#ovw fanfics

[shadybiotics]

ramattra x reader [ headcanons ]

[ part 2 ]

something softer for a change

He loves to pet your head and stroke your hair if you're standing close enough, for him it's a grounding gesture, so calming.

Whenever you two have a time off, he likes to have you sitting in his lap facing him. You laying on his solid chest. You look into his pale faceplate as he stares into yours. You're both silent in these moments, only sounds being that of your soft breaths and the humming of the small mechanics in his body. He likes to examine your face, both visually and physically. He oh so gently caresses your cheeks, your chin, your lips. Ramattra is very curious about your 'fleshy' state of being though he wouldn't dare to admit it out loud, afraid he'd admit to himself that he has gone too 'soft', all because of you.

He offers on rubbing your back when you're tired or just having one of the worse days. You never want to be a bother but cant resist his propositions after you learned what his hands are capable of doing to you.

Multiple limbs do indeed come in handy, in more ways than one.

[falinesimagines]

Ramattra x reader wip, can be read platonically or romantically.

I don't have a beta reader so my apologies for any bad grammer or spelling... (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

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Tw ; none

Sfw

You're walking home after a night out, it's dark, quiet ; you'd be lying if you said you weren't at least a little uneasy. Your trepidation isn't helped by a loud crackling sound coming out of an alleyway to your left.

Despite the strength of your fear, your curiosity ultimately wins the battle and you peer into the darkness, a faint red glow can be seen a little further in and -against your better judgment- you walk in.

An omnics body lays slumped against the wall, its head tilts just slightly upwards. The movement looks arduous and it can't hold it for long. You take a look around, your uncle has told you of omnics pretending to be in need of help just so others can jump out and ambush you during the war.

The omnic tries to speak, you get an idea of what it's voice sounds like but the voice box is so damaged that it just comes out in gargled cracks and pops. A voice in the back of your head is telling you that you could fix this omnic, you mostly work on cars and electronics but you know an omnic isn't too different...

omnics are dangerous, you've been told that all your life, seen it on the news and the papers but you've also watched first hand as omnics are torn apart in the streets, shot in the head by hidden snipers. You can't just leave it here, can you?

You step closer, it's dark but you can see well enough. Some limbs have been torn off, wires stick out of holes and spark occasionally, there's cracks in it's faceplate and the red lights on it's forehead flicker.

“Are… are you okay..?” You know the answer, of course you do, you're not stupid but you still feel the need to ask “No- of course not.” you answer your own question, mentally punching yourself for even asking.

Your eyes dart around the closed in space, you doubt anyone or anything is waiting for you in here but the thought can't leave your mind. You certainly weren't expecting to come across this, especially not tonight after going out partying with friends.

You consider just walking, leaving it here and letting it slowly lose whatever chance of life it has left. It's not like anyone would know, most perks wouldn't even judge you but that rotten serpent called basic human decency has already wrapped itself around you and any attempt to escape would be futile. The guilt alone would probably kill you.

You take a deep breath. Just close your eyes for a moment or two and think this through. You have the means and capability to fix this, probably even restore it back to its original state, before it was just a hunk of sparking, gurgling metal.

“Ca-can you stand?” There's no reply, obviously, you weren't expecting one ; you assume it can still hear you though, it's been reacting to you even if only in small ways. After a few minutes of silence you begin to doubt yourself but the omnic begins trembling. It's body shakes as it slowly lifts itself up to stand, leant against the wall and hunched over it's almost a foot taller than you. At least you think so, it's dark and you're not the best at eyeballing height.

“Right- uhm…” the height and size is kind of intimidating ��can you walk?”

One step forward and the omnic is toppling over,

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Jamieson Fawkes doesn't have a whole lot going on. He decides to play a video game. Maybe he'll make a friend. Or something like that.

Author: ArmsShanks

[dynahops]

Fanart of 310. by @lynxanite

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[vacantgodling]

chapter 19 has dropped ahhhhhhh one more and i’m done!!!

[moiraweaver]

Evening | A Moiraweaver NSFW one-shot

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52258153

Synopsis:

Moira and Niran enjoy an quiet evening together that ends up being not so quiet.

Niran watched as Moira’s hands worked swiftly on stirring the stew, he was surprised to hear that this doctor, someone who was nearly always inside a closed room working in her last research, was actually incredibly good at cooking. Just don’t ask her to bake anything, Niran learned it the hard way when he tried to taste her cookies. He sighed, watching the older woman’s every movement, resting his chin on his hand.

“I’m glad you’re finally letting loose,” Niran smiled, thinking back at how she would never have time to meet up before. For him, Moira was actually caring more about him than work. Sometimes she’d need a few days away, but Niran understood she was different from him. Moira was much more reserved, introverted, while Niran was much more outgoing and extroverted, but they somehow made this work so far.

“Whatever do you mean? I thought I was loose just fine before, however you enjoy pushing my limits Pruksamanee,” Moira looked back at him as she said so, smirking as if she actually enjoyed the changes that have been happening thanks to his presence, she then closed the lid of the pot where she was cooking one of her family’s stew, “I have bought some fine wine for this occasion,” Her shoes clacked on the ground as she went towards her fridge and grabbed a bottle of wine. Niran was surprised, widening his brown eyes.

“Isn’t that brand like… Super expensive? You really are going all out, O’deorain. If I didn’t know any better I might say you’re trying to charm me,” He chuckled, teasing her as she offered him a glass full of red wine. He took a sip and hummed, it was sour but sweet, just like wine should be for him. She took a glass for herself and shook her head, rolling her eyes.

“You truly are on a roll with your remarks this evening, Niran,” She took a sip herself and went ‘ahh’ at the taste, satisfied with her purchase. “The stew will most likely be done in around thirty minutes. Get off that uncomfortable chair and let us sit on the couch, I’m not sure why you have been at the table this entire time,” She noted, walking towards the living room, which was the room just next to her kitchen.

Moira’s apartment was cozy, is how Niran would best describe it. It was clean and neat, mostly because Moira spent so long away from home. In the living room, she had a big TV and a comfortable couch, along with a coffee table at the center where she kept some artificial plants. One of Niran’s favorite parts about this room was specifically the corner made for her pet centipede, who was fascinating to Niran, in ways that were different to Moira’s fascination with bugs.

Moira sat down on the gray couch and patted next to her, motioning for Niran to sit down. He scoffed and placed his glass down on the coffee table before sitting next to her, “Shouldn’t you get off that formal attire right now? You really don’t have to look like that when we are just… You know, enjoying some time together at your house?” He pointed out, seeing as Moira had one of her many suits on and even shoes, pointy as usual. Not that Niran didn’t find it dashing and handsome, but he wasn’t sure why she had to keep up appearances.

“You came full of makeup to my house, I believe I’m allowed to dress up for my partner. Unless you are suggesting I undress for you, Niran,” Her words were full of sarcasm and teasing, but Niran could tell by now that was just her way of messing with him. He shoved her slightly, careful not to make her drop the wine.

