile on her face until she noticed you staring at her anxiously out of the corner of your eye. Her features darkened and she reached over to grasp your hand, her manicured nails scratching your palm and giving you something to focus on other than the panic that was not being able to move your body. You began to whimper and she leaned over and placed a kiss to your lips, hushing you softly.

“Shh, shh, shh, it’s okay, it’s okay cariña, I’ve got you,” she said, her breath tousling the hair splayed across your forehead. Your breathing slowed as she continued to play with your fingers and whisper in your ear. The lilting words drowned out the laughter and jingling bells. You closed your eyes and a door at the end of the hallway slammed shut, sealing the eerie mask behind it. You gasped and lurched forward, but Olivia pressed a firm hand to your chest and held you in place while the other gently stroked your jaw. A smile cracked her worried frown and she re-settled on her side of the bed. 

“That damn mask again,” you managed to croak, voice rasping past parched lips. Olivia hummed and reached across you to grasp the glass of water on your bedside table. She brought the cool crystal to your lips and tipped a few drops into your mouth. She chased the cool water with the warm press of her lips and you sighed as the heat of her mouth chased the remaining stiffness from your limbs. You wrapped Olivia in a bear hug and rolled her over, her giggles filling the sun drenched room. You smiled wistfully and were comforted by the brightness of her smile that could always chase away the worst of your nightmare. 

Mercy-

The flames licked closer up the sheets but you could not scream. Angela’s likeness on the wax dummy next to you melted into a gruesome mess, blonde hair blackened and curled in the heat. You glanced down at your hands tied to your sides, and the putty-like skin began to slough off of the bones. Your throat ached with the muffled screams held inside. 

Just as the flames began to lap at your toes, another warmth, soft and comforting, enveloped you. You began to shake and tried to fight to the surface of the vision. Eventually you were able to burst back to reality. To the reality of Angela straddling you and pinning your arms to the bed. 

Your cries were no longer muffled. You sobbed openly as Angela’s grip slackened and her hands came up to cup your cheeks. She shushed and kissed you on the forehead, thumbs rubbing circles into your temples. Your cries began to slow and you brought your arms up to encircle Angela’s waist.

She was so soft and warm. Her thighs that had been clamped around you like steel were once again supple. You marveled at the strength she hid beneath her delicate frame. If she was in protection mode, she was strong enough to rival your own muscles. You moved your hands down to those thighs and squeezed. Angela tsked and smacked your hands away.

“There will be none of that right now, liebe. You need to get some proper rest, you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow.” Angela said this as she laid back down beside you. You heard her voice but your attention was focused on the hand trailing along the cut of your hips. She grabbed a handful of your waist and pinched, causing you to yelp. You blushed and she chuckled before planting a firm kiss on your lips. She pulled away and moved her mouth to the shell of your ear.

“Remind me where we were tomorrow after work and we can pick things back up, alright?” You huffed and tucked her head beneath your chin. Your frustration quickly melted away to sleep as she massaged your shoulder and you slipped into more pleasant dreams promising of the day to come.

[overbearingwatch]

• Sombra’s got thoughts and feelings and a PC monitor that’d make certain country’s foreign intelligence units weep, so she’s got a lot of tools available to her for things like research and online dating.

They never really stick though, the flings. They’re too far away or too sweet or too stable or any number of other obstacles, and Sombra’s a bit high maintenance if she’s being honest so it’d be better for her if the person she dated wasn’t.

And here’s the thing: the first time Widowmaker shows any kind of emotion it’s when she’s crying that they’re gone.

Sombra hasn’t really stopped thinking about her since.

And maybe she was thinking of her a little before too, but the days bleed together when you never see the sun and she’s not entirely sure.

The Internet says vitamin D is useful.

The Internet says Widowmaker’s name is Amélie.

The Internet says a lot about trauma, but helpfully neglects to offer up any solutions for unfucking up the brain of a woman who, in a moment of uncharacteristic weakness, begged for you to try.

So the online dating takes the back burner, and the search - obviously - continues.

Spiderbyte? On my blog?? It’s more likely than you think

[ovwechoes]

Games in the Shadows: Sombra (Evil) x Reader (GN)

Thank you for the request anon ! I enjoyed working on this, and I've left it under the cut since it's a bit lengthy. My asks are open, and any opinions/suggestions are welcome c: Themes: blood, physical aggression, SFW/no sexual content, villain AU.

