#widowmaker x reader smut

[kiwi-on-ice]

Halloween couples costumes with Overwatch men + women with fem!reader

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Not fully smut but definitely nsfw elements in some

Notes: Happy Halloween!! <3 and thank you all so much for your support throughout kinktober, it’s been stressful but so fun! Hope you all have a spooky day, love from kiwi xx

Women:

Ashe:

Inspired by @ovwechoes she’d definitely love to go as Poison Ivy, with you as her Harley Quinn, buying you both the best quality costumes. Makes the perfect distraction, people are too busy staring at you both unashamedly to notice her gang pick-pocketing them and robbing a few shops before you disappear into crowd of costumes.

She buys you Harley's original jester outfit (the tight leather has her blushing just a little, as her hand won’t be able to help wandering over your curves). She wears a green corset, with tights and gloves that feel so lovely to the touch, complete with fake leaves that go around her. Every time your eyes go to her cleavage, she tilts your chin up with a teasing smirk, telling you ‘my eyes are up here, sugar.’

Junker Queen:

Loves Halloween, she’d definitely want to dress SCARY. Would want to see the slight fear on people’s faces, so she goes as a vampire. But she whites out her face, putting red contacts in her eyes, and covers herself in fake blood. She looks horrifyingly sexy, in a tight black outfit fitted with a cloak, and even fake fangs.

When she shows you your costume…or lack thereof you’re confused. But then with glee she tells you that you’re clearly the vampire’s plaything, the tasty morsel she drags around. That’s why you’re in a short white nightdress, with lacy stockings and garters. She paints red marks on your neck and wrists like you’ve been bitten (and even offers to leave some real marks, for the sake of realism of course)

Kiriko:

Another one who loves Halloween, and you both scroll through Pinterest for hours collecting ideas before you decide on what to wear to the Halloween party you’d been invited to.

You go as Daphne and Velma, and you both do a coin toss to decide who gets who. She gets Daphne, dressing in a tight purple dress with white go-go boots, whereas you get an orange jumper and red skirt, with some black rimmed glasses to complete it.

Kiriko insists on pulling up your long socks for you, kissing up your leg to tease you. You get her back though, running your hands down her dress under the guise of smoothing it down, so you can feel her up. On second thoughts…maybe you both are gonna be late for the party.

Mercy:

Surprisingly can be a little self conscious about dressing up, despite how much she actually loves it. So having you also be enthusiastic helps her a lot. You show her lots of pictures, but she seems the most curious about Kim Possible and Shego. You assume she wants to be Kim, but you couldn’t be more wrong.

So on the night, your jaw drops to the floor when you see her in the skintight black and green body suit, blonde hair tucked away underneath a curled black wig. She looks stunning, as she tells you she wanted to dress as the opposite of how she normally presents, an angel into a demon so to speak.

But when she holds your waist where your black crop top ends, your knees almost buckle out how gorgeous she is. And it makes your eyes wander to attempt to find how exactly she zipped it up…

Moira:

She’d laugh at you teasingly for how much you want to match with her, but she allows you to pick her costume. For once, you can dress her up like your own doll, and dress her you do.

You pick Rapunzel and Flynn rider, with you wearing a shorter version of her purple dress, with a dainty crown, and her in as close to the film’s costume as you can. You practically drool as you see her (and you’ll probably have to show her the film, since she’s clueless as to who she’s meant to be)

Although afterwards, she’ll make teasing comments about ‘stealing’ your heart away before grabbing your crown and holding it above your head, delighting when you attempt to jump and grab it.

Sombra:

Oh man she loves Halloween; and you both go all out every year. This year, she gets the idea to do beetlejuice and Lydia. She creates a ‘sexy’ beetlejuice outfit, with the black and white striped jacket and top, with a short skirt and sheer tights. She does her makeup gorgeously, with a black smokey eye and matching lipstick, painting green patches on her face just like the film. You have to forcibly stop yourself from ogling her, before she shows you your costume.

It’s Lydia’s red wedding dress, but cut shorter which makes you roll your eyes playfully. She insists on doing your makeup for you, giving her an excuse to get close to your face so she can paint the red lipstick precisely.

Tracer:

When you both are invited to the Overwatch halloween party, she knows that she wants to do a matching costume with you. She's a pretty crafty person, so she makes it from scratch for you both.

You're Cosmo and Wanda, with Lena having made little headbands that have a crown on top, as well as a star magic wand. You wear a wig, but Lena surprised you by actually dyeing her hair, making you giggle when she emerges from the bathroom with a goofy grin. All throughout the party, you both pretend to grant other people their wishes, having a blast.

Widowmaker:

While she loves Halloween before she was experimented on, now she looks at it slightly different. Despite her usual outfits, she feels less desirable than she did before, her blue skin something she can’t seem to get past.

But she wants to move past it, for you at least, so she agrees to dress up as whatever you’d like. You dress her as marceline, with you as princess bubblegum. She laughs at the slightly juvenile outfit choices, but she can’t deny you look just lovely in your pink dress, and she can’t help but fiddle with the crown on your head. You tell her breathlessly that she looks beautiful, and she gives you a teasing spin. That night you both are practically joined at the hip, and hey if her hand slips down a few times, who’s gonna stop her?

Zarya:

She’s a little shy about dressing up. When you approach the subject about you both having a couple theme, she’s hesitant. After all, there’s not a lot of buff women in media in general, so she’s afraid of looking a little silly wearing a costume for a character that doesn’t look like her. Despite all your reassurances, you know it’s something you won’t be able to shift her on, so you get a better idea.

Booting your game console up, you make her play the last of us with you, and as soon as she sees Abby, you know your plan worked. So you both rock up to the overwatch party and Abby and Ellie, grinning as the fake blood you applied to her face really makes her eyes pop.

Men:

Baptiste:

It was while you both were doing a movie marathon that you mention the upcoming overwatch Halloween party. You both happened to be watching blade, and after remarking how hot you think he’d look in leather, the idea is sealed.

You knew you were right when you finally saw his costume, the black leather making him look alluring and dangerous. You were dressed as Abigail from the sequel, a crop top squeezing your chest and a fake bow and arrow strapped to your back. As you make your feelings known, he pulls you to his chest and whispers the filthiest things you’ve ever heard before teasingly winking at you, explaining that the taxi is waiting outside. It’s gonna be a long party…

Cole Cassidy:

Jokingly suggests you going as the cowgirl to his cowboy, but you pout and tell him you want to go as an actual costume, which includes him dressing up. He has a think, and having just watched death note with Genji, suggests Light and Misa. You beam and start to prepare the outfit on your phone, and he sighs in relief that you didn’t seem to pick up on the fact he suggested it so he can see how you look in the ensemble.

And god is it worth the wait, when you come out wearing that black corset, stockings barely reaching your plush thighs as you give him a spin that nearly has you flashing him with how short the skirt is. Although you’re just as affected, seeing him in a nicely pressed white suit and tie, strong hands clutching a fake copy of the death note. He insists on making you sit in his lap, running his hand up the corset to feel the material, before you feel just how much he likes how you look.

Doomfist:

Hadn’t even thought about Halloween, too busy to have spared it a passing glance. So in the days leading up to the holiday, you both realise that you need to sort out a costume. You’re a little stumped, but he has an idea.

Men in black was always one of his guilty pleasure films, and dressing in a suit and sunglasses was certainly easy. Although seeing you in a tight suit he’d had custom made for your measurements was certainly making his thoughts stray as you arrive. The whole night, he keeps making excuses for you to dance with him, drink with him, be with him.

Genji:

Secretly a massive nerd, has several costumes he wants to try. But he finally settles on spider-man, thinking it’ll be more identifiable than the other obscure costumes he has in mind.

He shows you his idea for you, and is delighted when you agree, and dress up as spider-gwen, tight white outfit exentuating your body and making his heart rate increase. All throughout the overwatch party, he’ll teasingly pull down the hood of your costume to get your attention. But with each playful glare you give him back, he has to force himself to not get too flustered, thinking about you giving him that glare while climbing into his lap…

Hanzo:

He initially scoffs at the concept of dressing up, seeing it as a childish activity. But he can’t seek to deny his beloved of anything, not when you look up at him with puppy eyes and beg so prettily for him to share this experience with you.

That’s how he finds himself looking at the mirror, observing him dressed as the phantom of the opera. He tries not to be a prideful man in terms of vanity, opting to focus his pride on his skills, not his looks. But he can’t deny he looks good tonight, the mask covering half his face making him look like a mysterious danger, but not one someone would shy away from. And when he sees you as Christine, your white dress glistening in the low light, he takes the opportunity to hold your hand in his gloved one and plant a kiss upon the back of it seductively. He may not be a man who emphasises his seductive qualities, but he doesn’t mind playing the part for tonight at least.

Junkrat:

Loves dressing up! Or to be more specific, loves you dressing up. Always gets off on seeing you in some sort of cosplay or costume, but you also want to see him dressed up for a change, so it's your idea to come to a compromise that'll effect you both.

After doing his makeup, and forcing him into the outfit you bought him (he thinks it's scratchy, but he'll bare it for you), you turn him to the mirror to see you've dressed him as Captain Jack Sparrow. He laughs manically when he sees himself, doing a crude voice impression to make you giggle too. You excuse yourself to the other room to put your costume on, and when you come back in dressed as Elizabeth Swan, specifically in her pirate costume, he practically drools like a puppy.

Lifeweaver:

Is delighted that you want to do a matching couple costume with him, and when you tell him your idea, he’s overjoyed.

You choose Morticia and Gomez Addams, explaining that how Gomez treats Morticia is how he treats you, so it fits! And when he gets the costume on, dear god. You love him in it, the dark colours a contrast to the usual colour palette he has.

And wow, when you come out in the tight fitting black dress, he nearly collapses. He immediately does a reference to the movie, grabbing your hand and kissing up your arm to your neck, finally to your ruby lips. You both go where you’ve been invited, but he whispers promises in your ear that tonight, he’ll ravage you in the way a gorgeous woman like you deserves.

Lucio:

Loves Halloween!! Loves the spookiness!! If anything, he’s the one to suggest a couple costume. Wants something with makeup and sfx and gore and guts and everything.

You both go as zombies, and you go all out on the disgusting makeup. When you walk the streets on the way to your party, people actually cross the street to avoid you both, something you giggle at as soon as they’re out of earshot. But to tease him, you decided to have your zombie wear tight denim shorts, so the whole time you both are partying and having fun, he has to train his eyes to look at the fake blood spattered over your cheeks as opposed to how delicious your ass looks.

Mauga :

Any excuse for a good time, he’s down, so he lets you control his costume. But he says he wants something comfortable, doesn’t want anything that’ll hinder him. So you give him a plaid shirt and jeans, telling him the mask will be the main focus. He’s a little confused at the wolf mask you give him, but you tell him to sit tight and wait until you return.

And when you do…it’s almost like he gets into character with the way he growls at the sight. You’re wearing a red riding hood outfit, corset perfectly exemplifying your figure as the frilled white shirt shows off just enough cleavage to leave him wanting more. With his big hands, he gently takes the red hood and moves it from your head, before lifting you into his arms for a kiss. All throughout the party, his eyes are firmly on you, making sure nobody gets any ideas to play with his girl. And afterwards well…he shows you just how beastly he can be.

Reaper:

Doesn’t care for dressing up, so you attempt to bribe him by saying he can just wear his normal mercenary outfit but change the mask.

And when you pull out the scream mask, he isn’t a fool. He knows what you’re doing as he slips it on, and your cheeks immediately flush at the sight. He leans into it, walking over to you before crowding you against the door, placing his hand by the side of your head and tilting his own as he asks in his raspy voice ‘do you like scary movies?’

After that…well, you both are very much late to the talon Halloween gathering, you hadn’t even gotten your costume on yet. You quickly had dressed up, but all the while his hands were around your waist, trying to convince you to ditch the party and instead have a round two with him <3

Reinhardt:

Another one who’s delighted that you want to do a couples costume, thinks it’s so cute of you to ask. But he also takes it as a competition. You both have to be the best dressed!

You both spend ages discussing ideas before you settle on one that he likes. In all honesty, you’re surprised he could actually find a Batman costume that actually fit his huge frame. But still, he looks amazing, the dark costume emphasising his muscles.

But my god when he sees you as catwoman, curves squeezed into tight leather, his knees nearly give way. Huge hands immediately wrap around your waist, brain racing a mile a minute as he attempts to compliment you in a way that doesn’t sound crude. Please tell him you don’t mind…but he fears your costume will end up ripped if you enable him too much.

Bonus venture time:

Venture:

Obviously they're excited when you tell them you want to do a couple costume...until you pull out your phone. Then they're rolling their eyes playfully and passionately explaining 'actually babe, Indiana Jones is a very poor representation of an archaeologist! I mean he doesn't even do desk based assessments before partaking in an excavation-'

But you're convincing, so that's how on Halloween night you're feeling up their muscles over the tight brown leather jacket, before playfully flicking the hat atop their head. You're dressed as Lara Croft, the tank top pushing your tits enough that their eyes are practically glued to your chest.

Although they need to get you both to the party, so they playfully get their fake whip and wrap it around your waist, dragging you out the door as you erupt in a fit of giggles.

[darling-answers]

Breaking the bed/ Desk during Sex Talon Edition.

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OVERWATCH continues here!

Reaper

Coming back from a Mission just trying to enjoy his Wife company with his new found sex drive, Moira Experiments recently made his Sex drive go sky rocket. It has been a couple of weeks since he had his own wife pussy sheath on his cock, not waiting to fill in the report to Akande. He instantly heads for his living quarters with his wife, luckily living in the talon base all other agents will do there own thing and leave him to spend quality time with his beautiful sexy wife of 13 years.

The music coming from a room deep inside the huge living quarters notify Gabriel this his wife was home and she was not notified that Gabriel was home, the moment the door slam open a yell was let out, there in all her glory the one person his cock been aching to be in contact with, his beautiful wife. His tent was showing through his pants as she didn’t even hide the obvious fact he was horny for some nice warm pussy. Unbuckling the belt she gently grabbed his wife hair by the hilt and guided her body over to the bed. Shoving her face into the pillow before she could even great him, he pulled her dress up. “ No underwear, what a slut of a woman you are, do you just walk around Talon Base showing off your cuny to whoever that desperate to look at a whore.”

Dragging his cock through his wife folds, he slowly spread her lips spitting at the sweet cunt that is so deliciously slick. He gently poke his cock through her hole, coming to sheath himself fully inside, slowly coming to pull out of her and slam harder into her. Grunts come tumbling out of his mouth as he lets out a hard sigh, he gains speed as moaning and whines follow out of his wife, holding onto the headboard the bed lets out a whole bunch of squeaks before a loud crash follows out, startling his wife cause a loud scream and the muscles of her body tenses

“Fuck! your tight!” His Teeth grits as he let out a grunt, coming to slowly rub at his wife hips, “ Easy, baby, easy your alright, fuck me it scared you didn’t you, I’m sorry I guess I went to hard, don’t worry you did nothing wrong.” He pulls out, his cock is still rock hard as he comes to turn his wife around and rub at her stomach massaging the muscles that were strain. He puts his dick back in his boxers as he lays right next to his obvious scared wife who clearly was startled by the bed breaking

Her heart is racing as Gabriel comes to slowly rub at his wife body laying passionate kisses and firm hands to steady his wife. “ I’m so sorry again I didn’t mean to cause you to worry about me.” You did nothing wrong, you the most amazing and important person ever, thank you for all you do when I go, don’t worry about sex we can always do it later.”