“I think you’re quite dashing, but it’s different, I just have a blouse and capris on! I just enjoy feeling pretty even with simple clothes,” He threw his hair to the side and Moira couldn’t help but grin a little. Niran was particularly fond of taking care of himself and it rubbed off on Moira.

Before, she would barely sleep 4 hours a night. And got through the day with pure black coffee. After having the chance to connect with Niran, the doctor had been keeping a much healthier schedule overtime. Niran couldn’t help but appreciate the little details that had changed since they met each other.

Moira hummed and took a sip of her wine, “Have you truly decided to move on from your studies?” She brought up the topic suddenly, making Niran somewhat surprised. He thought this night was meant to be relaxing, not speak about topics he stressed over everyday. Though, for Moira, it was a simple question of course, she had troubles reading tone and moods. She lifted an eyebrow at him, waiting for an answer.

“I… Guess. But I just wish I didn’t have to worry about that. I love what I wanna do or wanted to do but it just started feeling like I was there more for my parents than myself and that’s not the life I wanna live, I mean… I have been made to do things for them since I was a kid. But I really think I shouldn’t need their approval anymore, I’m quite literally over thirty, I guess I shouldn’t live my life by other’s expectations. But I’m sure my parents might go insane over me wanting to chase acting and art instead of whatever they aimed for me,” He shrugged and took a long sip of his wine, breathing in and out as he finished. Moira frowned at him, clearly worried for whatever might happen. Her slender hand touched his thigh and made him look up at the older woman.

“I believe you should not force yourself to keep up appearances,” She wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him closer, leaning in to kiss his cheek softly. Niran whined softly at it, smiling a bit at the sudden affection, “Whatever does come to be true, I will be supporting your new choices. But don’t get too used to it, you’re very lucky I enjoy your presence so much,” She noted, as if Niran didn’t know she was head over heels for him.

“I will keep that noted, doctor,” He laughed and she smiled back as he quickly got himself on her lap, pressing down against her. He was leaning in for a kiss, but the older woman suddenly stopped him by putting a hand to his chest, “What is it?” He opened his eyes and asked, turning his head a little.

“The stew must be ready by now, Niran, shouldn’t we eat?” She let her hands travel to his waist, resting there with a soft squeeze. “I will give you whatever you like afterwards, but I’d rather we eat first, I did spend around five hours preparing this just for us after all,” She noted and Niran couldn’t help but pout as his plans were broken for a second. The man got off her lap and she grinned, getting up to go check the stew. She hummed as she saw the results, just as the recipe was meant to be. She grabbed two bowls, one for herself and one for Niran and quietly brought him. “Careful, it’s hot,” Moira noted as she sat down with her own bowl and started to appreciate her cooking.

Niran smiled, “You know… When I first met you, I never imagined you would make such great dishes,” He teased her and Moira rolled her eyes.

“What did you think I usually did? Ate air? Maybe ordered all the time? Or had a maid?” She teased back and he chuckled, shaking his head, “You should let me taste some of your own country’s food.”

“Oh dear, are you sure your irish roots will handle the spice?” Niran laughed at her and Moira simply didn’t comment. “I’m just joking! I can make you some of my favorite dishes, but you have to promise you won’t judge. I’m not exactly a househusband yet.”

“Yet,” Moira said in a sarcastic tone as she took more spoons of her bowl. They continued to eat happily and quietly, Niran humming now and then. It was becoming night by now and the soft lights inside the apartment added to the calm atmosphere. Niran thought that he would like to do this everyday if they could.

Once they finished their bowls, Moira grabbed them to put them away in the sink, however Niran promptly got up and grabbed them from her hands. “Let me do some work too, you have been cooking and preparing things all day,” He shoved her softly back down onto the couch and walked into the kitchen to put the bowls in the sink. Moira didn’t complain, she sat back and waited, spreading her legs and resting her head back on the couch, closing her eyes.

As she opened them, she felt Niran’s hands petting her ginger hair. She smirked back at him and he quietly hopped back onto the couch. “I suppose you had an enjoyable meal. I’m always happy to serve,” Even though they were together for months now, she continued to use such formal words around him and Niran thought, at first, that was odd, but now it was just part of her charm.

“Now… Maybe you can get out of that suit and tie?” Niran asked with a suggestive tone and Moira could only hum as he got on top of her, placing himself on her lap and started to undo her tie carefully. His hands were much softer than hers, Moira’s touch nearly always felt rough and possessive, but maybe that’s why he enjoyed it so much.

She observed his face as he undid her tie and couldn’t help but extend an arm to caress his cheek. He had very noticeable cheekbones, making his cheeks one of the most attractive parts of him to the doctor. Her long nails caressed him and sent shivers down his spine, making Niran whine back a little.

Once he undid her tie, she grabbed it and put it aside on the couch as Niran undid button by button of her black shirt. She pulled him closer by the hips, they were wider than hers, he was much more curvy and rounder, while she felt straight like a rule or like a box, one of their many differences, which made Niran just enjoy her even more.

“Are you sure we should be doing this here?” She pet his face as he got to the last button of her shirt and started to slide it off her slender shoulders. Moira was left with only her pants and a plain black bra on. Niran smirked and leaned in, feeling up her entire torso, making Moira softly grunt under her breath.

“Why wouldn't we? It’s not like we haven’t before,” He chuckled, leaning in to kiss her neck. He could feel how cold she was against his lips, one of Moira’s many particularities was how cold she felt so often, compared to him, who was a walking furnace, it was a dynamic that really went well together. “Besides… It’s not like your couch is the most risky place we have done it at, uhm?”

Moira rolled her eyes thinking about the times Niran had asked to be fucked at spots she would not have thought of. Personally, she enjoyed the thrill as well, the chances of getting caught and the feeling of dominance when he was being fucked by her somewhere unusual. But she never really had the chance to try this with previous partners, they were not as adventurous as Niran was. “Don’t remind me, last time you nearly got us caught, if I may bring it up again. You really need to learn volume control, Niran.”

Niran grinned mischievously as he undid her bra, exposing her chest. It was mostly flat, but Niran still enjoyed the sight. “You say that as if you didn’t like it,” He noted with a smirk as Moira started to slowly undress him as well. He only had a blouse on, so it was easy to take it off in one swift pull, throwing it by the same place her shirt and tie had gone to. Niran’s chest got exposed and instantly Moira couldn’t help but work on it.

She grasped his hips harder, making him arch his back and giving her a better view of his tits. They were bigger than hers , she always noted mentally. Moira grasped his chest with both hands, handling roughly from the get go. She knew what Niran enjoyed by now and didn’t want to ask, but she did anyway out of respect. “Do you want the usual? Tell me, how does it feel?”

Niran bit down on his lip and nodded, “Yeah, the usual. I like when you push me to my limits.”

Moira simply answered with a smirk as she started to rub him off through his khakis. He sighed heavily and clinged to her harder, the harder she rubbed. She knew how much he enjoyed being edged, but she knew how much he’d start to whine in a bit. “Let’s make a deal… If you are far too loud I will stop and I won’t give you what you want. If you want me to touch you, you must remain quiet. Is that clear?” Niran simply nodded, already abiding to the silence. Moira hummed, pleased with her boy toy.

