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Kiss Me

| McCree | Hanzo | Reaper |

McCree

Another night without him.

How many have you spent without him? 73 now? You barely remember, it feels like forever since you last held him.

“Please come home.” You murmured as you clutched his pillow to your chest, the moonlight streaming into the bedroom, falling upon the sheets just below your covered legs, “I miss you.” Your words were muffled by the pillow as your face sunk into it.

Your apartment felt unwelcoming without his bright and joyful presence. No longer was the space filled with laughter and smiles; it was now replaced with a cloud of sorrow that hung over, refusing to leave. You hated it. You hated the feeling of loneliness; it hurt to know that you were by yourself. Your heart would ache whenever you spotted something of Jesse’s or if you pulled out his favorite mug, preparing his coffee just the way he liked it, only to remember he wasn’t there.

The room was cold without him. You could barely handle it. You needed him to be there with you, you couldn’t deal with yet another sleepless night without him beside you; you needed to feel his warmth.

You understood that he had to leave on a mission, but you had been told that it would only take a month. Nobody had any idea where Jesse or anyone else that was sent out with him was at, their communicators presumably broken from their lack of updates and locations. Everyone within Overwatch had been stressed and on edge. Jesse’s team had left to gather information on Talon, locating their base and estimating their number of soldiers, as well as any upgraded weaponry. Everyone knew it was dangerous, seeing as though one of them needed to get within the walls of the enemy.

You sat up and moved the blankets off of you, swinging your legs off the bed and moving into the bathroom. You splashed some water at your face, hoping that it would finally work to help clear your mind, but once again it didn’t work. You sighed, your hands placed on the granite countertop as you leaned forward, your head down as water dropped off your eyelashes and nose into the sink. You stood there for a few moments until you heard the door to your apartment open. It startled you at first, until you realized it was Jack coming in to give you an update; he used to come and tell you everyday, but as the few days drew into weeks of the group being missing his visits became scare as he took notice of your disappointment with every update you received.

You dried your face off with the hand towel before hanging it back on the holder, opening the door and flicking off the light before making your way into your living room, “Have you heard anything new, Jack-“ You cut your words off as you stood still, not sure if you should believe the sight in front of you.

There he was, the love of your life Jesse McCree, standing right before you as he took his hat, setting it to the side before turning to you, a soft smile appearing on his bruised lips, “Hey Darlin’.”

You didn’t hesitate to run into his arms, wrapping yours around his neck and jumping onto him, your legs around his waist as you cling to him; terrified, that if you were to let go, he’d disappear again. You felt him embrace you tightly, clutching your body to him as close as possible. His face rested in the crook of your neck, as one hand held the back of your head and the other on your hip as he held you up.

“I missed you so much, Jesse.” You cried, unable to stop the tears that cascaded down your cheeks.

“I missed you too, Sweetheart. I’m sorry that I was gone for so long,” He pulled back, his eyes finding yours, “I don’t even know what all happened. We landed and we were on the lookout for anything suspicious and suddenly out communicators weren’t workin’! We were in the middle of nowhere surrounded by snow. Anywhere I think I’d get any sort of reception, I tried to signal for pickup; but it never sent through.” He explained, knowing that you’d most likely want to know where he’d been and what was going on while he was gone.

“Just shut up and kiss me.” You said, your fingers running through his hair before tugging him forward, his lips landing on yours in a very much needed ‘welcome home’ kiss.

This kiss was unlike any other that you had experienced. This one was sweet and tender, as well as passionate and needy. You couldn’t get enough of the taste of his lips, missing the taste of a cigar on his breath; something you once hated and took for granted. You gasped for air as your lips parted for a moment before returning to the lip lock, desperate for his touch.

He pulled back, brushing your hair out of your face after he placed you on your feet, his hands lifting to cup your cheeks and drink in your puffy features as your tears began to come to an end, “I missed you more than you can imagine, Sweetpea. Not a night went by where I didn’t think about you.”

You smiled before bringing him into another kiss.

He was finally home.

Hanzo

Horror.

That’s the only way to describe the scene before him; Reaper, holding you up in the air by your throat while pressing the barrel of his gun in your abdomen, fear present in your eyes as you tried to fight off his hand that gripped your neck, kicking your legs out in an attempt to hit him, failing in doing so.