Sombra

“Oh mi corderito que estas tratando de hacerme, estas tratando de poner a prueba mi paciencia no sabia que podias ser tan travieso dejame verte, desnudate para mi." She let out a growl and a purr, disappearing from view coming up behind her girlfriend, as her girlfriend lifts up her shirt cold gloves come up to gently pull and push, swirling her girlfriends nipples coming up to gently push her girlfriend skirt letting her purple underwear be hooked underneath the hacker nails, stripping her off her underwear she comes to gently play with her girlfriend folds while messing with her boobs, “ Nena sabes cuanto me gusta jugar contigo, jugar con estas chicas grandes, deberías saber que no puedo evitar querer tocarte a ti y a esta cosa bonita de aquí abajo. “

coming to swirl her clit around she kissing her neck as she bends her girlfriend over her desk, were credit card information and the latest political stunt she found from hacking for the fun of it, “ Let me make you a Mami, let these tits filled with milk as you take such good care of our baby, she has your eye, and my skin tone, please let me cum inside you.” For the first time Olivia, not Sombra, whimper as she slowly finger her girlfriend swirling her fingers inside the wet cunt of her girlfriends, “ just let go, don’t you dare keep it from me.” Sombra grunts out rocking back in forth between shoving her fingers over and over inside her girlfriend cunt, slowly hitting that spot that causing stars to shift in her girlfriend eyes, blurry eyes and vision, Sombra whimper as she shoved her hips into her girlfriend causing the desk to slowly break from under them making both of them slam into the floor, poor computer cracked but not broken, on the screen data slowly sent to all of talon high member phone. “ Olivia my, hips hurt now! I can’t feel my legs!”

She whimpers as she turns her head to look at her girlfriend who is smirking, head prop up from her elbow. “ we should do that again. Maybe instead of doing it in our room, we could have fun and use The Laboratory.” “ isn’t that M-Moira O’Deorain practical living place, she has never come out of the laboratory unless she has a mission, wouldn’t that make her mad?” “ she can piss off she already made me mad what fun would it be to get revenge!”

Sigma

don’t you even dare try to touch my baby, 😒 I love him so lemme give him some platonic affection and energy this is him breaking something but this is all just platonic.

“ Boo! I got you!.” Sigma wife shouted as she raised her hands, causing her husband who was deep in thought about the ants and fairies. The stuff around them started floating as she let out a little snort realizing that her husband was not in control with his gravity as his hand shook as he let out more stressful mumbles as he frantically moved around not noticing his wife casually floating as she gently pushed her hair down that keep coming up and higher till it couldn’t pull up anymore.

“ Mr Kruiper it time for you to come back to me now.” She a soft smile fills her face as she felt her husband look at her, “ I- I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me.” She felt Sigma slowly moved towards her and flat her hair that kept moving up, she was slowly pulled to the floor as object smash into the ground around them causing a groan from a passing high officer of talon, “ you did nothing wrong Bebe, let just clean up this mess together.” She mumbles as a sweet tone is filled within seibren brain as he happily giggles and start cleaning up the mess around them with his gravity, “ I’m so sorry for scaring you hun I never intended to you be to far in that headspace.” “ it alright you love me and I know that :D.”

Widowmaker

The feeling of a spider crawling into the nest that laid the innocent creature who was the center of attention. That was the feeling that both Lacroix, no widowmaker, and her innocent girlfriend bound by. No one would be breaking the web that Lacroix made for her girlfriend, not even Moira would have her hands near it,

“ Stay still for Maman a besoin que tu te détendes, tu es trop dans ta tête. Laisse-toi aller pour maman, n'essaie pas de lutter, nous y voilà, oui bébé, tu te sens si bien et si serré pour maman" Lacroix mumbled as she gently push you to ride her, bringing your hips to go down and up, trying to ride her without her guidance would be to hard for the small headspace your overdriven into. Coming to gently hold onto Lacroix breast squishing and gently push it and rubbed it, bouncing her hip up and down she let out a whine and a moan as she leaned in to kiss her Maman, “ Mummy! Mummy please, oh god oh god!” She tighten the hold of her grip on her maman breast as her cunt tighten on the strap that Widowmaker kept bouncing her on, cum started to drip all over the strap as a loud break and crash hit the couple as Lacroix let out a big sigh keeping the tight grip onto her girlfriend,

Il est temps de trouver un nouveau lit, non seulement tu m'as chevauché jusqu'à ce que notre lit soit littéralement cassé, mais maintenant le lit est tellement dangereux que nous ne pouvons pas dormir dessus." She mumbles as she come to squeeze her girlfriend butt as she gently lifted her girlfriend off the big purple strap, cum lays onto the French women lap as Lacroix gently pat her girlfriend hair coming up to gently pull a blanket over her body and pull her into another spare room of the apartment, “ this is vexing but we will make do with it until I can get a new bed for us, this time let not have you break it.” She mumbles shyly as she gently picked her girlfriend up placing her on the bed to come over and give her girlfriend as much care as she could give to someone.

Moira

“ oh, how pitiful you must be, coming to me to satisfied your urges, acting like a newborn fawn wanting there Mummy, if you really are that pitiful then me rejecting you should cause you no harm, you can whine and whimper but that will not change my mind, I have work to do go bother some other soul.” Moira let out a tisk going back to doing her latest experiment completely ignoring her wife that was horny and being difficult, normally if her wife said she had things to do she would pout and just let it go until later on, but no, she was needy and not even The Scientific Community would grasp her away from her wife. Moira let out a grunt went hands come to find her waist tugging her away from her excitement, cold slinder hands slowly come to grab around the hair of Moira wife. “ you can’t even control yourself, how can you live knowing that you will do anything to satisfy your urges, does dignity not matter to you?”

She comes to sit down in her office chair picking her wife up by the arms and laying her over her manspread legs, her butt high in the air, Moira landed spank after spank onto her wife butt as muffled wailing was heard coming from the laboratory, flipping her wife over she comes to swaddle her wife like a new born baby, gently opening up her coat letting sucking filled the laboratory, “ you do understand that your little breaks you make me take causing us to waste time with the scientific process that I have dedicated decades to. It not that I don’t appreciate you but you should learn that greedy will only get you so far.” Moira mumbles brushes few strands out of her wife hair as she suckles on her breast, gently lifting up her wife she puts her on the table after

Shooing the lab papers away from the table having them fall to the ground, removing her lab coat as her button up shirt was let open, she slowly unbuckle her pants grabbing her strap throwing lube on it from in the draw ( she doesn’t just use lube for sex, but other expirements.) She gently started rocking into her Wife, coming to slammed deep inside her over and over, her red hair getting in the way of some part of her vision as all she can see is the sweet delicious feeling of her wife cunts deeply nestled into her strap, almost like it was made for her. She lets out a hum as she racked her nails across her wide body as she comes to gently push a little to far into the table causing one of the legs of the table to get out. She stops and looks over at the broken table leg and just hums out a “ what if I test the theory of how much this table pressure can handle before it falls out? Maybe I can make use of this.”

Akande

( it wouldn’t let me add one more photo in so now I have to make do with what I have.)

“ we need to be more careful this bed can not hold on any longer then we have already went through.” he mumbled as he gripped your hand in between his face slowly coming to get in between your neck and shoulder. Letting out smooth kisses onto your neck all the way up until your lips he slowly pushed in further as his hips connected to your pelvic bone a big noticeable bump for throughout your tummy, a whine was it out of your lips as you felt Akande bring your hands down to your stomach so that you could feel how deep he was inside of you, his big hands fit with yours as he brings it back up over yours head restraining you from moving any further than where you were. He let you chuckle. as he starts seeing the bruising, that was there last time, you guys had sex slowly start forming again. Becoming big red spots to Light bruising.

“ you do know I do not have all day to entertain your thought. Well I do appreciate you and this amazing pussy. I have other… Negotiables to attend to so I cannot stay longer than I wish to. You will see me tonight and tonight will be an even better night than what it is now just you wait.” He mumbled into your ear as his big hand coming to hold onto the headboard cause it to snap into pieces of sheer strength, he let out a sigh as it has already happened before, as he slowly move some pieces of wood out of your hair.

We will need to buy a bigger bed. Soon we have already had to thrown away the others because of it, contact my company and see if we can get a new bed as soon as possible for now we will have to sleep in this spare bedroom, I apologize my love.” taking the hands of his lover, he slowly lifted her up with one arm, coming to gently have her in the bathtubs making sure to let out smooth bubbly water come to wash away her aching muscles as he mumbled something about the fact he didn’t get to cum and neither do you, but the safety of yours was more of a priority than anything.

[sshadowritestoriess]

Hey! Do you think you could write some NSFW headcanons for Widow, Mercy, Kiriko, Lifeweaver and Genji (gender neutral afab reader) please? Feel free to ignore if that's too many characters or if you just don't want to do it. Have a great day, and don't forget to drink water dear author!

Sure! I did my best, sorry they’re all so short. I just didn’t want a super long post 😅

Widowmaker NSFW

She can quite literally take you out in ‘one shot’— you’re not certain how exactly she does it, but she touches you in all the right places in quick succession and finds exactly where you need her most in just an instant. You’ve lasted about thirteen seconds at most with this technique of hers, and it was quickly banned from the bedroom unless you asked for it

She’s a very hard biter, like she doesn’t realize she needs to be a bit more gentle. You often wonder if she thinks she’s actually going to inject venom into your bloodstream this way

Eerily quiet responses toward any pleasure, even if you’re doing everything right she makes it hard to tell if you’re doing anything at all. So she tends to be the one in charge, that way you don’t end up questioning your capabilities or doubting her reactions

A slowed heartbeat seems to increase her stamina, though. It’s only somewhat annoying, especially in addition to her lack of emotion toward intimate times. But you refuse to believe she’s not feeling anything at all, either— otherwise she wouldn’t be stepping on you ‘for fun’ unprompted, or initiating half of these encounters

Mercy NSFW

An unpredictable switch— everything that happens in the bedroom is a flip on a coin based on what she’s feeling and when. You never know if you’re about to give or receive, but either way it’s extremely rewarding and it’s hard to discern any complaints out of a night with Angela

She is pretty vocal, makes the nicest noises and lewd sounds you’ve probably ever heard. She definitely sounds like an angel, and it’s worth every touch to hear her sound off while completely red in the face

Maybe a bit too in love with pegging you. As a doctor and being very knowledgeable about the body, she’s rather enthusiastic toward loosening you up and talking about safety before giving you the ramming of a lifetime. Certain recommended positions even relieved your back pains somewhat, to your astonishment

She highly prefers to schedule these exchanges, rather than doing them on a whim. She refuses the ideas of quickies or anything with risk— especially in communal/public areas. You’d need to absolutely guarantee no one will be walking in or she might not ever forgive you for the embarrassment

Kiriko NSFW

Absolutely a brat, and we all know this. You’re not getting anything done without force or a trade, and she clearly relishes in those methods— always a “no” or a “why”, and then the “what will I get in return?”

Hugely into degrading and she’ll meet you halfway, criticizing your every move as if it doesn’t have her writhing in euphoria. She’s mostly in control of the sounds she makes, but when you get enough of a rise out of her the high-pitched noises are totally worth the struggle to get them in the first place. But she tries really hard to pretend like you don’t have an effect on her

She totally abuses her abilities to make you both finish faster, and especially against your will if you intended to take your time. Everything she does in bed is completely in spite of you— you’re fighting to earn the outcome you want, so hopefully you’re up for that kind of challenge

Her attitude is to make up for her low libido, and especially in her inability to last very long. She’s super sensitive, but she’ll never admit it. You’ll figure this out sooner than later though, and she’ll put up even more of a fight with a smirk on her face before you get anywhere near the brink of relief

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Undoubtedly has a preference for being on bottom, but absolutely more than capable of being a top if he’s in the mood for it.

He’s sort of a pillow princess, likes having all the work be done for him. Much more of a receiver than he is a giver, but only in intimate moments— he’s much more giving outside of private moments that heavily lack clothing

But he is extraordinarily talented with his mouth, and he knows this. Yet he won’t offer such services without being asked politely, which must include a ‘please’ or he may remind you of your manners. It’s all in good fun though, he likely wouldn’t have refused either way (please ride his face)

He makes a lot of sounds, though they’re always muffled by his hand or pillow— or you. He also super loves using rope for things, like being restrained, and shibari. He gets more excited when he’s trapped and vulnerable in front of someone he likes

And while he’s a gentle top, he makes sure to return every favor you’ve given him on the occasions he does take over. These sessions last significantly longer than when he’s on the receiving end— edging turns out to be a specialty of his. And along the way, he’s more than happy to remind you of your previously indulgent behaviors

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Genji is still Genji, and even under all that metal he’s still pretty full of himself. So he totally, secretly, has a mask kink, and goes a bit feral when you wear his helm along with a lingerie or something else enticing (maybe even his hoodie lol). There’s just something about seeing his own visor on you that makes him want to pounce

I don’t imagine he’s super into wireplay/anything that has to do with his mechanics, but he’s not against it. He’s fine with it enough and appreciates you’d find these parts of him just as attractive, it just doesn’t get him going as much as other things do. He will happily indulge you though.

He’s dangerously easy to arouse. Drop one hint, playful or not (but only after the first few intimate exchanges) and he will find someplace to make it quick. Of course, he’s fluent in consent, so he’ll back off if you really were only joking. But otherwise you may often find yourself getting that super-enhanced-ninja special in the strangest secluded areas

And he makes it his job to make sure you cum before he does. On occasion he slips up, and if you’re competitive like that then it can be pretty 50/50. But he praises himself as a gentleman who treats his lover with the utmost care, and will deliver to you everything he has before taking you for his own pleasure

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Hit List (Overwatch NSFW Smut) [LORE]

⚠️18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI⚠️

Widowmaker, Amélie Lacroix x Male Reader

Tags: 2.4k words, enemies-to-lovers, multiple creampies, mention of breeding & assassinations

Image credit: Qi Sheng Luo on ArtStation

In the late hours of the night, you, Y/N, a relatively new recruit for Overwatch right before it collapsed, found yourself locked in a scuffle with none other than the infamous Widowmaker, Amélie Lacroix. The chase through the city finally came to a halt when you managed to trap the assassin in your own residence.

Panting, you dragged the stunned Widowmaker to the living room. Your hands had been stained with the remnants of your heated confrontation. The adrenaline from the chase was slowly dissipating, replaced by a sense of weariness.

"Lacroix, Amélie Lacroix," you stated, pronouncing her full name as you tied her to a chair. Once she was secure, you took a seat opposite her, your eyes never leaving the Talon operative. "Who sent you here?"

The only sound in the room was the ticking clock, emphasizing the silence that enveloped them. You crossed your arms, your tone neutral. "...and why?"

Widowmaker, however, remained stoic. Her purple-blue skin and yellow eyes stared blankly ahead, giving no hint of the information you desired. The silence was thick, an uncomfortable tension between the two.

That's when you remembered the recall Winston sent. You hang your head with a long, drawn-out sigh. "You know I'm not gonna let you finish your mission, right?"

You could feel beads of sweat trickling down your forehead, but you wiped them away, maintaining your stern expression.

You leaned back in your chair, the creaking of the wooden frame filling the room. A vein on your forehead pulsed as you glared at Widowmaker.

"Listen to me, Lacroix," you said, your voice dry. "I'm not in the mood for games. You're lucky I'm not going to just leave you here, roped up like a prize catch."

A long moment of silence passed as you stared her down. Her yellow eyes, so lifeless, still didn't betray any sense of emotion.

"You've got a pretty face, for a Talon operative," you remarked, your tone trailing off, hinting at sarcasm. "If only your brain wasn't so thoroughly corrupted."

You couldn't help but glance at her voluptuous figure, strapped into the wooden chair. Widowmaker's plump ass and hourglass figure were accentuated by her tight-fitting purple and silver bodysuit.