She pushed him off her and onto the couch, leaning onto him and using her tongue to travel in between his chest to his toned abs. Niran squirmed as her warm tongue felt every inch of him and her hands squeezed his chest at the same time. He felt like he was already going to start panting, but tried his best to hold back. Moira knew this was a challenge for him, he was loud and very straightforward with his reactions, being much more expressive than she ever was.

Moira pulled down his pants and threw them aside, not caring where it landed. His bulge was exposed now and she got to work, clawing it and squeezing it more. “I see you already got some stains on you. Truly a pathetic boy, aren’t you?” Niran bit down on his lip and nodded hard, a pleasing sight for the older woman. “Will you be a good boy and wait while I grab what we need?” NIran nodded hard and Moira grabbed his chin, leaning in for a quick kiss, making him smile against her lips before she got up and went to get what was necessary.

She came back with her usual purple and veiny strap on, a bottle of lube and another of fake cum. She prepared the strap carefully, filling it with the fake cum. Niran was completely obsessed with the thought of being filled, so it was a must to have this for him. Moira found it fascinating how much he enjoyed the feeling.

As she put on the strap, Niran sat up and instantly started to jerk her off, looking up at her with pleading eyes. Moira felt as if she could get lost in his warm brown eyes sometimes, something that would’ve made past Moira puke, but now makes her feel warm inside. She ran her hand across his face as he leaned in to start sucking her, petting him while he bobbed his head on her strap. While she couldn’t feel the actual feeling of being sucked off, the motion, his small whines and the wet noises were more than enough for her to grunt under her breath with every bob of his head.

Moira grabbed part of his hair into her hand, forcing her dick in and out of his mouth. He smiled against her length and put more work into it, the strap now reaching deeper into his throat. That’s when Moira decided to get a bit more extreme, grabbing the sides of his face and starting to thrust relentlessly in and out, he moaned louder against her dick as she kept face fucking him. Niran grabbed onto her thighs and shut his eyes tight, feeling his throat getting a bump from her length hitting deep inside it.

He could feel his own dick twitching endlessly, his pre-cum had leaked all over the couch and floor by now, slowly descending through his thighs and the side of the couch. Moira smiled as she felt satisfied and pushed him away. Niran was blushing and breathing hard by the time she decided she was done and her strap was now glistening against the soft light in the room, his drool was all over the fake cock. Niran didn’t let her go just yet though, he grabbed the wet length and smiled, “You won’t leave me a parting gift?” He chuckled and Moira sighed at how needy he could be, letting him do his job. Niran jerked her off more, squeezing the strap on and finally getting what he wanted. Some of the fake cum had come inside his mouth with the movement, but he enjoyed himself by making it squirt over his chest and face.

The sight was enough to make Moira’s knees feel weak, breathing heavily at how he looked so fantastical receiving it like that. There was something about Niran that just made Moira want to grab him and fuck him senseless right after doing this warm up. And well, there was nothing stopping her currently.

Moira leaned in and kissed him, tasting some of the fake cum off his lip and then squeezing his chest with her hands at same time. “Get on your all fours right now,” She ordered as the kiss broke and Niran smiled, nodding as he knew what was about to come. Being the pillow prince he was, Niran got in position, but leaned onto the couch to lay his head and torso against it, with his ass continuing up.

Moira awkwardly got up and grabbed his hips, pulling him strongly towards her. He moaned slightly and she dug her long nails deeper into his skin, being sure to leave a mark later. Niran gave her several noises of approval, especially when she started to rub her dick against his entrance. “Will you just get in like that?” Niran wondered if she would use any lube.

“I suppose you can enjoy some fingering,” Moira noted as she let go of him and he stayed in place, waiting for his top to grab the bottle she left on the table. She put some into two of her fingers that didn’t have long nails and went back behind Niran. With one hand she squeezed and spread his toned ass and with the other she rubbed his hole slowly, doing circles with her fingers. Niran whined under his breath but couldn’t take his eyes off the action, looking back at the older woman. “Eager, are we pet?” Moira asked and Niran couldn’t nod harder.

She kept on rubbing his hole till she felt as if it became soft enough to be fingered. Niran felt sensitive and ready for her, but he knew how much Moira liked to drag this out. He always felt on a rollercoaster, where his dick would get extremely hard and ready to cum, but once it did, she always went into doing something else, not fully committing. It drove him crazy in such a good way.

“You shall not cum, you hear me? If you do, I might have to leash you and you wouldn’t want that now, would you?” Moira asked in a serious tone, looking down at him. To which he just responded with a whine, it wasn’t clear if the idea was bad or good to him. 

Moira started to finger him slowly in and out, feeling his hole warm and tight around her two slender fingers. Her fingers were long enough to be able to stroke his prostate easily if she thrusted in hard enough, and so she did. Niran nearly screamed but held it back by biting down on a pillow, tears forming on his brown eyes as Moira started to finger him quickly, feeling like his hole was stretching more with each thrust of her fingers.

Niran couldn’t take this anymore, he had to release it and so he did. His loud moan was muffled against the pillow he was biting. Moira knew clearly that he had no chance now that she was hitting his spot directly and smirked at the sight, he came undone under her and made her couch extremely dirty. That was a problem future Moira would care about, because right now her mind was too into the thrill of making Niran come undone for her.

“You didn’t abide by my rules, pet. Now you should be leashed like the bad dog you are,” Moira slowly pulled out her fingers out his ass and let go of him as she got up and went to his face, “First, clean it up,” She saw that Niran had his mouth open from panting and shoved her fingers inside his mouth, making him moan in surprise, it still had some lube. Moira was pleased seeing how dirty her pet could be. Once her fingers were both coated in drool, she used her other hand to lightly pat his cheek and smirked as she went to her bedroom to grab one of their favorite if not favorite elements for sex. She came back with a pink collar and leash and a cock cage. Niran looked back at it, already looking somewhat exhausted, and let out a small whine at what was still about to come. “With this, you shall not disobey my orders,” She helped him sit up and carefully put the collar on him while Niran just turned his neck around so it became easier for her to put it on.

“Yes, master,” Is all he uttered with a warm face, but not helping himself when he caught himself staring down at her body. Moira proceeded to put on his pink cock cage and Niran felt the pressure against his dick instantly, it made him more aroused, but at same time his hard on was contained and he couldn’t cum now.

Moira petted his face and kissed his lips slowly. “I will destroy you,” The ginger woman said in a low, almost guttural voice that made Niran shake up to his core. She then grabbed him by the hip and forced him to turn around, leaning onto the back of the couch and with his ass facing towards her, who was still standing up. With his hole properly lubed and stretched, Moira spread his ass cheeks and shoved the tip of her dick inside, making Niran clench up and grunt.

She slowly made her way in his guts, her dick still felt huge no matter the amount of lube or times they had done this. Niran sighed heavily and bit down the couch to muffle his noises, but Moira grabbed the pink leash and pulled his head back.