He was frozen. Why can’t he move? He tried to step forward, but his muscles didn’t budge.

“H-Hanzo!” You choked out, your breathing becoming struggled as Reaper tightened his hold.

As if broken from a trance, Hanzo quickly lifted his bow and drew back an arrow before lining up the shot on the masked man. He needed precision; if he were to miss, he’d risk hitting you in you in your vitals. His anxiety was skyrocketing. He couldn’t lose you. He hands had a faint tremble to them, he shook his head, shaking away his negativity and rushing forward, dropping the arrow he once held and charged to where Reaper held you, jumping up and slamming his bow down onto the terrorist, causing the man in black to drop you. Once on his feet, Hanzo took advantage of the stunned Reaper that had stumbled back a step, sweeping his bow up into his jaw, sending him back some distance.

“Get her out of here Hanzo!” McCree yelled toward the archer, giving him the chance to bring you to safety, distracting Reaper.

Without a second thought, Hanzo took you into his arms, holding you close to his chest as he maneuvered through the battlefield that was once a city, overrun by Talon’s soldiers now. There wasn’t many places to hide temporarily, you were surrounded by the enemy; the only option he saw was to hide in one of the various abandoned buildings that lined the street. Sneaking in through a previously shattered window on the third floor of what seemed to be an apartment building, he laid you down on the bed. Your breathing was ragged, heavily rasped from your dry gasps for air.

“We’re safe for now, my love.” He said softly, caressing the side of your face before he moved to assess your wounds, taking notice of a bullet lodged into your shoulder; causing you to wince with every movement, “I’m going to call for Angela. You’re gonna be okay.”

You could only nod in response.

Everything on the mission was going fine. You were patrolling the ghost town in search of the possibility of Talon activity. You’d occasionally send updates with your communicator until you heard the warning for Reaper being present and currently engaging with your team. You ended up finding the man in black, seeing him lift his gun up towards you as he stepped on the chest of one of your members of the patrol. You remember hearing what might’ve been a chuckle before your ears began to ring from a sudden ‘boom’ as your shoulder began to burn, causing you to wince. You didn’t hesitate to fight the dangerous man, already knowing that you might not make it out alive, but you were determined to save your people on the field.

You lifted your right hand, your fingers finding the blood-soaked fabric of your suit, your fingertips lightly ghosting the bullet wound. You cursed under your breath as you watched Hanzo on his communicator, most likely contacting the angel-like medic to nurse you back to health. Your eyes danced around the room, soon settling on a picture of a family on the dresser of the bedroom.

You wanted to fight; to help bring families, such as the one in the photo, back to their homes. It broke your heart seeing the furnished room, your eyes catching sight of the presumably sentimental items that were on display on shelves and photos displayed in frames. You wanted all of them to come home without living in fear of Talon’s wrath.

“She’s on her way.” Hanzo broke the silence as he sat on the edge of the bed, beside you; his hand instinctively finding yours.

Why did he hesitate out there? You were struggling, but he was frozen where he had stood, watching as Reaper tried to crush your airways.

He beat himself up about it.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, your voice cracking in the process, your thumb tenderly running over the back of his hand.

“You were in danger and I…” He paused, swallowing the lump that built in his throat, “I hesitated. I couldn’t move. I don’t know what came over me.”

“I’m okay now, aren’t I?” You tried to reassure, “You did rescue me anyway.”

“But I could’ve prevented him from almost strangling you!” He didn’t want your reassurance; he didn’t deserve it, he failed you when you needed him.

“If you were to have used an arrow and shot him, you probably would’ve hit me; no offense to your skills, it’s just that you can’t predict his next moves. He could’ve used me as his shield. I think you did the best you could in a situation like that.” You smiled, giving his hand a light squeeze as you sat up, your shoulder protesting the movement with painful aches, “Thank you for saving me.”

His eyes widened, “My love, I will go through anything to save you.” His free hand finding home of your cheek, cupping your face and tilting your chin up.

“Just kiss me.” You said before your lips found his in a gentle kiss, one that was soft yet harbored the love that was shared between you.