Suddenly, Widowmaker's tone shifted. Her voice was still cold, but there was an unexpected edge to it.

"Why don't we skip the questioning and do something more... enjoyable?" She suggested, her voice low and husky. "After all, I find the scent of your lust intoxicating."

You raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her proposition. In this tense moment, Widowmaker's suggestion seemed almost farcical. Yet, there was an undeniable attraction between the two of you.

"As if I'd give you the satisfaction," you responded, your voice full of disdain. "I'll be taking you straight to an interrogation facility."

You stood up, ready to escort the bound Talon assassin, but the thought of her twisted, alluring suggestion lingered in your mind. The quiet room was filled with an overpowering tension that seemed to hum in the air.

You hesitated for a moment, the thought of Widowmaker's proposition lingering in your mind. You remained standing, your body just a few inches away from her bound form. The scent of gunpowder and sweat filled the air. Your breathing was heavy, and your heart pounded. The room felt oppressive, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

You leaned in closer, whispering into Widowmaker's ear.

"Alright, Lacroix, I'll give you a deal." You spoke in a hushed tone. "If I allow you to expel my lust, I'll let you go. You'll walk out of here on your own two feet, and I won't track you down. We both forget this happened. But I want your word, here and now."

You could feel the heat radiating from her body, the scent of her perfume intermingled with the lingering stench of combat. Her stillness was eerie, and the only indication of her response was the rise and fall of her chest.

Widowmaker's lips curved into a small smile, exposing a set of sharp, white teeth. "A fair offer, Y/N. I accept your terms." Her voice was as cold as ever, but the seductive tone was unmistakable.

You hesitated for a moment, the deal seeming too good to be true. But, with a deep breath, you decided to go through with it.

"Alright," you stated, your voice firm. "But don't even think about betraying me. Once we're done, I'll set you free, and you leave. No turning back."

Widowmaker's stoic expression didn't change, but a glint of desire flickered in her yellow eyes. "Of course, Y/N." She responded, the promise of wicked pleasure in her voice.

You stepped back, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you contemplated your next move. The tension between the two of you was palpable; the room felt like it was about to explode. With a final, deep breath, you decided to proceed, ready to fulfill your end of the bargain.

Your hands tremble slightly as you unbuckle your belt and lower your pants, revealing your arousal. The anticipation of this encounter had been building, and you couldn't suppress the excitement coursing through you.

You moved closer to the chair and untied Widowmaker's legs. Her plump ass remained firmly planted in the seat, but her legs now dangled free. You spread them apart, giving you access to her most intimate area. The fabric of her suit was tight, but you managed to tear a small hole right at the entrance of her slit.

"Looks like I'll have to do this the old-fashioned way," you panted, your voice thick with lust. "I bet your body's itching for some relief, Lacroix."

Without waiting for a response, you positioned yourself between her legs, aligning your throbbing member with her soaking entrance. You slowly sank into her, the sensation of her tight warmth enveloping you sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

"Mmm, yes..." you moaned, your voice hoarse. "You feel incredible, Lacroix. I never knew you were this tight."

You began to thrust, your movements slow and deliberate, savoring the sensations. Widowmaker's body was a perfect fit, her folds clenching rhythmically around your length. You couldn't resist the urge to cup her plump ass, squeezing the firm flesh in your hands.

"Your ass is pure perfection, it feels amazing in my hands, Lacroix," you groaned, leaning down to nip at her earlobe. "I could spend hours just massaging it."

Your thrusts grew more aggressive as the passion between the two of you grew. Widowmaker's head rolled back, her body responding to your every touch. You leaned down, your mouth trailing kisses along her neck, causing her to arch her back in pleasure.

"Uungh, Y/N, I need you, deeper, please... Ah, nnn..." she moaned, her voice thick with desire.

You couldn't help but let out a groan of your own, your grip on her hips tightening.

"You feel so good around me," you panted, voice deep with need. "You're gonna make me lose control, Lacroix."

Your thrusts grew harder, more urgent, the air thick with the scent of sweat and lust. Widowmaker's moans grew louder, her body trembling beneath yours.

"Ahh, Y/N, I'm cumming, cumming hard, yes, Y/N, yes!" she cried out, her body convulsing as an orgasm ripped through her.

Watching her climax pushed you over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, you let out a guttural moan, filling her with your release.

"Fuck, Lacroix," you panted, your body trembling. "You're going to cost me an entire day of work."

You collapsed, panting, onto her chest, your heart pounding in your ears. The room was filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, the aftershocks of your intense encounter still coursing through your bodies.

Slowly, the reality of what had just happened began to sink in, but for now, you basked in the post-coital haze, the tension between the two of you replaced by an unspoken understanding.

As the afterglow of your first encounter began to fade, Widowmaker leaned in, her lips brushing against yours. Her soft, warm breath mingled with yours, and you felt the familiar pull of desire returning.

You broke the kiss, your eyes locking with hers. "Do you want another round, Lacroix?" you asked, your voice thick with lust.

Widowmaker nodded lustfully, a devious glint in her eyes. "Yes, Y/N, but this time, I want to be in control," she purred, her French accent thickening.

You untied her bonds, and she dropped her legs to the floor. Her costume was still partly torn, revealing her wetness. She grabbed your hand and led you to the couch, pushing you gently onto your back.

Widowmaker straddled you, guiding your still hard member to her entrance. You felt her tightness enveloping you, and she began to rock her hips, sliding you in and out of her at a slow, teasing pace.

"Mmm, Y/N, you feel so good," she moaned, her hips grinding against yours. "I love how you fill me up."

You reached up and cupped her breasts, the weight of them in your hands feeling perfect. Widowmaker arched her back, her head thrown back, her body moving with the rhythm you'd set.

"Oh, Y/N... Ungghhh, your cock is hitting all the right spots!" she cried out, her back arched, her ass undulating.

Widowmaker guided you to the edge of the couch, the change in angle providing even deeper penetration. You could see her plump ass jiggling with each thrust, the sight driving you wild.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, "Mmm... ahhh... fuck, yes! Keep going, baby."

You pulled her up, your lips meeting hers in a hungry kiss, your hands gripping her hips, guiding her body up and down your length.

Widowmaker pushed herself up, her eyes locked with yours. "Uuhhh, I'm close, don't stop, Y/N!"

You gave her hips a firm slap, feeling a delicious shiver run through her body. You flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees on the couch, her ass still presented to you like the perfect offering.

"Uahh, you are driving me wild, Lacroix," you growled, giving her ass a firm smack.

You plunged into her from behind, the tightness of her pussy sending a shockwave through your body. Widowmaker's moans grew louder, her hips bucking to meet your thrusts.

You lowered yourself to her ear, your breath hot against her skin. "Fuck, Y/N, harder! I want to feel that cock pound into me!"

You obliged, your thrusts becoming more forceful, your balls slapping against her ass with each movement. Widowmaker's cries grew louder, her French accent thickening, "Ugh, Y/N, you're breeding me like the wild stallion you are."

As you watched her body tremble beneath you, you felt the familiar pressure building. Widowmaker's eyes locked with yours, her face a mask of pure lust.

You gave one final, powerful thrust, your release spurting into her. Widowmaker cried out, her orgasm washing over her.

"Oh, Y/N, pound my pussy, I want that cum!" she shouted, her back arching as she came.

You collapsed onto her back, your chest heaving, sweat dripping down your temples. Widowmaker's body trembled beneath you, her breathing ragged.

"Ahh, Y/N, your cock... I can't take it, I'm cumming!" she cried out, her body convulsing, her release coating your cock.

When your breathing had returned to normal, you looked down at Widowmaker, her hair tousled, her makeup smeared. Your heart raced as you realized what had transpired between the two of you, but for now, you savored the moment, the heat of your bodies still entwined.

"Uhhh, yes, Y/N, fuck me, don't stop, don't you dare stop," Widowmaker whispered, her voice heavy with satisfaction.

You didn't respond, simply pressing a soft kiss against her neck, content to linger in the aftermath of your heated encounters. As she caught her breath, you trailed your fingers through her damp curls, her body still humming from the orgasm you'd just given her. She looked up at you, her eyes unfocused, her lips parted in a soft smile.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against her earlobe before whispering, "Lacroix, I have a proposition for you."

Widowmaker met your gaze, her eyes piercing into yours. There was silence for a moment, the only sound was the soft rustling of her breathing.

You slowly inserted a finger into her wetness, gently massaging her inner walls. Widowmaker gasped, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Ah, Y/N, you're still so... insatiable," she said, her voice heavy with lust.

You continued to stroke her, the rhythm slow but deliberate, your thumb teasing her clit. Widowmaker's body began to tremble, her breathing became labored.

"Mmm, Y/N, don't stop," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Your finger began to move faster, Widowmaker's moans growing louder. "Ahh, Y/N, I'm close, I can't... I can't take it!"

You withdrew your finger, then replaced it with two, curling them to hit her g-spot. Widowmaker's back arched, her legs trembling.

"Oh, daddy, stopppp... Ahhh... ahhh, don't... stop...!" she cried out, her voice almost a plea.

Her walls clenched around your fingers, the waves of her orgasm washing over her. You continued to stroke her until her body stilled, her breaths shallow and shaky.

You removed your fingers, leaning down to kiss her softly on the lips. When you pulled away, you looked her in the eye.

"Lacroix, your talent is wasted on Talon. I'm offering you a chance to join the good fight, to make a difference. It's time to leave your past behind and start a new chapter."

Widowmaker stared at you, her eyes reflecting a mixture of thought and uncertainty. Her stoic expression didn't falter, but her eyes hinted at the inner turmoil she faced.

You waited, allowing her time to consider your proposal. The silence stretched on, the tension in the room palpable.

Finally, Widowmaker nodded, her voice low and firm. "Y/N, I'll consider it."

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips. "That's all I can ask for, Lacroix."

With that, the two of you lay entwined on the couch, the night still young and full of possibilities.

The future was uncertain, but for now, the promise of change lingered in the air. Widowmaker's stoic yet sultry demeanor remained, but perhaps, just perhaps, a small crack had formed, allowing hope to seep in.

And so, a new chapter began for Widowmaker, one that would test her loyalty and push her to confront her past.

[Let me know if you want a part two or if you want me to make this a long running story. And let me know who else you'd want to see a fic about.]

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NSFW Alphabet with Widowmaker x shy girlfriend 💗?

Widowmaker NSFW Alphabet (with shy Gf)

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Depending on the night and how Amélie's feeling, the amount of affection she'll give you after sex varies. If she had pushed you out of your comfort zone then she'll curl her body around yours while whispering praises in your ear. If it was a typical night then she'll leave a good amount of space between you two but she will allow you to hold her hand/arm (she secretly loves when you trace her tattoo).

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Amélie loves her legs/ass solely based off the fact that you love them so dearly. She absolutely adores how you look between them when she makes you eat her out till she's satisfied.

Amélie favors your hands. Your hands seem so much more pure than hers. No matter what you've done or who you are - they offer her relief from the grief that she continues to suffer from. When you're hands are interlaced, it feels like some of her guilt's been washed away. (And your fingers know exactly how to fuck her but that's not the point)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

She's not a huge fan of the taste of cum but wants you to be obsessed with hers. I feel like Amélie tastes pretty sweet because of her strict diets which makes her cum all the more addicting. This may be because of how possessive she is but Amélie gets off from seeing her cum on you. Whether it's smeared on your chin from riding your face or dripping down your fingers and wrist - she loves seeing it on you.

D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

We all know that Olivia has access to all of the cameras throughout Talon's base. But who would've thought that Amélie would purposely take you to rooms where she knows a camera is so Olivia can watch just how good Amélie fucks you. She mainly started doing this because Olivia would playfully flirt with you before you and Amélie had gotten together, so she had to prove to the hacker who's name you scream when you're at the height of your orgasm.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

Amélie's experience was cut short due to her marriage with Gerard. She was married off to him at a pretty young age - abstaining from sex until she was properly wed. After turning into the ruthless assassin, the very idea of sex repelled her, at least not when she was still grieving over Gerard's death. But that all changes when you two get together. Amélie isn't clueless though, she's touched herself countless times and knows how to make you cum in record time.

F = Favorite Position

Face riding/sitting and reverse cowgirl. Something about seeing you smothered between her thick thighs gets her going, maybe it's how powerful she feels - like a queen on her throne but she loves this position and keeps you between her thighs until their numb. Amélie's favorites definitely connect to the fact that she loves feeling in control. When she rides your strap in reverse cowgirl style, she'll have you cuffed to the headboard so all you do is watch. Just imagine how good her ass looks, bouncing up and down on your 8 inch strap that's stuffed deep inside her pussy. Amélie loves hearing your moans and groans from the visual, and on occasion she'll degrade you - mocking how such a shy girl's so filthy.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Listen, it's already hard to get her to laugh normally so getting her to be a little silly during intercourse is not happening. Maybe during your first time together, when you're nerves are amped to the max - she'll let loose and giggle once or twice but you're not really getting more than that.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

Amélie's a woman of class. She may be blue but that never stopped her from looking her best. Amélie's European. Her hair is thick. The carpets most definitely match the drapes so you're dealing with a thick head of hair and pubes. Her hair grows extremely fast but she tries to keep it relatively short. The length varies but Amélie keeps it in a controlled triangle.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Intimacy pairs with the aftercare - it depends on the night and how Amélie's feeling. The intimacy usually increases when she's been feeling desolate. Especially if you have sex near the date of Gerard's death or if Moira had been experimenting on her again. During these times she'll let her walls down and put you in control. Amélie won't say much, just burying her head into your shoulder while your hands gently unravel her woes.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

Like I said earlier, Amélie's well acquainted with her fingers because of the dry sex life she had in her previous relationship. But with you? Oh honey, you're gonna be dragged into closets, spare rooms; pushed against basically any surface to soothe her sex drive. Why would she waste her energy fucking herself when she has you?

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Exhibitionism, BDSM, Temperature play, Bondage,

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Probably her bedroom in the castle since it makes you feel the most comfortable. It literally has anything you could possibly want. The bed is huge and has the headboard that she loves cuffing you to, the fireplace that sets the mood and countless surfaces for you two to have fun on (and the chest of toys hidden away under her bed). Amélie's bedroom just feels romantic with all the accents of purples, maroons, silks and furs.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your shy nature is one of the biggest motivators for Amélie. She loves seeing you squirm and shake whenever she touches you. Hell, even just her stare can have you flushing. And she eats it up. Amélie loves unraveling you like a little present, caught in her web - picking at your shy facade until you break. Pushing you to your limits until your crying and begging for her. Turning you into her little slut's the biggest turn on for her.