“If you’re a good puppy, you should be able to quiet down without relying on biting things, hm?” She teased and Niran could only nod, not being sure how he’d do that, but trying anyway. When Moira started thrusting in and out, it felt like Niran was being taken to another plane of existence. He shut his eyes hard and enjoyed as every stroke of her dick hit his prostate hard. 

Moira moved her hips with certainty, slapping against Niran’s skin more and more. She didn’t take no mercy on him, knowing full well he could take this pace and that he loved every second of it. Niran felt like he could lose his mind right there, like he lost his thoughts and couldn’t think. That was his favorite part about being owned by Moira. Niran started to whine silently, tears wanting to go down his cheeks as she went in and out fast and hard. He felt as if he was being truly destroyed from inside, within seconds her length wasn’t all that bad to take considering how much she was pounding his ass.

The fake cum started to leak by itself inside of him, making the wet noises become louder and louder with every thrust. “M-Moira-Ahhh-Cum inside me, please,” He begged, biting down his lip and Moira couldn’t help but smirk. She felt lost herself, whenever she topped Niran this way it felt like an out of body experience for her, in different ways. Moira was obsessed with being on top, dominating and showing her dominance through making her partner weak this way. Niran is completely devoted to this, throwing his ass back and being the best bottom she could ask for.

Moira couldn’t help but abide by his wish. She pulled out her dick, only leaving the tip in and jerking it off, feeling as the cum started to go inside Niran and also drip out his hole, leaking. “That’s it, take every drop of it, we wouldn’t want to waste, pet,” She said slowly and Niran hummed, enjoying the feeling of the cum going inside him. Once she felt that the dildo had run out of cum, she thrusted back in with a wet noise. “Oh, you’re so filled now,” She noted with a smile and Niran nodded, looking back at her while panting. That sight was enough to make the older woman go crazy, feeling herself panting along.

She started to thrust in and out once more, Niran getting louder and louder as she used every force of her being to thrust inside him. Wet noises and skin slapping against each other filled the room, along with Niran’s loud moans. He couldn’t stop them now.

“That’s it, you’re going to cum for me, aren’t you? My dirty whore,” When Moira started to degrade him in her usual low voice when she felt horny, Niran couldn’t help himself. He came inside the cock cage and grabbed the couch so hard his knuckles were white. “That’s it, you’re such a good boy,” Moira gave a few more thrusts to help him ride out his orgasm, watching as the Thai man shook and arched his back, throwing his head back. She smiled and slowly pulled out of him, seeing as the fake cum leaked out his stretched hole, slowly making its way down his ass to the floor. Moira absolutely loved the sight.

“ ประณาม ,” Niran swore under his breath, feeling like he would fall down and sleep right there after cumming twice.

Moira was pleased with him, petting his back up and down, “Turn around, puppy,” She ordered and Niran slowly did, feeling like his legs had given up on him. “You had an astounding performance this time, good job,” She pet his face and then leaned in to take off the cock cage and then proceeded to take away the leash, but when she was about to take off the collar, Niran stopped her, “Would you rather keep it for now?” He nodded and the woman smirked, “You truly are into being mine, aren’t you?”

Niran could just smile back at her and pull her into a brief kiss before Moira took away their gear and took off her strap on. He sat there for a second, throwing his head back and spacing out, before the Irish woman helped him up from the couch.

“I shall clean that… later. I’m far too tired for this now, and so are you,” She led him to her room, where her bed was already prepared, helping him sit down and giving him a kiss, “I will make you some tea, does that sound appropriate?” Niran smiled and then started to laugh, but Moira wasn’t sure why, “What’s so funny?”

“I just like how you can be so mean but deep inside you’re just so nice to me,” He pointed out and Moira scoffed, looking away and putting on a new set of clothes as Niran watched her with attention, getting under her blankets. It smelled like Moira, which made it better.

“You’re quite lucky I enjoy your presence and your performance in bed, or I might poison your tea for saying such a thing,” If there was one thing Moira hated, or at least tried to hate, was how vulnerable she got around Niran. He knew she would never do anything like that, she was just embarrassed deep down. “I shall make tea and get our clothes in the dishwasher, why don’t you put on something on the TV while I go?” She handed him the controller and he nodded.

“Animal documentaries to cuddle to it is,” Niran smirked and started to browse the catalog of one of Moira’s subscriptions. Moira shook her head and left the room, feeling satisfied with the evening.

[whackacole3]

Arms of Understanding

Initially, Cole and Jamison only became friends because of their shared loss over their arms, but over time they grew closer together and began to form an incredible bond together.

[vthewriter1121]

Beyond the stars

Juno x Fem reader

Anthem for a seventeen year old (Chapter three)

I was ever so amazed, surrounded by the vastness of space within a giant inflatable dome that projected mesmerizing constellations and stars. Sitting beside me was my best friend, Juno, the only other girl in our fifth-grade class who shared my fascination with space. Her striking purple hair shimmered under the dim light, and her brown eyes were fixed intently on the image of the red planet displayed above us. As we sat in the cool interior of the dome during our summer camp, I couldn't help but wonder what captivated her about Mars.

"One day I'm gonna be an astronaut," Juno declared suddenly, turning to me with a determined gleam in her eyes.

"Then I’m gonna see the universe and everything." Her excitement was contagious, and I couldn't help but smile as I lay on the gym floor, gazing up at the stars twinkling above us.

Leaning closer, Juno caught my attention, and suddenly, I found myself lost not in the stars but in her gaze. Her eyes seemed to reflect the very constellations we admired, and her long, radiant purple hair resembled a galaxy dotted with stars.

"What if you come with me, Y/N?" Juno asked, her voice filled with hopeful anticipation.

"Imagine if we could figure out how to live on another planet. Would you go?" Her question hung in the air, and I closed my eyes briefly, imagining the possibilities. Then, reaching a conclusion, I opened my eyes to find Juno still gazing up at Mars.

"I wouldn't know," I answered softly as Juno slowly turned to me.

"I have a good life here with the people I care about, especially with you. I like how things are, and I appreciate my life on Earth. Besides, what if something happens to that planet? Personally, I wouldn't want to be among the first to live on a planet that isn't Earth," I added thoughtfully .Juno slowly lay back next to me on the gym floor. Her eyes never left the simulated Martian landscape above us.

"Could it really be all that bad?" Juno mused softly, a thoughtful hum escaping her lips. "What if you get that chance and your well-being is okay? Wouldn't it be amazing to live among the stars? Take Mars, for example," she continued, pointing towards the distant red planet.

"The gravity is lighter, and we could live in pods that produce oxygen since the atmosphere there is gas." She let out a giggle. "And we could bounce around in spacesuits too!"

Her playful enthusiasm was infectious, and I couldn't help but smile at her excitement. Juno reached out and gently took my hand, and together, we lay there in the peaceful silence of the dome, contemplating the vastness of space and the possibilities it held for us.