Your skin was soft against his calloused palm, making him sigh in content as his tongue glided across your bottom lip, slipping through your now parted lips that happily welcomed him.

A sudden voice clearing broke the silence that was created by the lip lock, “You both are pretty battered.” Angela said, a medical bag in hand before she made way into the room as you and Hanzo backed up; a faint rosiness rising on his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he got up from the bed, allowing the doctor room, “You can go back now. I got it from here.”

Hanzo shook his head, a smile finding way onto his face, “I’d rather stay to make sure they’re okay.”

Reaper

Today was probably the day; the last time you’d see the love of your life.

You knew he had to go out on this mission. He didn’t have a choice no matter how bad he wanted to stay and continue the life he created with you. He wanted to continue waking up every morning beside you, just like he had done in this very moment; his arm draped over your hip as he faced you. He wanted to surprise you for your upcoming anniversary with a nice dinner date in the city, one where you both could enjoy yourselves without any interruptions from your higher ups. He wanted to have a family with you; he honestly wanted to leave Talon once Overwatch was no more.

“I don’t want you to go.” You said, your eyes downcast as you moved closer to him, the cool touch of his skin relieving you of the heat that built up under the blankets.

“I know, mi amor. I don’t want to go either, but I have no choice. It’s mandatory that I go. This might be the way to take down Overwatch.” He explained, even though you’ve already heard it before.

A couple weeks back, he came to you with a solemn expression. You didn’t have time to prepare yourself for the bomb he was about to drop on you; he was going to infiltrate Overwatch’s headquarters with a group of Talon soldiers and take out the members during the night. This could possibly be his last mission, but not in the way you had hoped for; you hoped for the success rate being high and being rid of Overwatch, not the possibility of Gabriel not making it back alive. Your anxiety had been high since he told you, trying to think of ways he could get out of the mission.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you.” Your voice trembled with sorrow as a couple tears fell from your eyes, “I need you, baby.”

“I’m gonna come back to you. I promise.” He held out his pinky, wrapping it around yours before planting a kiss on your forehead, “I won’t be gone too long. Just a couple weeks; 4 weeks at most. And then we can celebrate our anniversary together without worry. Once the mission is over, we can leave this place for good.” He smiled before pulling you into his chest, his arms wrapped around you as he breathed in your scent, feeling at ease with your presence.

You’re day went different than usual. Normally, you both have separate schedules that never lined up with each other, but, since Gabriel would be departing tonight, he had the day off as well as you. You spent the day together, mostly in bed, enjoying each other’s company; soaking up as much time with one another as you could. You didn’t want to leave his side at any point, only allowing him to use the bathroom on his own, which he openly invited you to come into the bathroom with him.

You missed days like this.

They weren’t as common as they used to be when Gabriel worked alongside those he now wants to destroy. You remember meeting him in Paris at a local bakery; which is also where you learned of his sweet tooth. Months had gone by and you both had grown closer as time went on and before you knew it, you were moving in with him; into his scarcely furnished apartment, only having a sofa, bed, a desk and a television that sat on an entertainment table. You never complained though! Over time, you had added more and it slowly became your shared home with him. You remember the day he first told you he was apart of Blackwatch, much to your surprise, and when he asked you to come with him to the base as he had to move back; without hesitation, you followed.

You really missed those days.

Back when everything was okay.

“I have to get going soon, love.” He mumbled into your neck, untangling his legs from yours as he pulled back to get out of bed.

“I wish you didn’t have to.” You spoke quietly and avoided eye contact, knowing that if you were to so much as glance at his warm, chocolate eyes, you’d break into endless sobs.

“I know. I wish I didn’t have to either, but this is for the best. Don’t worry, I’ll come back to you. I promise.” He pinky promised you again, “You really think those bastards are gonna be able to take me down?” He asked with confidence.

“N-No, I don’t think that at all!” You stressed, “I’m just nervous is all.” You rubbed your left arm with your hand, biting your inner cheek.

He stretched his arms up, his back muscles contorting and flexing in the process before he moved to put on his clothes; his usual attire when leaving your room. It felt like time flew by because he was suddenly ready to leave.