N = No (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Amélie refuses to have sex/intercourse in certain areas of the castle because they remind her too much of her past and Gerard. Places like her old practice room and Gerard's study are closed off to never be touched again.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers receiving 100%. Amélie loves your tongue more than any toy in her stash, she could literally ride and grind against it for hours. But, that doesn't mean she can't give head. Babe if she wants to eat you out she's gonna do a damn good job. Amélie's tongue is slow and precise, the excruciating pace slowly driving you to the brink of madness. Like I said before, she doesn't really like the taste of cum so getting head from her is a luxury.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Very slow and sensual. Amélie loves drawing out everything so she can really soak up the reactions from you. It's just so adorable seeing the effect she has on you. If you get a little bratty or bold then she'll get rougher but never faster. No, if anything she gets slower. Edging you at an incredibly slow pace that you can't help but to beg for mercy.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Amélie prefers taking her time but thoroughly enjoys a good quickie here and there simply because of how shy you get when she pulls you into a small closet or corner to have a little fun. She does it pretty often, especially when the risk factor's particularly high. During quickies, Amélie's faster than usual - usually taking the reins and pinning you to the wall with her hand over your mouth.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

Amélie's always open to finding new ways to make you squirm. She loves the thrill and high she gets from taking you in public - knowing that someone could walk in at any moment just to see how much of a dirty girl you really are. (She always makes sure to take a precaution - aka her poison - so no one can actually see you but the idea is still thrilling. And if someone does walk in, she'll just knock them over the back of their head in the blink of an eye.)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Have you seen this girl run up multiple staircases without even breathing a little harder? Amélie's stamina is almost scarily high. She can go round after round, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you or herself. Be prepared because she loves overstimulating you. But at the same time, she's gonna make you her personal chair for well over four orgasms.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves)

Amélie prefers using her toys on you. When it comes to her own pleasure, she'll choose your tongue any day. Favorites of hers: Bluetooth connected vibrator, regular hitachi wand, and her favorite strap.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Amélie's so unfair it hurts. She'll tie you up and edge you for hours as punishment over minor offenses, she just wants to find any excuse to edge you. And with the bluetooth vibrator..? You're fucked. During date nights, Amélie will force you to wear the vibrator in your panties and she'll play with it on her phone throughout the night. She just adores the blush on your face and the way you bite into your plump lip to try and keep quiet.

V = Volume (How loud are they, what sounds do they make)

She's pretty quiet in and out of the bedroom. Amélie pretty much just lets out sighs and grunts, when she's about to cum she'll moan quietly.

W = Wildcard (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Secretly likes anal. Amélie discovered this early on as a teen but didn't bother telling Gerard since he was very vanilla. She won't initiate anal play unless you do it first. Amélie wants to mainly receive it but she would kill to see you with a pretty butt plug that has a gem atop it.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants)

Amélie's inner folds are longer than her outer ones, sticking out past them. Her clit's pretty small and she has an overall deep purple color.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

Her sex drive's pretty high, after being sex-deprived and touch starved for so long - it made her drive increase a decent amount. But you are dating one of the top agents of talon so you only have so much free time with her. This means you guys have sex maybe two or three times a week.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depending on the day, Amélie can feel a lot of things after such intimacy. She frequently waits until you're asleep so she can have a smoke on her balcony. When she comes back she'll just look at you until she starts to fall asleep, admiring your face and maybe even whispering small praises in french. This is when she feels the most comfortable being vulnerable, oftentimes you'll be just awake enough to catch her whispering "Je t'aime"

[drefear]

Mon Cœur Caché

Summary: She’s the daughter of the famous assassin from Talon, “Widowmaker,” And Spiderman 2099 is helping her train, but he finds out later that she’s just like her mother- a true-to-call black widow.

(A twisted smut between Overwatch 2, and ATSV)

TW: Violence, guns, smut, p in v, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), fighting, lying, a little bit of angst, a hint of mom death.

AN: I woke up at 7 in the morning to write this from a dream I had that had NOTHING to do with this fanfiction. Nothing at all, but here I am. Also I love Overwatch and I'm a Widow main (im so sorry) so here is my perfect scenario of angst, sex, and violence. ;)

Metal clanked against metal as the rods being used in this particular training were heavy and loud, but the young woman persisted as the large man she was practicing with barely broke a sweat. She, on the other hand, was drenched in sweat and huffing profusely. Her heart rattled like bird bones in a cage as she registered how difficult doing this would be. 

“Cmon, you got this, one more round.” Miguel’s voice echoed in the dojo room of the spider society and the girl shook her head, a dryness beginning to crawl up her throat as she encouraged her to fight her fatigue. 

“I can’t, I feel like I’m dying. I need water!” She begged and he smiled, finally lenenting and dropping his weapon against her. She dropped to a squat with her hands on her knees and gasped for air, using her own body to help her stay standing as he lifted the rod and leaned it against her shoulder, his other hand on his hip as he watched her struggle. 

“In a week, you won't even be struggling to fight me.” 

“You’re either a miracle worker, or a perfect liar.” She mumbled and coughed a bit, before he handed her a water bottle. 

“Widow.” He spoke her codename softly and she keened at the resonance. Well, she would keen if she wasn’t fighting for her life against oxygen right now. But his voice really was the most soothing sound she’d ever heard. “You are going to be amazing.” 

—

A week went by, and training was just as strenuous, but she managed with slightly more ease and not as much choking on air, which was a good sign to her. 

She walked through the building closer, and scanned to see if anyone was watching before placing a fist-sized octagon, something glowing until it completely disappeared from sight and blended in with everything around her. She was amazed by the technology and then acted like nothing happened. A smile rose to her face as she felt her own taste of success. 

—

Later that night, she’d stayed late to train with Miguel once more, using throwing knives tonight to learn accuracy and technique. As she struck the air and made a stunning throw, the knife landing in the center of the target, Miguel chuckled and grabbed her throwing hand. 

“I think you’re a little too good at this.” He smiled down to her and she felt a warmth like molten lava bubble and pop in her belly, his voice making her stand completely still. His eyes found hers and she read his as a dark thought passed by her mind, both seemingly reading each other’s new feelings. She noticed he’d gotten closer. Much closer, and she was happy to close the distance as he replaced the space between them with his hot lips on hers. The kiss moved and glided against one other in a wonderful trade of sensuality, little sounds turning into louder and heavier moans. Miguel’s hands reached beneath her and picked her up against his body, slamming her backwards on the wall behind them as she kissed him more hastily than before, the temperature between them practically sizzling in the night air. She felt his tongue move inside of her mouth and she wondered what other talents his tongue had, before he began moving down her body with his lips still on hers, as if he read her mind. Hot, open-mouthed kisses trailed down her neck and soon, he was stripping her of her clothing, showing off her hardened nipples from both the pleasure and the frigid temperature in the training room. 

He smirked at her waiting breast and quickly latched on, rough and rushed as he sucked her like he was a man drinking his last drop of water. She leaned her head against the wall and rolled her hips against him as he chuckled, the vibrations of his laugh making her go crazy with lust as she felt it against her pert tit. 

His hands gripped her thighs harder and he licked fat stripes down her belly, before rubbing the outside of her skin-tight jumpsuit and then haphazardly shredding the fabric with his own talons to create an opening in the center. 

He stared at her dripping core and growled under his breath, seeing the creamy juices dribble down her leg and make him hungrier. He was feasting right now, and he wouldn't be full until he tasted every inch of her. 

His mouth found her most sensitive button and she cried out as he sucked on it, following this with inserting a finger and exploring her insides. The plush feeling of her walls made him drunk with need, and he began to thrust his finger faster and faster, until a slight curl made her scream as loud as she could and finish right on his face. 

When she was clearly done, he smirked once more and stared at her before standing tall and trapped her with his arms against the wall. He didn’t say a word as he removed his bottoms and spring free of his underwear, making her face go red with embarrassment and intimidation. She looked between his one rod and his face, but he kept the same expression the whole time, unlike her unfiltered surprise. 

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long.” He whispered and she shivered, dragging her nails down his chest as he picked her up and balanced her in his arms and against the wall once more. “It might hurt.” He warned and she nodded, before his tip prodded against her entrance and she gasped at the stretch when he entered. He could feel her legs shake a bit as he kept pushing into her and she bit her lip to avoid thinking of the pain until it was suddenly gone and replaced with overwhelming pleasure. He jerked his hips and she groaned loudly, making him want to hear it again and bouncing her a bit between him and the wall. She could feel herself getting close already and he was nowhere near done, but she couldn’t help it. As he leaned down and bit into her neck a bit, liquid wet the middle of them as slid down their abdomens as she cried out, pulling him closer against her chest and listening to him begin to get ravenous. His thrusts were beginning to get harsh and almost violent against her, plummeting inside her over and over as she thought she might lose her voice over how much she was screaming his name, and his body slammed into her so hard, she thought she’d surely have a bruised cervix after this. 

He was so close and-

BWAAAM BWAAAM BWAAAM!!

Loud alarms signaled an intrusion overhead as red lights blared. How fitting. 

He hissed as he saw this and moved to end their passionate embrace, but she held him tight. 

“So close-” She mumbled, but he shook his head. 

“This first, and then we can continue all night, mi aranita.” He explained and quickly found his bottoms once more. “I’ll go check upstairs, you find other pants.” He smirked at her playfully and she nodded, seeming nervous and serious now. How unlike her, but he thought maybe she was frustrated or regretful. They could talk later, but now there was someone here that shouldn’t be and he had to find them first. 

The corridors of the spider society headquarters were empty, quiet, aside from the obnoxious alarms. Nothing seemed out of order until he looked a bit closer. There was a holographic tech-connector in his office, a small little octagon that was glowing a pink light. All at once, things became clear, and he could hear running from down the hall. 

“Widow!” He shouted and began to put puzzle pieces together.

As he was doing his best to find her, she was currently dashing across the main lobby of headquarters with Sombra not far behind. The chip in her ear beeped and she knew Talon could hear her. 

“Who’s there?” She asked, running as fast as she could to get Miguel to follow her, distracting him a little to get more time and plan an exit. 

“It’s me, mija. I’ve tracked the best exit and it’s on the roof. We’ve got the jet waiting there, but hurry or I’m sending in Mauga.” 

“No!” She protested Sombra, and there was silence on the other end at her exclaim, “I just mean there’s no reason to fight him. I’ll be out soon.” She concluded and checked her surroundings before she felt goosebumps against her back and knew she was being watched. Tapping her mask and going into heat detection mode, she saw him hiding agiainst a large wall near the 4th floor. Slinging her grappling hook, she flew through the air and past him towards the 5th floor and he growled. 

“You sneaky little-” 

“Aranita?” She finished his sentence and smiled, blowing a kiss as she found herself at the doors of his office and pushed through the metal doors before they heavily slammed and locked in shutdown mode. She ran up to his large computer and pulled out the small plug in that she’d placed there earlier in the day, smiling at her own handiwork before jumping from the sound of the doors opening. The red alarms flashed against Miguel’s beautiful face and she cursed under her breath as she would have to find a way to get to the roof from here if she wanted to make it out of the building alive. 

“You lied to me.” He hissed and stalked towards her, making her both excited and scared. 

“I lied to everyone. Don’t take it so personal.”

“You fucked me.”  

“Technically, you fucked me. I just didn’t say no.” She playfulled answered as he was now only a few feet away. She glanced down, seeing her grappling hook almost at full charge, and stepped towards him, making him stop and stand still. “And who says I don’t want to do it again? You didn’t finish, right?”

He was quiet, analyzing her as she spoke sweet words and tried to get him to speak.

“You work for Talon?”

“I am my mother’s daughter.” She referred to her mother, the famous Widowmaker fromTalon, who was killed in an accident on a mission years prior. No one had ever known she had a daughter until she just showed up one day and was trained. He thought of how sad it was, that she’d only known how to be a ruthless, coldblooded killer and nothing else. 

“Stay with me. We can fight for the good.” He tried to reason with her, tried to talk some sense into her and she just smiled a distant, beautiful grin, and her grappling hook shot to the ceiling above her before jerking her up towards the roof quickly. “No!” He shouted and began jumping from platform to platform, anchoring himself with his arm blades, but she was faster and she found the glass ceiling in mere seconds. Throwing her weight into it, she shielded her eyes and crashed herself through, landing with a roll on the roof and seeing a few familiar faces. 

The cold rush of wind slapped her face as she felt Sombra grab her arm and yank her to a standing position, tiny cuts on the open areas of her assassin suit, and she gave the hispanic hacker a smile. 

“Right on time-” She spoke, but Miguel grabbed her hard and pulled him to his chest, glaring at the other woman who frowned and sighed. 

“Miguel.” 

“Sombra.” He sneered as he said her name and she shook her head, smiling as he held her niece against him tightly. “You’re not taking her.” 

“We never have taken her. She came to us on her own, isn’t that right, mija?” She called to her with a nickname, showing their comfortability and the young widow girl pushed away from him  as Sombra smirked. “Anything else?” 

He reached towards her, but a sharp shot that burned his skin made him freeze. He looked up and saw a jet hovering over them, with a man around his size standing there with two large guns in his hands and a devious grin on his face. 

“They’re coming home, whether you like it or not.” He grumbled, making Miguel stop and glare at them all. 

“Widow…” He called to her one more time, but she turned her back and gave him a solemn look, an empty gaze with nothing but anger. 

“Adieu, Mon Caur.” She whispered the French and her true accent showed through, Miguel stopping cold and staring in disbelief. Had she fooled him so easily? Was he too open to others that he was blind to seeing her true nature? He refused to believe it, and as the jet pulled away, he knew he saw a heavy tear pass down her cheek and vowed to free her from whatever prison they had put her in, mental or not. 

[liam-neesons-best-girl]

ღ Love Languages

Summary: The love language of Liam Neeson characters ღ

ICYMI: A love language is the way a person prefers to express their love and or receive it from a partner. There is no one right way to love!

Warnings: f!reader, mdni, 18+

Acts of Service - (Rob Roy)

He loves being the head of the house and the provider for you and your family

He never stifles the chance to do some heavy lifting if it means a happier wife is waiting for him

Pride swells in his chest when he watches the burning logs he chopped hours earlier warm you in the dead of night

Seeing him tend to cattle and use his whip to tame horses stirs something within you

He recognizes the labor you perform in the home and feels like it is only right to take some of that burden off of you

One day he sees you washing pottery and comes up behind you at the water basin to "help" but starts kissing up your hairline

"I'm trying to work here" you giggle out as he wrap his has from around your frame to take the pottery out of your hands to place on the ground

He turns you around to face him, your hands covered in suds, and he looks to you with pure adoration

He thought of the best service he could give you: another child

He wouldn't rest until you were waddling around the house with the swell of your belly serving as a reminder of his love for you - being able to wait on you hand and foot as you make him a father

Quality Time - (Carl Wayne Anderson: Suspect)

You met Carl in the county jail when you were assigned to his case as a public defender

from then on he liked being around you, be it in one on one meetings or by your side during trial

A shy smile is buried under his thick beard when you stay an extra two hours with him to prepare for a hearing the next day

He's learning to write more legibly for trial, for you

You have so much patience, he thinks, never giving up on him when he flips a 'b' to a 'd' or gets made at himself for mistakes and lashes out (never on you)

He feels a warmth that radiates off of you, drawing him closer, feeling less on edge regarding his surroundings and judgmental jurors

You are also one of the only people who keep eye contact with him when speaking. So many people are intimidated by him but you meet his gaze with compassion

When he gets an unexpected visitors notice over the weekend he isn't surprised to see you there with a thick binder of exhibits to go over, takeout food, and a new packet of chalk

Time is always fleeting and delicate, but that pressure was amplified knowing Carl was on trial and risking time in prison

You two never had any short encounters either, always an hour or longer, though he wished you could stay forever

Receiving Gifts - (Capt. Mikhail Polenin: K-19 The Widowmaker)

His long deployments at sea made him yearn for you, day in day out

To serve as a reminder of his faith and his love, he showers you with gifts of all kinds

a necklace with his initial, fragrant perfumes, silky soft nighties, and a gorgeous bouquet of flowers when he meets you at the pier

Nothing is too extravagant for a man who didn't know if he would ever see you again

You tell him he is in your thoughts every day and that you have no eyes for anyone else but he wants the world to know he is your shadow, he is your man by your side or 3,000 miles away

He also sends you love letters as often as he can

They are full of poetry and prayers to see you again

You saved each and everyone of them, keeping them safe in your jewelry box until you can hear him say them to you in person

His favorite gift you have given him was a collection of photographs of yourself. Some are headshots, or from home-movies, not to mention the nude photograph of you wearing his dog tags

You are his gift from God. You are his motivation to complete his mission. You are his motivation to live

Physical Touch - (Hannibal: The A-Team)

The man is handsy and his pent up emotions from training and deployment has him eager to touch you any way he can

He has some restraint when he is around new recruits, trying to show composure as an upper level officer with just his hand resting on the small of your back

He is a bit more loose around his team members, knowing he has earned their respect and won't lose it if they see him slightly simping over you

He'll pull you into his lap instead of a folding chair, insisting that you'd be more comfortable on his lap this way instead of the flimsy plastic

He will twirl your hair or tap a beat to your thigh absent mindedly while listening to a mate of his talk, relaxed in knowing you are there, you are actually there with him

When you are finally alone he will worship you for hours until you are overstimulated and a whimpering mess under him

He doesn't half ass any mission either, so once he has made you cum all night, he will give you the best after care, cuddling you and massaging your sore legs

He loves it when you make the first move and interlock you fingers with his on the walk from base to a pub

Feeling 10 feet tall he strides around base knowing only he can touch you, only he can get close enough to smell your hair, caress your skin, taste your desperation and love

Leaving you is like tearing off a limb for him, but he'll squeeze you tight to embed in his memory your edges, your fit in his arms

Words of Affirmation - (Qui-Gon Jinn: Star Wars)

He lives by his comm link so you never are too far away

You are concerned that your calls are annoying but he assures you are music to his ears to hear about your day, a funny story, or to lull him to sleep with a song

He reads constantly to find new words to express his love for you. Deeper, sensual praise that you could never forget about and have only heard Qui-Gon use

There is never a day when he doesn't say good morning and good night, letting you know you are the first and last thing he thinks of each day

Pet names are reserved for you, rarely does he give that affection to outsiders (he still has love for Obi and Ani)

Praise kink!!