It was a night just like any other. You were working late for a cybersecurity company that outsourced its workers on a temporary basis. You were fortunate enough to have a 6 month contract with them, but you never realised the extent of their work. You had spent countless nights working late, stuck at your computer and trying to catch up with what was left on your plate from your co-workers. It wasn't something that bothered you though; the silence in the office, the lights of the street across from the windows, the tranquillity you felt in your isolation were enough to justify the long nights. And so you kept working head on, adamant to leave the office by 3am at the most. But the more you worked, the more you realised just how much was left to complete. It was going to be a draining night, and you were unprepared for what was going to come next.

1am finally rolled around; you were left with mental fog, and decided to step away from your setup for a moment and get something to eat. One of the benefits of this company was that all meals were paid for, and you could eat whenever you wanted. You chose a comfort dish to help you energise for the next lap of work you were faced with, and let it cook in the microwave while you scrolled social media. You found yourself doomscrolling news outlets discussing a vigilante raiding online spaces, creating havoc and chaos wherever they explored online, all behind a faceless icon and name. The news were eating their actions up, and you couldn't help but be drawn by the way they discussed them. Their name was S, thats all they left as a calling card. No one could access their information, and the public were left blind as to what was being done to stop them. Recently, S had arranged attacks on airports, rendering their systems useless and grounding any planes that were planning to take off. Aircraft and travel companies lost millions, and they was determined to be behind it. You were somewhat impressed, but knew cyber companies, like yours, were on their hitlist. It was bound to happen, but at least you knew as much as you could about them now.

The microwave clicked, rang it's usual bell to tell you it was finished, and you quickly put your phone away to enjoy this dish. You brought it back to your desk in an effort to not waste more time than was necessary. And as you enjoy yourself, the warm feeling filling your heart and stomach as you ate each bite carefully, that's when you noticed it. A small notification in the right hand corner of your screen; anyone could've missed it, but it seemed to linger on your screen with no ability to close it or see where it came from.

"That looks good, are you enjoying yourself?" The notification said, leaving you confused and dazed. You couldn't find the origin of it, and there was no trace of a hack on you. What was this? Your mind filled itself with ideas as you let your dish slowly get cold. You saw it swiftly disappear, before another took it's place.

"You're a smart one. How about we put that brain to use and play a game? I'll make it worth your while - S". How could it be them? Who was S? You knew companies like yours were bound to be hit, but this soon? Right after you watched those videos? Something didn't feel right, and the impending doom that was filling your chest was only growing as the seconds passed by. Your mind flashed with possibilities, endlessly counting over the ideas of what this 'game' could be. You had no choice but to accept, out of sheer confusion and curiosity. You didn't want to lose everything, and give up in fear of what S may do to retaliate.

You were left with no choice, and you said under your breath "I'll have to won't I? What are you planning?". Your tone was sharp, and filled with embarrassment. There was no one else there with you in the office, and yet you still felt silly speaking to yourself. What would people think if they looked back on the security footage and saw you doing this? It was shameful, but you didn't know how else to tell S that you agreed with their game.

The notification left again, and after a minute or so passed, another took it's place, but this time it was at the centre of your screen. It was much bigger, with the background of the text box being purple now instead of the default theme. "Would you rather keep the lights on or the heating on?" You were confused, what did this mean? It felt like you were being left out of key information, and it was killing you alive. You sat quietly, considering your options. What would cause the least amount of fallout, and what choice could you live with yourself choosing? Everything with S had a deeper meaning, you assumed, and you went with your gut and chose heating. Lights are easily replaced with flashlights and the sun that would rise again in the morning. She couldn't stop them, but you knew heating was one of the biggest needs for humans. You uttered the choice you made, as though you were scared of the outcome. And that's when it happened.

You instantly noticed the lights that danced on your skin through the window across your desk were flickering at first. They were fighting back what was happening to them, and you were left in a terrified state as you watched street lights, home lights, dim lights left around the office all turn off, one after another. A complete blackout. All that was left was your computer. And suddenly, everything felt... hotter. As though the heating was turned up instantly. You could feel sweat pushing itself through your clothes quickly, as you felt you were being boiled alive, cemented to your chair. Your hair was quickly damp, and your breathing laboured. You were felt feeling overwhelmed, sticky, and as though you were suffocating on the humid air surrounding you. Your eyes watered, and you tried to focus as you heard noises across the office.