"It does sound thrilling," I admitted, squeezing her hand in return. "Living on Mars would definitely be an adventure. Exploring new things , bouncing around in spacesuits, and discovering what life could be like beyond Earth—it's a tempting thought."

Juno grinned back at me, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of determination and wonder. "We could be space rangers , Y/N," she said softly. "Imagine the discoveries we could make, the places we could explore."

As we lay there, hand in hand, looking up at the stars and envisioning a future, time seemed to stand still. Little did we know then that our dreams would lead us on different paths.

[Time Skip - Six Years Later]

The soft glow of a desk lamp cast a warm light across Juno's bedroom, where we now sat surrounded by textbooks and notes. The chatter of our conversation filled the air as we discussed the upcoming assignments due after winter break.

"Who the heck would assign work over break? It's so stupid!" Juno exclaimed, her voice carrying a hint of exasperation.

I chuckled, flipping through the pages of my textbook. "I know, right? It feels like they're trying to sabotage our holidays."

Juno leaned back against her pillows, her purple hair spilling over the sheets as she sighed dramatically. "Well, at least we have each other to suffer through it," she said with a grin ,and I nodded in agreement.

"So, any plans for after graduation?" Juno asked, changing the subject as she started sketching on her homework.

I shrugged, pondering the question. "I'm still figuring that out. Maybe grad school or going to community college depending."

Juno nodded thoughtfully, her expression distant for a moment. "I've been thinking about applying to be the first person on Mars. For that one big company since they were looking for volunteers." she admitted quietly.

I felt myself freeze for a minute. As much as I felt proud of her, I wanted to tell her not to leave. All I could manage to muster out was.

“Oh....... really?”

Juno looked up from her sketch, her eyes searching mine. "Yeah," she said softly. "It's a huge opportunity, you know? To be part of something historic."

"Yeah, it definitely is," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the swirl of emotions inside me.

Silence settled between us, punctuated only by the scratch of Juno's pencil on paper. The weight of her words hung in the air, and I struggled to find the right ones to say. Part of me wanted to encourage her dream, to see her reach for the stars as she always had. But another part of me feared the prospect of her leaving, I felt this gut-wrenching ache in my belly ,and the feeling was a feeling I'd never forget.

"Juno," I began, my voice barely above a whisper, "what if something goes wrong? What if..." I trailed off, unable to voice the deepest fears that gripped my heart.

She set her pencil down and reached across the small distance between us, taking my hand in hers. I blushed slightly at the warmth of her touch, feeling a mix of comfort and apprehension swirling within me. Her thumb gently rubbed the back of my hand, a soothing gesture that spoke volumes of her understanding and empathy.

"I know it's scary," she said softly, her gaze unwavering. "But I've thought about this for a long time. I believe in the company, and I believe in myself."

Her voice was like a gentle caress, soothing yet stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within me. Juno's kindness and determination had always been constants in my life, but now, faced with the possibility of her leaving, I felt a weight settle in my chest. The thought of not being able to touch her, to talk, to laugh, to share moments with her for years, was almost unbearable.

She was my best friend, my confidante, the person who knew me better than anyone else. And yet, a few months ago, I had come to realize that I wanted her to be more than that. The fear of losing her had kept me from confessing my feelings, afraid that revealing them would jeopardize everything we had built together.

"If you are picked, promise me you will tell me," I said softly, my voice tinged with vulnerability.

Now, as she sat beside me, her presence a comforting anchor in the storm of my thoughts, I couldn't help but cherish every moment we had. Even if it meant keeping the title of her best friend, I knew I would rather have that than nothing at all.

Juno scooted closer, wrapping me in a warm hug. Her embrace was reassuring, a silent promise of solidarity and understanding. "Of course, Y/N," she murmured against my shoulder. "I promise I'll tell you everything.”

[unactivewaspsfics]

The Junkers Asking you on a Date:

Junk Rat

He decided to ask you out in an.. Explosive way.

After asking you to visit him outside of Junkertown, he jumped unfront of you with a grin and detonation button.

Lights, dazzle, and as much charm as he could possibly muster.

That was his perfect way to ask you out.

Once the explosions happened, he jumped out of the smoke with a light up sign that asked, Will we go out on a date, mate?

You were overwhelmed by how outgoing the gesture was, you needed a second to process it.

At first he had thought he had blown out your ears, cause everything he asked about 'Is that a yes? no? a never wanna see me again?' didn't have a reply.

After a million questions he had asked, you had to say yes, after all the work he put in for that extravagant proposal to a date.

You later asked him how long it took to think of this way to ask you out, and how many explosive it took.

He only answered "Too long and too many to count-" with his iconic laugh after.

Road Hog

Roadhog had been waiting months to ask you to go on a date.

He decided to take this one more low-key, not overhwhelming or too underwhelming.

He wrote you a whole letter, added trickets, and a ring he was able to make out of Junkertown scraps.

All of those items were placed into a box, the same box he brought next time you decided to hang out.

You couldn't see it under his mask but he had a nervous look as he handed you the box, saying "I've been waiting a while to give you this".

When you opened it, joy overwhelmed you, reading the note make your heart melt.

You gave him a hug after putting on the ring, nodding you head as you agreed to go on a date with him.

You told him after that you would cherish everything he made, and how happy you were that he never got out of his comfort zone to ask you out.

Junker Queen

(My wife <3)

The Junker Queen, although as much as she loves being in the spot light, wanted to ask you on a date in private.

She had decided to ask you on top of her palace in Junkertown.

She had written down what she wanted to say before asking you to meet on top of her palace.

Untimely when it came time for her to ask you about going on a date,it wasn't how she planned.

Her heart beat rose, sweat filling her palms, as she forget everything she practiced.

"Eh- Will you.. go monitor my town- the shops.. with your Queen?" is what she ended up saying.

You laughed, never seeing her as nervous as right now, and accepted her invite.

The Junker Queen seemed extremely happy by your answer, drying off her hands and lifting you up into her arms with a victorious laugh.

Afterwards you started to make fun of how she asked you on a date, in return she rolled her eyes and threatened to kick you out of town.

[ovomoy]

Chapters: 2/4 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bastion & Ganymede (Overwatch), Bastion & Torbjörn Lindholm Characters: Bastion (Overwatch), Ganymede (Overwatch), Torbjörn Lindholm Additional Tags: author still doesn't know how to tag this series, No beta we die like mne, Ganymede is a good friend, Language Barrier, Torbjorn tries his best, Bastion just wants to make friends, Author Is Sleep Deprived Series: Part 5 of Something Old, Something New Summary:

After their meeting, Bastion and Torbjorn try to make sense of each other.

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Haven’t been posting about these little fics I have been writing on the side. So here it is, this thing exists.

[vitupera]

Your mileage may vary, but personally, I'd read the phonebook if @sidhebeingbrand wrote it, and her Mandalorian section is not vast but I find every story absolutely precious

Haven't found any mandalorian fic that I enjoy.

Filter out all the reader/yn/female oc fic and you've already culled so much.

But even after that, I'm just not getting much. There's a weird fanon that has so much fic sprinkling mandalorian words through the work, even though there's nothing like that in canon.