His cadence in bed, the tempo his words follow to punctuate his movements are delicious

When he hears you whimper and thank him for being so caring he thinks he could cum in his pants right then and there

You are in ecstasy when he talks you through your high and climax together

He says "I love you" more often then he breathes, since you are his life line

[butterslapzme]

Sweet - Widowmaker x Reader [One-Shot]

[A/N] This is my first time really posting and using tumblr. I usually reside on AO3... Learning formatting. Thank you for understanding. Enjoy.

Relatively SFW. Mostly fluff/teasing. Female Reader insert, but can be Neutral.

You had agreed to go out of the country to go on this mission, but really, you just wanted to go just to see Paris. A little self-indulging to vacation since you hardly got the time, but you knew how to act professionally. Being suggested to pair up with the infamous, Widowmaker, you were maybe a little skittish around her alone.

Luckily, she was neutral to you, as you were both only acquainted. As long as you did your part, everything was fine. Just her medic, but you were experienced with various weapons, but only when necessary. The killing was Widow's job anyway, and everyone knew how deadly accurate she was with her sniper. 

Both of you stayed in Hotel Beau Ciel for the evening, and you were gawking out the window staring at the Eiffel tower. The room was very luxurious from what you're used to. Glancing out the window, your eyes hooked onto Amélie sitting on the balcony reading a book.

Biting your lower lip you took walked to open the doors to the balcony as she ignored your presence. Wanting to strike up a conversation, your lips twitched and formed to make words, but nothing came out at first.

You cleared your throat to break the silence. "...Glad we got paired up, Lacroix."

There was a little silence before yellow eyes took a glimpse at you with disinterest.

"I tolerate you. The feeling is mutual." she hummed plainly.

Back to reading the book, she flipped a page and crossed her legs. Holding your breath, you struggled to find more words of initiation. Staring at her long straight hair that was usually up in a ponytail was captivating as it would flow in the summer breeze.

From her hair, to her bare shoulders in a casual outfit, it was interesting to not see her in her latex suit get-up. You flinched when you heard a knockback from inside the hotel.

Furrowing her brows, she turned half her head to the knocking as well. 

"Who is that?" She asked, glaring up at you, knowing she didn't expect anyone.

"Relax, it's just the hotel service... I got hungry." You scoffed at her distrust and walked back in to respond to the door.

There was a trolley of various sweets you ordered and just nodded to the omnic that brought the cart instead of bothering to say thank you.

Amélie watched, her expression softening once you closed the door, no one else coming back in but you. Resuming her book, she was interrupted by your incoming footsteps from behind again.

"Dieu..." She muttered. "What is it now?" 

"I'd thought maybe you'd want something to drink." 

Turning all the way around, you held a wine glass in your hand, and in the other a bottle of French wine with a label you'd likely butcher if you had read it yourself. This had surprised her.

You thought of her even if it wasn't exactly a wine of her tastes. Raising your brows, you awaited her response, expecting to be rejected just by her normal cold attitude. Amélie didn't say much, but she did stand and close the balcony doors, bringing herself inside. 

You didn't mean to, but you smiled a little, popping the cork off and pouring her the shimmering red liquid, the aroma very pleasing.

"Merci." Amélie thanked, sitting on a nearby sofa, again she crossed her legs and leaned back.

"Sure," you muttered softly.

Taking a sip, she watched you go to the coffee table, taking off the metallic lids to behold the dishes. Your eyes lit like magic, looking at the cannelés, crème brûlée, and wrapped crepes.

You felt like a child being fascinated by sweets all over again. While she kept it discreet in her mind, Amélie was a little bit amused. Picking up the crepe plate first, you wanted to sit next to her on the sofa. 

Raising a brow, she took the hint and silently scoot over. Criss-crossing your legs up, you didn't even bother getting a napkin you didn't even use utensils.

Amélie gave you a bewildered look when you ate it with your fingers like a cupcake or something. She facepalmed and felt the heavy urge to correct you.

"Vous êtes désordre..." You had not paid any mind, usually not acknowledging when she would speak in her natural language. At least until she called you out by your last name. 

"Hm?" Freezing midchew, you stopped to look at her. "Tsk, Tsk, tsk." she suddenly leaned forward, her fingers reaching for your face. Your eyes widened, only inching back little by little.

You couldn't tell if it was the curiosity or fear that didn't make you not runoff. There was syrup chocolate left on your bottom lip and a little on your chin.

Wiping it off your chin with her thumb, she licked the syrup up, staring straight into your eyes as she did so.

You were speechless.

Hesitantly, you lowered the plate onto your lap and swallowed slowly. A small bit of whipped cream was squeezed from the crepe since you gripped too hard onto it. It landed on your chest and you sucked your teeth irritatedly, your ears perking to Amélie chuckling to herself.

"Ma chérie, are you doing it on purpose by now?" 

"N-No, it was on accident." You flustered and stuttered at her remark.

Should you be enticed or shocked? Maybe even scared. This was a strange side to see from her. And there was no way she was drunk. You leaned over to grab a napkin, placing the plate down on the coffee table again.

Taking your distraction as a chance to strike, she leaned forward again in advance. Instead of her fingers sweeping the sugar off your skin, her tongue licked it up, getting a good grip on your shoulder to lean on.

"Lacroix!" You gasped out.

Amélie was fascinated with your reaction. The way your face scrunched, your lips parted, and your brows twisted up. So full of emotion. 

It was nothing compared to getting a lovely, clean assassination, but doing this to you filled her with some sort of...

Satisfaction. 

Just a little.

"How sweet." Amélie purred.

Heat blasted in your body. Feeling anxious, you broke her up-close hardcore gaze. She didn't want you to look away, she truly wanted to drink in your emotions. Since you were hardly putting up a fight,  she encouraged herself to press on. 

Slim fingers reached over to the table, grabbing a spoon from the next plate with the crème brúlée. Staring at her slow movements, you felt tenser as she scooped up the dessert, and brought it to your lips. 

Breathing in slowly, you hesitated but gave in. Parting your lips, you admit the flavor on your tastebuds was amazing. When the spoon left your lips, it was clean.

Amélie hummed softly, as she traced the spoon on your skin. From your lips, down to your chin, down to your neck, and finally down to your chest. Holding your breath,  it dropped a little further down between your breasts.

"You truly are in for a treat, petit papillon."

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

[sporadic-gremlin]

Hiya! I have a question and a request?

Question is, will you still be writing for RE8?

And request would be Widowmaker getting dicked down maybe? GN reader please, thank you!

Yes I’ll still write for re8 but I also wanna write for other fandoms so if you guys have a fandom you wanna see recommend it to me and I’ll see what’s up. Reader is gn so it’s up to your imagination of what you have

———

Amélie gripped the sheets between her fingers tightly, pressing her face into the mattress. Her body tingled all around but especially between her thighs where her walls constricted around your length. A warm hand pressed down firmly on the cool skin of Amélie’s back, holding her down. Her broken moan was muffled by the sheets of the bed, your fingernails digging into the soft flesh of her skin.

Your face turned up in a scowl at feeling Amélie throw her hips back to meet your thrusts. Each time your pelvis connected with her ass, Amélie felt a tiny bit of her sanity slip away. Ever since she stepped foot into the house, you jumped her—pinned her up against the wall and nipped marks into her neck. You leaned forward, forcing her to lower her hips, until your hand gripped the headboard and you sheathed yourself inside of Amélie’s pussy.

“Y/n!” she gasped, jolts of pleasure racing up her body and inhibiting her from thinking about anything but you.

With a grunt, you leaned forward, forcing Amélie to lower her hips closer to the bed, and hilted yourself completely inside of her. Amélie tried biting her lip to muffle the groan that came out but failed. Your thrusts were shorter but deeper, more powerful. It left Amélie trembling beneath you, her fingers moving towards the top of the bed where she bent the springs to ground herself from your unrelenting lust. Amélie could feel herself getting closer and closer to that euphoric edge.

Her body ached but it was all worth it to feel how well you filled up her and put her in her place. A needy moan bubbles in Amélie’s throat, a telltale sign that she was close. A wicked smirk spread on your face when her arm moved between her legs to rub her clit. You pulled at her hair and leaned down until your breath was hot on her ear.

“No one will fuck you like I do, mon cheri. I’m the only one your pretty voice will sing out for. The only one.”

Amélie’s shoulders tensed up and her hips dropped at your words. Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave and it left her whimpering in exhausted pleasure, eyes squeezing shut. You continued to thrust into her spasming walls, fucking the woman through her orgasm and into another one. Amélie cried out, gripping the headboard and attempting to pull herself away. You drag her hand down and intertwine her fingers with yours.

“Don’t even think about running. I’m far from done with you.”

[kiwi-on-ice]

Public sex headcannons with Ashe, Sombra, Kiriko, Widowmaker and Venture with fem!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: smut 18+, public sex obvs, dom/sub dynamics hinted at in some, marking, fingering, strap ons, slight degradation in widowmaker's

Notes: I am a whore <3, also first time writing for venture, sorry to put them with the girls I just didn't want to do a whole new post for such small headcannons.

Ashe:

Sees public sex as a way of marking ownership of you, of showing everyone else that you're hers.

Property of the deadlock gang.

Will use it if you’ve been teasing her or generally being a brat, whisking you away to a secluded area or a storage closet and having her way with you.

Honestly loves the idea of getting caught, showing whoever that you’re her doll to use and worship whenever she wants. If someone does happen to walk in, she won't stop what she's doing and in fact will stare daggers at the unfortunate soul until they scramble to leave.

Don't worry, they won't breathe a word of this to anyone...if they know what's good for them

She’ll invite you to sit on her lap, whether in a gang meeting or in general, and not tell you that she’s wearing your favourite strap. With her hands on your hips, she’ll suitably rock you into it, making you wet as she only smirks and pretends to not know what she’s doing.

If you get so worked up and beg her nicely, she’ll take you to somewhere more private and rail you with her hand over your mouth to stop you screaming. Or if she’s feeling particularly mean, she’ll do everything in her power to make you moan while telling you that if you make a sound everyone will hear you.

Any time she feels like too many eyes are looking at you, she’ll shamelessly bite your neck and leave a mark.

She doesn't care, after all it's not like anyone has the power to stop her. So just stand there looking pretty on her arm as she fondles your pussy under your skirt, okay?

Sombra:

Oh she LOVES it.

Mainly loves sexting in public. She’ll send risky pictures when she knows you’re visiting friends or doing something important. If she really wants a reaction, she’ll send a recording of you from one of the times you were intimate.

If wherever you are has security cameras, she’ll hack into them so she can watch your reactions. If she’s feeling in a certain mood, she’ll tell you to do certain things and watch on the cameras to see if you comply.

Other than that, i feel like she’s into parties and the club scene. So expect some more risky dances together, especially if she’s had a bit to drink. Grinding against you, feeling you up, maybe even kissing your neck to show everyone how pretty you are when your skin flushes and your body trembles.

Loves to take you to the bathroom to bend you over the sink and finger you while the music blasts from the next room. She’ll tease you about how needy you are for her all the time (even though she’s the one who dragged you in there, but don’t tell her that unless you want to be forced on your knees with your face in her cunt to shut you up).

Don't be surprised if she films you there too. Don't worry, your pictures are certainly safe in the hands of the best hacker in the world. They're for her eyes only, and that's how they'll stay.

Kiriko:

She's way into teasing in public. Loves to have her hand on your waist, gently running it down before going back up, each time going lower and lower until she's practically feeling up your ass.

If you're wearing a skirt, she'll love to squeeze and grope at your thigh while you sit together.

She'll wait until your distracted or talking to someone before running it up your skirt, just skimming the fabric of your underwear to make you stutter or blush.

And in true switch fashion, she'd love it if you did the same to her. Her cheeks would burn as she'd giggle, her thighs not being able to decide whether to open up to let you touch her more or close them tight in embarrassment.

She's not so into public sex in bathrooms, but if you suggest doing it in a car? Oh she's all over you.

The closeness, the car windows fogging up...it's so exhilarating to her. If she's in a certain mood she may even make you touch yourself while she drives, directing what to do.

Or, to tease you if you're driving she'll touch herself lewdly in the hope you'll pull over and replace her fingers with your own.

Either way, you'll be on the side of the road somewhere as her head is buried between your legs.

Widowmaker:

Amélie is all about the hunt.

She'll have you try and get away from her, running down back alleys until she chases and gets you. To really make you feel like prey, she might fire her gun (ensuring it doesn't hit you of course) just to make you run that bit faster, to have your heart beating heavily.

This will lead to her taking you against the wall of some alleyway you thought you'd escape from, her hand over your mouth as her fingers thrust deep inside you.

She's big into fear play, so she'll hiss into your ear about how slutty you are to let her do this in public, and how anyone could hear or see you being taken against a brick wall.

However after you've been with her for a while, and she's able to unlock her emotions more readily, she'll love to tease you in public a different way.

Leaning in to your ear, whispering the dirty things she wants to do with you when you're home, gently tracing her nails up your arm to make you shiver.

Getting in an elevator and peppering kisses up your neck before the doors open again. Holding your hand and leading you to your room before not being able to make it to the bed before her tongue is in your mouth.

Give her the same energy back, make her feel desired and loved, and she'll be completely yours.

Venture:

Whether or not they're on an archaeological dig or not, they love camping...and they'll always suggest to share the same tent, or even the same sleeping bag...i'm sure you can see where this is going.

Strong arms holding you tightly in place against them as their fingers strum your clit expertly, not allowing you to squirm, just take it.

Would love to stick the fingers of their other hand in your mouth, giving you something to suck on to dull your noises. Don't want other campers to hear you, do you?

Similar to Kiriko, they'll also love, when you both are out together, to grope at your thighs, especially if you're wearing shorts or a skirt. They're a thigh person.

Will also smack your inner thigh to watch you jump, and laugh when you get flustered. They'll pay extra attention to any marks they'd left earlier on your thighs (trust me, you'll have marks), pinching them or just running their thumb over the bruises/bitemarks as you both talk.

However they also love being teased, particularly when they ramble. So get them in a museum, have them talking to you about a specific neolithic skeleton they're interested in before gently pulling their hair when nobody is looking. The stutter and hitch of their breath will be a sight to see.

