#overwatch x reader smut
Text
I DIG MY NAILS IN DYNAMITE. . . ! — ( MOIRA O'DEORAIN. )
#. synopsis! — if moira’s going to be forced to work the clinic, she’s going to do things her way: no matter how unconventional her methods may be. (malicious fucking compliance) .
#. contains! — f!reader , explicitly nsfw content , lesbian smut, female on female, dirty talk , slight begging , implied age difference , slight power imbalance , subtle medical setting , oral sex , cunnilingus , fingering , dom!moira , sub!reader , nipple sucking , some wall action , one-sided stimulation , giving preference (moira) , slight praise , sex in the workplace , finger sucking , sort of revenge sex .
#. word count! — 5.1k .
The clinical wing is hardly any of Moira’s responsibility. It wasn’t her idea, she had no intention of utilizing it herself, and the fact that she was being forced to work it alone for no less than ten hours a week was something akin to infuriating. If she didn’t already loathe Angela Ziegler and her fluffed up ideals about peace and prosperity, —she certainly did now. Because this was cutting into her time, and if there was one thing Moira couldn’t stand more than working with incompetent people: it was squandering her waking hours on fruitlessness. It was always the same things over and over and over again. You’d think a building full of well-educated men and women of science would have a better understanding of their own petty ailments by now, but no. . .
Every slim bout of nausea, every headache onset, every tiny papercut, it seemed, was good enough a reason to come crying to her. And she’d had enough. It’s not to say that you were any more or less annoying than anyone else who’d stopped by that day, but there was something so nerve grinding about your presence, about the way you glanced around the white-walled exam room, that set Moira off.
“What’s wrong with you, exactly?” She questioned, —though it was painfully clear she was only asking out of obligation and was none too pleased to be doing so.
Her stern, uncaring expression almost had you forgetting the lie you’d cooked up while sitting there alone for a good ten minutes.
“I’ve got um. . . A headache and I’m feeling a little dizzy,” you reply.
She notices how uncertain you sound of it, and her eyes narrow at you, regarding you suspiciously.
“Is that a question or a statement?” She asks bluntly, mincing no words in the process.
“A statement,” you answer, tacking on a soft apology that she doesn't care enough about to acknowledge.
“How long has this been going on?”
“A few hours, maybe.”
“Maybe?”
You’re really starting to wish you could just sink into the exam table and disappear. Even more than that, you’re cursing Doctor Ziegler for putting you up to this, —for deciding that you were just innocent looking enough to play a fools game with this woman before you. You’re certain now that the extra pay is hardly worth putting yourself through this just to see if Moira is really taking her position in the clinic seriously.
“A few hours,” you repeat, dropping the rest; but you know it’s already too late.
She’s annoyed with you. She’s sick of it here in this tiny room, and all she wants to do is put a stop to this ridiculousness and make use of her time her way. . . Which gets the cogs turning in her mind. If she has to be here, Moira’s going to make the most of it, —and what better way than to indulge herself in the sweetest little patient that’s set foot in here all day? It’ll be a bit before her clinic hours are up for now, and she’d much rather spend that time tying up some of her own loose ends than playing into Angela’s surprisingly spiteful hands.
“It’s a bit warm in here, no?” She says suddenly, straightening her back and standing to her full height as she shrugs off her lab coat.
“Uh. . . Yeah? A little, I guess,” you reply uncertainly, trying your best not to stare as she drapes the shed garment over the back of a chair and masterfully unbuttons the top of her white dress shirt.
The fabric is loose, and it sits against her pale skin like silken sheets atop a mattress. For all Moira is known for being: —cruel, sarcastic, brilliant, blunt— you can’t help but wonder why attractive doesn’t tend to make the shortlist. It’s far from the first time something like that has ever crossed your mind, of course, having worked in her vicinity for several months now, but it is the first time you’ve ever felt your insides twist themselves into pretzels at the sight of her.
She’s so tall, and even without the height, her personality alone commands the space she physically takes up. Moira is the kind of woman who doesn’t ask for what she desires, but simply demands it, and there’s something very stirring about that in a way you can’t quite seem to put your finger on.
“You guess, do you?” She raises an eyebrow, throwing you a blank glance.
Her hands come down to grip the edge of the exam table, the crinkly paper shuffling under the new pressure. She’s close enough now that you can feel her breath ghost against you, and somehow, her unchanging expression feels ten times more spine-tingling now that she’s less far away.
“Is there anything you’re certain of, y/n?” She questions, —and heaven help you, the way she says your name has your thighs itching to squeeze together where you sit.
“I-I. . .” You stutter pitifully, lost for words now that she's this close, eyes ghosting around her face, then around the room, just hoping to avoid her gaze.
“You. . .?” She prompts in a surprisingly gentle tone, removing one hand from the exam table to grab your face.
It's not a violent gesture, nor much of an unwelcome one, as her thumb sits on one cheek and four fingers press against the other. She steadies your head with the grasp, forcing the direction straight ahead, and your eyes naturally follow in suit. Moira can feel the way you swallow, watching as your throat moves to push the saliva down, and something akin to dangerous blossoms within her.
“You're a pretty girl,” she tells you.
Somehow, the tone she uses when she says it makes it feel less like a compliment and more like a statement of fact.
“It's too bad you're such a quiet thing. I'm sure under the right circumstances, your voice is quite sweet.”
Anything you could have thought to say in reply seems to all but die on your tongue or lodge in your throat. A shiver creeps up your spine, tingling under your skin, scattering goosebumps all across your body.
“Do you have any idea how tiring this is?” She asks, standing to her full height again, clarifying quickly: “Working in this clinic? When I, of all people, should be doing something of actual substance. Forgive me if your headache isn't as interesting to me as my own endeavors, —but you must realize how pathetic it is to come crawling to me about something so minute.”
Finally, you work up the nerve to speak back again.
“I'm sure it must be frustrating,” you answer. “I'm sorry to have inconvenienced you, Doctor, I just. . .”
I didn't have much of a say in the matter.
She sighs.
“Did nobody ever teach you how to finish your sentences?” She asks, sounding rather incredulous. “Either out with it, or let me put your mouth to some proper use.”
You're not really sure what that's supposed to mean, but it's not as if you have much to say at the moment anyway. Anything you could have mustered up has gone out the window, drained like a pin-pricked egg.
A smirk tugs on her lips at your silence.
“Open,” she directs, a folded index finger sneaking under your chin and a thumb dragging your bottom lip down a bit.
In the moment, you hardly register the command, but somehow you manage to blink yourself back to reality fast enough to part your lips without her having to ask again. (Though asking wasn't really what she'd even done in the first place.)
“Good,” Moira hums, appearing all too pleased with herself, “it seems you’re capable of following directions.”
Having acknowledged that much, she sneaks that thumb up, letting it pass your lips and nudge at your tongue, feeling the warm wetness of your mouth. You feel yourself burning up, and Moira presses in until the pointed middle knuckle of her thumb is barely ghosting below your cupid's bow.
“Close,” she demands, —and you do, suckling on the heat of her hand, eyes scaling up to her face.
She seems much too delighted by this, albeit in a subdued sense of the word. There’s always been an air of cockiness about her, but this really took the cake and ran with it, like she was so proud to have suckered you in even this deep. It’s then that you’re forced to question whether this is some kind of sick joke, or if she’s truly just that bored here in the clinical wing. It’s obviously not her favorite place to be, but doing all of this on the clock to make the time pass by faster is a little bit of a stretch, even for someone like her.
Moira glides her thumb to and fro, watching the way your lips move with her, still clasped around her digit so beautifully. She thinks to herself that you really are just such a pretty girl.
“Aren’t you just a sweet, obedient thing?” She muses, finally letting her lips curve upward completely.
You hum instinctively, and she can feel the vibration as it resonates from the back of your throat.
“Oh?” She cocks her head to the side, raising a single eyebrow, “was that meant to be defiant? Or perhaps just a correction, —that you’re only this malleable for me?”
She loves the way you look so dazed by every word she speaks, like you’re trying to interpret a foreign language. You’re so mystified by her very presence this close up, as if you can’t decide if she’s real or not.
Eventually, Moira decides she’s had enough and utters “open” again, to which you comply quickly, letting her thumb make its way out from between your lips. Ever the inquisitive woman, she rubs her thumb against her index finger, tapping them together, letting your leftover saliva string between them.
“Y/n,” she murmurs, turning that duel-colored stare directly on you so intently, “—don’t play so coy. There comes a time when every woman must stop begging for the things she desires, and I’m tired of your eyes begging for what your mouth refuses to ask of me.”
Your lips part now, brain convinced you have a solid idea of what you’re supposed to be requesting of her. Though your head is still swimming and a part of you just knows you’re better off leaving things here, as they are, you’re only human. . . So you let your shaky hands come up to grasp at the fabric of her partially unbuttoned shirt, and you pull her inward, not once, but twice, until her face is so close to yours that you’re practically sharing the same breath.
There’s a pause when you don’t make the final move to kiss her, half expecting that she’d have taken over by now, but she offers a low chuckle and snakes a hand up her torso, grasping at your own. It’s gentle for a moment —but only for a moment— before she forces your grip away in a single motion, the other hand wrapping around your free wrist, and pinning either of your hands down against the examination table.
“Go on,” she presses, “stop being so polite. Take what it is we both know you want. Do lions ask nicely before they tear their prey apart?”
You wonder which one you’re supposed to be in this scenario, —the lion or the prey. With the way she’s staring at you, you get the feeling it’s the latter. . .
Closer, closer, you lean, until Moira’s mouth is barely touching your own in a sort of off-handed, almost kiss that isn’t quite coming to fruition. Your neck is craned as far as your body will allow, and you feel the little tuft of amused breath that passes her nostrils ghost against your skin.
“You really are just incredibly novel, did you know that?” She asks, pressure increasing on your pinned down wrists as she finally goes in for the kill.
Her lips are surprisingly soft, and slightly sticky from the remnants of her off-orange lipstick. Even the way she kisses you commands a certain level of respect, and you hope to honor that by keeping up, letting your body react naturally to any and all of her ministrations. When her tongue slips into your mouth, you hardly startle at the feeling, letting her lick and taste as she pleases. The way she does so is like she can’t get enough, —and it crosses your mind very briefly that you may be the first person she’s come on to in quite a while.
Her job is demanding, and overwhelmingly isolating, after all. ..
Having stained your lips enough, both with her bruising kisses and the tangerine-ajacent cosmetics on her mouth, she pulls away for the briefest of moments, only to descend upon your neck like it was glazen with sugar. You can’t help the little gasp that escapes you, or the soft moan that follows, —or the way your hand reaches up to bury the fingers in those fiery strands of hair now that hers are no longer pinning yours down.
“Moira,” you hiss lightly, “—ah.”
Under any other circumstances, you’d have never uttered her name so plainly in lieu of her title, but with the way she was wearing you thin and prying you open with such apparent ease, you doubted she’d care much if you stepped over a line previously drawn in the sand. As far as you could tell, you were already lost at sea anyhow.
It’s not much of anything, but you feel her smirk against your skin, then murmur: “She does speak.”
You’re on fire, inside and out, burning up so badly you fear there’ll be nothing left but ashes by the time she’s finished with you. Silently, you think it might be best for you to put a stop to this before it ends up going too far; before each of you are drowning so deep there’s no way to break the surface. Your lips part, ready to put an end to it all, —knowing you should. . . But you can’t. Not when she looks you over like you really are just her prey for the taking, for the feasting, the devouring.
“Darling,” she murmurs, tracing the back of her finger down your cheek, caressing you softly, “don’t be so shy. Learn to take what you want without pleading.”
Even then, it’s less of a suggestion and more of a subtle demand.
“I—” you start, but swallow just as quickly.
Sucking in a breath, you let your hands do the talking, gracing the flushed skin of her neck, then ghosting just above her sharp collar bones that peak out from her unbuttoned blouse. Before you have the wherewithal to tell yourself to stop, your shaky fingers begin fiddling with the rest of the clasps, going further down until you see the top of her bra (a simple, black garment, in true Moira fashion.) There’s something so stunning about the way colors lie against her, as if melding into her flesh, bending to her will.
She doesn’t stop you from unfastening the buttons, revealing more of her as you continue downward. She’s got no complaints to utter, no reservations present in her body language, and she sheds the top entirely when the last one has come undone. Moira takes a step back, tossing her shirt onto the small countertop, one of the sleeves dangling over into the sink. You take her fleeting absence from your body as an opportunity to admire her, —the sharp, almost jagged edges she carries around like swords. She’s so tall and slender, so striking in the way she moves as if everything is calculated and she doesn’t doubt for a moment that the world is ready to mold to her every wish and whim.
“Something to say?” She cocks a brow, tone smooth and almost melodic, that hint of an Irish accent clinging to every word.
Your mouth still feels dry, but you force yourself to say what’s on your mind, —even at the risk of coming across like some lovesick schoolgirl.
“I just think you’re pretty,” you answer.
Her lips quirk into another smirk at the compliment, and she runs a hand through her hair, letting you admire the motion.
“That’s very kind of you to say,” she replies.
It didn’t feel kind when you said it, really. . . It just felt true.
“Come,” she beckons, coaxing you off the exam table and closer to the wall, pressing your back against it.
It’s cold to the touch, but it does little to quench the fire still roaring in your guts. What’s more, you’re not entirely sure you want it to stop now anyway. From the corner of your eye, you can see one of Moira’s lengthy arms reach out to tap the middle of the doorknob with a long-nailed finger, popping the lock into place. You assume that signifies a sealed deal of sorts. . . That there’s no going back now; and heaven knows you’re not trying to.
Moira’s hands find their way to your waist, pressing firmly for a bit as she kisses you again; albeit somewhat slower and more intimately than before. It feels more like the kind of kiss you’d give a lover to show affection than one you’d throw at a midday fling. There’s little time to dwell on the thought, however, as she snakes herself between your thighs, dancing over the fabric of your dress pants.