“I have to go now, love.” He gave you a sad smile as you walked toward him, your arms snaking around his waist as you rested your head against his chest, pressing yourself into him as he embraced you tightly, “I’ll come back to you. I always keep my promises. And once Overwatch is dealt with, we’ll be free to do whatever we want.” He said, with what sounded like hope playing on his tone of voice.

“I know. Just… don’t get too beaten up out there.” Your eyes finally met his as he pulled back from kissing the top of your head.

“I’ll try not to.” He joked before his thumb and forefinger found your chin, lifting your head, “Just kiss me.”

With that, your lips met his. It was slow, as if you were remembering every imperfection and perfections on each other’s lips. He slipped his tongue into your mouth as his hand on your chin moved to the back of your head, finding home tangled in your hair as he deepened the kiss. His tongue fought with yours for dominance, which he soon took over with a small tug of your hair, causing you to gasp in shock.

After a few moments, you pulled away dazed, “You better come back.”

“Of course, mi amor.” He spoke lowly, leaning into your ear and giving it a light bite, sending a shiver of excitement down your spine, “I have to finish what I started.”

He pulled away and fitted his bone-white mask to his face before fixing his hood. You looked you up and down, taking in your features; your eyes, cheekbones, lips, collarbones, hips, legs. You were everything to him. He wanted a better life for the two of you and he was determined to achieve that on this mission.

“Don’t miss me too much. I’ll be back.” He opened the door, taking a step out, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You said your goodbyes, standing in the hall as he walked away.

Weeks had gone by after that until you received the news on your husband; he wasn’t coming back home.

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Masterlist

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How's your cat?

I’m sorry that I never updated the situation on my cat.

Tinkerbell passed away on August 7th 2019 early in the morning.

We tried everything we could to help get rid of the cancer, but it only grew back and started to take a toll on her. She had definitely slowed down, but she was still as lively as ever.

She is missed greatly and not a day goes by where I don’t think of her.

Thank you all for caring so much and sharing my post to help with funds on her surgery and doctors appointments. It is so greatly appreciated, honestly.

Thank you all for helping my baby live even just a little bit longer.

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The Wolf (Part Two)

Yandere! McCree

Part One

Weeks passed by slowly.

You hated it here.

You hated the sight of the man who held you captive. You couldn’t stand to look at him, only feeling disgust when your eyes grazed his in brief eye contact when he’d go into the basement of what you assumed to be his house. You hated the cold cement walls that trapped you and the unbreakable windows you had tried to shatter on many occasions. You hate the bed your ankle had been chained to and the books you’ve read countless times. You couldn’t handle it anymore.

You wanted out. You needed out!

Why was he even keeping you here? Did you something you weren’t supposed to? As a way to get back at you? To never let you go? To ruin your life? Maybe even ruin you?

A shiver shot down your spine as you tried to find his reasoning for kidnapping you; it was always the same few that stayed in your mind, you weren’t able to think of much else.

The stairs suddenly creaked, peeking your attention. Your eyes quickly shot to the wooden staircase, the same one you ran up to escape maybe 3 months ago; days blended into each other and you eventually lost track of time. A pair of cowboy boots came into view as your kidnapper walked down the stairs. Your mouth went dry as you attempted to swallow your anxiety.

‘What does he want now?” You thought to yourself, sitting on your bed, feeling the soft mattress as you moved back, stopping once your back hit the cement, your eyes making contact with those of Jesse’s.

“Why do you always look at me like that, Darlin?” He said as he stood before you, taking in your frightened form, “You always look so scared, like I’m boutta eat ya.”

“Please just let me go.” Your voice was weak, a newly developed raspiness due to a lack of water that you began to refuse to drink, thinking that the man was mixing something in to keep you frail after the last time you had almost escaped this nightmare, “Please.”

“Aw, now Sweetpea, you know I can’t do that.” He chuckled, his eyes running over every inch of your body, taking notice of your slight tremble.

You remained silent. Fear racing through your veins as he took a step closer, setting down a plate of food that you figured to be dinner. Your stomach churned at the thought of having to eat the food he made, even though you had devoured the meals previously after starving yourself in retaliation to the man. You hated yourself for when the the thought of his cooking to be quite delicious, you felt nauseous; how could you ever think that of your kidnapper?