And may or may not lead to them begging softly in your ear to let them take care of you, wherever is quiet and secluded enough.

[darling-answers]

HAI POOKIE CAN YOU DO A SOMBRA X WIDOW (Or Spiderbyte) X READER FANFIC PLEAAASEEEE

THIS IS A 18+ LESBIAN WRITING DO NOT READ THIS IF YOUR A MALE OR UNDER 18+!

WOOF WOOF WOOF I definitely will complete this Very good request! Thank you for requesting after reading my sexy Moicy request and asking for another poly GRRRR also thank you for private messaging me and giving me more for this fanfic, you satisfied my expectations and I appreciate people if you do this!

I did get off topic with the ask and I apologize if I need to rewrite this I will, but idk why I just felt like this fit really well with it. 😭🏃‍♀️

Working in the lab was hard, everyday it was a new thing and especially spending 75 hours in the lab with no sleep cause massive amounts of side effects to happen, knowing that you were starting to see them such as the beginning of slurring your speech causing even your lab partners to give you a confuse work when you started to ramble on something that they didn’t even understand even being on the same level as you are scientifically, they would just slowly back away and leave you alone to ramble alone to your own thoughts, the next side effect you started noticing was you couldn’t even stand up without your leg shaking erratically, so you option to sitting down and kept working. It got to the point even doctor O’Deoadrin and Kruiper notice the struggles you were having.

The admiration for you dedication and work made you a brilliant scientist the fact you did Blood typing and cross matching donor blood for patient transfusions; Testing blood for drug levels; Finding abnormalities in blood clotting made you a higher up scientist that even Moira admired your work and creation’s even stopping to get a better look of what your doing and to comment on her thoughts but when she started noticing you absolutely chaotic state the first one she notified was your Hacker wife. Without you even noticing she slips out of the lab and headed off towards your bedroom where she knows atleast one of your wives would be.

Knocking on the door at first she heard no reply from anyone, as she was about to walk away she heard a voice no two voices coming from the room, it was widowmaker and Sombra who was whispering about something, Moira jingles the knob than jingles it one more time and open it, revealing the two women who were sitting at the computer widowmaker watching Sombra type away clearly hacking something. Widowmaker is slowly whispering in the ear of her other wife as Moira clears her throat loudly.

It causes Sombra to whip her head around to face the door, cursing in Spanish her native language, “¡¿Qué diablos crees que estás haciendo en nuestra habitación?!” Widowmaker puts a hand on Sombra shoulder giving Moira a side eye and she lifts her eyebrow to make Moira continue. “ May you get your wife out of my lab before she causes my experiments to become devastating, I can’t have a girl running on haft ass sleep to be in a laboratory filled with very valuable materials and information.”

The concern look that was switch on widowmaker face when she heard about her wife condition caused her to stand up instantly , “ she, is not on vacation? We.. were told by her?” Widowmaker spoke out placing a hand on her hip while Sombra looked at her. Running widowmaker back as she curses in French, “ Why the hell was Mi Amor hiding the fact she was not on vacation leaving us behind but she was in the damn base the whole time! We want answers, and you will give it to us before I let Akane on that little secret that you so preciously keep from him.” The growl that was let out from Sombra mouth was one filled with venom, the natural aggression that followed was an uncommon sight but not one that Moira was not aware of.

“ Your Wife is working in a delicate situation that I need done right. Because she one of the best valuable asset to this cause she was the only one I would be willing to help out, naturally if you found out she even stayed up a day, you.. would have a all out effort to get her to bed… and I can’t have my expectations and experiments wasted off on human interaction, so to help me out, I asked her to assist with lieing to you guys and keeping you… distracted without you guys even realizing it.” She lets out a hum starting to walk away from the room when Sombra trails after her not far behind is widowmaker who clearly is frustrated with the aspect of not even realizing her naive wife fell for Moira tricks again.

Bursting into Moira lab before Moira could even stop Sombra with a huff she let them throw to get there wife out of the lab, “ a word with you after we’re done taking care of are wife is to be expected.” Widowmaker mumble as she walked into the lab right after Sombra did, looking at the back of the lab she could see her wife, spacing out while doing a lab experiment, her eyes glossy over as widowmaker walked in front of her wife mumbling some words in French trying to coax her wife to snap out of the haze coming to rub at her shoulder, a shudder is heard as a cognitive sound is heard as the lab experiment tube is place gently down on the rack.

“ What are you two doing here.?” You mumbled as you looked around the room trying to not reach the eyes of your two very clearly frustrated lovers, “ We could ask you the same thing.” Sombra, no Olivia said with a evil smirk meeting the eyes of Lacroix, the Spider women let out a hum as Olivia grabbed your shoulder gripping your arm in a harshly way, almost to harsh as she force you to make your way with her and lacroix on trail to your shared room, as you were pushed inside and on the bed, you knew, even in your tired draining state you knew you had little chance to get yourself out of this situation. They wouldn’t let you get your way not today.

“ Do you know how worried we were, Torado! Well, you had us all worried that you were out on vacation without telling us where you went you were in the lab the whole entire time, and you couldn’t even trust us to tell us the truth and lie to Moira?!? You have a treat in coming for you Puta, Now get up and take off your clothes, I want your lips sealed, not even a peep from you .” Olivia growled out, fisting some of your hair and yanking on it, causing a cry out of mouth which caused you to get slapped in the face.

“ mon amour, tu dois rester tranquille, je ne peux pas t'aider, tu as fait ça tout seul.” lacroix mumbled in your ear coming to gently help you up out of the bed and gently as she runs her hands all over your body laying kisses on your neck she helps you take off your clothes. “ You will be okay, I won’t let her go to far.” Once your naked bare infront of two beautiful women eyes to see Lacroix comes to gently turn your head from Olivia to her, gently grabbing at your cheeks and lean in to kiss her, widowmaker ushering you on the bed.

Widowmaker lays down after taking off her body suit and gently guides you to go on top of her, gently grabbing at the hair that Olivia had wrapped around her fingers and gently push it away from the harsh grip. Lacroix comes to gently guide your face to the most intimate part of a humans life. Her nipples were perky and ready to be sucked on like a newborn baby weaning for milk, as she comes to gently put her nipple in your mouth harsh hands come to roughly lift your bottom up. A strangle gasp and moan leaves your mouth as a harsh slap was given to your ass. The stinging of the pain cause a few more whimpers to be let out as a cold tongue is instantly felt circling around your clit, a shiver and whine is let out of your mouth as your eyes felt like it rolled in the back of your skull when you felt Sombra tongue start giving kitten licks to your Quivering pussy.

She blew a few small air onto your foot causing a squirm to be reacted from you as she comes to lick at your clit harder while moving her slimmer fingers up to your vaginal opening swirling around the opening before jabbing her fingers in your pussy cause a whimper and a sob to come from your mouth, as she mocks your cry she comes to start sucking on your clit that starts to get red and puffy, noticing that your close to your edge she suddently stops and just lets out a hum.

“ i don’t think bad girls deserve to cum for not listening to there mommy?” You hear her say just Barely, to frustrated about the orgasm that was lost. Coming to gently grab at Lacroix breast you make the move to nestle in her grasp as she mumbled to your other wife about how cruel Olivia is being, “ well Puta! next time you should learn that lying to your mommies isn’t a good thing to go for.” Sombra growled out as she rubs at your clit harshly, Lacroix gently soothes out your hair even further before coming to dip three fingers into your vagina pumping in and out, “ It alright Baby, mommy will give you what you want.”

As you feel your orgasm coming up gripping the sheet, your back arch’s even further than you thought could happen “ M-mommy! Mommy! Please! Please let me cum! I’m sorry it will never happen!” Whining out clenching even more of the bedsheets. You felt Olivia bend down and spit on your pussy before bending over even more and start devouring your cunt. A massive squirt of cum came out that Olivia ate all up. Lacroix comes to gently wipe her hands on the sheets as Olivia finish up the mess you made , startling you as she felt you try to push her head away from your cunt making her laugh and coo at you. She comes to wipe her mouth off with her sleeves before she smirks at you cocking her head. Smirking with a huge predator gleam in her eyes, almost stalking your every movement.

“ Now it your turn to return the favor are you ready?”

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I had a whole ass heartattack with face flush and everything writing this 😭😭😭👍

[tiredmetalenthusiast]

HE WENT STRAIGHT TO HER PLACE FIRST WHEN THEY GOT BACK! THEIR CHEMISTRY IS LITERALLY INSANE😫! AND I'M SURE KEEPING IT A SECRET IS HARD! BUT MAN I WAS ROOTIN FOR THEM! I WAS HAPPY THEY WERE IN LOVE! THE COMBINED STAG AND HEN PARTY WAS SO PROMISING! HE WAS GONNA CHASE HER WHILE HAMISH CHASED PIDGE🥹! BUT MY GUY! JONATHAN MACTAVISH! IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW MANY TIMES YOU SAY BEKAH IS JUST A FRIEND NOW! SHE WAS HANGIN RIGHT OFF HIM, KISSIN HIS CHEEK AND BITING HIS EARLOBE☹️! I HAD SO MUCH HOPE WHEN PRICE TOLD THIEF JOHNNY TELLS PEOPLE HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT HER! AND PRICE TRYING TO SETTLE THEM AND JOHNNY TRYIN TO FIGHT BEKAH OFF OF HIM AND MY HEART CAN'T TAKE THISSSS SHDONFKFNF😭😭!

Guile & Guilt (Ch. 08)

Soap/Reader — MDNI 18+

Sorry for the wait as usual. Hope y’all can forgive me!

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FEBRUARY — FRIDAY: 7 days until the wedding

In the month or so after Christmas, your relationship with Johnny had progressed considerably. He was on a particularly challenging tour, but you only heard about his work in sparse mentions. Most of his conversations were centered around your relationship “after we tell Pidge”.

It was all he wanted to talk about.

“After we tell Pidge, we can look for a place together in Glasgow. What do you say, lass?”

“After we tell Pidge, we can take trips with them. Always wanted to see Iceland.”

“After we tell Pidge…”

And on and on and on. It wasn’t that you weren’t excited to be with him. You adored him, and he seemed to feel the same way about you. But, telling Pidge was scaring you out of your damn mind. In the worst case scenario, you’d be losing your best friend and the man that you…

Careful, that dark voice was back in your head , don’t want to say the word, huh?

The man that you… liked a considerable amount. Not love. Love was a commitment. You were not in love.

The dark voice cackled. You ignored it.

You were going to see him this weekend for the combination stag and hen party, and you could think of little else. But, you had plenty to work on. As the maid of honor, this was your time to shine. You needed to prepare for more than just seeing Johnny. In fact, you were about to have six girls at your tiny apartment for a slumber party tomorrow night. The whole 600 square feet of your place was decorated in gold glitter and streamers. There were big B-R-I-D-E letters above your bed, and a giant inflatable diamond ring was propped up on your futon. You’d already sprayed Marlowe twice with the water bottle for threatening it with her claws.

Tonight, though, you were alone. You had asked Johnny if he would fly in early, but he hadn’t been able to confirm. So, you were sitting on your bed, staring at your phone, dressed only in his shirt, praying for some miracle.

You stayed up as late as you could, but still no call.

SATURDAY — Early morning: 6 days until the wedding

Your phone buzzed where it lay against your chest. You slowly awoke, and it was still dark outside. Bleary and only semi-conscious, you picked it up without looking at the screen,

“Hello?” You croaked.

“Mo mèirleach,” he whispered, “Open the door, hen. It’s fuckin’ frigid.”

“What?” You didn’t understand. Johnny was outside? You looked at the clock. It was 0311.

“I’m downstairs! Buzz me up.”

You did, and then you waited, waking up more and more as you stood in the kitchen, drinking some water to clear your dry throat.

He knocked softly, and you let him in. Immediately, and without so much as dropping his rucksack, he pulled you into his arms. You smelled his sweat, a strong hint of fire or smoke, and something you couldn’t quite place. It was almost like gasoline, but not quite. He’d come straight from the field.

“Hey,” he pressed his forehead to yours and kissed you gently, smelling your skin and nuzzling into your hair.

“Hey,” you smiled up at him, hugging him a little tighter.

Having him back was making you feel like no time had passed at all. He held you just as he did when he told you goodbye in December, and now, all of January felt like some wasted dream.

You looked behind him,

“Where are the others? I thought you said they’d be coming to the party this weekend.”

“Put them up at a wee hotel. The Indigo, just a few blocks away. But, I’ve been sleepin’ on the fuckin’ floor too many nights, now. And I wanna be in my woman’s arms instead.”

His woman. Your heart clenched in your chest. He noticed your emotional response to his words; always the observant one. His smile felt so good, even though he had caught you in his snare,

“Aye. You’re my woman, aren’t you?”

Huge, rough hands warmed your skin as they snaked underneath your shirt, reaching up across your belly, finding your hanging breasts and squeezing them ever so gently.

“Shower with me, lass. I’m right filthy.”

“Alright,” you nodded, and he pulled your shirt off the rest of the way, discovering the nothing you were wearing underneath.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Johnny lamented, holding you at arm’s length to study your skin and curves with a deep admiration, “Look at you, mèirleach. Sometimes, I wonder if I’m dreamin’.”

You led him to the bathroom, which you doubted was big enough for the both of you, and he stripped off all of his dirty clothes. You helped him, peeling him apart, layer by layer, discovering him in pieces.

His broad chest filled your vision in the tiny washroom, and you latched onto his nipple, tasting the salt from his sweat as you did and listening to him moan. He laughed from the sudden sensation of it,

“It’s sensitive, lass. Easy…”

Your eyes found his, showing him that you knew what it felt like, and you did not relent. You enjoyed watching him squirm beneath you, his hands resting on the side of your neck, threatening to pull you away when he became overwhelmed.

You gave him a break, kissing across his tattooed ribs and over his belly. He lifted your face up to his, pressing you against the bathroom counter, growling in whispers at you,

“Careful, thief. Don’t go givin’ me ideas.”

“What kind of ideas, Johnny?” You teased, dragging his boxers down over his plump ass to squeeze his cheeks in your hands.

“Ideas about what I’d like to put in that fuckin’ mouth of yours.”

He grabbed your hand and shoved it onto his hard cock, still covered by his boxer briefs, the fabric askew and taut, ready to come off.

“See what you fuckin’ do to me, thief?”

You smiled, staring down at the evidence of what you had done to him. You took his hand and slowly moved it between your legs, letting him curl and experimental finger up just far enough to dip into your wetness.

“See what you do to me?”

He shuddered, his body falling forward, and he caught himself with his free hand on the countertop, pinning you beneath him. He was playing inside of you with his fingertip, as achingly slowly and gently as could be, barely moving it, basking in your warmth. His face contorted into a twisted grimace, and he grunted,

“Fuckin’ hell, mèirleach. Get in the damn shower, or I’ll have you right here, lass.”

The shower curtain rings hissed across their metal rod as he followed you inside. You washed your hair, and you used your soapy hands to wash his. The soap turned brown with dirt and sand, and you made a face, laughing,

“Johnny! You are filthy.”

“Yeah, we ran into some trouble at the end of our mission. Lost contact with base. Had to camp in the wee mountains for a few nights, tryin’ not to freeze to death.”

“Holy shit…”

You pitied him, using your vanilla scented soap to scrub down his body for him, letting him be treated to your sudsy massage.

“Knowin’ I was comin’ back to you kept me goin’. I dreamt about this wee shower, hen. Even Ghost was surprised that I was able to keep my whingin’ to a minimum. But, I knew you were here and I wasnae gonna let anythin’ stop me from comin’ home to you.”