Your breathing hitches a little at the feeling, your skin heating up, and Moira grins to herself before letting her fingers trail upward and curl inward, grabbing at your sweater. Untucking it from your pants, the elder woman pulls it up, looks to you for approval, then finishes the job as she yanks it over your head and tosses it back onto the examination table. The crinkly paper shuffles for a moment, and the sound is almost thunderous over the duet of breaths and heartbeats across the room.
She murmurs something about how lovely you are that you don’t quite catch, —but the real compliment comes from the way her eyes trace across your body, soaking up every inch so earnestly.
When you reach behind her slim back, fiddling with the clasp of her bra, she gives a hum of amusement.
“Eager one, aren’t you?” She asks, voice dripping with the only kind of condescension that tastes so sweet.
“I can’t help it,” you breathe quickly, almost in embarrassment, but still lacking the humility it would have otherwise carried.
You manage to tear the clasp open and the straps on her shoulders slump off. Moira readily tugs them down and sheds the last garment on her upper half, letting your eyes rake over the slight curve of her breasts. They’re not large by any means, but they suit her body so nicely, sitting perfectly on her chest with pinkish nipples you can’t help but think about clasping your mouth around.
She seems pleasantly surprised when you make the first move to do just that, even placing a long-nailed hand on the back of your head, guiding you to her body. As you offer a lick to the left one with the flat of your saliva-laden tongue, she lets out a soft breath, stroking your hair softly as if to encourage you to keep going. You do as she silently asks, parting your lips again and taking her in your mouth, suckling on one, then giving the same attention to the other. She seems to like the way you swirl your tongue, so you do it again, and again, and again, until Moira decides that this just isn’t suiting her fancy any longer.
“Good girl,” she mumbles, even when she’s pushing you away and tugging your bra off with ease.
This time, she doesn’t bother tossing the article of clothing onto the exam table behind her, she simply lets it hit the ground to join her own. Thankfully, the sanitation of the labs, and subsequently the clinical wing, has always been solid as can be.
With a clawed hand, she covers your mouth and keeps your head pinned back against the wall, ducking down to repay the favor. She takes her time reaching your breasts, but it’s hard to mind when she’s busy sucking love bites in a trail down your neck and upper chest. She bites your shoulder, feels you moan against her palm, then does it again to draw the sound from your throat once more.
When she finally takes a single nipple between her teeth, the sensation alone has you seeing stars. Her mouth is so wet and warm, so surprisingly inviting, and she’s so skilled with every little flick. Her free hand works what her mouth doesn’t, careful not to scratch or jab you with her nails. She stays attached for much longer than she allowed you to be, and it crosses your mind that Moira may not be much into the whole receiving end of things. Whatever the case, she looks too pretty like this, with her mouth leaving the rest of her faint lipstick around your nipples and on the column of your neck, for you to think too much of it (or be disappointed by it.)
You really couldn’t tell if all this passion and fervor was born of spite against Angela for setting this clinic up in the first place and making Moira work in it, the general frustration of being away from her own endeavors for so long today, the pent up ardor releasing after a dry spell, —or maybe some mixture of all of that and then some. Whatever the case, Moira wasn’t skimping on a single detail, and you were going to be the last person on the face of the planet to complain about that.
As she unbuttoned your pants and began to tug them down, allowing them to cling around your thighs, you were quick to take over and shed your own clothing at her silent demand. You were thankful you’d worn open-toed heels that day, knowing it wouldn’t have been as sexy if you’d had to have taken the time to slip your socks off during this little process. Moira doesn’t make any moves to mimic you, instead resigning herself to watching and holding herself back from touching.
When everything’s shed, you unconsciously cover yourself with your arms a bit, not necessarily to hide away from her gaze, but out of little more than whatever few shreds of humility you have left.
“Don’t be bashful,” she says firmly, grasping each of your wrists and planting your arms at your sides.
The transition back to the table feels like a blur, —a rush of so much at once that your mind goes a little foggy and the sound of that damn crinkly paper being pushed back to the top, along with the stray clothes, hardly registers above the ache in your core and the coolness of the floor beneath your bare feet. She instructs you to sit, and you do, and when she tells you to come closer to the edge and spread your legs, you do that as well.
“You’re so obedient,” she comments with a half-smile, trailing a finger down the barren skin of your inner thigh, sending shivers across your skin. “We could use more employees like you around here.”
A part of you can’t help but hope, in the moment, that those people never come around, that they never land positions in the lab, just so this endeavor can be your burden to carry alone. This side of Moira is still intimidating, but there’s a softness to be found in the way she looks at you, the way she mumbles little compliments against your skin, —the way she treats you like you’re made of something fragile.
She parts your lips with two of her long fingers, taking a moment to admire the way arousal has slicked your folds up so beautifully. It’s been a while since she’s seen firsthand the impact she can have on a woman, and your wetness strokes her ego more than it probably should have.
The moment the flat of her tongue pressed against you, your toes curled inward and your head fell back, a few breathy moans making your chest stutter. Through half-lidded eyes, you could only watch in bliss as Moira glanced up at you, her mouth suctioned around your needy little cunt, feeling every twitch and licking up every bit of juice.
“Oh my God,” you huff, reaching forward with one hand to grasp at Moira’s hair.
She seems to like the way you vocalize, and the way you grab at her like it’s something natural, even when it really isn’t. Her tongue works in circles, then lines, then a million other shapes and directions in a single moment, and you feel your body quiver from the tension.
A part of you feels pathetic, but it really can’t be helped that she’s already pushed you to the edge. Weeks of work had given you little time to yourself, and what time you had managed had been spent sleeping, eating, or trying to catch up on things you enjoyed in your personal life. Taking care of your more intimate needs just hadn’t really entered the equation as of late, but now all of that build-up was really showing its true colors (and so quickly at that.)
“I—” you suck in a breath, “I’m gonna cum—”
And she reaches around from the top, her arm hooked under your left thigh, pressing the pad of her thumb ever so carefully against your swollen clit.
You toss your head back and bite your lip nearly hard enough to draw blood. Your free hand grasps for one of your breasts, pinching a nipple between your fingers, letting her drive that stake in so fucking deep that you can feel your insides melting away into ecstasy. Her thumb massaging your clit, her tongue swirling around just below, and the utter depravity of having sex with your boss’s most disgruntled co-worker leaves you cumming on her face, muscles releasing all their tension and melding away into this fantasy world with her.
Oh, but she’s not done, —because of course she’s not. The quiver in your thighs isn’t steady enough, and she hasn’t felt you clench around her fingers, hasn’t felt you tug on her hair hard enough to rip some of the strands from her scalp, hasn’t quite had her fill of you just yet.
Moira brings her hand to her mouth, tearing the middle two nails off with her teeth and spitting them onto the ground beside the examination table. That’s probably a lot hotter than it should be right now, but there’s something about the way she tugs them off so effortlessly, grasping them between her canines, that has your core sopping at the sight of it.
“Just lay back,” she requests.
You do, without question, and you hear her offer up a low chuckle that resonates from the back of her throat.
“You’d just do anything I asked of you, wouldn’t you?” She asks, amusement clinging to every word.
“Yeah, probably,” you reply breathily, —and perhaps a bit too honestly.
But she likes that.
Moira pushes your thighs apart like they’re less so parts of your body and more so obstacles getting in the way of what she wants. She stands to her full height for a moment or two, but her back curves downward and she lowers herself over top of you as she flips her hand palm-side up and sinks those two de-nailed fingers inside your cunt. Your accumulated wetness allows for such an easy entrance, and she pauses for a moment at the hilt of her hand to relish in the way your walls thrub around her digits, almost pulsating, begging for more.
If there’s ever been something Moira has been happy to comply with, —it was this. She lets you adjust, but just barely so, and then pulls back a bit, letting the friction elicit a few soft moans from you.
“Fuck,” you whimper, eyes rolling back a bit, cunt clenching around Moira’s lengthy fingers, the ones she knows how to work so well inside you.
It once again seems like every move she makes is calculated and precise, evoking something so primal inside you, unleashing some kind of desirous beast that just can’t get enough of her.
And there you are on this uncomfortable exam table in this God forsaken clinical wing that neither you nor Moira have ever been very fond of, bare back pressed against the weirdly textured leather, dripping and convulsing around the lecherous fingers of the same woman you’ve heard nothing but complaints about from your boss since you first began working under her. You’re sure that if Doctor Ziegler could see you now, she’d have you fired on the spot, —and something about that makes this so much fucking hotter.
You’re whimpering at every touch, so vulnerable for her eyes only. She prods at every inch of your insides she can touch, moving her fingers in time with every little noise that’s ripped from your throat, leaving you moaning like a slut in heat; and the cycle continues until your body has just had more than enough.
“Moira, I—” a breath cuts you off, nails scraping against that odd-feeling leather beneath you. “Please don’t stop, please don’t stop, holy shit—”
She doesn’t stop. She wouldn’t even dream of it when you’re begging like that, when the pretty pussy she’s hammering out with two fingers is just begging for every ounce of her desire and attention.
The knot inside you unravels, and she basks in the way you spasm around her digits, back arching up off the table. Moira lets you ride it out before slipping out, drawing a few lines up and down your glistening slit before pulling her hand away and reaching for the paper towl dispenser that hangs on the wall. She pats her hand dry and silently collects the clothes strewn about the room.
It takes a moment for you to get your bearings, but you manage to redress without making a fool of yourself.
“A word of advice,” Moira finally speaks, “you’re a good time, and I’m sure an adaquate employee, —but acting isn’t much your forte. Next time Angela sends you here to spy on me, spare me the pleasantries and let’s just skip to the good part.”
You can feel your ears burning, but you force a nod anyway.
“Yes, Doctor.”
#overwatch smut#overwatch#overwatch x reader#overwatch x reader smut#moira o'deorain#moira#moira odeorain#moira odeorain x reader#moira odeorain smut#moira o'deorain smut#moira odeorain x reader smut#moira o'deorain x reader smut#moira x reader smut#moira x reader#moira o'deorain x reader
625 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hi!! Can I request crushing and relationship headcanons for Junkerqueen with a fem s/o? Like how would she realize she likes them? thank you! :)
Junker Queen x Female Reader Relationship Headcanons
A/N: It's been a while y'all - boy am I glad to be back. Literally right after I posted my note about all of the stuff I'm working on, I got slammed with the biggest assessment I've had in my course so far (17 documents total once I'd finally finished it) and caught scarlet fever of all thing so it's taken a good while for me to finally feel well enough and have spare time to write - but here we are!
I'm so excited to write for my favourite built queen - this gif alone is makin me feel things. I'm going to format all of these the same way from now on with SFW and NSFW headcanons from now on. Ofc there will be warning for the NSFW section :)
I hope you enjoy anon despite the wait!
-Nat
SFW Headcanons
Odessa is the kind of gal that isn't really impressed by appearances.
Sure, she has her preferences and finds certain things attractive, but that isn't what piques her interest.
For Dez, it's all about personality, especially if you're the kind of person who is merciful and gentle with others.
This doesn't mean you have to be a doormat, in fact if you stand up for yourself (physically or verbally) when you feel as if you are being treated unfairly or others are being treated unfairly, that's possibly the hottest thing you could ever do in her eyes.
It's just something about the Peter Pan types that really captivates her. Not just in stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, but in being self aware of your strengths and using them to do right by those who are not in the same position of privilege.
This is how she figures out that her little crush on you was not just a little crush anymore.
She overheard you and another agent talking about life before the crisis, and found out that you used to do volunteer work every weekend delivering essentials to the homeless in your city and how much you missed your community outreach.
That and she watched you sock a guy in the face after he attempted to grope your friend at a bar.
It's healing for her and her inner child and she finds herself looking up to you as a role model - she's aware she's no angel and has done many questionable things to survive out there in the wasteland.
However she hopes that now as a part of Overwatch, she can be better and similarly to you, that she can use her position to help others less fortunate.
Dez is fine with casual or short term relationships and has had plenty in her time, she doesn't necessarily need to know someone to be attracted to them - but when she built that emotional connection with you, that's when she knew she was in for the long run.
The best part about dating Dez is that she isn't embarrassed easily - she's very open from the beginning which means conversation flows naturally with her. The downside of this is that for the first few months of being together, getting to sleep was nearly impossible, three am deep conversations just hit different.
This also means if you ever need anything, she is more than happy to accommodate.
Sick? She keeps note of the medication you need and when you need to take it so she can make sure you take it (and bring you water in your comfort water bottle to boot). That time of the month? If somehow the stash of your preferred products are out, she knows what you use - she will get you more without you even needing to ask (she will however check if you crave anything in particular on the way out).
Expect to be doing the same for her when she gets sick - she becomes the biggest needy baby when she's not feeling well.
She's stuck in bed? Yep. So are you.
Not even by choice either, she cages you with her arms and well that's that. There's no fighting this goliath of a woman.
Loves her cuddles - all positions.
Her favourite is being the little spoon though. It's not often that she gets to feel protected and cocooned (can you really blame her).
Loves PDA - particularly keeping an arm around your waist or you attached to her arm at all times, though she's known to do a casual steamy kiss in public when she's feeling particularly jealous.
If you're not one for PDA, she respects that boundary... However she will pout at you with those big red puppy dog eyes.
Absolutely hopeless at cooking and baking though not for lack of trying. Wakes you up regularly cursing about burning her toast.
Of course it's not all sunshine and rainbows.
Speaking of waking you up, Dez has nightmares somewhat regularly.
She's always so thankful to have you there to vent to if she needs it and cuddle with until she's calm enough to fall back asleep.
NSFW CONTENT WARNING
NSFW Headcanons (18+)
Sex to Odessa is powerplay, a safe space to be strong and vulnerable all in one.
Hard dom top - that control means everything to her.
This woman loves a good scrap (duh), if you choose to be a bratty sub, she eats that shit up.
Go ahead, try and buck her off of you, she's not even using half her strength. She can hold you down much harder.
Expect to be begging for mercy.
The two of you develop a safe word very early on in your relationship, Odessa would never forgive herself if she pushed you past your limit.
Definitely has and regularly uses an appropriately sized strap (ouch).
Dez has her kinks. Sex between the two of you is rarely vanilla unless other feelings are involved. She's entuned to what you need and your emotions, she knows when you need the gentler and less complicated sex or when you honestly just need someone to hold you.