“Why am I here?” You asked, your eyes cast down to your palms in your lap, avoiding the unwavering stare of Jesse’s, “Why can’t you just let me go?”

A smirk played on the corner of his lips as a slight chuckle left his throat, “I had told you back when we were dating, nobody can have you but me.” He lurched forward, taking a fist full of the collar of your shirt, almost ripping the fabric in the process as he brought his face close to yours, the tip of his nose grazing yours. You gulped in terror; he’d never done this before and you could very clearly see the building annoyance in his eyes as his expression drew into a frown, “You’re mine. Got that?”

No words fell from your lips as you could only look in his eyes, too nervous to look away. He held you like that for only a moment, blinking rapidly before letting go, allowing you to plop back onto the bed, scrambling away from him; horror written in your features. He looked at you in shock, moving forward to hug you, much to your overwhelming confusion. He profusely apologized for causing you harm and promised to never hurt you.

Tears welled in your eyes, what did you do to deserve to be sitting where you are?

Did you accidentally cut someone off while driving? Is it because you walked out of a store with forgetting to pay for an item in your bag? Did you somehow kill someone? You tried to make some sense even though you never came up with anything.

Jesse pulled back, pursing his lips as he lifted his hand, to which you flinched at much to his dismay, and wiped your tears away with his thumb, “It’s okay. I gotcha, Sweetheart. I’m gonna protect you from everything in this cruel world.”

You needed to get out.

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Masterlist

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Snapchat (NSFW)

warning: explicit content | 18+

| Soldier: 76 | Ashe |

Soldier: 76

“Snapchat? What the hell is that?” He’d ask, confusion was written across his features as you asked him if he had one. The old soldier never had time to invest time into any sort of social media — there were more important things at hand, in his opinion. He had heard ‘Snapchat’ before, overhearing it from conversations held mainly between Hana, Lúcio, Lena, Genji and yourself, but he never cared enough to know what it truly was.

It took quite a bit of convincing to have him create an account. “Come on, Jack! It’ll be great!” He was clearly not entertained by your fake cries (weak whimpers, wiping away nonexistent tears and occasionally huffing or sighing loudly). “Fine. How do I sign up?” He sounded less than thrilled, shaking his head as a breathy chuckle left his lips. You eagerly made him an account and quickly showed him how to use it properly.

When you first began sending him messages, it was all sweet an innocent — similar to the beginning of your relationship together; nothing but tender kisses and subtle hand holding — but you slowly began sending more provocative pictures as your relationship progressed in the sexual manor. Pictures of you in the shower/bath (no nudity, but very close to exposing yourself), you only in your underwear as you laid in bed; every time he had received one of this pictures, Jack couldn’t wait to rush to you and ravish you in such a state.

You were feeling parting playful when you woke up one morning, finding yourself alone, in bed, with a note placed delicately on your bedside table, the note reading: “I didn’t want to wake you up since you might be tired from last night. I hope I wasn’t too rough. I made breakfast and it’s in the refrigerator. Message me when you’re up! -Love Jack”. It brought a smile to your face, but it soon morphed into a smirk as an idea decided to pop into your mind.

You moved the blankets, opening the Snapchat app and flipping the camera to face you — your bare skin on full display. You adjusted yourself in bed, lifting your hips, bending your legs, etc.; overall taking many pictures until you took one you were satisfied with. “I miss you” was quickly added before you sent it, deciding to look at your friend’s stories to pass time as you patiently awaited for a response.

Your eyes flickered to the top of your screen as the notification rung “Jack❤️ is typing...”. You sat up, “from Jack❤️” was quickly popped up only a few moments later. You opened your conversation with him, reading his message as a faint blush dusted the tops of your cheeks, “I miss you too. I wish I could be there right now too. I can’t wait to love you again tonight and this time, I won’t hold back.” You clamped your thighs together, your mind becoming flooded with images of Jack on top of you, rolling his hips into yours as his hand was placed at the base of your neck, his sweat mixing with your own in a sinful cocktail.

Your hand trailed down your abdomen to in between your legs, imagining your touch as Jack’s — recreating the feeling of his fingers grazing your skin as he kissed up your inner thigh to where you wanted his mouth the most. With skillful fingers, you slowly began to pleasure yourself. You took a quick picture, sending it to Jack: “I need you” was all you wrote, but it was all you needed to say.