And it makes any dialogue lose coherence and connection to the characters. It doesn't sound like them speaking. It's awkward and stilted.

[xmoonlitxdreamx]

hi i’m like really new to the fandom and am obsessed with roadrat and specifically junkrat, do you have any fanfic/author or artist recommendations 👉👈

Sure! I mostly only know artists, I don't read a ton of fanfiction. Some roadrat/junkrat artists I know of are:

@/nudziarino

@/wachtelspinat

@/mefjeff

@/parasitecompany (tho I don't think they draw much ovw anymore)

@/renelie (multiship)

@/transjunkrat (multiship, mainly boombox)

Also I recommend just using the search bar on tumblr & browsing the roadrat and junkrat tags! There's a lot of stuff from over the years, and if you wanna see the artists that are still active you can organize it by "latest." (sorry kinda self-explanatory tbh but this is what i do when i wanna see new art and stuff)

For fics, I'm not as familiar with the authors & who's still active... I don't have a huge attention span for reading and tbh I mostly read 18+ fic if I read fic at all so idk what to recommend dkfnjsdfndsn;; In particular I really liked "A place to stand." by Orphan on AO3, tho. (has some explicit scenes but not necessarily the only focus)

hope this helps!

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: When a mission to take out a Talon stronghold goes wrong, Soldier 76 finds himself at the mercy of the Angel of Death.

Author: @w4nderingstarfanfics

[dearbisexual]

so um. i wrote a sombra ovw x reader fanfic once. it came to me in a vision. and by that i mean i imagined it very vividly and clearly before going to sleep and wrote it instead of like. sleeping. i did not finish this fanfiction. and ppl will sometimes hound me to finish it and i will get emails about it and i think that's kind of funny

i wrote it before ovw 2 came out and after i had stopped playing the first one. and in all honesty i don't know what the current um lore situation is so i feel weird when i try to approach the writing again. anyway

[valeffelees]

This is kind of weird to send but you're like the only person I'm following rn who posts overwatch stuff so - me and my friend have been talking for months about making a roleplay server for it. Like we've got a whole plot (more or less) for it and we've got a lot of the details hammered out... the problem is I don't know if I trust the fandom. I remember how it was Back In The Day, but I dunno what it's like now. I doubt it's much better, though. I'm not even sure there's interest in a rp server...

I dunno. I just wanted to tell this to someone that might understand my situation a bit. Have a good day/night, mutual

i don't think this is a weird thing to send at all, i love it when people just swing by to hang out for a bit.

i wish i could give you some type of fandom-oldie-insight into the ovw sphere, but i'm pretty detached from the community side of things these days, my only interaction w the fandom is reblogging fanart and foaming at the mouth over my buddy's fanfic.

i think the thing to remember tho is that while the fandom could be both pretty toxic and weird as shit back in the day, there were a lot of people who were cool as fuck and just chilling, too, and that def hasn't gone away.

plus, roleplay servers are dope.

[moiraweaver]

Cloudless skies and idyllic ocean views | A Moiraweaver NSFW one-shot

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56824789

Synopsis:

Moira O'deorain is looking for a break and she, for once, chooses the sea to visit. Despite not believing in mythology, in Illios she might have just found herself a god in form of Niran Pruksamanee, the local lifeguard.

Or

Moira and Lifeweaver have steamy beach sex and Niran skips work to get railed.

Moira was long overdue for a vacation, however her plans to go somewhere always failed. Or rather, she seemed to love work much more than taking a break. Working as the Minister of Science would have its perks, such as a high salary, but also several tasks to run at all times that would lead anyone to burnout. Even so, at nearly 50, Moira handled it all very well. She thrived on several deadlines and it left her with almost no time to ponder about her personal life or lack of interpersonal relationships ever since she divorced at 40.

However, her employers demanded her to take the days off that have been adding up for 5 years now. And thus, Moira wouldn’t just have a vacation. She could call it a sabbatical, being away from work for the whole 5 month period her added up vacations allowed her to. Moira wasn’t even sure what to do or where to go, however one place popped in her mind: Illios. Despite the beach not being somewhere she was exactly fond of, she was willing to give it a try. With cloudless skies and idyllic ocean views, she truly couldn’t get that in Dublin. She even considered going back home for a visit, but it’s not like any member of her family was too fond of the scientist.

Thus, she got on the plane to Illios on a sunny morning in Iraq. She arrived by night, not having planned too much besides visiting the local beaches. Being off work made Moira’s brain finally slow down and she could catch a breath. In her five star hotel room, granted by her generous salary, she stared out the window and lit a cigarette, looking at the full moon in the sky. She wasn’t too bothered by being alone, after all that came with being so busy all the time.

Quietly, she went to bed and prepared to spend the entire day at the beach. She was opening to everything after all.

----

Moira laid down on her beach chair, it felt hot, but not unbearable. She spent at least 20 minutes applying sun cream to her body. As pale as her skin was, she wasn’t taking any chances of getting burnt or worse. 

Since it was the middle of the week, Moira had the beach basically to herself. However, a man with tan skin and blonde-ish hair leaned against a small wooden house in the middle of the beach. There was a big sign that read “Lifeguard” and some equipment thrown by the sand. He seemed bored of whatever he was doing and the scientist noticed from far away. Wearing sunglasses, she assumed he didn’t notice. But it took a few minutes til he approached the older woman to chat her up. “ Great… ” Moira thought as the fairly tall man, even a bit taller than her – which was hard to achieve – approached her.

“Hey! I never saw you here, are you on vacation?” The man had a bright smile. He also wasn’t shy to show his toned body, his pecs and… His surgery scars? Moira blinked behind the sunglasses, adjusting herself on the chair as she noticed his body. She hoped he didn’t notice how she stared up and down, from head to toe. Illios was located in Greece after all, this man could be a Greek god, if Moira ever believed such fictional thoughts.

She turned her head to the side, “Yes, indeed, why? I don’t appear to be drowning, so what did I do to grace myself in your presence?”

Moira’s sarcastic tone didn’t catch the man off-guard, like some might be. He, instead, let out a hearty laugh and Moira couldn’t help but notice how he moved when he laughed. “Oh, nothing, I just love chatting with strangers. Plus… There isn’t lots to do during Thursday at my job,” He shrugged and sat down on the remaining chair next to her, “My name’s Niran, and you…?”

“Moira. Moira O’deorain.” She said it simply, but he perked up, gasping.

“You… are the Minister of Science at Oasis University in Iraq, right?” Moira hummed, staring at the sea. “I have been looking into getting a chance to study there. My dream is to actually work with science, I even have prototypes for inventions,” Niran said excitedly and Moira put down her glasses, placing them on her bag, which was on the sand next to the chair. Niran blinked at her multicolored eyes, “Your eyes look lovely, by the way.”

She chuckled, “Flattery will not get you an opportunity at the University. Why are you here if you want that? This is the last job a scientific mind would take, I believe.”