That being said, she has a reasonably high sex drive. She can manage on her own if you can't or don't feel like it, but say the words and honestly she's ready when you are.
Though she really would prefer you called her Dez, Odessa, babe - really anything other than her title outside of the bedroom, call her your queen between the sheets - she'll go berserk.
Dabbles in pain play, something of an every now and then addition to the bedroom, it's not something she needs and the both of you really have to be in the mood for the more intensive side of sex. She does however love to see you take Gracie's hilt in every hole.
Unless you'd consider overstimulation a form of pain play. There is nothing she loves more than watching you struggle and beg with tears leaking from your eyes, completely at her mercy.
Light bondage when she doesn't feel like physically restraining you herself.
Claims your face as her throne whenever the mood strikes.
Speaking of claiming, your neck, collarbone and tits are never safe from her demanding mouth.
There aren't really many kinks that Dez would feel uncomfortable with, she would try pretty much anything before she knocks it.
Definite no though - I feel like she'd laugh at ironically calling her 'mommy'/'mummy', especially if you have a different accent, but considering her complicated family past, it just hits a little too close to home to take it seriously especially during sex.
Obviously amazing at foreplay, she knows what she likes which makes it so much easier from the start (not to mention her cheekily buying vibrating piercings just to mess with you) but honestly the best part is that she's enjoying herself just as much as you.
It's all give and take with Dez, you give as much as you get.
#overwatch#overwatch headcanon#overwatch x reader#overwatch imagines#Junker Queen#Junker Queen x Reader#Junker Queen x reader smut#smut#overwatch x reader smut
381 notes
·
View notes
Text
✮ ┆ MERCY TEACHING YOU HOW TO HUMP A PILLOW. angela ‘mercy’ ziegler
CONTENT WARNING. 18+ only, minors dni. NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT; female-bodied reader, angela is a meanie, masturbation, dry humping, pillow humping, pillow grinding, | ~0.9k words
A/N. this was requested to be put back on tumblr by a few people, idk what happened to it and how it got lost but it’s back now so i hope you guys enjoy it just like the first time!
there was a longer mission in plan for a smaller group of heroes, one that you weren't included in, but your girlfriend was, angela wasn't pleased about being torn away from your side for such a time, but being the way she is, she couldn't leave without tying a couple of loose ends up. the most important is you, because who will take care of such a sweet girl if she is not here to help you?
she guides you onto the bed, helping you out of your sweatpants and pushing your shirt up, getting a pleasant view of your chest, she reaches out for it, caressing your nipples over the fabric of your bra, leaning in to press kisses under your collar bone, when you don't protest, rather shiver at her touches and twitch into her hand she knows- she's got you wrapped around her finger now.
"try, it's not so different from when you sit on my face or cock, liebling." her words are like honey, coating your brain with the thick syrup of lust as she helps you onto the pillow, positioning you in front of herself to get the full experience. she holds your hand for a while, telling you to start, imagine it's her face.
so you try, trusting against the white pillow clumsily, squeezing her hand when your panties slip between your pussy lips and rub up against your sensitive bundle of nerves, curling and tucking your thin sack-covered feet under the pillow to keep it in place but you couldn't get it right, it didn't seem right, you complained about it, stopping multiple times even with her tugging you by the hand to continue.
"can't you do it without help or whining?" she groans, jerking your body back and forth by your wrist before throwing them away, pushing and pulling you on the pillow before settling behind you, her hips knocking against yours, multiple times as you take a look over your shoulder, angela's eyebrows knotting as she pushes herself onto her knees, thighs parting when she drags the pillow between her legs. her glare is sending lightning bolts your way, muttering something under her nose which you interpreted as her demand for you to turn around and start fucking the pillow with her.
you rock your hips, testing out the motion with her, and letting out a long, slow breath when angela's hand sat on your hip while her other adjusts the pillow, the position of her hand seems second nature as she holds the crinkled, battered form of it along the length of your slit and her fingers tips pressing it down over the shaft of your clit.
her touch feels electrifying, the feeling sends waves of pleasure over your body, making it so much harder to focus on your trusts rather than hers, the ability to think leaves you entirely as your tense shoulder and thigh muscles loosen, letting you settle fully onto the pillow, it feels even better like this, and even though you are barely sensitive, the pressure of the pillow through the thin cotton panties is enough to have your breathing catching a little in your throat.
feeling the doctor behind you continuing to press and grind her hips against yours, you bury your face into the mattress and press the pillow further against yourself. your legs are tense and rigid, your hips are struggling, and your breath is muffled behind the blankets. tongue lolls out of your mouth as you lick the sheets and try to picture her mouth against yours, easily dominating it as you hardly put up a fight to allow her to do so.
“you get it now, huh? to fuck yourself like this when i'm away." suddenly everything feels magnified- you feel as though you're so wet you can feel it spreading against your thighs, slicking up the pillow beneath you, and you're starting to ache with that familiar sensation as it begins to crest.
you close your legs tighter around the pillow and bare your teeth. the shared bed's frame is squeaking with each thrust you make, you spare a moment to hope that it doesn't thump against the thin wall, cause someone to come and interrupt your little learning lesson because you can feel it in your stomach now, that uncomfortable tight knot forming with heat sticking to your underwear.
"’m gonna c-cum-" you gasp, nearly too out of breath to go an. you're so close, so close, and you try and mash the pillow up against yourself and grind in tine tight motions, scrabbling for an image to finish yourself. it's one that you get with your hand, gripping and clawing her scalp as you tremble and jerk against her mouth, her fingers piercing you as she groans insults again your cunt, repeating the words she says before your cum leaks out of your hole, all over her face and fingers.
you trash against the pillow, fingers clawing into it, and finally collapsing onto your stomach. you lie there, breathing hard, the thin layer of sweat coating your back, cooling.
"sweet little thing, now you can take care of yourself."
#📗 — written by moss !#overwatch x reader#overwatch x reader smut#overwatch smut#overwatch mercy x reader#overwatch mercy x reader smut#mercy x reader#mercy x reader smut#angela mercy ziegler x reader smut#mercy smut
102 notes
·
View notes
Text
hcs of my favorite omnic,, ramattra ☆૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ა
sfw + nsfw
warning: trans male reader, top surgery but no bottom surgery, size kink, face riding, wall fucking, for the sake of this ramattra has a robo dick, riding, cumming on ramattras face, switch ramattra ????, nemesis form ramattra <3
sfw:
give him sweet little kisses on his face plate!!! he cant express how hot and bothered he is besides letting out soft flustered grunts
since he goes all over the place (yk kicking human ass and stuff) he finds you simple little things that remind him of you while he’s away
“i found this.. flower for you..just take it.”
he’d be so embarrassed to give it to you ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა
omg make flower crowns together!!! (it’s the simple things that make the silly omnic happy)
he sees you defending a smaller omnic from humans and he falls so much more in love,, he thinks that all humans are the same but you just show him that maybe it’s not what he seems
he keeps a photo of you in an empty compartment of his omnic body so when he misses you, he lets out a sweet sigh, an excuse for a smile <3
nsfw:
size kink ramattra!!!! he’s so much bigger than you !!
ride his face (drools) he grabs your waist as you ride his face plate
cum on his face plate he thinks it’s so hot it makes him more aroused ૮꒰˶> ༝ <˶ ꒱ა
he loves fucking you against a wall in his nemesis form <3
his nemesis form arms holds your arms above your head while his other arms hold your legs to keep you up; pushes you up and down him cock
he’s leaning towards being a top but he’ll bottom if you want him to!!
his favorite sight is seeing you struggle to take all his cock in your hole as you ride him
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-
bbg rammy (๑>•̀๑)!! he’s so cute,, i have like 10 hours on him in overwatch he’s so fun to play!!! i would play him more but i’m a mercy and widow main (48 hours for both of those lovely ladies <3) ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১
#covexation#overwatch x reader#overwatch x male reader#overwatch x reader smut#overwatch x male reader smut#ramattra x reader#ramattra x male reader#ramattra x reader smut#ramattra x male reader smut#overwatch x reader fluff#overwatch x male reader fluff#cove being in love with a robot era
246 notes
·
View notes
Note
Could you do shy trans! Male reader nsfw headcanons with Widowmaker? Reader has had top surgery but is still waiting to get bottom surgery and is slightly insecure about having female genetalia
NSFW HEADCANONS - Widowmaker.
-------
Summary: Personal head-canons of Widowmaker and her transgender boyfriend.
Pairing: Widowmaker x (TRANSGENDER) MALE! Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Angst, Bondage, Strap use.
Enjoy.
-------
You were a very closed off guy, decently shy, and introverted. This was just who you were, not because you were insecure of who you were, you were just simply always like that. You realized you were a boy at a young age, eventually growing up to transition and it made you feel 100x better about yourself, something finally felt real.
You met Widowmaker as Amelie Lacroix, you had become friends with her through Talon which was very unfortunate, but also fortunate. You two became close quickly, you two fit like puzzle pieces.
You knew about her husband, comforted her through that death and attempted to help her to move on. Throughout these times you fell in love with her, and she seemed to reciprocate these feelings eventually as well. Took her time, but they happened.
Amelie never cared for sex too much, but she still liked it to be an option to be open with whoever she was romantically involved with. You felt the same way, but your problem was downstairs.
She knew of your biology, though that didn’t matter to her. She had no preference, she loved you for every bit of you. Including the parts you hated, because she knew you loved all of her as well.
When she brought up the idea of sex, you immediately felt a wave of guilt wash over you. You couldn’t satisfy her with what you had, right? Isn’t that what makes a man so desirable? The piece you’re missing.
“Even if you had nothing between your legs at all, I’d still be asking.” She said, lifting your head up with her hand under your chin.
You push yourself to just go through with it, push yourself out of your comfort zone. You trusted Amelie, you knew she’d never see you as a woman, or even tell people about your biology. She’d never backstab you, it was just your anxiety.
---
You asked Amelie to take the lead, knowing she’d probably like that anyway. She’s a decently dominant woman, enjoys having control in the relationship and in the bedroom.
When she’d suck your dick, you’d never look down. You always kept your eyes up as tears rolled down the sides of your cheeks. They weren’t from comfortability, but from actual joy that you were actually able to experience pleasure in ways you thought you never could.
It seemed like she’d been fantasizing about this a lot, because she had a lot of ideas the moment you gave your full consent to her.
She loves tying you up with her webs, leaving marks all over you and tightening the webs enough to make red string marks all over your body.
She’d buy you a strap, and you found it to be your comfort to wear during intimate acts. You found it as a placeholder until you’d get your bottom surgery.
Amelie loved riding you, making you whine and cry and beg for her to slow down because it was too much for you. (she had a viberator for you, just so you felt pleasure with her as well)
You learned how attractive you found her accent to be in bed, she gave you orders, degraded you, praised you in her thick French accent. When you brought it up to her, she laughed -- making sure to use and abuse that fact when she got the chance.
You’d wanna fuck her from behind, pulling on her hair while slamming into her like there was no tomorrow. Even then, she’d ask you, “Is that all you can do? Toi, pauvre garçon.” (You poor boy.)
She was very cocky in the sheets, and you enjoyed a woman who didn’t double down despite getting her pussy drilled into.
#widowmaker x male reader#widowmaker x reader#widowmaker#overwatch 2#ow2#overwatch#widowmaker fanfiction#overwatch x male reader#overwatch x reader#overwatch x you#x male reader#transgender male reader#x transgender male#x trans male#widowmaker x transgender male reader#overwatch smut#overwatch x reader smut#widowmaker x reader smut#widowmaker x male reader smut#smut
28 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hii i’m the one who asked for the moira hq’s, do you think it could be a nsfw alphabet instead? 😣
NSFW Alphabet - Moira
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): Shut up, only silence and touch. Moira isn't really a talkative lover when she's intimate. She'll hold you, however she prefers silence, and maybe a couple words of affirmation. If you try to talk to her, expect only hums in reply as she groans tiredly into your neck.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Of herself? Probably her hair. Moira takes a lot of pride in keeping her hair styled. Of you? Probably your neck, Moira doesn't do well with intimate eye contact, so she'll bury herself in your neck instead.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) No, sorry, she is getting the towels. She is kind of a neat freak, also is meh about cum tbh.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Loves when you call her doctor in bed, it REALLY gets her going.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) She fooled around in her younger years, but it's been a while for sure.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Lotus hands down. Likes to have you in her lap.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Not goofy at all.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Up to you reader.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) For Moira, it's either very romantic (her sense of it at least) or a stress fuck. She will angry fuck you before breaking down in your arms.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): Rarely, but still does.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): Bondage, roleplay, use of aphrodisiacs, light degradation.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do) The Lab, office, or bedroom. No and's ifs for buts about it.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): Calling her doctor, Her own anger sex is kind of an unhealthy channel for that anger tbh she needs to talk about her problems please talk to this woman she needs help, and jaw caresses.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) I really don't know with Moira, I feel like she doesn't mind the edge of danger, so do expect to be played with a little dangerously. No talking during sex, that is a big pet peve, names and an occasional sentence is ok, but it's a huge turn off for her.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Loves receiving it, not too fond of giving it, but she is proficient if you ask nicely of her.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Slow and sensual, but if she's angry she is rough with pace. Usually aggressively fast, her nails digging and clawing into your skin as she rolls her hips harshly into yours against her lab table.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Nope, not for her.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Big risk taker, she lives at the edge of danger.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Not long, Moira doesn't have the best endurance, but she'll try.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) No, she misuses extra lab equipment. She might have a strap or a butt plug, but that's as much as I can think rn.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Depends on the mood, if she's feeling a little sadistic, oh yeah.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) louder than you'd think, loud groans and grunts.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Has misused biotic orbs.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) up to you reader.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Mild, once a week?
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Normal sex, she falls asleep last, if it's angry sex she collapses on the bed and passes out.