You had messaged back and forth, learning about how much Jack yearned for you in that very moment, even sending pictures of his own, much to your building pleasure as you continued to stroke yourself, touching the areas that made you shudder. You bit your lip as your eyes were almost glued to the screen of your phone, reading the most erotic paragraphs you had ever seen — adding another stone to your churning orgasm.

Jack was never one to entertain any sort of sexting, but he threw all of his pure thoughts out of the way once he caught glimpse of your nude body, covered in marks he had unintentionally left the night prior. You looked perfect. He couldn’t wait to get home and take you, making your voice become scratchy as you called out his name in pure lust. His mind wandered as he palmed himself through his pants, the material becoming tighter and tighter as his erection grew; thanks to your teasing pictures.

You sped up the pace of your hand, causing you to throw your head back, lift your hips and curl your toes as the delicious wave of your climax crash into you. You shook, your nerves set alight as your breath let your lungs. “I can’t wait for you to make me come again” you sent Jack, slowly regaining your breath.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be doing that all night long” he replied, much to your excitement. With one last scandalous photo being sent off, you placed your phone down on the bedside table, refusing to check the stream of notifications as they came in, already knowing the reaction Jack was most likely having to such a sinful picture being displayed on his screen. He was a patient man, but in that moment patience wasn’t apart of his vocabulary.

With the slam of the front door to your shared quarters, you heard rather loud footfalls heading for the bedroom. You rested on your elbows, the blankets falling to your lap as Jack opened the door. “I knew you’d come” You smirked, any other sentence being cut off as Jack connected his lips to yours — there was no way you’d be able to walk properly tomorrow.

Ashe

“Hey, Ashe?” You asked as you looked up from your phone, glancing at said woman who sat beside you on the sofa of your apartment, “Do you have a Snapchat?”. “Yeah, do you want it?” She raised an eyebrow, reaching to pull out her phone as you nodded your head in response. You weren’t surprised that she already an account, but you were stunned that she added you back — at least this in the beginnings of your relationship when you were simply flirting back and forth, not taking the flirting a step further.

Everything progressed as time went by. It had been official that you and Ashe were together. It was sweet and innocent in the beginning — nothing heated took place as you eased yourself into the title. Your snaps back and forth consisted of occasional selfies, complimenting those selfies and sometimes quick updates about each other’s day; and, if you went more than two days without seeing each other, there would be “I miss you”s in the mix.

It was late. You were laying in bed, completely bored out of your mind and missing your white-haired girlfriend. She was sent on yet another mission, her location classified and unknown to you. You missed her voice, her smartass comments, her sarcasm, her warmth next to you in bed, her lips, her touch. Oh, you needed her. You needed to feel her bare skin on yours once again. You desired it greatly.

She was the first to send a pic that night; the buttons to her top undone, leaving her cleavage exposed to your hungering eyes. You bit your lip, chewing at the skin as you felt heat rush to your cheeks while your eyes scanned over the caption; “I wish you were here baby ❤️ I need you so badly.”

You sat up and pulled the blanket aside, moving into the bathroom to send her a picture of your own; your shirt pulled up and being held by your teeth as your thumb pulled down the waistband of your sweatpants, revealing the elastic band of your underwear. Once you took the picture, you quickly typed “I miss you too 😘 I wish you were here ❤️”

It didn’t take long for you to receive a response. The snapchat had been quickly opened by Ashe before she replied back. Her top was off, one hand cupping her left breast as the camera caught her winking, “I miss your lips. I can’t wait to be back so we can fuck all night if we wanted 😉💦”. Her snapchat caught you off guard; you had been intimate before with Ashe, but you genuinely hadn’t expected to see your girlfriend topless and sexting you while she was out on a mission.

Previously, you had tried to sext her on a mission, but that only resulted in an argument, “I’m supposed to be working. I can’t be horny right now, I need to focus. You’re gonna end up distracting me.”. You hadn’t expected her to be stern with you, but she told you that when she was home, you’d have her all to yourself and she quite definitely kept her promise to you. You hadn’t attempted to send her racy pictures while she was in the field, already knowing she’d be spending her time with you in bed when she was finally back.