He bent to kiss you, and you kissed him back, letting the water wash over you both, bathing you in the heat of each other. He pulled away, grinning like he’d won something, and you felt the blush rise into your cheeks.

You made the hand signal for him to turn around and he spun, giving you his wide back, planting both of his hands on the wall like you were going to search him.

You started at his neck, washing away days of dirt and grime, feeling his swollen muscles pull and push against his bones. He had a new tattoo on his spine. It was a little Gaelic word that you couldn’t read.

With your fingertip, you traced over the black ink, softly rubbing over the raised skin, healed but fresh. He stilled, realizing you’d noticed it.

“Gealladh. It means ‘promise’.”

You wiped it clear of soap and lay your lips to it, kissing it softly, making him tremble beneath you. You tried to pronounce it, whispering it against his skin.

The rest of the shower went quickly, and by the time you were clean, he was ready to get dirty again, fondling you and rubbing across his curved length hungrily.

He wrapped you in your towel and watched you braid your hair, kissing your neck and sharing your toothbrush. You tried not to be grossed out by it, but you made a face and he rolled his eyes, spitting out the paste into your sink and trying to kiss you with his messy lips. You giggled, leaving him in the bathroom to finish up.

The cool air in your apartment made you clamber to get under the covers, eager to warm up and anxious for him to join you. He sauntered out of the bathroom looking like some Greek god, wet and tanned, tattooed and scarred, fresh from the bonds of war.

He threw his towel down with yours and climbed into bed next to you, curling you up in his arms, sighing with the most delighted contentment. His big jaw pressed into the side of your neck, looking for purchase, and he began to suck and lick at your skin, traveling down your shoulder to your nape, sending shivers down your arms.

“Did you miss me, mo mèirleach?” His voice was so quiet, you could barely hear him.

“I did, mo chridhe,” you whispered back, turning your body to face him.

He took both of your hands in both of his and kissed your forehead. All of his sexual overtones and lurid advances in the shower had somehow been washed away, and as the orange blush of dawn came through your window, he looked changed. His hair was soft, the mohawk all grown out and curling at the tips, his eyes glassy and full of something that looked suspiciously like hope.

“I know this has been hard on you, lass. I’ve been more than just a wee bit selfish, and I want you to know I’ll make it right. I promise you that. Do you hear me?”

You nodded, pressing your cheek to his chest, inching closer to him. He wrapped you in a tight hug, holding you too close.

Did you believe him? Would everything work out for the best? Or were you continuing down a path that would lead to ruin? How easy it was for him to convince you of the opposite. He could lead you like a lamb to the slaughter, and you’d go willingly, bleating up at him with all your love and affection as he pushed you into the chute.

His arm became heavy, and you heard his breaths lengthen in his chest, and you knew he was asleep. You had an alarm set, so you curled up in his warmth, letting him doze, allowing yourself to sink into the murky blackness of sleep along with him.

SATURDAY — Lunchtime: 6 days until the wedding

Johnny had changed into something clean and left you in bed, kissing your face and promising all sorts of filthy things to you after the bar crawl tonight. He begged you to dance with him when you wound up at the club, washing away your worries about Pidge, claiming she’d be too drunk to notice. You rushed him out, warning him she’d be here for lunch, and washed your sheets.

Sure enough, your phone rang and Pidge was outside your apartment, screaming with six other girls to be buzzed up not an hour after Johnny left, and you breathed a sigh of relief they’d missed each other coming and going.

You had the whole day planned out. Lunch was at a little cafe near the river, perfect for a photo op or two. Then, you’d booked a nail salon for mani-pedis for the whole squad. After that, it was back to the apartment to put on your faces before going “out-out”.

For the most part, the day had been a wild success. Pidge was already a little tipsy from the non-stop mimosas, and even though your bank account had seen better days, it wasn’t that bad. Now, you were in the middle of the evening ferality. Someone had ordered a pizza and there was hairspray in places you didn’t think hairspray could go. Marlowe was hiding in her cubby under your bed, and you were already done getting ready.

You’d told everyone it was black and white themed. Ham and Pidge would be in white, with all of you in black, and the goal at the end of the night was for them to find each other by hopping from bar to bar. The stag would chase the hen through downtown Glasgow, and you’d planned to have them all end up at The Berkeley Suite.

There were girls everywhere. It was like a bomb had gone off in your apartment, and there wasn’t really a space for privacy except for the bathroom (as long as you shooed everyone out of it first).

“I’ll just be a second!” You shouted over the thumping music, closing the door behind them.

You took care of business and spent a brief minute checking your phone. You had two texts from Johnny, and when you opened them, your breath caught in your throat.

Mo Chridhe: open this when youre alone thief

Mo Chridhe: blacksuit.jpg

Johnny had sent you a mirror selfie of his outfit, and he looked stunning. You couldn’t believe it was him. You’d never seen him so dressed up. His hair was shaven on the sides, the mohawk back to its full potential, and his suit was a gorgeous black with velvet lapels and a gold chain between the button holes. He wore no tie, instead letting the first two buttons hang open rakishly, showing off his tanned chest.

You texted him back:

You: you are still so damn hot lol

Mo Chridhe: show me you

You obeyed, taking a racy selfie in the bathroom mirror just like he had done. You showed off your cleavage , and the short, high cut of the dress as it hugged your ass. You tried your best to be pouty, just like all the Instagram models, but you weren’t sure if you succeeded.

Mo Chridhe: i might be the luckiest cunt alive or im dreamin

You: lol ;)

Mo Chridhe: ham might be chasin pidge all night but ill be chasin you

You smiled down at your phone before closing the app and returning to the fray.

Glittered, glammed, and ready for a night of debauchery, you took your phone off its charger and made your way out into the cold evening air. Pidge had brought a jacket, but Cherise had decided to go without, claiming that hot girls didn’t get cold. You were definitely cold, so you wondered what that implied.

The first stop was The Variety Bar. You had texted Johnny and told him to warn you before their first bar choice so that you could pay the tab and bolt before Hamish could put his hands on Pidge. But, it didn’t really work out like that. You had all ended up as one big group, and spent most of the time jokingly keeping them from kissing each other. Price held up a wet coaster between their mouths which sent Pidge coughing and spitting, causing enough of a ruckus that you decided to move to the next spot.

Johnny sat with you at the bar while you paid, trying his best to keep his hands off of you.

“Lookin’ like a right goddess tonight, you are.”

“Stop it,” you smiled, “No flirting allowed while your sister is literally right behind us.”

“Och,” he shook his head, “She’s in her own wee world. Where to next, lass?”

You slid the check back to the bartender and thanked him, turning to Johnny and smirking triumphantly, knowing he still needed to pay before he could follow you,

“Don’t you hunt people for a living? Come and get me.”

You left him at the bar, frozen with a delightful look of surprise on his face. You found Pidge and the other girls outside.

“Alright,” you smiled, “Onward. Let’s head over to Max’s.”

“Oh, God,” Anjali sighed, “You really want her to blackout, huh?”

“Fuck it! Max’s it is, ladies!” Pidge screamed.

Everyone cheered and marched on after her. She cuddled into your arm as you walked,

“Thank you so much for this, babes. You’re the best friend a girl could ask for, you know that?”

“You are, too,” you kissed her on her temple and squeezed her arm a bit tighter.

By the time you’d had two drinks at Max’s, Hamish’s clan found you again. Gaz was the one who spotted you through the window, holding his hands up to the glass and pointing you out.

“Uh oh,” you smiled, “Last call, girls.”

Cherise laughed,

“I don’t know why we’re running. Might as well just party with them.”

“It’s tradition, right?” Bekah rolled her eyes.

“Well,” Pidge shrugged, “You all can wait here then, if you prefer the boys to me.”

“No! Pidge, that’s not it, babe,” Cherise protested.

Pidge drunkenly waved her off,

“It’s fine, no worries. See you at Berkeley’s. How about that?”

Pidge stormed off out the door, and you followed behind trying to get her to calm down. She eventually did, drinking the water you had bought for her. But, that was how the group got split. Half the boys ended up with you and Pidge and Anjali, and the other half waited at Max’s until the happy hour rounds were over.

You’d gotten all settled in at Berkeley, listening to the loud club music, letting the high of your buzz wash over you, trying not to think about how nice it would be to have Johnny here, dancing with you like he promised.

Then, Pidge realized she forgot her jacket, so she sent you back to the other bar. You left her with Gaz and Ghost, and Price wandered out into the street with you.

“‘Bout time Hamish finally caught his hen anyway,” you speculated as you walked with him.

“Aye,” he agreed, “And maybe your stag as well.”

Your eyes darted up to him and then checked over your shoulder, just to make sure Pidge wasn’t behind you.

Price continued,

“Are you sure keepin’ him a secret is the right thing? He’s dyin’ to tell her. Fuck, he was tellin’ people he didn’t even know about you.”

You smiled,

“Yeah, I know. I just want the wedding to be about her. Nothing is ever about her, you know? She deserves to have a day where she doesn’t need to consider other people’s feelings for once.”

“What about your feelings?” Price asked.

You didn’t answer him. You just shrugged and kept walking. Suddenly, you heard screaming behind you,

“Wait! Wait up!”

Pidge and the rest of the crew rushed over to you and Price.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“We’re gonna surprise Hamish this time,” Pidge smiled, pulling out a big confetti popper from her purse.

“Oh, God,” you grinned, looping your arm through hers and dragging her along.

Nothing was going according to plan that night, but you were so tired that it was hard for you to care. You weren’t even sure if Hamish’s group was still at the other bar, and you hadn’t heard a thing from Bekah or Cherise.

Finally, you made it back to Max’s. Just as you were about to open the door, it burst open and out poured Johnny, tangled in Bekah’s arms. She was giggling and kissing his cheek, leaving streaks of purple lipstick all over his freshly shaven skin. He was holding her close to him, his fingers digging into her side so tightly.

You knew what that felt like.

You gasped, stepping back, stunned. He looked right into your eyes and stopped. The whole world came to a grinding halt. All of the time that you had spent together seemed to lay out in front of you, prostrating itself, and being found unworthy. You felt nothing. Just a creeping numbness that leaked into your core, a fire burning without kindling, unable to be extinguished.

“Och, Jesus and all the fuckin’ saints,” Pidge threw her hands up, “Couldnae even wait until after the party to get your hands into one of my mates, could you? Arsehole. Get outta the way.”

“No, tha’s not it, Pidge!” He frowned, “Bekah doesnae —”

“Bekah, what?” Pidge spat in his face, “Bekah doesnae care that you’ll turn up next month or next year or next week in a box with the wee Scottish flag draped over it? Okay. Now, move yourself from the door, Jonathan.”

Bekah was sort of octopusing herself around him, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders, sucking on his earlobe, caring very little about the Scottish flag no matter where it was draped.

Johnny was trying to fight her off now, suddenly angry at Pidge,

“What did you just say to me, Brigette?”

“Oh, shut up! You’re just like your da, and you’ll end up dead like him, too. See?” Pidge turned to you suddenly, eyes wild with fury, “This is why I warned you, Johnny MacTavish is a fuckin’ widowmaker. And that’s all he’ll ever be.”

She finally made it around her brother and wrenched the door open, disappearing into the club. Johnny still had Bekah in his arms, and you couldn’t be there anymore. You turned and walked in the direction of your apartment, miles away but hell-bent on getting back there.

“Hey! Wait! Thief, please. This isn’t what it looks like,” his voice was cold and distant. You didn’t turn around to listen. You weren’t sure what it looked like, but you didn’t need to see it to know how it felt.

Johnny could have Bekah. He was allowed to have her. He was not allowed to have you, and you couldn’t have him. That much was clear now. You should’ve listened to your friend. You’d known all along, hadn’t you?

“Wait, mèirleach!”

You spun on him like a snake, striking out sure and true,

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

He could see in your eyes that you were serious, venomous as you were in your delivery. His eyes looked desperate, like a kicked dog, but he didn’t let her go. She smiled and waved at you, looking drunker than you’d ever seen anyone look. You tasted the bile in your mouth from your disgust.

Price jogged to keep up with you, and he grabbed your arm,

“Wait, girl. Just wait a second.”

You jerked your hand away and hailed a cab that was pulled over on your side of the street. You climbed in and shut the door, begging the cabbie to drive quickly, and he did. You stared out the window, watching all of the lights blind you as they seared into your eyes, burning the images you’d seen that night brightly into your memory.

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Chapter 09

[satorhime]

front row seat + gojo satoru ── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞

── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞ content : minors do not interact, f!reader, explicit smut, pussy drunk!gojo, hentai tropes ( internal view / satoru uses his six eyes ), messy sex, squirting, mating press. w.c ˓˓ 2k ˓˓

── ◜ ⪩⪨ ◞ synopsis : sometimes you forget that your boyfriend sees everything.

“h-honey, i ever tell you how pretty this pussy is?” 

he has, multiple times, because satoru is obsessed with watching you while he fucks you. 

in a way, you don’t blame him. the two of you are beautiful together and on the days when your boyfriend is merciful enough not to fuck you flat into his mattress, you love lifting your gooey head up to watch the pretty bounce of your tits, the squishy sink of satoru’s cock disappearing into your pussy and how the taut muscles in his abdomen twitches, tensing up whenever you suck him in with a widowmaking squeeze,

but tonight satoru is … tonight, something has him frenzied. 

his quicksilver blue eyes refuse to close down, and no matter how good he feels inside you, he refuses to throw his head back in ecstasy. it’s like he’s watching the performance of the century, one such cinematic masterpiece that he can’t afford to miss and you’re the pretty young starlet acting centerstage.  

his gaze trails all over every inch of your plush body, from the way he leaves his fingerprints in the soft dimples of your hips, the tousel of your hair as you thrash against the pillows underneath him, and now his new personal favorite— a sight only his six eyes are allowed to see. 

a sweet treat he’s never thought to indulge in before now, the fact that if he drags his gaze down to your body and let the six eyes focus a little further, past your soft belly until it becomes a translucent screen to him, he can see everything. it feels perverse, being able to watch the raw way he fucks into you but it’s so intoxicating, maddening and white hot, how heavenly you look spread out underneath him with your cunt laid bare to his eyes, he wouldn’t be able to resist it if he tried–

so he watches, milky lashes fanning out over petal-pink cheeks as his lidded eyes focus below your hips, right between the jiggle of your thighs. “g-god,” he moans out through gritted teeth, lilting baritone low and shaky. he’s sitting back on his heels, chin tucked to his chest and lip bitten raw. sweat drips from his brows onto your belly in rivulets and he’s attempting to rally the last bit of self-control he has in order not to absolutely wreck you as he watches himself fuck his cock deep into your weeping pussy. “wish you could see how easy this little lady’s opening up f’me, angel.” 

“nnngh, i can’t see-!” you squeal, and you don’t know if it’s because of the sticky tears blurring your big doe eyes or because it’s one of those nights where he fucks you flat, where the weight of his cock leaves you writhing and unable to move properly. where the only thing you can do is toss your head back against the pillows and take what he gives.

how such an innocent night ended up like this so suddenly, you don’t know. your head had been on satoru’s strong chest, cocooned in his infinity while his arm was curled behind his own head, scrolling aimlessly through a shady porn website on your phone with the intention of finding a cheesy hentai episode for the two of you to watch and dissect for jokes, a tradition in your relationship when you were in between streaming shows. satoru ended up choosing one from your recently watched, and as the two of you watched the exaggerated, almost comical movements of the animated couple fucking on the screen, you had expected his boyish jokes to begin and make you giggle, but he’d been silent— eyes darkening with something worse than lust at the sight of the x-ray view of the male character’s engorged cock sinking deep into the female character’s pussy while she wailed and babbled incoherently.

this what gets you hot ‘n’ bothered when i’m not around, angel? 

the rest is hazy, lost in the way you’re splayed out on the sheets now, knees bent to your shoulders and fingers desperately digging into the backs of your trembling thighs to hold them in the air for gojo. the position is uncomfortable and you’re not flexible like that, joints in your poor hips aching but you don’t care, not when he’s got your breasts bouncing lewdly with each repeated, dirty slam of the tip of his cock right up against your womb until you can practically feel him in your throat, stealing the desperate screams right from your vocal cords. 