#moira o'deorain#moira x reader#overwatch 2#ow2#overwatch x reader smut#overwatch x reader#overwatch#fanfiction
176 notes
·
View notes
Text
Corazón: Sombra x fem!reader
Summary: You have had a crush on sombra for awhile and you finally decide to tell her how you feel and that confession leads to a night you’ll never forget. NSFW!
You’ve been with talon for a few months now, going on missions to stop anything or anyone that tries to stop Talon in their efforts for a better world. While working for them you have had your eye on a certain purple haired hacker, you’ve been on missions with her many times and her charms have grown on you enough to develop a crush on her.
You are currently in the common room at Talon’s base and looking over at Sombra who is hacking a targets file digging up information. You figured you would finally muster up the courage to tell her your feelings but you figure you are way out of her league, she is one talon’s best agents and your just a low rank field operative, she’s beautiful and your just you.
Widowmaker enters the room and sees you taking glances at her, she rolls her eyes and walks over to you, “Why don’t you just tell her how you feel?”, “Geez! Lacroix you scared me”, “I’m an assassin cherie of course you won’t hear me come up behind you”, you roll your eyes at her, even though Widowmaker has no feelings you managed to make a decent friendship with her over the months. “You need to tell her eventually otherwise she’ll figure it out herself”, Widowmaker turns to look at Sombra who is hacking away, “Which I’m surprised she hasn’t already”, you look at her “I don’t know Amelie, she’s great and I’m just me”, “Don’t sell yourself short y/n, if you truly want her to know how you feel, deep down you’ll find the courage to tell her”, you chuckle “You’ve been with Tracer again haven’t you?” , she looks at you, you and Sombra are the only ones who knows about her relationship with the overwatch agent, “Keep that under wraps cherie”, you both laugh, “I really like her Amelie”, “You can do this”, “ You’re never this nice, what’s going on?”, “I’m only telling you so maybe you’ll stop screwing up on your missions because you’re making googly eyes at Sombra”, “There’s the Widow I know”, you chuckle, “Just do something or I’ll tell her myself”, she says and walks out the common room.
“Hey y/n” Sombra says walking towards you, as she gets closer you take in her beautiful figure and her hips which drive you wild when she walks. Your heart starts to pound and butterflies in your stomach start to form. “H-Hey Sombra”, you say nervously no doubt she noticed, “I’ve dug up some information on our target, you wanna discuss it later tonight in your room?”, your eyes go wide, “I thought Reaper was working on that mission with you?”, “Oh cariño I forgot to tell you I switched him with you because I need you’re specific expertise on this one”, now you were really sweating, she specifically chose you to do this with, “Wow Sombra thank you!, that’s huge praise coming from you”, “Heh flattery will get you everywhere with me sweetheart”, did she just call you that!?!?! “So I’ll meet you in your room later tonight, we can order something and discuss while we eat, sound good?”, “Y-yeah I’d love that”, you say nervously, “Great, see you then mi corazón”, as she walks away you finally breathe not noticing you’ve been holding your breath the entire time. You also take note of what she called you before she left, you noticed she has called you that multiple times and you haven’t asked her what it means.
-TIMESKIP-
Later that night you’re frantically cleaning your room so it can look nice for her, as your putting away the rest of your clothes you hear a knock at the door, you panic, “Just a second”, you scramble to put the last thing away and head to open the door, “Hey Sombra!”, you say leaning against the door way trying to look calm and collected, “Hey!, I hope you like Chinese food”, she says as she holds up the bag with the food in it.
As you two are eating, Widowmakers words kept playing in the back of your head and you thought to yourself if tonight is the night to tell her how you feel. You both finish your food and start discussing your next target, “Oh look he has a girlfriend”, Sombra points at the screen she’s pulled up, “Can we use that to our advantage?”, you asked her, “I don’t know, I wouldn’t know anything about that kind of stuff, I’ve never dated”, you start to blush, maybe this is a sign to tell her, “Wow really?, anyone would be lucky to date you”, did you just say that out loud!?!?!, she puts her screen away with a flick of her wrist, “Oh would they now?”, she scoots closer to you on your bed, “Please tell me more about that”, you grow hot as she got close to you but you see this as the perfect opportunity.
You take a deep breath but you can’t look at her, “Well your smart, funny, snarky but in a good way, and you’re very beautiful, you should be appreciated, and loved”, you couldn’t bear to look at her, Sombra put her index finger under your chin so your forced to look at her, “Now was that so hard to say?”, you look at her confused, “I’ve been waiting for that to come out of your mouth for months now”, you look at her shocked, “I like you too y/n, and I wanna explore what we have going on here, mi vida”.
You looked up at her, your flush deepening. She reached out, a silent question, to which you nodded and allowed her to cup your cheeks, bringing you in closer until you were lightly pressed up against her body. Your fingertips twitched and you raised your hands, resting them on the curves of her hips. She hummed, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Her nails, on one hand, traced down your face, down to your collarbone, and then to the back of your neck where she scratched gently. Her touch, yet gentle, was electrifying, sending shivers straight down your spine, and unconsciously, you pressed your body further against hers.
You felt your body go limp and she took the moment to press her lips against yours. Surprisingly, it was gentle at first, your chest blooming with affection. Her lips were gorgeously softer than you could have possibly imagined. The velvety plush melding almost too perfectly with your own. You allowed your eyes to close as your arms raised to her neck, wrapping themselves around it. The normally cool skin of her face and neck began to heat up as you pressed further into this kiss and moaned against her lips. That did it for her. She deepened the kiss, her touches becoming more frantic, more desperate.
She pushes you back into the bed, you wrapped your arms around her neck, running your fingers through her hair. Her hands traveled up and down the length of your body, groaning softly against the kiss as they landed on your hips and pulled them closer to her own. She broke the kiss, leaving you silently gasping for air, and placed open-mouthed kisses down your neck and to your collarbone. Your back arched, pushing your chest out to her. As she continues to trail kisses down your neck you tell her something important, “Ah-Uh Sombra?”, she hums in response still kissing you, “I’ve never done this before…at least with a woman”, she looks up at you, “That’s ok mi vida”, she kisses your lips, “We’ll go slow”.
Your arm hooked back around her neck and brought her closer as you pressed your lips against hers, breathing out a trembling moan. She deepened the kiss and licked at your lower lip and when you parted your lips, her tongue met yours, brushing up against each other as you both let out sensual moans. Her kiss was dominant and dare say primal as her fingers circled around your clit through the garment. Her other hand slid up your stomach and tugged down the front of your dress by the hem, revealing your pretty lacy bra. Her eyes opened as she watched herself cup one of your breasts, giving it a firm squeeze before pulling up the entire piece altogether.
She kept her thumb over your clit as her fingers probed at the fabric. With a smirk, she pulled her hand away, marveling at the wetness that was covering them.
"Look how wet you are for me, [Y/N]."
Your eyes fluttered and leaned your head back, giving her full access to your neck which she greedily took. Her hand returned back to its original place as she sucked against your pulse, still massaging one of your breasts before switching to the other to give it the same kind of attention.
Aroused was far from what you were feeling at this point, it was beyond that. You felt her touch everywhere, expertly knowing what made a woman tick, every grope, stroke, and bite was pure ecstasy. You didn't want to end just there, your body wanted to feel sore the next day, desperate to feel her touch in more ways than one.
Your thighs began to twitch when she added more pressure against you, mixed with small bites on the particularly sensitive part of your neck that never failed to make your body tremble. The way her hips rolled and bucked up against you guaranteed that she was enjoying this as much as you were, her soft groans rumbling against your skin.
She took your clothes off nice and slow until you are bare underneath her. She kissed your inner thighs, nipping at the soft flesh. Every cell in your body felt like it was on fire and when you felt her gently blow against you, your hips jerked. One of her hands held you down by the waist, keeping you still.
You stared down at her, panting heavily as she gazed up at you through her eyelashes. You fisted the bedsheets with a white-knuckled grip and she lowered herself further, muttering filthy things under her breath. Your hips mustered enough strength to buck up towards her and that's when finally her tongue ran up your slit, still making sure to maintain eye contact with those gorgeous, sultry eyes. You bit your lip, a shaky sigh exhaling through your nose as she did it again, moaning at simply your taste.
She yanked you closer to her face and used her thumbs to part your lips, cleaning up all the wetness with her tongue. Paying absolutely no mind to your throbbing clit, only feeding her own pleasures. Her tongue danced around your entrance, pulling back occasionally to savor the mess that she was only making worse. Just the sensation alone made you clench around nothing, desperate to have something fulfill your desire.
One of her hands trailed up your body and wrapped itself around your neck, groaning at the way your cries and moans vibrated against her palm. You wanted more, your body craved it and you'd do absolutely anything for her to give it to you. You pulled her hand away from your neck and kissed the center of her palm before dragging your tongue along the length of her digits. This seemed to only spur Sombra further as her tongue dipped inside your aching cunt.
Her other arm prevented you from squirming and you gripped the other, your nails digging into her skin. You kissed the tips of her fingers before taking two of them into your mouth as her tongue explored inside of you.
You moaned as her fingers pressed down on your tongue and held it for a few seconds, then allowed you to continue worshiping them.
When it seemed like Sombra had her fill she pulled away, leaving open-mouthed kisses on both of your thighs, her fingers slipping out of your mouth.
Her glistening fingers found themselves at your entrance before slipping inside.Sombra cooed gently, biting her bottom lip as she pumped them in and out of you. You felt yourself immediately clamp down on her, your back arching once again as you cried out her name.
"Look how beautiful. Taking me like the good girl you are...so tight for me."
"Sombra…Sombra, please…"
You threw an arm over your face and let out a small scream when her fingers curled inside of you, brushing against the velvet of your walls.
Her eyelids fluttered and leaned back down, finally brushing her tongue against your clit. You gasped sharply and tangled your fingers into her purple tresses. She flicked over it, tracing with circles and figure eights as her fingers worked dutifully inside of you. When her plush lips wrapped themselves over the swollen bud and sucked, you felt yourself begin to reach your climax. You tugged onto her hair as your thighs trembled around her head, your moans and screams rising in pitch. She grunted each time you pulled and managed to breathe out, “That’s it babygirl, cum for me”.
White, hot pleasure bloomed into your vision as you came, chanting her name like a prayer. Sombra worked you down from your orgasm before slowly pulling out her fingers, cleaning them off with her tongue.
Sombra licked her lips and crawled onto the bed, hovering over you. "Absolutely delicious." She took in the panting, trembling form beneath her and pressed her lips against yours. You immediately deepened the kiss once you tasted yourself on her tongue, pulling her body down against yours until your chests were touching.
Your hands roamed down her body, touching all that you could reach as your lips clashed together. Her body felt amazing against yours, just the feeling of her soft, caramel skin under your touch left you breathless. Your nails ran down her back and pass her augments,she grasped the top of the headboard. Her hair were tossed out of place and stuck to her forehead. She broke away from the kiss and whispered huskily into your ear. "You're going to use that pretty mouth on me now. Okay, sweet girl?"
The way she panted against your skin nearly made your eyes roll back and you nodded.
"Please...I want to make you feel good too."
She gave you another deep kiss before sitting up, carefully lifting one of her legs and settling herself right above your face. You eagerly adjusted yourself under her, wrapping your arms around her thighs as they bracketed your face.
You wet your lips as she got comfortable, distributing her weight so that she didn’t crush you, not like that would’ve been a problem anyway. She reached down and guided your mouth against her clit, hissing softly when your tongue made contact. Her hips slowly rolled as she leaned her head back, running her hand down her throat as she hummed. “Right there, that’s it.”
You buried your face against her as you mimicked her ministrations from earlier, learning what exactly made her breath hitch. She reacted better to long, broader strokes, relishing in the sensations you were providing for her.
She was definitely a louder lover than you were and frankly, it was hot. She reached back, balancing herself on your thighs as her back arched, beginning to set a faster rhythm for herself. Your eyes were clouded with lust, dizzy from her intoxicating taste that you found yourself already addicted too. Matching her pace, you sunk your nails into her flesh, leaving crescent-shaped marks against it, your moans vibrating against her.
"Fuck, don't stop. God, you're going to make me cum."
She straightened out, once again gripping the headboard tightly. You ran your hands up her stomach, your thumb tracing over a light, old scar that ran across her lower abdomen. The other hand reached further, cupping her breast and giving it a firm squeeze.
Sombra looked down at you through half-lidded eyes, her mouth open as she moaned. Once her thighs began to shake, you flattened out your tongue, letting her grind against it, letting her use you.
"That's it, corazón...you're going to make me cum, fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" Her hand covered her mouth in an effort to contain her EMP, when she blessed you with one of her muffled cries as she came against your tongue. You dragged your tongue around her clit, making her twitch harshly against your mouth.
Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, still occasionally bucking before she lifted herself off of you and collapsed by your side. She closed her eyes as she came down from her high.
You weren't done with her, not by a longshot.
You sat up and straddled her hips, gently running a hand down her sternum. She smiled and opened her eyes, chuckling softly. "Insatiable are we?"
"I can't help it when you're laying here naked for me." You stuck out your bottom lip and gave her your best innocent expression.
She sat up, pulling your hips closer to her own. "Be careful what you wish for, mi vida. You're going to be begging me to stop."
"Don't make promises you can't keep." You gently kissed the tip of her nose, biting your lip as her hold on you tightened.
-TIMESKIP-
The next few hours were spent pulling orgasms from one another, late until the sun began to rise.
You were both spent, your back pressed against her chest as your head laid on one of her arms. She lazily pressed sweet kisses along your neck before burying her face into your hair.
This was bliss.
You were right where you belonged.
"Sombra?"
She hummed tiredly, adjusting the blanket, leaning back over to place a kiss on your cheek.
"I want to be with you, officially."
Your heart nearly soared when you felt her smile against your skin.
"You read my mind exactly."
113 notes
·
View notes
Text
Request Guidlines:
No incest or stepcest (I'm okay with using Daddy/ Mommy as a kink, but not in an incest way)
No gore (Minor injuries are fine just nothing too worrying)
All of the characters will be portrayed as over the age of 20
I will do Fluff Imagines if requested
No death scenarios
No gross kinks (Like piss, cutting, etc)
For dating head canons and NSFW writings for Tracer, Emily (Tracers GF), Pharah, and 76 I will respectfully write for their sexualities. Pharah, Emily, Tracer are Lesbians. While 76 is Gay. As for Baptiste I will only write dating head canons and NSFW for both Male and Female readers. Since LifeWeaver is Pansexual I’m okay with writing any dating head canons and NSFW writings for him.