“I don’t have much of another way to save up money so I work here and I study, to try to join any university really. Doesn’t gotta be Oasis. But you… truly are an inspiration,��� He looked away at the sea as he said that, his hair flowing with the wind. Moira couldn’t help but notice his side profile. His cheeks had strong bones and his eyes were hazel.

“I simply worked hard to be where I am,” Moira explained, “I assume you know I was once from Dublin.”

“Oh, I have read all your papers and- Oops, maybe that sounds a bit obsessive,” He giggled and Moira hummed.

“You are not the first and you won’t be the last to tell me so. I appreciate it,” She nodded and then looked at his chest, “Since when have you got your top surgery?”

“Y-Uh? Oh! Sometimes I forget! I… Transitioned at… 21, I think? And my surgery came at 29… So it’s been only two years since I got it done,” He smiled, “Uhm… Why the curiosity?”

“I am trans myself,” Moira spoke and surprised Niran, “Oh, what? I thought you were my number one fanboy,” She made him look away, blushing. “I barely put this out in public. On top of my sexuality, my gender would have broken my career. Thus, I was never fond of putting it out there for eyes to see. But… I believe science and being transgender are highly linked. How else could we be ourselves if medicine and science didn’t strive for it?”

Niran smiled widely at Moira and put a hand on her thigh, without thinking. Moira didn’t mind it, but the lifeguard instantly took it away. “Oh, sorry, I should maybe go back to work though I-”

Moira grabbed his hand back, placing it on her pale thigh. The contrast between their skin was very apparent. “You may stay, there isn’t truly any other person here. Are you not bored of just standing around?” Niran widened his brown eyes. “I believe we could find ourselves a past time,” She put her hand on his exposed abs, feeling how they were toned.

Niran looked around the beach, there was nothing but seagulls, the crashing waves and sand around. He looked down at her and took a deep breath. “I don’t see why not, Doctor.” Moira smiled up at him.

She grabbed his hips and pulled him on top of her lap. He only wore his shorts and lifeguard vest, which wasn’t even fully buttoned up. He quickly threw it off on the sand. “Don’t think this will give you an advantage in case you attempt to join Oasis… However, I might give a look into your case, depending how well you perform,” She smirked, teasing Niran.

Niran was used to being with different kinds of people. Men and women alike, some admittedly were a bit older than him by a few years. However, the man never gave the chance to a near 50 year old. Truthfully, he didn’t regret it. The grip Moira had was different than anyone he had been with, she knew how to hold his sides at the right place, in the right strength. Not too strong, not too weak, just right.

He chuckled at her, “Oh, I will give you my best then, Doctor.” Niran leaned in to kiss her, being met with her tongue entering his mouth. It was sloppy and warm, making him feel even hotter under the parasol. He moaned against her lips as she squeezed his ass and ran her long nails up and down his sides, sending chills up his spine.

Breaking away from the kiss, Moira shoved herself on his neck, sucking on it before going down to his broad shoulders. For someone much less strong than him, she truly was moving Niran like a doll right now. It must be because the lifeguard enjoyed letting people take control of him. Truth be told, Moira hadn’t had sex with someone for a while now. She was full of work and had no time to seek such trivial matters. One of her usual hookups was Olivia, a hacker who worked at the IT department in Oasis. However, she hadn’t seen her in a year by now. And her marriage with Angela Ziegler came to shambles long ago.

Thus, she would be lying if she wasn’t pent up. And this delicious man on top of her, just offering himself to her so easily, wasn’t helping how she felt. 

She bit down on his neck and slowly made her way down to his pecs. Niran didn’t think twice, adjusting himself on her lap. He let her catch his tits on her lips, tasting his nipples while she ran her hands through his toned arms. He squirmed and bit down his lips when the older woman pulled his nip, once, twice, three times. His feeling of that area wasn’t truly the same since surgery, but the little he could feel was enough to make him wet.

Getting more turned on, Niran started to grind against Moira’s bulge. It was starting to become apparent now. She was wearing a plain black bikini, underwear and a top. He started to pant as he grinded and felt Moira continue to lick, kiss and bite his chest. “Your build is truly impressive,” She said under her breath before leaving another hickey on his chest. He smiled at her, running a hand through her red hair.

The older woman grabbed on the hem of his red shorts. She swiftly pulled them down, revealing a vision that surprised her. He was wearing a jockstrap, covering only his pussy. Niran helped her fully remove the shorts, throwing it by the side on the sand. “What? These help when I need to run around to save people! But… also for situations like this,” He smiled, implying this wasn’t a first for him. Moira wasn’t too surprised, with a body like his, he must’ve caught attention.

“Hm, very well,” She ran a hand through his clothed pussy, feeling if he was wet enough. “This will be easier than I thought,” Her sultry, low and hoarse voice made Niran shake a little. Her hands grabbed his sides again and pulled him into another deep kiss, grabbing his now bare ass. Her fingers dug deep on his skin, leaving marks. Niran moaned against her lips, but it wasn't unpleasant. “Do you, by any chance, have any lubricant?” She asked as they pulled away. 

“I have some back in my purse at the lifeguard post…” He looked around, no one was there still. “I will run for it,” Moira was going to demand he at least put his shorts back on, but it was too late, he sprinted to the little house and came back running with a small bag in hands. “I’m always prepared, you see.”

Moira hummed, “Finger yourself for me,” She told the lifeguard straight up. He didn’t seem phased though, he happily obliged, turning around on top of Moira and stretching an arm back after applying some lube in his fingers. Moira stopped him for a second, using her own fingers to rub his asshole. It was a pleasant surprise, making him jump a little. She was careful enough with her nails, not actually inserting her fingers. She rubbed the entrance slowly in circles, making Niran moan softly, before stopping. Just as the rest of his body, his ass was toned and big. Moira truly enjoyed the view.

He took her stopping as a sign to insert his own finger inside, feeling his hole already pulsing from her teasing. He shoved one finger inside and started to thrust in and out slowly, moaning softly. It felt tight and warm, a bit hard to move around. But truly, Niran needed this. Not only was she one of the people he admired, but Moira was also extremely hot. And he hadn’t had sex in a few months, with how busy and tired studying and working got him.

Moira suddenly grabbed his ass and started to squeeze it as he continued to thrust inside his hole. He decided to add another finger when he felt his walls loose up. It felt better, but like it wasn’t enough. He bit down his lips as he started to go faster, but suddenly Moira grabbed his wrist, stopping him. “You are not about to make yourself cum without me, Niran,” The way she said his name made him shiver.

He removed his fingers and gave her a pleading look, but she softly pushed him off her lap to get up. Moira looked around the beach, “Let’s go to your lifeguard house, it will be more private there,” She demanded, already walking towards the wooden house a few meters away.

Niran was a bit disappointed he wouldn’t have the whole outdoor sex experience, but they had risked a lot already. He put his shorts on and took the lube with him, running after Moira. As soon as they got inside, Niran shut the door and put his shorts down again. His asshole pulsed, feeling sensitive after the fingering. Moira slowly pulled down her bikini underwear, revealing her cock. It was fully hard by now, being long, not extremely thick, but good enough to hit deep.