You darted your gaze around, trying desperately to see what's going on, if someone was there, before a new notification appeared on your computer with a chime this time attached to get your attention. You couldn't think properly, and you wondered whether everyone in the area was going through this too, or just you? You didn't know, but you couldn't focus on that right now, only how to stop this. Your computer was rendered useless the minute you agreed to the game - you couldn't counter the attacks, access internet connection, trace back the breach, or do anything with your mouse and keyboard. Your computer was now just a monitor, being used by S to torture you and subject you to their cruelty. The notification began to repeatedly chime, bringing you back to reality from your imagination and thoughts. You slowly read what the next prompt was, and you were left horrified.

"Would you rather be attacked physically or digitally?" You had an inkling as to what this would mean, as though your intuition was working overtime to predict the possibilities. You knew if you chose digitally, then the attacks would be harsh on the area, and understood what would happen if you chose physically. You had to decide whether to hurt yourself, or everyone around you. It was a decision that weighed heavily on your conscience, and the more the notification chimed, the more overwhelmed you became. You knew what you had to do, and needed to find the strength deep down to accept your fate. All that was left to utter the word 'physical' and you'd meet face to face with your demise.

And so you did exactly that - you let the word fall from your lips, in hopes that your end would be quick and painless. You felt as though God himself wasn't able to help you anymore; your once peaceful isolation was filled with paranoia, fear and anxiety. All you could do was stay frozen in your chair, watching as your computer screen accepted your answer, followed by a new screen that showed S' infamous calling card. A hacker symbol, as though it was her graffiti tag, was placed front and centre of your computer. You were hopeless, and were left stunned as you heard footsteps grow louder, closer. Your heart raced, and your mind panicked at the possibilities of what could be coming. Was it a group? Were they going to shoot you, batter you, abuse you? The uncertainty was killing you, and it made your soul shake within itself.

That's when you heard it clearly, whoever was here was behind you, and you couldn't bring yourself to turn around and face your abuse front and centre. You closed your eyes, and tried to calm the racing heart that was pounding against your ribcage. You felt as though you were going to die from a heart attack or heat stroke before whoever was behind you would get a chance to strike. Maybe that would've been better, you considered. Maybe then you wouldn't have to possibly live with the guilt of your decisions. You felt disgusted with yourself, and before you could linger with that feeling further, you felt a cold, heavy hand grasp your hair. It's fingers laced itself between your hair strands, and it held your head in place with a strength you weren't prepared for.

The hand on your head pulled it back, forcing your eyes to stay tightly shut, too afraid to open and witness what was in front of you. You played in your mind memories from the past, let yourself reminisce one last time before you were met with your choice. You suddenly felt warm air drift across your cheeks, as though someone was breathing right on you. It made you sweat more, slowly realising how close your attacker was; it made your heart sink deeper into your chest, with the anxiety building to a point of no return. You kept your eyes shut, and stayed frozen in place, unable to bring yourself to fight back against them. You were left hopeless, as though you were a rabbit being hunted down by a lone wolf.

"Open your eyes, Chiquillo/a, I can't keep playing with you if you won't even look at me" they said, their voice feminine and yet dominating. You felt as though your mind was being abused by their voice, it rattled inside your skull as though it was poisonous. Their tone was sharp, and assertive, with a hint of playfulness. The grip on your hair was growing stronger, pulling your head further back, before you could feel them press against your cheek. "You're only making things worse for yourself by ignoring me. Either open your eyes, or I will for you." the voice stated, in a much more frustrated tone once they realised how vigilant you were staying with keeping your eyes closed. They enjoyed watching you writhe under their grip, as though they were playing with their food. It was torture, but you knew if you didn't open your eyes it would be much worse. You couldn't handle it anymore, and so you let your eyes slowly widen, taking in the figure that was watching you. Your computer was the only thing letting you see them, with it's glow highlighting only what they wanted you to see.