As for Mauga and the other two new characters that are going to be released later this year and next year I will only write SFW stuff for them since we don’t know their sexualities. I know that Mauga goes by He/Him and I don’t know about the other two, but I think the new DPS that was shown at Blizzcon was referred to as They/Them and the new Support I think was She/Her. Let me know if I’m wrong.
I will not write NSFW for Wrecking Ball, Winston, Echo, and Orisa because that’s gross. I’ll write SFW stuff for them just nothing romantic unless the reader is another humanoid animal like them. Also, on Blizzards website it’s says that Echo is 14 and Orisa is 1, but I will only do SFW content for those two.
Please make sure to include if you want the reader is a Tank, a Damage, or a Support hero
Master List
#overwatch x reader#ramattra x human reader#zenyatta x reader#genji x reader#Overwatch smut#overwatch#Overwatch x reader smut#Overwatch fluff#Overwatch x reader fluff
47 notes
·
View notes
Text
Cole Cassidy Gives You a Lesson at the Shooting Range
Pairing: Cole Cassidy x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, teasing, dirty talk, semi-public sex, implied age-gap, clit stimulation
A/N: I haven't touched Overwatch in a long ass time but Cole is still one of my mains.
"You can't have your stance shaky like that darlin'." Cole rasped into your ear, his thrusts making your arms not just your hips shake. "What did I teach you just a little while ago? You have to have perfect aim no matter the situation. Not even a cock can be a distraction."
"Then let me suck you off and see how well you're gonna shoot." Nevermind that you tried that already, several times where he was thrusting his cock in your mouth, fucking his cum down your throat every time a bullet hit it's target. It was infuriating when he asked you if you thought he was shooting blanks. "Ah! Damn it, Cole, sto-op! I need to focus." Instead of listening to you he doubled his efforts, his metal fingers finding your clit, his movement a little restricted by your underwear.
When he came up behind you to observe your aim you suspected that the cowboy had something planned, usually he watched from afar, smoking on his cigar and offering comments.
"I need to get up close and personal. Otherwise you're never gonna learn anythin'." He kept his other hand on yours, showing you where to fire, "Shoot... now!" His cock buried itself deep into your wet pussyhole, your aim slipping, the bullet grazing the target. "Yup. Someone needs a lot more lessons. Good thing I'm here. With my help you'll be an expert shot in no time, little missy. I'm not gonna be in this town forever, I gotta make sure a pretty thing such as yourself can protect herself. I know you're the mayor's daughter and all but a little extra protection can't hurt."
"Says the man who said he hates the feel of condoms on his dick." There was a time when you would have slapped Cole for the way he talked to you, he was a stranger then, just another man passing through and surprisingly making a detour into your bed several times.
"I might live a rough lifestyle but I'm always clean, darlin', especially when I got a pretty lady like you to keep myself busy with." He started moving again, his cock pulsing, a feeling you knew well by now, "Aren't you gonna shoot?"
You placed the gun onto the table and bent over the smooth surface, rocking your body against his, "No. But you'll be soon, won't you Cole?"
"If you keep using that cunt like that I sure will, sweetheart." Looks like you would need to take care of him first if you had any real shot of learning how to handle a gun properly. A gun lesson and a quick, hard fuck, Cole Cassidy sure turned out be a real blessing for you in the long run.
#cole cassidy x reader#overwatch x reader#cole cassidy x you#overwatch x you#cole cassidy headcanons#cole cassidy imagines#overwatch smut#cole cassidy smut#smut drabble#smutember 2023#x female reader
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
Valentine's NSFW - Overwatch Men
Pairings: Baptiste, Cassidy, Genji, Hanzo, Ramattra & Reaper x fem! reader (reader uses she/her pronouns + has a pussy)
Genre: smut/NSFW
CW: cheesy Valentines things, aftercare, manhandling, bondage, role play, toys, shibari, praise, degradation, dirty talk, oral (giving & receiving) unprotected sex, p in v, cum stuffing, overstimulation, cervix fucking, teasing
i flopped so hard this Valentine’s Day but here’s some overwatch content 😭 im sorry my fellow lucio enjoyers i simply couldn’t do it i could not write him for valentines
—
Baptiste:
he’s a busy man, it’s a rare occasion that he has a day off, let alone two
wants to make the most of his time with you
takes his time to decorate your room, even changing the sheets to nice red ones and lighting some candles
for him it’s all about the ambience
takes his time to seduce you, starting with kissing you, then moving down your neck and so on
takes his time with your chest, his expert hands turning you into a moaning mess
when you’re finally so wet that you’re begging him just to touch you, he knows you’re ready
has you spread out on the bed, his head buried between your legs
it’s been so long since he was able to eat you out, it’s like a feast to him
doesn’t stop until you’ve came on his face at least twice, until his beard and chin are dripping with your juices
he’s so gentle but so intentional with his touches
teases your clit with his cock and laughs at the way you squirm and plead for him to put it in
once he puts it in, it’s not coming out until he’s fully satisfied
the man is insatiable, he’s drilling his cock into you like he’s trying to push it straight into your womb
it brushes your cervix and makes you wince, the pain only adding to the overwhelming pleasure you feel
loves cumming inside of you but saves it for special occasions like today
his aftercare is unmatched, the man has a basket of things to help soothe you after the fact
he’ll massage your shoulders and talk you down
and always forces you to pee because god forbid you get a UTI (although he’d take extra good care of you then, too)
Cassidy:
wants to try absolutely anything
he’s always a kinky mf but Valentine’s is his excuse to dial it up to 11
buys you cute underwear that you can show off to him
wants to roleplay
once you get in bed with this man you’re not getting out all night
he’ll have your hands cuffed behind your back while he watches you try to ride him
just watching you struggle to take his cock without bracing yourself with his hands is enough to have him cumming
it’s just so cute how pathetic you are, dragging your walls up and down his thick cock and whining how it’s “too much”
gets tired of your whining and has you flipped in doggy, your head pressed into the mattress
this man is breeding you for hours
even after your pussy is aching and dripping with his cum, he’ll try to keep going
switches between praise and degradation so fast he gives you whiplash
“so good f’me…takin’ my cock so well.”
spanks you if you get too quiet
“fuck, you’re sucha slut for me, aren’t ya?”
there will be bruises on your wrists from the handcuffs
when he finally lets you out of the bed, you can’t even walk on your own
so he runs you a hot bath with nice smelling salts, candles and lotions
Genji:
kinky mf
he’s probably been preparing for tonight for months
has some of that aphrodisiac chocolate and definitely feeds it to you
so much foreplay
he has you laying against his chest, legs spread out over his own, your pussy wide open for his fingers to dip into
he loves playing with you and teasing you, listening to you whimper that’s it’s ’too much’ and you ‘can’t take it anymore’
your cute whines must make him want to bury his cock in you and pound you
but tonight is about you and he wants to take his time
definitely brought some toys with him, like a magic wand and a rabbit
has the vibrator pressed against your clit while he fingers you
even after you cum a few times and whine about how you’re getting overstimulated, he still wants to fuck you until your brain is mush
it’s sweet relief when he finally puts the toys away and lays you down on the bed
you weakly spread your legs around his hips and give him access to your puffy pussy
feels so fucking good
he gets so deep inside you every time, and he’s going slow enough that you can feel it every time his cockhead brushes your walls
whispers praises in your ear about how good you are, about how you just need to give him one more and he’ll be done
“one more” turns into an extra hour
by the end of the night, you’re completely fucked out and drooling, your pussy aching from how good he took care of you
helps you clean yourself up, planting kisses on your burning skin
Hanzo:
SHIBARI
he’s been waiting so long for you to want to try it
you run to the bedroom when you get back from dinner
Hanzo is so patient waiting outside until you finally yell come in
you’ve stripped yourself to just your lingerie and you’re kneeling on the floor, holding silky red ropes in your hands
he’s instantly hard just seeing you submit to him
binds you up so nicely in the pretty little ropes, making sure you’re properly tied but keeping all your good places on display
manhandles you in front of him so he can prod at that pretty mouth with his cock
smears pre all of your lips and cheeks before pushing past your mouth and finally feeling your tongue on his length
you look so cute and helpless sitting beneath him and slobbering on his cock
probably straight up carries you by the ropes on your back and tosses you into the bed
you are doing it in every position tonight
bent over, balls slapping your clit with every thrust
on top of him, laying on his chest clawing desperately while he pounds you
against the wall, over the bed, on your knees, on his lap
he’s taking you any way he can
ends it in a mating press, undoing some of the ropes to offer you enough slack to fold your knees into your chest
leans over and coos about how cute you look with tears and cum smeared on your face
you’re stuffed with cum at the end of the night, laid out in the bed, face on his chest
Ramattra:
has no idea what Valentines is, and even after you explain doesn’t quite understand it
but if it’s important to you…
is teasing you the whole fucking day
pinning you against the wall and rubbing your pussy until you’re dripping wet, pulling you into his lap when you walk by so you can feel the thrumming in his crotch plate
he wants you soaked, prepped and ready for him at any time so that when he does decide to take you, he doesn’t have to waste any time
has you cockwarming him while he does work, an arm around your waist to hold you down on his massive length while his other taps away at a keyboard
you’re squirming and writhing in his lap for more but his grip is like iron
eventually he gives in to your incessant pleasing
“it’s St Valentines after all”
but don’t even think about trying to disobey him or try anything funny
pretty much uses you like a flesh light the rest of the night
the benefit of him being so strong is that he can manoeuvre you in anyway that he wants
and given that he’s an omnic, he can go all night and never falter
he’s brutal with his thrusts, pounding into you until your juices are spraying out and coating the plates of his thighs
“Look at how you’re gushing on me,” he teases, “look at how ruined your pussy is.”
probably fucks you until you’re on the verge of falling asleep
after he’s done with you, when you’re laying and looking al cute and fucked out in his bed
he’ll just brush your hair away from your face. “Happy St Valentine’s, dear.”
Reaper:
he does not give a fuck about Valentine’s Day
but if it gives him an excuse to take you in anyway he wants, he’s in
absolutely not what he has in mind when you’re binding him to your headboard with handcuffs
he won’t admit it but he’s into it
you spend over an hour just teasing him
rubbing, licking, drooling on his cock, watching the way he shifts uncomfortably with every move
it’s only after he calls out, “just fuck me or move on, please” that you listen to him
Reyes never says please so you know he’s desperate
of course you won’t even think about putting his cock inside of you until he's came in your mouth at least once
when you finally straddle his hips and sink down on his cock, Reaper is beyond impatient
he’s straining against his handcuffs, telling you what a whore you are and how he can’t wait to get out of these and fuck you silly
you ride him painfully slow, scratching up his chest with your nails as you slide up and down his cock
eventually you get desperate and start bouncing even more, forcing his cock as deep as it can go
just as you’re about to cum, Reaper snaps the bedposts and frees his hands
you’re in shock from the pure fucking strength it took and have no time to react before he’s flipping you on your back and taking you
the muscles in his arms are strained as he props himself up above you, veins protruding
just for teasing him, you’re not leaving the room until you’ve come at least three or four times
or unless you beg for mercy (though Gabe is a wild card, and it’s a 50/50 if he’ll even let you go)
—
masterlist | overwatch masterlist
#overwatch 2#overwatch#ow2#overwatch x reader#overwatch x you#ow#overwatch fic#xreader#overwatch headcanons#x you#cole cassidy x you#cole cassidy smut#genji shimada#Genji Shimada x reader#Genji Shimada smut#ramattra x reader#Ramattra smut#baptiste augustin x reader#Baptiste augustin smut#reaper x reader#reaper smut#Hanzo Shimada#Hanzo Shimada smut
589 notes
·
View notes
Text
Mauga NSFW alphabet
Maugaloa Malosi x GN!Reader
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Very caring, especially if he was rough with you. Some nights he will press a damp cloth between your legs, others he’ll run you a bath. He definitely cuddles after too. (He’s the big spoon obviously)
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Yours: I see him as an ass man but tbh I don’t think he has a big preference. Tits, ass, thighs, it doesn’t matter. As long as he has something to hold on to.
His: His chest..for obvious reasons lmao
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Comes thick heavy loads and he loves to come inside. Filling you up and fucking you full of his seed makes him feel closer to you, like you are bonded together. It’s like he’s marking you as his. So when he pulls out, he’ll make sure to push his cum back in, making you whimper in sensitivity.
Coming down your throat is a close second for sure, though. Loves seeing you all teary eyed, gazing up at him as you swallow whatever you can. Seeing you all submissive like that is such a pretty sight.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
I feel like he’d be an open book tbh- so none?
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He definitely knows what he’s doing. With his “living every day like it’s his last” mentality and low impulse control, I feel like he would fuck often. Prob would mainly have one night stands, but he doesn’t care. He sees something he wants, he takes it.
Also “Let’s go break some hearts!” Def has a double meaning to it and that’s all the proof I need
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
You on top (aka Cowgirl)- It’s much easier with you on top, especially considering how fucking big this man is, but that doesn’t mean you have control. Not at all. He’ll have his hands on your hips, moving you at whatever pace he wants, bouncing you on him. He also appreciates the view of you up close, right in his lap.
Full Nelson- He loves manhandling..and if that includes folding you like a lawnchair then so be it
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
In his own way, yeah. He’d probably make jokes that only he finds funny in his sadistic mind, like seeing you struggle from how good and overwhelmed he’s making you feel.
Maybe if you’re nervous he’ll make a joke or two, just to get you to relax.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Somewhat groomed..he rlly only does trims when it gets too long, but there’s always a patch of black hair down there lol
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Def depends on your relationship with him. If it’s a one night stand, then little to none. Maybe a kiss here or there, but it’s more heated than intimate, all tongue and teeth.