“that’s a real shame, princess,” he coos, an egoistic smirk on his lips but it falters when you squeeze ‘round him just right, sore cunt twitching against the hard swell of his cock. his ocean blues dim, fingernails scratching against your squishy sides for leverage not to fuck deeper but to push you away because while he’s practiced, you feel too fucking good and he needs a minute, damn it, he’ll cum too fucking fast and ruin the perfect view of your cunt and it’ll be all your fault—

“wah-why did you stop-... please, miss your cock so much,” you simper, needy.

but he ignores your sweet little cries, drawing his hips back until his cock slips out of you and he lays it flat against your seam, greedily drinking down how fucking pretty you look beneath him like this, so good for him in the way you struggle to hold those sweet thighs up so he can have easy access to an even sweeter cunt. he wraps one hand around the root of his sticky girth, can’t help himself when he slaps the tip hard against the hood of your clit, just to earn that cute little yelp you make. “you’re so good for me always, sugar. such a good girl, huh? but i’m not sure of that anymore after tonight. you’ve been holding out on me.” 

“w… wh- i am a good girl-”

“but that’s okay,” he cuts you off. “i’ve got a front row seat now. know why?” 

he loves watching the pretty picture that confusion paints on a fucked out expression like yours. you fumble for the answer like a teacher’s pet, even though you’re distracted by grinding your clit against the tip of gojo’s cock for desperate, greedy friction. you’re too drunk on him to understand the true meaning behind those slurred out words and he knows it. head always caught up in the pleasure simmering in your belly that you forget the man fucking you is considered the strongest sorcerer in the world for a reason and oh … oh, there it is.

sometimes you forget that he views the world differently than normal men. the x-ray porn you secretly like may be an unrealistic act seen only in hentai, but gojo satoru wouldn’t be the strongest sorcerer if he couldn’t bring fiction into reality.

“y-you can see inside me,” you whisper, a little awed, and the thought of it is so fucking hot. you squeeze around emptiness when he nods, wanting to suck his tip right back into your tight pussy and you can practically feel the slick dripping out of you as he flashes a devastating, heartbreaker smile at you. “the six eyes. y-you can see how much i want you to fuck me again.”

“smart girl,” his praise warms your veins until your blood feels honeyed, running through you thick and slow. gojo flicks the tip against your clit one last time for the road before he reaches down, spreading one side of your folds open so he can nudge at the creamy ring to your cunt. “i can see everything.” 

“i can see how this little cunt is stubborn, how she never wants to stretch properly f’ me, the way she twitches when i hit it just right. i can see everything,” and he can, his technique zeroing in on his girth sinking in and stretching you wide, his answering whine almost louder than yours, eyes threatening to clamp shut as he feeds you the long stretch of his cock once more. the air in the bedroom of his penthouse makes your bodies slippery with sweat while you squirm underneath him on hot sheets, your breath wheezing out of your lungs until you can’t breathe. “look at that.” 

“i- hng, can’t-!”

it’s a hotter fuck like this, knowing those pretty blue eyes can see every rib and ridge of the inside of your pussy. that satoru knows the exact way your gummy walls, pretty pink against the white of his cock, look when you swell and squeeze for the stinging stretch, smeared in his precum. it makes you feel delirious— expression cracked wide open with pleasure, tongue lolling out of your pretty mouth, gaze fluttering releasing desperate whines as gojo fucks too fast, cockhead bullying your g-spot into overstimulation so that you can’t even fight it when you gush, the lewd sound of slick squelching out of you burning heat into your cheeks.

“look at you, squirtin’ all over me, angel,” gojo groans, stamping down the fast approach of his orgasm as arousal streams down the curve of your ass, wetting his expensive sheets. watching the way your swollen, puffy pussy spasms and tries to force him out but it only makes him drive deeper, his pace brutal— his hips rouged red from the friction of your bodies slapping together. “prettiest pussy in the whole world. you know that?” 

“y'r gonna cum inside me, right 'toru? s-so i'll look even prettier?” you simper under the praise, big doe eyes staring up at him behind a dreamy haze.

“shouldn't have said that, sweet girl. ooooh, f-fuck. you shouldn't. have. said. that. fuck fuck fuck, i'm gonna put my cum right here, ” he babbles desperately, a big hand splaying out on your belly, pressing down hard as his thumb dips low, circling your sticky clit almost desperately. the words punctuated by the heavy slap of his balls against your ass, headboard knocking violently into the wall. his spine tenses, orgasm building in the pit of his gut and he can’t wait to see it, the sight of his cum painting against your pretty walls. “and you're gonna take care of it f’ me, aren’t you? promise ‘toru you won't spill a drop?”

“i promise-! i promise i promise i promise, give me your cum- ‘toru- pleas-”

“shut up, angel face. you’re about to make me miss the best part of the movie.”

[crushedgraham]

A fic where Widowmaker’s shy gf tries to pleasure her the first time but is super nervous and Amélie kinda ‘talks her through it’ please 🙏🏻?

Teach Me

Widowmaker x Shy Gf's first time

it was getting a little long so i cut it short at the end, lmk if you guys want a part 2 where the reader learns how to give head :3

Summer was coming to an end and fall was rapidly approaching which meant the weather was cooling down. Fortunately for you, you had a rich girlfriend which meant one thing...Hot tubs.

Amélie had returned late last night from a month-long mission in the Himalayas. This was the longest you two had been apart since you started dating not too long ago. To say you missed her was an understatement, the loneliness from the giant castle kicked in almost immediately.

You confided in your friends during the long month, this led to a few too many drinks and a confession or two. A running joke amongst your little circle was that you had “no rizz” since you hadn’t ever really dated but the buzz from the drinks gave you the courage to blurt out that you were seeing someone. Your friends went dead silent before bombarding you with questions, one of them being:

“Have you gone down on her yet??”

The question sobered you up and sent a deep blush all the way to the tips of your ears. For the rest of the month you couldn’t get the thought out of your head. And now, sitting across her in the hot, rolling water, with both of you clad in only bikinis - the thought was at the forefront of your mind.

But you just couldn’t tear your eyes away from her, at least not when she looked that good.

“You seem to have a staring problem, ma chérie”

Of course she noticed, you had been itching to touch her as soon as she came back but you buried the thought, instead waiting for her to make the first move. Amélie’s eyes were still closed as she leaned back graciously against the marble stone of the hot tub.

“I- Sorry…You just look really..really beautiful…”

The small stutter and your sheepish tone makes a smirk crawl onto her lips. Blue eyelids slowly move up to reveal bright, golden irises. The way her smile broadens to reveal perfect white pearls leads you to believe that she knows the effect she has on you. Amélie wades across the water until her knee is pressed in between your thighs on the edge of the smooth marble seat, the other trapping your left thigh.

Soft knuckles run along your cheek and Amélie tilts her head to the side, almost as if she was studying you.

“Est-ce que je te manque?” (Did you miss me?)

You nod, shutting your eyes since the eye contact was getting to be too much for you to keep up. Her fingers run down to firmly grip your chin, sharp red nails digging ever so slightly into the side of your cheek.

“Answer me.”

“I-I did…I missed you so much…”

Her digits pull your face roughly towards her, your lips molding perfectly together. You can tell the distance had an effect on her as well because of her quick pace. Usually Amélie takes her time ravishing you but today it was all tongue and teeth.

Her tongue glides along yours as her hand creeps past your bellybutton, underneath the bikini. The ache in your core tells you to just let her bend you over the edge of the hot tub and fuck you senseless but you can't help but think about what it’d be like if you were the one doing the work.

Golden eyes search yours in confusion when you grab her wrist, signaling her to stop.

“I…want to try something new but..I don't know how…”

“What is it, mon amour?”

Your mouth opens but the words die on your tongue, your face flushes and you bury it into the crook of her neck.

“Tell me bébé”

Uncomprehensible words are mumbled into her skin and the widow gives you a blank stare as if saying “girl spit it out”. You know she's just going to keep staring at you until you say it so you cover your face with your shaky hands and blurt it out.

“I want to...pleasure…you…”

The words sound awkward and muffled but it brings a glint of something akin to almost ferality to her eyes. You peek your eyes open when you feel her adjusting to hover over your lap with her thick thighs on either sides of yours. The position pushes her breasts into your face and your mouth waters. Amélie’s hands reach behind her back, tugging at the strings of her bikini top until it drops and she carelessly throws it outside of the hot tub.

Your eyes flicker from her face to her perky breasts, unsure of what to do or how to start. The desperate look on your face brings a chuckle from her lips, her hands cup your cheeks and she places a surprisingly delicate kiss on your lips. Amélie guides your face to her left nipple with a lazy cat–like grin.

You eagerly wrap your lips around the dark nipple, sucking and licking uncoordinatedly. Amélie takes your hand and brings it up to her right breast, guiding your thumb to her nipple. Your movements are sloppy but her eyes slip shut, offering small hums of appreciation when you do something particularly well.

Amélie takes your free hand and guides it to her core, she presses your fingers to her clit through the fabric which draws a groan from her. The small sound gives you a new objective: Find what makes her moan the loudest.

You move to suck on the skin above her breast, biting into it with the the intention of leaving your mark. Syncing the small circles you rub against her clothed clit with the sucking rewards you with a low moan from the widow’s lips.

“Fuck..Chérie inside. Put your fingers inside of me.”

Amélie unties the strings of her bottom's with fervor, throwing it in the same direction as her top. Her wet pussy contrasts with the water and you run your fingers up her slit experimentally. When you slowly push two fingers into her, you’re met with almost no resistance.

Once you bottom out inside of her, her head drops to your shoulder with a shaky sigh. You give her a second to adjust before pulling out until just your fingertips are still inside, then thrusting back into her.

Her hips jolt and she lets out the loudest moan so far when you brush against a soft, spongy spot.

“Ngh..Right there..!”

You eagerly adjust the angle and start curling your fingers to hit that same spot over and over. The angle pushes your palm to rub against her clit and you can feel the pulse of her pussy.

“Hah..Oui!”

Amélie's orgasm comes faster than expected, the built up sexual frustration must have really took a toll on her. Her nails dig into the skin of your back and her sharp teeth bite into the junction between your neck and shoulder. Small trembles vibrate through her thighs as she comes down from her high.

Amélie quickly regains her composure. She pulls out your fingers and makes a show of swirling her tongue along them. Moaning sinfully at the diluted taste of her own cum.

"You're a fast learner bébé, how about I teach you more?"

[hisunshiine]

—in good hands | jjk [M]

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

“Stop staring, babe.”

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

“Everything cool, Tae?”

“Yeah…”

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

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

“Tae?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um…can you stay while I go live?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You follow his directives, unable to disobey. 

“Don’t be shy, let me see.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re in good hands, now, baby.”

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

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[junkratsjunkertown]

hii can i request a sombra x fem!support!reader smut and/or fluff ? :)

Sure. I can do both if you want. Just let me know. Y/T/N means Your Talon Name.

Hijacking Health

Sombra x F! Support! Reader Fluff

You knew Olivia Colomar before Talon existed. But you haven’t heard from her in many years. You were with her in the Los Muertos gang. You treated her wounds after every fight. But she left the gang and deleted every piece of information about her. It hurt you that she didn’t take you with her, but you knew she probably had her reasons.

Now you are Talons newest Support member. You work alongside Baptiste and Moira. You’ve gotten to know Sigma, Mauga, and Realer pretty well. You didn’t bother Widowmaker after you met her. You only spoke to Doomfist when he gave you orders. But there was one person of their team that you haven’t meet yet. Sombra.

You swear that you’ve heard that name before. It wasn’t until you, Baptiste, Mauga, Sigma, Reaper, and Sombra were told to go on a mission. You were going over your medical supplies and making sure that you had your boomerangs. Your healing method is that you use a sniper rifle that’s like Widowmaker’s but it does more healing than damage even though you do have other bullets too. But when you’re on the move you use your Cloth Healing that Moira gave you. Basically you heal yourself and others using bandages, gauzes, and rarely cotton cloths.

After you finished making sure you had everything you started to double check that Baptiste had enough of his healing items. You know he said that he has enough for the mission, but you just want to make sure and even said that he could double check your stuff. As you were doing that you heard Sigma coming into the airship talking with a woman. It sounded very familiar, but you couldn’t tell.

“Ah. Hello Y/T/N. Are you checking on Baptiste’s things?”

“Hello Sigma. Yes I am. Just double checking.”

You say as you stand and turn around to face him and the woman. You freeze as you lock eyes with the woman. It’s Olivia.

“Y/T/N this is Sombra. Sombra this is our new Support Y/T/N.”

“Y/N? How’d you end up here?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Sombra. But if we both live I’ll tell you after the mission.”

Sigma feeling the tension in the air decides to change the subject

“So Y/T/N how are you doing with your Cloth Healing? Have you been working with Moira on it?”

“Oh umm. I’m still getting used to it. But she said that she wants to add Digital Healing to my abilities.”

“And what did you tell her?”

“That I’ll think about about it. Anyways I’m going to check on Mauga real quick before we take off.”

Sigma nods and takes his seat next to Sombra who took hers. After 9 minutes Mauga and Baptiste sit next to each other and you sit next to Reaper.

~5 days later~

You and the team return to Talons base and go to write your individual reports of the mission to give Doomfist. You had to write a report on the mission and a report on your Cloth Healing for Moira. The mission report took you around 20 minutes. You started on your report for Moira. That’s when you hear Olivia’s voice next to you.

“Why did you let that woman experiment on you?”

“Because I knew it would help the team I’m with and the other agents at Talon.”

“Why did you join Talon?”

“Because Olivia I had nothing left after you left the gang.”

You say as you turn to look her in the eyes. You see the shock in her eyes when you say her real name.

“I had reasons to leave. People knew what I was doing and who I was. If I didn’t leave the gang and you then everyone would get hurt. Or even killed.”

She puts a hand on your cheek and wipes away a tear from your face.

“I missed you, Y/N. I wanted to take you with me, but I didn’t want to put you in more danger.”

“The day I found out you left was the day I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend.”

“I wanted to ask you same thing before I left.”

“Well. Sombra will you be my girlfriend?”

“I would love nothing more. Can we go and cuddle while I mess with Gabe through his lights?”

“After I’m done with my reports and hand them to Doomfist and Moira.”

~later that day at dinner~

“Y/N?!?!”

“Yes Reaper?”

“Have you seen Sombra?”

“No. Why?”

“I think she’s messing with my lights again.”

“Well she was with me after the mission in my room. But I don’t know where she is right now. You could ask Widow or Sigma.”

He signs as he walks off to find Widow or Sigma.

“He’s gone.”

Sombra uncloaks herself and continues to eat your fries.

“Thank you, my healer.”

She kisses your cheek as you laugh.

“Your welcome, my hacker. Oh by the way I’m working with Sigma tomorrow if you want to join me.”

“I’d love nothing more.”

“No one hides from my sight.”

You and Sombra look at each other. You two now hear Reaper running towards the room.

“Run!”

You say as you and Sombra try and escape the angry man. You pass Mauga and Baptiste. You stop and look at them.

“Distract Reaper, please. Thank you.”

You run off before they ask why and you hear them distracting Reaper. You get to your room only to see Olivia beat you there. You both lay on the bed after you lock your door. Olivia pulls out her laptop and you two cuddle while watching a movie.