“I can’t wait 🥰 I was thinking about you earlier today while I was in the shower”, followed by a photo of you with your shirt and sweatpants off, most definitely discarded to the tile flooring in a rush. Your body was on display to her. You locked your phone before moving back to your bed, your hand finding it’s way into your underwear. You missed her so much. You missed the hickies she’d suck into your skin, her fingers tangled in your hair as she pulled your head back for better access to your neck. You missed the way she’d nip at your skin before traveling her lips down your front before meeting your underwear, hooking her fingers under the elastic. Just remembering her dominating eyes in such a position caused a large wave of heat to course through your body, filling your veins with need for pleasure.

The next snapchat she had sent was of her in bed, her hand between her thighs as she subtly pushed her breasts together, “Oh really? What were you thinking of?😘😉”. She sent another before you could respond, “I was thinking about you when I woke up this morning. I thought about how good it would be to fuck you. I want you to cry out my name as you come. I want to taste you again. I want to tie you to the bed so I can have you all to myself.”. The picture was only of a black screen, but her words were enough to allow your imagination to run wild; how good it would feel to have her hands on your body again, messing up the sheets and most likely disturbing the neighbors in the process. You practically craved the taste of her on your tongue. You needed her.

The snapchats back and forth became more sexual, telling each other what you wanted to do, what you both needed and the photos more revealing. You had already stripped yourself naked as you pleasured yourself, imagining your hand to be hers as you grazed over the right spots, working yourself to the orgasm that swelled in your abdomen, chasing after the high you have felt plenty of times before, catching yourself on video as you came undone, your eyelids heavy in ecstasy. You didn’t hesitate to send her the video, already knowing she’d be more than happy to drink in the sight of you masturbating.

“Is that what I do to you?” Her next snap read, causing your cheeks to flush red as if they weren’t already. She had sent yet another, a video of her own; her fingers buried between her legs as she brought herself closer to climaxing, her breath erratic as her chest rose and fell with every pump of her fingers. “I need you so much baby. I need to feel you-“ her words were cut off by a series of moans, not bothering to finish her sentence as she bucked her hips into the palm of her hand, curling her fingers within her as her thighs clamped around her wrist, her head thrown back as she succumb to the intense waves of pleasure; a sight that was burned into your mind.

Your breathing calmed as your slipped under the blankets of your bed, not bothering to put clothes back on. You had already turned off the light, snuggling up under the warm covers, your legs tingling. Your phone lit up beside you with a phone call, Ashe. You quickly answered to hear her sweet voice on the other end, “Hey sweetheart. That was quite the show.”

A/n: Hey, it’s Teru! I didn’t think I was going to go on as long of a break as I did 😳 but I’m back! I’ve been gone for 2 years and I’ve had a ton of life experiences. I had such a hard time writing before because I lost motivation. I wanted to make my writing as perfect as it could be and I’m finally proud of what I’ve been writing. I’m in a good mental state as of late and I finally have motivation to write, which I’ve missed sooooo much!!!! Omg! I’m sorry for being gone for so long!

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[saltyteru]

To help the process of raising enough money, I’m gonna be doing commission pieces!

1000 words: $10

2000 words: $20

3000 word: $30

For an nsfw piece (depending on the amount of words) will be an extra $5!

I hope it isn’t too expensive, the money earned will be going toward my gofundme for my cat’s surgery!

I hope you all have an amazing day! Thank you for being such amazing people!

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DM me if you’d like a piece written just for you! 💕

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Hello everyone, I know I haven’t posted anything in a short while, but this is an emergency and I need your help asap.

Just recently, my cat was diagnosed with Sarcoma, a rare and aggressive kind of cancer that if it goes untreated she will have mere months to live. I can’t stand to see her suffer like this and I can’t afford her surgery.

If you are able to, please donate and/or share! Either of these helps more than you can imagine!

[saltyteru]

Good Morning (n s f w)

warning: potential mature content | 18+

| Hanzo |

A hum left your parted lips as you felt your hips being raised. With vision blurred by sleep, you opened your only by a fraction, not particularly wanting to be blinded by the sunlight that began to pour through the gaps in the curtains. You stretched your back, sitting upward as the covers fell from your clothed chest, rubbing your tired eyes.