It’s not until you’ve been dating him for a while, and you get his walls to come down and get him to trust and love you that he gets really intimate. He slows down a bit more, looks you in the eyes..not just to see your expression but to see you…all of you. And he kisses and holds onto you like he never wants to let go. Like if he does, you’ll slip through his fingers and disappear. Will whisper affections into your ear and against your lips and neck with every slow roll of his hips.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Again, it depends on your relationship with him. If you’re dating, maybe once in a while, like if he’s away on a long mission. He’ll probably either do it while calling you so he can hear your voice, or he’ll send a video, calling you a tease and telling you how much he misses you. And if he can’t get through to you then, he’ll do it the old fashioned way..but he won’t be happy about it lmfao
If you’re not in a relationship with him…but he’s planning on getting you or trying to get in your pants, much more often. Will definitely fantasize about you often and all the nasty things he wants to do you. And if you don’t pay him attention/play hard to get or whatever, he’ll definitely want you much more. After all, he loves the chase.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Size Kink- Loves that you’re smaller than him, seeing the size difference in your hands and bodies always gets him going, especially when you struggle to take him, no matter how much he’s stretched you out before.
Praise/Degradation- He does both- but his degrading isn’t all insults and stuff, more like talking to you in that condescending tone and teasing you- and for praise he’ll tell you how good you are for him and how pretty you are…whatever gets more of a reaction from you.
Overstimulation/Dumbification- Loves when you’re all fucked out and dumb on his cock, crying and writhing, hardly any thoughts left in your head except for how good he’s making you feel.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Basically anywhere, the man does not give a fuck. He will fuck you anytime anywhere: at your place, at his, in a cabana at the beach (it’s not his cabana), and even in one of the storage closets on Talon’s base.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Lots of stuff..it could be the smallest thing, like if you look at him a certain way, or accidentally brush against him, but he loves to piss you off. He thinks you’re sexy when you’re angry, and he sometimes he gets you mad on purpose because he enjoys seeing you like that, and he can fuck the attitude right out of you
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
While Mauga is a strong willed and stubborn person, he definitely wouldn’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with. The moment you tell him to stop or say no, he’ll stop. He respects you and your boundaries.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He’s a giver for sure. It doesn’t matter what size you are, big, small or in between, he will have you sit on his face..and put ALL of your weight on him lmfao. He’s nasty and messy, but he’s amazing at giving head. It always leaves your legs shaky, especially since he probably won’t let you go until you’ve come on his face at least twice.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Def on the faster/rougher side but there might be some nights when he’s slow and passionate, if he’s feeling really romantic, or if you ask him nicely.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He doesn’t mind them, even though he prefers to draw things out. But if it’s an opportunity to get physical with you, he’ll go for it. (He def does them when he’s about to leave for a mission, fucking you five minutes before he has to get to the hangar)
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Mauga loves adrenaline and risky stuff, so absolutely. Will do whatever you want and/or are up for.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He has lots of stamina, especially after his heart transplants. He will either go until you can’t take anymore or until he’s satisfied.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Probably has a few, which are mainly for you. He uses them occasionally, but mostly prefers skin to skin contact.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He loves to tease. Will edge you for hours before he finally gives you release. He’ll also taunt and mock you in the midst of it.
“Awww is it too much for my poor baby? Too bad.”
“You wanna cum so bad, don’t you? I can see you cryin for it. Be good and I’ll give it to you…eventually.”
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s a pretty loud guy, not too loud, but loud enough to piss off your neighbors. Mainly growls, grunts, and groans. No whimpers..sorry :(
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He’s a biter, especially with those sharp ass teeth of his. He loves to cover you with hickeys and bites, from your throat to the crook of your shoulder. He’ll complain whenever you try to cover them up, and if the marks start to fade, he’ll just leave more. Everyone has to know who you belong to, after all.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Okay, bear with me y’all…but Mauga is a huge ass guy, so my guess is 8.5 inches, more girthy than long, but not too thick. He has a pretty cock for sure, with a slight curve a veins or two running up it, and a dark brown tip.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Very high. It’s always been somewhat high but after his surgery and his whole mental shift to living on the edge, he decides that he does whatever he wants when he’s feeling it (dont get me wrong he is very intelligent and calculated, but sometimes he just destroys shit when he wants to, and the same can be said about sex lmao)
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
It takes him a little while. He always has to watch you fall asleep first, making sure you’re safe and comfortable in his arms. He strokes your hair, rubs soothing circles into your back, before he eventually falls asleep himself.
#babygirlification#maugaloa malosi#mauga ho'okano#mauga x reader#ow mauga#overwatch mauga#overwatch x reader#overwatch fanfiction#mauga#Mauga fanfic#Mauga smut#overwatch smut
407 notes
·
View notes
Text
TILL I'M FINALLY FIXED. . . ! — ( MOIRA O'DEORAIN. )
#. synopsis! — you know this is a nasty habit, but it's not one you're willing to break until it breaks you first .
#. contains! — f!reader , explicitly nsfw content , lesbian smut, female on female, dirty talk , explicit age difference , references to power imbalances , oral sex , cunnilingus , dom!moira , sub!reader , one-sided stimulation , giving preference (moira) , praise , sort of birthday sex , collaring , mentions of alcohol (past) , mentions of smoking + cigarettes , toxic relationship dynamics , explicit references to mommy issues , implied rough childhood (reader) , usage of a sex toy (vibrator) , thigh riding , multiple positions , multiple orgasms .
#. word count! — 4.1k .
You know you shouldn’t be here, —but here you are yet again, coming to Moira’s every beck and call. All it took was one text and you’re standing in front of her door in a nice little dress that won’t stay on for much longer anyhow, but you wanted to wear it because you bought it less for yourself and more for her. You want her to see you in it, take a moment to admire the way it flatters your figure, hugs all the right places, let her eyes rake over you like you’re some kind of fine arts exhibit before she takes her sweet time stripping it off and tossing it to the wayside. And then you’re sure she’ll trail those nails of hers along the bare skin of your arms, toying with the straps of your lacy bra before she finally unhooks it from the back and discards of it as well, leaving lipstick stains on your chest when her mouth meets your skin. She’ll whisper that you’re pretty, and you might just believe it for the night, and then she’ll make you believe it when she kisses you hard enough to steal your breath away, and—
Your thoughts still when she opens the door for you, giving you a knowing smirk. There was never a question of if you were coming, just one of how quickly you’d be arriving, and here you are, even though you shouldn’t be. She invites you inside and lingers behind you under the guise of closing the door, but you can feel her piercing stare on your body as she flips the lock. You leave your heels at the door, as always.
No, it’s not a good idea to be back here again, but you’ve convinced yourself by now that sometimes it’s okay to live a little. Moira is a lot of things, but she’s someone you trust enough to let see you in very vulnerable positions, and you like to think that’s enough. It might be a naive perspective to have on the matter, —but that’s to be expected of you, so young and pliable. You met Moira on the night of your twenty-first birthday, celebrating alone at a bar where she was sipping on straight whiskey while you nursed a poorly prepped martini (and found that alcohol in general just isn’t much to your taste.)
Nearly thirty years your senior, she felt like she was taking a chance on you that night. It’d been a rough day, and she’d gone so long only caring about her work and all the ways she was looking to change the world that her desire to want and be wanted had since fallen to the wayside. But there you were with those lost, innocent eyes, glancing around like you hadn’t a clue what you were doing (because you didn’t.) She was so confident and smooth in the way she moved down the bar to sit next to you, then let her hand rest on your thigh after a few minutes of chit-chat. One thing led to another, she bought you a few drinks to try, and then took you to a nearby hotel for the night where she sank her teeth in deep enough to keep you around for a while.
Nearing twenty-two and just as eager to please her, you accept her kiss with parted lips, letting her tongue rake itself over yours.
“You’re beautiful as ever,” she says, running the back of her slender index finger down the length of your cheek, “—is that a new dress you’ve got on?”
You know it doesn’t mean anything that she noticed. Not really, anyway. It’s in her job description to be observant, and her memory is impeccable, and yet you let it get to you that she noticed. You let yourself think that she really does care beyond what you’ve got between your legs that she really likes to press her mouth against until you’re left a quivering mess.
“Yeah, it is,” you nod, a bashful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I thought I’d treat myself. Do you like it?”
“I do,” she confirms, letting her eyes trail down the length of you once more. “An early birthday present to yourself, I presume?”
“You remembered?”
She remembered. Heaven help you, she makes this so much more complicated than it needs to be. Or, she helps you make it much more complicated than it needs to be, anyway. You know it’s a fool’s game to chase after her like she’s some kind of prize to be won, but. . . She’s so mature, and she makes you feel so special.
Long story short, you’ve got a down-bad case of mommy issues, but when you’re all tied up in Moira’s arms and she’s kissing every inch of you, wanting you down to the marrow, —it’s hard to let yourself be sad.
“Of course I remembered,” she replies so tenderly.
But tender like a bruise.
“Come, I got you something,” she beckons, moving her hand from your cheek and down to your wrist.
Moira pulls you along to her bedroom, the one you’ve been in many times before with a large sliding-glass door that leads to a balcony overlooking the city below. You’re not sure how much her rent is each month for this luxury apartment of hers, but you know it can’t be cheap. Sometimes you stand with her outside in the late night air, one of her button-up shirts hanging down to your kness with nothing but panties underneath after a nice time together. She’ll smoke a cigarette under the moonlight and press it to your lips every now and again, letting you take small hits that you never really breathe in.
“You really didn’t have to get me anything,” you tell her in earnest. “Besides, my birthday isn’t for a few more days. . .”
“Oh, hush,” she tells you, sounding more playful than scolding as she hands you a gift bag.
It’s a solid crimson color, which you can’t help but think is oddly befitting of her. There’s no glitter, frills, or ribbons, no bells and whistles to name, so you move to open it, but glance up at her in hesitation, as if asking for permission. She nods, to which you swallow and push some of the tissue paper aside, digging your hand into the bag until you touch something smooth toward the bottom.
Confused, you pull the item out and feel your face heat up. It’s a leather collar.
“Do you like it?” She inquires, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “I think you should try it on.”
You nod and hand it over to her, pushing your hair out of the way so she can fasten it around your throat. It seems like such an easy process for her, and you can’t help but wonder if she’s ever done such a thing with anyone else. Once it’s secured, she moves in front of you and takes a step back, admiring the accessory.
“What do you think?” You ask, sounding somewhat sheepish.
“What a sight you are to behold, a ghrá,” she hums. “It even matches your dress.”
Black leather with a little black dress, it’s kind of hard to go wrong there.
“Come,” she all but coos, taking a seat on the edge of her king-sized bed right next to the oakwood nightstand.
It has three drawers, the top of which is always filled with various items you’ve had on or inside you over the past year; a few vibrators, various lubricants in different flavors, body oils, —and now, a silver chain. . . Like the kind you might use to keep a dog in place for a bit or curl around your bike to stop it from getting stolen. You stand between her thighs as she lets the length of it fall to the floor. Your guess would be that it’s only five feet or so long, but you’re sure she’ll make do with it just fine.
“Lean down for me,” she requests, and you do, no questions to be asked on the matter.
Moira smirks as she hooks the chain to the collar on your neck.
“Such an obedient thing, aren’t you?” She quips, then gives the chain a little yank for good measure. “Kneel.”
She feels her hunger grow the moment you comply so easily, as if she’s your master and you’ve been trained ever so perfectly to follow her every command without question.
“Good girl,” she murmurs, wrapping the metal links around her knuckles, then folding her fingers back over them.
She places a fingernail beneath your chin and tilts your gaze up until you’re transfixed on her irises.
“You’re so pretty like this, did you know that?” She inquires rhetorically.
The nail against your skin becomes the whole of her palm against your cheek. Her hand is cold, but you can’t seem to care beyond the brief initial shock.
“Don’t think your efforts go unnoticed, darling, I know exactly who you purchased that dress for,” Moira smirks. “And I’m enjoying every moment of seeing you in it, just as you intended.”
And that’s really all it takes. This love might bleed like an open wound, might fester until you stitch it up again, —but it’s here that you don’t mind all the nights you craved validation for every good deed that went unnoticed. Maybe Moira isn’t praising your straight A’s or being proud of just how much like her you look, but what’s the fucking difference if it fills the same void? What does it really matter if it helps?
“Open,” she utters, and as you do, she places two fingers from her opposite hand against the flat of your tongue, drawing little circles in your saliva.
Then she rests an elbow against her knee and leans down a little lopsidedly, replacing her fingers with her lips, kissing you sloppily, capturing your mouth and keeping you there until she’s had her fill of it. When she breaks away, you feel her fingers searching for your dress’s zipper along the back.
“I really hate to see this go so soon, but certain sacrifices are in order,” she sighs a little playfully, tugging the zipper down about halfway before standing upright and using the chain on your neck to pull you with her.
On your feet again, she helps you out of your dress and makes a show of folding it ever so neatly, then placing it on the nightstand in front of her lamp and her alarm clock that’s woken you up too soon far too many times for your liking. Moira lays you down on her bed, and it’s so large that it reminds you of the one you’d search for at night when bad dreams took hold of your fragile little heart and squeezed just hard enough to crush it into pieces at will. Only this time, there’s warmth awaiting your endeavors, and you’re not a lowly little child that has to beg for affection.
She rubs a few teasing lines down your slit through the black lace of your panties, teasing you briefly with her touch. For as long as you’ve known her, Moira has never been very keen on reciprocation, preferring to give rather than take. She likes the control and the motions of it all, likes to know that she has the upper hand, —and she always does when she’s with you.
It’s only been a few moments, but it feels like a lifetime and then some by the time she hooks her fingers under the waistband of your underwear and begins to tug them down your thighs. You feel the scratch of the materials against your flesh as you lift your hips off the sheets to make it easier, and she’s much less careful with your panties than she was with your dress just a bit ago. They wind up somewhere on the floor at the foot of her bed.
You gasp a bit when the pad of her thumb slips past your lips and nudges along your clit almost instantaneously. The quick reaction makes her snicker a bit.
“Sensitive as ever,” She comments offhandedly.