When you looked at the figure from the corner of your eye, the first thing you noticed was their mask. It covered their eyes, obscuring any features you could see from the apples of their cheeks and up. It reminded you of a masquerade mask, but with cybernetic features. It had glowing LEDs throughout, helping you see just how intricate it's design was. As you continued analysing your newfound enemy, you noticed something else almost instantly. This figure was a woman. You were caught off guard, but it didn't change how terrified you were. Your heart raced as you studied the design of her outfit, her mask, her lips. You were left dumbfounded at the woman that stood there, gripping your hair and standing so close to you that she probably could feel the blood rushing through your veins. Your mind was scattered, and you had no words left to use to defend yourself.

"Good. You know how to follow directions; looks like you're not all that useless." the woman said in a stern way, still holding you close to her as she ushered these words into your ears. You felt vulnerable, and knew this was just the beginning of what she was planning. "You know who I am by now, don't you?" she asked, in a teasing way, as though she enjoyed the mystery surrounding her identity. You shook your head, not able to formulate words to respond to her with. Your mind was blank, and your body was a puppet being used by this woman. You were under her control already, and you couldn't bring yourself to even mutter a word to her. How could she be so powerful? Who was she? "It doesn't matter either way, it's not like you'll live to tell the tale after all. Name's Sombra, nice to finally meet you after our game. I've been watching this company for a while, especially you. You're the only one who's gotten close to finding my breeches, and it's time that you were put down once and for all." Your core shook with anxiety. You were face to face with, presumably, S. How could this happen? How could she know these things? And how could you let this happen? Your mind raced with possibilities, and you couldn't process what was happening fully before she slammed your head against the keyboard. Your mind fluttered in and out of consciousness, with the pounding from your heart now in your head. She enjoyed watching you cry in pain, unable to bring yourself to stop her.

"You're the perfect toy for me to use right now, and I can't wait to watch you crumble. People like you deserve it." her words echoed throughout your mind, as she whispered in your ear with sheer enthusiasm. You were done, and your crime was working tonight. You were left hopeless, out of control, and wanting to escape. But you couldn't. Your body was disconnected from your mind now, and you had no choice but to endure it.

You felt nothing but peace before blacking out. At least you weren't present for what Sombra did to your body, the violence it endured. You were thankful for the fact that your mind was protecting you from the trauma inflicted. You were blacked out, and unconscious until 5am, when you woke to paramedics rushing you out of the building with co-workers surrounding your body in panicked states. You couldn't remember what happened beyond those last words spoken to you, and you wish you could to help the police stop her.

Your office space was declaired a crime scene; blood stained your keyboard and mousepad, your desk was splintered from repeated slams into it, your chair broken and your computer screen was smashed, with one final notification on it. No one could get rid of it, and it stained the screen with light burns. Everyone who read it felt unnerved, and you weren't told what it was until you were interviewed by detectives. Once you found out, your blood boiled. You felt disgusted, as though you were just the start of something more sinister. As you tried to recover in hospital, the final notification replayed over and over in your mind, as though Sombra was saying it to you directly.

"Let this scene be a warning for anyone who tries to stand in my way. The pain your company has caused people will be exposed, and I will be watching the downfall of those undeserving of mercy with a smile on my face. - S"

[andimpink-on-ao3]

Chapter 21 of As You Wish is up!

Chapter 21

Guess who isn’t dead? Finally got around to being motivated enough to finish up this chapter. I’m aiming to finish this story before the summer is out. So keep an eye out for updates if you’re following the story. I’ll drop the link for chapter one here as well, for anyone who might be interested in this Princess Bride AU. Enjoy.

Chapter 1 - As You Wish by Andimpink (Overwatch, Gabriel Reyes x Reader)

Summary: Everyone was always saying that true love was truly the greatest force in the world, but you could not believe a single word of it. How could you when the only man you’d ever loved was gone from this world? Five years ago, you might have been able to agree. That was the last time you’d ever seen, held, kissed him-- your farm boy, your Gabriel. Princess Bride AU

[wordborne]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Reaper | Gabriel Reyes & Sombra | Olivia Colomar Characters: Sombra | Olivia Colomar, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Father-Daughter Relationship, Mentions of Violence, Sombra Doesn’t Know How to Deal with Her Emotions, Edgy Dad Helps in His Own Way Summary:

Sombra accidentally rips apart the only remnant of her childhood and learns that Reaper knows how to sew.