The lifeguard didn’t wait for Moira to say anything before he got on his knees to the woman. “I will be good,” He said, looking up at her. Moira smiled down at the man and undid his hair tie, letting his beautiful hair down. She grabbed his head by each side, pushing his face down on her dick. He caught it on his lips eagerly, giving the head a lick before fully taking it on his tongue and rolling it around the shaft. Moira backed against the wall, grunting. It had been some time since she got sucked off. Her own hand just wasn’t this good. And Niran was truly skilled with his tongue.

It ran up and down her cock as he started to bob his head. He took her dick up to nearly the middle, thrusting back and forth to jerk her off with his wet lips. He could feel a precum leak and go to the back of his throat, swallowing it happily. Moira held his hair, starting to push her cock deeper in his mouth, making him wide his eyes, but tried to take on the challenge. She started to thrust slowly in and out, going deeper to nearly the base of her dick. Niran moaned against her cock, his hazel eyes filling with tears.

Moira suddenly pulled him away, making him choke on spit a little. He coughed as she still held onto his hair, “That is very good,” Her cock twitched as she watched his face, rubbing her dick against his cheek. “I want it in. Now.”

“Of course, how else could I show everything I know?” He got up from the ground and put himself against the wall, leaning his ass up in the air, while he stood up. Truly, a stuffy house in the middle of the beach wasn’t the most fancy place Moira had fucked in. But she doesn’t remember the last time she felt this turned on. Niran might not have been able to tell from her expressions, but her dick made that quite clear.

Moira reached for his sides once again, grabbing onto him and making him gasp. She rubbed her cock on his asshole’s entrance before pushing it in. Her cock was wet from Niran’s spit and his hole was lubed, making her slip in easily. It slid in quickly, making Niran moan as it hit deep. Moira grunted under her breath, feeling his walls hugging her cock. As she shoved it up to her balls, pressing against his ass, Niran threw his ass back, eager to finally feel her move.

It wasn’t long before the woman started to move in and out at a desperate pace, clinging onto the man. Her slim hands reached for his broad shoulders, not needing him to lean on the wall anymore as she held him from the shoulders and made him arch his back. Moira started to pound his asshole, shameless and letting the lust take over her. After all, no one could see them there. Moira felt her cock slide in and out, his walls became more and more loose and the house got filled with noises of their skins slapping against each other at a fast rhythm. “Fuck, o-oh Doctor,” Niran moaned as her cock continued pounding his hole, “Pl-ll-lease,” He had a hard time uttering words as Moira took on a ruthless pace. Even while being topped by men, he never had a hookup treat him like this off the bat. It drove him crazy. She was not trying to be soft, she was simply delivering, or taking, what she wanted.

Moira thrusted a few more times before stopping and letting go of his shoulders, her hands descending to his sides again. There they stayed as she felt her cock twitch, Niran felt as she came inside his hole. He moaned, leaning back on the wall, shoving his face against it. Moira panted, her pale skin somewhat rosy now. She used one hand to fix her hair, slicking it back. Niran watched from the side of his eye, finding the vision of the older woman absolutely sexy. She then let her top go, tossing it aside

She pulled out and watched as her cum ran out his asshole. It fell down on the wooden floor and would most likely stick or stain, but that wasn’t her problem. Niran chuckled, adjusting himself, standing straight up and taking off his jockstrap to reveal his glistening pussy. It was visibly wet and had stained his jockstrap. Moira smiled, but sat down on a small wooden box that was on the corner of the room. “Ride me,” She ordered and Niran didn’t think twice.

He got on top of her lap once more, this time he faced her again. “You’re… breathtaking, Doctor O’deorain,” He said, before downing himself on her cock, which was now half hard. She held it up and helped him by pushing it up on his cunt. Niran moaned, feeling it fill him up. 

“So far, your performance has been splendid. Maybe flattery will get you somewhere after all,” She smirked, grabbing on his hips and thrusting up til she was fully in. Niran grunted, biting down on his lips.

“Oh, fuck me please,” He said shamelessly. Moira hummed and leaned in for a quick kiss as she started to slowly thrust in and out. “Doctor… I’d love to experiment a lot with you.”

“Is that true?” Moira blinked at him as she kept thrusting, hearing his little moans fill the room. He clung to her hard, hiding his face on the crook of her neck. “I think we could arrange that. And you might be my lab rat for the next five months of my vacation, hm?”

“I would love to contribute to science like that, but… What kind of experiment?” He teased back, chuckling as he rode her, feeling her hands on his hips.

“Oh, many. If you get through it all, I might just help you in Oasis,” Moira smirked. It actually didn’t sound bad. Having a lover boy for five months, all to herself? Even if he was in it just for her money, or hell even for the chance to be in Oasis. As long as she got the chance to fuck his holes, she thought this might be just great. “We can arrange it later, but now… If you allow me…”

Niran moaned and nodded to her, letting Moira have her way with his pussy. She started to pick up the pace, the sound of his wet hole filling the room as her cock went in and out and he bounced on it, helping Moira move. They both moaned and groaned, clinging onto each other. They felt desperate and Moira forgot she came to relax. Maybe this was relaxing after all.

The older woman pounded him more and more, his hole feeling stretched, pulsing, his T-dick felt harder than ever. Niran moaned loudly and clung to the woman, stopping his bounce as she kept thrusting through his orgasm. She slowed down, helping him ride it out. It was strong and sudden, his T-dick squirting a bit on her belly. She smirked, pleased with his climax. Moira was about to pull out, but Niran groaned and looked at her. “You can cum inside, please.”

Moira hummed, “So be it,” But instead of her moving, Niran bounced up and down on her cock, helping her orgasm again, this time inside his pussy. The feeling of having both his holes filled was enough to make him moan thinking about it. Moira let her cock slip out as she finished cumming inside him, it was now soft and slapped against her thigh. Niran hummed, feeling his pussy pulse, it was wet and messy.

The older woman and the lifeguard stayed in that position for a bit. It was admittedly a bit uncomfortable, Moira’s ass hurt from sitting bare on the wooden box. Niran got off her after a few minutes clinging to her and put back on his jockstrap and his shorts, along with tying back his hair and putting on his cap. He looked back at her and grinned. “How was that, Doctor?”

“Call me Moira,” She got up and put her top and bottom back on, quickly tucking. “It was… pleasing. I am in a nearby hotel, the Arche. In room 433. If you wish to come by, tell the receptionist you are a friend,” She suggested.

“I am?” He chuckled, “Oh, I’m flattered! Thought you said it doesn’t get you anywhere.”

“You have many things to learn, Niran. And I could teach, if you like. I will be here for quite a bit,” She brushed against him as she walked out the house. “Now excuse me, I must go get my things and you should go back to work, yes?” The doctor swiftly walked out and Niran walked out, looking around. He felt like a truck just hit him.

But if he were to describe Moira’s effect, it was more like a venomous insect bite. Acted fast and the longer you left it untreated, the worse it got. Thus, it wasn’t long before he went to meet her again for round 2.