The unspoken part of that is something along the lines of I’ve always loved that about you.
After a year’s worth of hookups, late nights, and hellishly early mornings spent together, Moira is virtually an expert in all things pertaining to you. Such is only exemplified by the way she teases you for a bit with her tongue before letting it slip past your lips to lap at your inner folds.
You choke on a few curse words just above her, already clawing at the sheets as she flicks her tongue against you, pulling the chain that still remains clutched in her hand a bit tighter. It’s not enough to cause any pain, but it squeezes your neck from the back and makes it ever so slightly harder to take in gasping breaths of air.
She was more than right when she called you sensitive, —both to her touch and everything else about her. You’ve always been so eager to make her happy, and she loves that about you. You’d jump through rings of fire for her, and she knows it.
The mixture of your arousal and her spit makes for a delicious squelshing sound at every move she makes, tongue thrusting in and out of your soaked cunt, abusing your clit for her pleasure while you whine and whimper above her. This kind of pleasure has always felt overwhelming in a good way; the kind that gets your blood pumping, heart racing, and inhabitions lowered enough to fall for someone like her, even when you know it’s bad for you.
Moira feels the stress of her work and the critics of her methods melt away when her tongue is busy torturing you so sweetly, lapping at every glistening inch she can. She’s mind-numbingly thorough, and it leaves your thighs quivering long before your orgasm begins to prickle just under your skin. For as good as she is with words, it comes as no surprise that she’s just as skilled with her tongue in all areas of her life.
It doesn’t take much more of this to have you cumming on her tongue, cunt spasming so helplessly under her touch.
Fuck, you’d do anything to have her like this every night when she gets in from work and needs something —someone— to take her frustrations out on. You’ve always been good for that.
“Tired?” She muses, regarding you a bit sweetly as she sits upright and wipes her mouth with the sleeve of her button-up shirt.
“Just a bit,” you answer, breathing slightly easier now that she isn’t pulling as harshly on the chain clipped to your throat.
“Not tired enough to stop now, I’d hope?”
What you really wanna say is that you’d never stop until she told you that you could, gave you explicit confirmation that enough was enough, —but you can’t. You know deep down that it’d scare her off, and you just couldn’t handle that kind of rejection, so you shake your head instead.
“Good,” Moira replies. “It’d be a shame to pause here when I have so much planned for you tonight. That was merely the tip of the iceberg.”
An appetizer, one she was wetting her chops with.
She digs around in that drawer next to her bedside, pulling a vibrator from the inside. You’re not so sure she’s ever used this one on you before, but if there’s one thing Moira always knows how to do right, it’s give you pleasure, so you resign yourself to laying there on her bed as she presses one of the pebble-like buttons on the shaft and feels the item begin to shake in her hand.
“Turn over,” she quips, thinking you’ve had enough cool-down time between sets of stimulation, —and you do, hiking your ass into the air and speading your thighs apart to give her ample access.
You feel her nails scratch thoughtfully over your goosebump-ridden skin, pausing for a moment to knead at your flesh a few times. Then she runs a hand down to the small of your back, wordlessly encouraging you to rest your head against the mattress and let her get to work. A needy moan is drawn from your parted lips the very second she presses the vibrator to your pussy lips, causing shivers to wrack through your body.
The soft hum of the toy speeds up into more of a whirring sound as she increases the tenacity and pushes it inward, slipping past your folds to pulsate against your desperate clit. Moira seems rather satisfied with the sounds you’re making, even as she reaches just under your body to snatch the chain still dangling from around your neck. You feel it jostle as she wraps it around her knuckles once, then twice, pulling taunt while she begins drawing blissful shapes into your snatch that have your eyes rolling back into your head.
Then from the soft melody of the toy’s buzz came a sudden crescendo into a firm, droning noise that made you cry out a bit from the intensity.
“Ah,” Moira says, almost in amusement, “I take it that’s the one?”
“Yes,” you reply quickly, the word coming out so ruined by no fault of your own.
“Very well,” she notes, swirling the tip against your clit again before pulling away and repeating.
It’s like she’s teasing you, though you’re not sure if that’s the intention of it all. Either way, you make no attempt to complain. It’s impossible to even think about doing so when you’ve got stars swashing across your vision. You’re sure you’d have been drooling between your legs by now, dripping all over her sheets, if not for the knob of the vibrator catching and returning it, slicking you up even more.
Your neck is beginning to ache from the position you’re laying in, but you ignore the signs from your body to move and find a more comfortable posture. All you can focus on is the heat between your legs and the toy she’s now pressing so roughly against you that you can practically feel the vibrations in your womb. The pressure builds once again, your stomach twisting into knots, —and then you finally let out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding as an orgasm wracks through your body. It was so much easier to elicit the second time around, almost enough for you to be embarrassed.
Moira pulls the toy away slowly, letting your lips kiss it softly goodbye as she switches it back to a stationary position.
“To your liking, I take it?” She asks, and you can hear the smirk in her voice.
“Yeah,” you huff, “—definitely.”
It just always is when you’re with her, no matter what she does, or even if she only uses what she has readily available. Anything she offers is enough. You’d do anything just touch her, feel her skin against yours, feel her lips ghost against you like they always do. You’re left to toe another dangerous line between ecstasy and infatuation.
She tugs the chain and you find yourself on your knees, kneeling a bit unsteadily on your thighs that haven’t quite stopped quivering just yet. You lower your ass to your heels on the mattress as she wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you a bit closer to trail some peppered kisses down your jaw. It’s hard not to feel special when you have her like this, —when she showers you in all the adoration you missed out on in your younger years. Sure, maybe it’s not the same, and maybe it is just placing a bandaid over a gash deep enough to need stitches, but it’s the best you can do. There’s no amount of therapy that can really change the past, and if Moira is what it takes for you to feel like you’re worth something for a while, then so fucking be it.
By now, your pussy’s sopping wet and swollen, but still in desperate need of her attention. Moira kisses you again, but your lips this time, slipping her tongue into your mouth and swapping your spit for her own.
You swallow down the I love you that rises in the back of your throat like bile. You can’t say that. . . You won’t. You can think it all you want, because she can’t read your mind (as much as it feels like she can sometimes) —but you can’t say it out loud. Not when you know it means throwing away this already pitifully fragile balance.
“Come,” she says simply, moving to sit at the head of her bed, long legs stretched out and clothed in black dress pants with the texture of rough denim.
She situates you as she pleases, one leg on either side of her right thigh, one hand on your hip to keep you steady while the other fiddles with the chain. She coaxes you down until your pussy is flat against her, taking in a sharp breath from the warmth and the friction.
“Let’s get this out of the way, shall we?” She comments, both hands meeting behind your back to unclasp your bra, —the last item of clothing left on your frame.
Once it’s shed, she gives you another look-over, admiring you like she’s never seen you this way before.
“Your wrists,” she requests, to which you comply so obediently, like a pet she’s trained ever so well.
Moira wraps the length of the chain around your wrists a few times, tucking the end through the space in the middle. Under any other circumstances, you’d have easily been able to wriggle your way free, but you allow yourself to be bound for the sake of her pleasure; leaning forward to rest against her shoulder.
“Sweet thing,” she murmurs. “One more? They say third time’s the charm, after all.”
“Whatever you want,” you answer, even at the risk of coming on a little too strong.
Luckily, she doesn’t seem to mind the intensity of the statement and appears to chalk it up to pillow talk.
With both of her hands free now, she plants one on each side of your hips, nails digging slightly into the plush of your skin. A whine clings to the back of your throat as she guides you, coaxing you into a subtle grind against her clothed thigh. Sharp prickles run along your spine as you move a little faster, chasing a final high that really can’t seem to come fast enough.
Moira seemed more than content to lie back and watch you drive yourself wild in her lap, her hands less guiding your motions now and more just coming along for the ride that she’s letting you set the pace of. You spur between quick, jagged motions and slow, deliberate ones that really send shocks throughout your body, all of which meld deliciously together and leave you love drunk atop her.
You know the wetness from your pussy is staining her pants, likely more than enough to seep through the fabric, but she doesn’t seem to mind at all. With your heart pounding like a drum in your chest, you almost have the wherewithal to wonder if she can hear it. You find it’s harder to breathe now, lungs aching a little from the inconsistent amounts of air you’re taking in a series of random gulps, then sputtering out between desperate moans of pleasure.
“Moira,” you hiss, —and she squeezes your hips in silent response.
The heat in the pit of your stomach has begun to spark like a live wire, just begging to catch ablaze. You bury your face in the crook of her neck, muffling the ragged sobs that you can’t hold back any longer, eventually sinking your teeth into the junction of her slender shoulder when your climax hits you.
Moira listens to the uneven rhythm of your breathing as it steadily calms into something less strangled, trailing her fingers down your naked spine. When you’ve come down from the high, she unravels the chain, then removes it entirely, and stuffs it (as well as the vibrator) back into the drawer they came from. The collar comes off just as readily, and she takes a moment to check on the condition of your throat in the process.
Best of all, you just know it’s going to be one of the better nights when she reaches off to the side of the bed, plucking her half-empty pack of cigarettes from the nightstand to place one of them between her lips.
#overwatch smut#overwatch#overwatch x reader#overwatch x reader smut#moira o'deorain#moira#moira odeorain#moira odeorain x reader#moira odeorain smut#moira o'deorain smut#moira odeorain x reader smut#moira o'deorain x reader smut#moira x reader smut#moira x reader#moira o'deorain x reader#kinktober#kinktober 2023
63 notes
·
View notes
Text
Mauga x reader and y’all mainly voted one shots so here’s one haha 18+ so minors don’t interact
🏔️🏔️🏔️🏔️🏔️🏔️🏔️🏔️🏔️🏔️🏔️🏔️
Reader is worried about Mauga when he goes on missions with talon so Mauga eases her worries the best way he knows how. Mauga x afab reader. (Oral sex f.receiving, size kink, overstimulation , mating press, there’s a little manhandling going on .) I tried my best I’m not the greatest at le smut.
You were laying in bed, struggling to sleep. Mauga had been taking on a lot of missions with Talon lately. Now you knew your boyfriend was tough, but that didn’t mean his job as a mercenary didn’t come with consequences. He is such a free spirit, but sometimes his boss doesn’t like it, and you were afraid it would cost him his life one day.
You wanted to stay up just in case Mauga came back and he needed help. He didn’t like it when you worried for him, but you couldn’t help it. You look at the clock, seeing that it’s 1:45 a.m.
“Mauga… please be alright”
And at 2:00am, you let out a sigh of relief hearing the alarm turn off. You sit up, waiting for your boyfriend to show himself, knowing he would stay down stairs and eat his dinner you had left in the oven for him. Around 45 minutes later, you hear big stomps coming upstairs. He peeks his head in to see if you are asleep, and he frowns when he sees otherwise.
Mauga crosses his arms “baby I told you, don’t wait up for me. You need your sleep”
You sigh, you knew were this was going “I know… I just can’t help it… I wanna make sure your ok”
He walks toward the bed and wraps his arms around you. Every time he holds you, it’s like you drown in his big muscles, and it feels like safety. He grips your chin, making you look at him.
“I told you I’d always come back to you, even if I had to take every life I needed to, and I meant it. You understand me”
You nodded; you knew how serious Mauga was. It took a lot for you to accept that he works for Talon. What he does makes you scared of what could come from it. For you and for him, it took a lot of work, but you knew he loved you, and you loved him just as much. He stares into your eyes and makes sure you truly understand that he’s serious. Then let’s go of your chin. He reaches down and grips your hips.
“Good, lemmie put your mind at ease. Lay down”
“But Mauga” he stops you and pushes you on your back, gripping your hands above your head.
“Lay down, and don’t move”
You listen to his instructions and look away with a heavy blush on your face. It always gave you butterflies when Mauga got this way. You could never get used to it. He somehow always made you feel like it was the first time every time.Mauga chuckles when he sees you, his muscular body pressing against your soft skin. He leans in close to your face, his warm breath tickling your neck.
“So fucking cute, you like it when I’m rough with you huh" he whispers seductively before leaning in to kiss your neck
You moan in embarrassment not wanting to admit it. Everything about this man turned you on and you couldn’t help it. He was so big, and so was everything on him. Mauga takes your moan as a sign of approval and smirks, his rough hands trailing down your body. He grabs your ass, squeezing and kneading it as he continues to kiss and nibble on your neck.
“Gonna eat you out til you can’t worry that pretty little head about anything else.” He groans, his cock throbbing in anticipation.
“Please~”
When he made no move to continue, you knew it would take more than that. Mauga loved it when you begged; he loved it even more to tease you. He could play with you for hours and still wouldn’t let you cum. Getting you to the edge and making you want more is what got him going. He knew you would beg for him so sweetly. You always do.
"Please Mauga~, I wanna cum for you…please please please touch me!” You gaze at him with pleading eyes. "I'm begging you, Mauga. I can’t take it anymore. My body is burning to have more of you.” You gasp in between words, and your eyes shyly look away. “I won’t be satisfied unless it’s you”
Mauga's eyes darken, and he starts to smirk as he hears your plea. His hips start grinding against you. He grabs your face roughly, pulling your head to the side as he bites your neck hard enough to leave a mark. His other hand reaches between your legs, roughly tearing your panties off.
“Don’t cry about it being to much later" He growls, using his thumbs to spread you’re pussy lips "I'm gonna make you cum, over and over again doll"
Mauga's tongue darts out, tracing the outline of your pussy before plunging inside. He groans as he feels your wet heat, and his hands grip your thighs as his tongue thrusts in and out of your tight hole in a punishing rhythm. You begin to squirm and beg for more as he licks your wet folds.
“Maugaaa ngh~” you tried to grind against his lips but his grip was to strong
He growls low in his throat. “You're so nasty when ya wanna be; act all shy, then ya beg for it," he says before taking a long lick from your entrance to your clit. Savoring the taste of you on his tongue. He continues to lap at your pussy, pushing his large finger inside you, stretching you as he thrusts it in and out while sucking on your pearl.
“I can't wait to feel you cum on my tongue" he mutters against your pussy, his free hand gripping your hip tightly. He runs his tongue up and down your cunt while flicking your clit slowly. He could feel you clench around his finger, he sped up his movements. Mauga moans into your pussy as you grind against his face, the sensation driving him wild. He increases the intensity of his tongue work, flicking and sucking your clit, pushing his finger deeper inside you.
You could feel yourself about cum, your back arched and you started to feel your stomach tighten. The familiar release washing over you as you grip the sheets and released into his mouth. Mauga pushes his face deeper into your dripping wet pussy lapping up your cum and he doesn’t stop even when you’re shaking.
“Ahhhhhhhhh- Mauga.. I can’t…. s’to much!” You try to pull on his hair to move him back but Mauga smacks your thigh gripping it hard enough to leave a bruise. He pulls you back to him pushing his weight down on you.
“Stop moving and fucking take it you begged for it”
He continues to lap up your juices, his tongue swirling around your clit sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. You begin to shake from the overstimulation, but you had no choice but to take it. He was making a mess of you, kissing and licking on your pussy his saliva mixing with your essence.
Mauga begins to slurp on your sensitive pussy while getting your juices on his face pressing his nose against your clit causing more friction. His finger begins to rub against your g-spot and your eyes roll to the back of your head. While your legs start convulsing Mauga continues his attack on your sensitive folds. Not stopping no matter how much you beg. The sounds of him kissing your clit and flicking it with his tongue rang through your ears.
“Mauga please m’gonna make a mess”
“Go ahead sweetheart make a mess on my face”
You start to lose your breath. The familiar tightness in your stomach returns until you feel added pressure you never have before. “Fuuuuuuckk!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head.
You end up screaming as you squirt all over his face. Mauga rubs his hands over your clit roughly making your juices spray out on his face and the sheets. He stares into your eyes as he slurps up your mess still shoving his face back in your pussy licking and sucking on your folds. You trash in his hold, not able to take his continued ministrations.
“W-wait…. Ahh~….. Mauga ! m’sensitive no more please!”
Mauga growls in annoyance as he grips your legs and pushes them up against the bed. Your ankles were in the air near you knew you were stuck. Mauga leans back and smacks your ass so hard it leaves a red mark behind. You couldn’t help but hiss in pain feeling the familiar sting on your ass. You knew you were testing his patience. Because he knew you could take more of it, you have before.
He starts to finger your pussy quickly trying to get another organism out of you. As you try to beg for mercy squirming in his hold Mauga ignores you, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. Fat tears start to roll down your face as you release another orgasm. The overstimulation leaving you a panting crying mess unable to think straight.
“Told you to stop fucking moving” Mauga takes off his pant’s and gets on top of you bringing your legs back further he puts his legs on both sides of you trapping you in the position. Mauga could never fully fit in you at the start. He was atleast 10 inches, his cock was fat and heavy. Even when he was fully hard it could barely hold its weight. He strokes his cock a few times before rubbing it against your folds getting himself wet with your juices.
He slaps it against your clit a few times before he slowly puts his thick cock in you. He takes his time stretching you open, knowing how hard it is for you to take him in. He begins to thrust slowly inside of you giving you time to adjust. He pulls back only leaving his tip in before slamming back down inside of you. Once he feels you running your fingers through his hair he knew you were ready. He starts to go deeper as he feels your tight heat around him.
“M-Mauga….it hurts… m’to full” you whine feeling the sting of him stretching you.
“Hurts sweetheart? Lemmie rub that pretty clit, make you feel good”
He moves his hand down softly rubbing your clit in circles. You look at him through your eyelashes biting your lip finally feeling some relief. “Feel better baby?” You nodded at him.
His cock moves deeper and deeper inside you as you begin to relax. You moan louder, begging him for more, and the pain starts to turn into pleasure. He starts to pick up the pace, slamming into you harder and faster. Mauga smirks as he watches you lose control. He continues to thrust in you roughly, feeling your tight walls gush all over his shaft. The room was filled with your moans and his growls. The loud Pat Pat sounds of his heavy balls slapping your ass filled the room and turned you on even more.
You scratch at his back unable to do anything else but to take him fucking you while in the mating press. His movement gets more rapid as his thurst get sloppier as he feels you shake and tremble beneath him. The bed begins to creak and the headboard hits the wall as he roughly fucks you into the bed.
Manga’s entire body shutters, his hips bucking wildly as he feels himself about to release. He continues to fuck you into the bed, gripping your thighs, while his thrust becomes more sloppy. As you start to come undone, he lets out a deep moan, letting out spurts of hot, sticky cum inside of you. And he doesn’t stop for over a minute until you're full of cum, leaving your pussy a sloppy mess.
He lets out a sigh of relief, grabbing ahold of you, turning on his back, and bringing you to his chest with his cock still in you. You lay on top of him, satisfied with being filled with his cum and feeling full with him still inside. You lean up to give him a kiss, and he grips your ass cheeks, caressing them softly while your tongues are caressing each other. When you both separate, a string of saliva connects you. Holding each other, you both lay in silence until Mauga speaks up.
“Any time you think I’m not coming back to you remember that I’ll always do anything to be with you.” He kissed your forehead, and you genuinely believe him.
“I believe it….. just promise you won’t do anything to stupid”
“How about just the right amount of stupid”
“Deal~”
#mauga#mauga x reader#overwatch#overwatch 2#overwatch mauga#overwatch x you#overwatch x reader#ow mauga#mauga overwatch#overwatch smut#maugaloa malosi
466 notes
·
View notes
Note
hello my love ❤️
can I get some 😏 spicy headcanons for Moira, reaper, and ashe please because you are top tier
have a wonderful day ❤️❤️
LUSTFULLY YOURS ! mdni +18
minors dni; fem reader. nsfw ! — lowercase writing intended, masturbation, possessiveness, spanking, strap-on, tummy bulge, breeding, mention of creampie, aphrodisiac, blindfolds, choking,
moss' notes; HI TONBERRY, of course, lovely person, moss will do anything 😉 hope you have an even better day! these might be a little short, but hope you love them anyway !
⠀⠀( pairings . . . ) — moira, reaper, ashe + f! reader
— 𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐚
...dr o'deorian takes her research time very seriously, there mustn't be any interruption. when there is, she will have a sweet time punishing you. she loves spanking, 100 percent, and she doesn't even have to really keep track of how many slaps you have endured, you will do the counting, excitedly so.
moira doesn't have a preference for having you on your back or being face to face with you, that is the only way for her. she has to see you, and all the micro expressions your face makes when you are reaching your high.
remember the time you felt oh so hot, that the sheer touch of moira's skin ignited a flame inside you, that all you could think of is her, her, her, and only her? the moments leading up to you begging to her to do something was all thanks to the drink she offered you spiked with aphrodisiac. poor you,
— 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫
...gabriel isn't young but that doesn't mean he doesn't have the urges of a teenage boy. it happened only a handful of times that he went to a private setting where he can be by himself to pull both his phone with pictures of you and his dick out for a quick self-release. when confessing to you he can't explain why he does it, it just takes over him and he lets it.
as shy as he gets regarding masturbation, he is loud and proud about wanting to breed you. it is more about acting as if his sole goal of having sex with you fucking a baby into you than actually doing it. although it would be an honor to bear his offspring.
being it either from the back or the front, when reaper is getting to his own high he often if not always wraps his fingers around your throat. he never squeezes, only digs his nails slightly into your delicate flesh and when he finishes, man he is dragging his nails across your skin like a cat on a scratch toy.
— 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞
...elizabeth has a particular appetite for quickies, more or less because every time she sees you she just needs to make you hers, and those animals she keeps under her watch never try to take a chance with you or her. be prepared because her hand can appear at any moment up your skirt, or her perfectly manicured nails dig into the flesh of your shoulder and pushes you into a dark corner or quiet corridor of the base.
oh, how she loves to have you ride her like a good cowgirl, fit your pretty pussy with a nice girthy strap-on, fill you to the brim, and see that pretty bulge under your belly button when you thrust yourself forward. it's no question she would take pictures if she could, but she is too busy watching your pussy suck the toy in to actually remember to do it.
the silky red tie that sits so neatly on ashe's chest isn't always looking all fancy and ironed. the times she pulls it off it goes right over your eyes. it became crimpled, soaked with your tears and the delicate fabric is stretched as you struggle against the knot when it serves as wrist binds.
#📼 › moss tapes#moira x reader#overwatch x reader#overwatch smut#overwatch x reader smut#moira x reader smut#overwatch reaper x reader#reaper x reader smut#ashe x reader#ashe x reader smut#overwatch ashe x reader smut#overwatch reaper x reader smut#overwatch moira x reader smut
693 notes
·
View notes
Text
⋆｡ﾟ☾｡⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎ ﾟ｡⋆ cassidy nsfw hcs ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆
warning: dacryphilia, dom character, sub male reader, pervert cass, blowjobs, riding, cass grabbing ass!!!, creampie, anal, male reader, exhibitionism, mention of tracer, doggy style
- when you walk in he thinks you’re the most attractive thing ever
- he already wants to feel your insides ૮꒰˶> ༝ <˶ ꒱ა
- do you have the softest hole ever? the loudest moan? the prettiest whimpers? he wants to know !!
- he wants to feel how warm your throat is most of all
- he thinks about him balls deep in your mouth, his hand guiding you behind your head
- he would love to cum on your beautiful face
- you sobbing and drooling because you can’t take his big cock? he’s falling more in love ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა
- ooh another thing!!
- him laying back, smoking a cigar, while you ride his cock <3
- his cock is 7 inches ( minimum ) and slightly unshaven but well kept !!
- loves when you ride him (save a horse ride a cowboy ;3)
- cass is an ass man and makes that known!!
- he grabs your ass everywhere and anywhere
- he loves jacking you off under a table in public as you struggle to hold back your moans <3
- when he’s fucking you from behind, he loves to grab your throat; forcing you to arch your back
- when he cums inside, he lets go of your throat and lets you relax
- he traces your spine as his seed spills out your hole, he chuckles at the sight
˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
“cassidy?” tracer snaped the man out of his imagination. he noticed you had already left the building. he laughed to himself, he knew he’d be seeing you real soon ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ
had to write this twice because tumblr deleted my first draft ;c but it’s ok bc i love cassidy!!!!
pls send reqs i need more things to write!! ૮꒰ ྀི◜๑◝ ꒱ა
( reblogs and notes are very much appreciated !! )
#overwatch x male reader#overwatch x reader#cassidy x reader#cassidy x male reader#overwatch x reader smut#overwatch x male reader smut#cassidy x reader smut#cassidy x male reader smut#covexation
337 notes
·
View notes
Text
Both Hearts Pumping
✮ PARING Mauga Malosi × Gender Neutral! Reader
✮ WARNINGS/TAGS smut, overstimulation, blowjob (Mauga receiving), hand job (Mauga receiving), cursing, size kink
✮ SUMMARY You heard he has two hearts and it made you wonder… How much those two hearts could take?
✮ A/N I won’t explain myself, enjoy xD
It all started with a question that seemed rather innocent.
“Is it true that you have two hearts?”
The question was so innocent, Mauga did not pick up the malicious intention behind it. He thought you were curious. After all – it’s not like you meet someone like him everyday.
He confirmed with a grin that almost never left his face. You knew that grin way too well. And you already knew that you would wipe it off his face soon.
And that's how he ended up in your room, sitting on your bed, groaning and moaning as you made him cum for the fourth time. His thick and warm cum was on your already sticky hands once more, while you bit your lip, looking at Mauga like he was a treasure you couldn't believe you possessed.
His breathing was fast and uneven, his large hands gripping on the mattress. His eyes opened when he heard a chuckle that escaped those pretty lips of yours. His eyes darted to you, he studied your face for a moment, excitement rising in his stomach.
“Someone's enjoying themselves.” His usual grin made a way to his lip, revealing his sharp canines. You had to remind him who's in charge just in case he was about to think otherwise. You squeezed his cock gently, making Mauga groan. You felt his large cock twitch in your hands, begging for more.
“Doll, come on…” He hissed, throwing his head back. You snorted, your thumb brushed against his sensitive tip. He hissed, unintentionally spreading his legs.
The beating of his two hearts was ringing his head. He couldn’t focus. It was too much, but he knew you wouldn’t stop there. And it excited him even more.
Then he felt it. Your mouth wrapped around his tip. He gasped. “Fuck, [name]!” The words came out louder than he intended.
You couldn’t take him all in his mouth, you knew it and he did too. So you used your sticky hand to stroke him, playing with his balls once in a while to keep it interesting. You knew exactly how to make him go crazy.
His large hand was buried into your hair, his legs shook. You never saw him like that before, being at someone’s mercy. He always seemed like the guy who liked to be on top, being the one to tease, milking the orgasms from you.
And yet, there he was – letting you do what you wanted. Begging you to not stop, as your tongue teased his tip and your hands gripped his balls.
“Don’t stop, damn it! Don’t you even think about it!” His voice was hoarse as his hand gripped your hair tightly. You shivered, his voice was already making you lose your mind.
He was close. So close.
Suddenly, you felt his grip tighten, pushing you onto his dick, making you take more of him. You gagged, before he came inside your mouth. He instantly let go of you, watching you push yourself away from him.
The loud gasp was heard from you. He smirked, when he saw his seed on your lips. His thumb brushed against your lower lip, collecting the liquid.
“Don’t make it go to waste, sweetheart.” His voice was low as he murmured, he pushed his thumb inside your mouth. The way you looked up at him while sucking on his thumb, it all made him excited all over again.
It was gonna be a long night, he knew it, but he didn’t mind at all. You could make him cum all night, making sure everyone in Talon would hear his moans and growls. But as long as you were the one pushing him over the edge, he wouldn’t mind.
#overwatch#overwatch 2#gender neutral reader#gender neutral language#overwatch x reader#overwatch smut#mauga x reader#mauga overwatch#overwatch mauga#mauga#mauga x gender neutral reader
839 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
thechocol8
Minghao is wonderful
smurfss
may we all get what we want
dronotriggerva
DronoTriggerVA
thewindsinmyheart
thewindsinmyheart
nahomysobalvaro
honeymoon