“Mm, Hanzo.” You whimpered as his teeth sank into your inner thigh, sure to leave a mark to be discovered later in the day.

You lifted the blankets, leaning back on one hand as said man’s hands rubbed at your hips, massaging your tender skin, decorating your upper and inner thighs with open-mouthed kisses, the sensation sending shivers up your spine as the tip of his nose brushed against where you wanted his mouth the most. You moved the covers from over his head, letting them rest on his broad shoulders, running your fingers through his silk-like hair.

“Quit teasing.” You pouted, your face heating as his eyes captured yours in a lustful and unwavering gaze, your heart thumping in your chest; you knew that look very well.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get to that.” His voice was low and raspy, laced heavily with sleep, as he spoke, his fingers ghosting under your shirt, his touch barely noticeable, “Let me take care of you.” He gave a soft smile as he noticed your elbow slowly buckle, bringing your forearm to rest against the mattress.

You held your breath as his lips grazed your clothed core, your muscles tightening in building anticipation, awaiting his next move. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, locking his arms around your hips as he began to peel off your undergarments, the cool morning air meeting your heated skin, causing you to quickly inhale at the sudden change of temperature, but it was soon forgotten as his lips came in contact at your lower stomach, moving closer and closer to your patiently waiting need for him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He hummed before his tongue met your core, your cheeks flairing up in a blush as he had his way with you, pleasuring you sweetly, music playing quietly — first unnoticed by you until your senses were set alight as continuous waves of delight crashed over you.

What a wonderful way to wake up.

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Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope you’re having an amazing day! 💕💕💞

- t e r u

[saltyteru]

Ya still there Teru? Taking a tiny break?

Yes, I am! I’m sorry for suddenly going M.I.A. I had been dealing with family problems and my depression and I decided to take a step back. Loss of writing inspiration has definitely taken a toll on me. I love to write and I especially love it when I see the sweet reactions you give, it makes me want to work harder and add more to the short stories. I have a few drafts written at the moment, I’ve been nitpicking them like crazy these past couple of weeks (I’ve been adding more, taking away, etc. I just want the work I put out to show my effort). Thank you for being patient, it really means a lot and helps a lot when trying to figure everything out 💕

[saltyteru]

I know there’s a lot of tension after Tumblr’s new policy annouced for December 17th, but reblog this if you aren’t leaving Tumblr so that other blogs can know they aren’t going to be completely alone!

[saltyteru]

So I ended up making a new DeviantArt.

The new link is here

If my blog is deleted…

If my blog is deleted, please know that I will continue to write! I’m taking some precaution since I have posted NSFW content before.

Here are other sites I am on:

Ao3 : link here

Quotev: link here

DeviantArt: link here

I plan on moving my work to a different platform so it’s not lost. Please know that I will continue to post here as long as my account isn’t deleted, I don’t want to risk anything.

[saltyteru]

Alternatives to Tumblr if Yahoo goes any further

Soup.io - well-known alternative to Tumblr. Reblogging, post types, themes, collab blogs, dashboard, artsy, great community already there. Soup can auto-import everything you’ve posted on Tumblr.

TypePad - Includes reblogging. Dashboard and post types similar to Tumblr.

Jux - Artful posts, beautiful blogging experience

[saltyteru]

If my blog is deleted...

If my blog is deleted, please know that I will continue to write! I’m taking some precaution since I have posted NSFW content before.

Here are other sites I am on:

Ao3 : link here

Quotev: link here

I plan on moving my work to a different platform so it’s not lost. Please know that I will continue to post here as long as my account isn’t deleted, I don’t want to risk anything.

[saltyteru]

I don’t post adult content, but I know and follow a lot of blogs that do. If you don’t like the changes @staff wants to make regarding NSFW imagery, be sure to let them know!

→ Sign the petition here! 

[saltyteru]

LUV YU TERU :3

I LUV YU TOO 💕💕💞💞

[saltyteru]

here‘s a gentle reminder that you’re valued, so beyond loved, and deserving of help and care. i hope you heal, find peace, bloom, and thrive.

keep going. the world is lucky to have you ♡

[saltyteru]

In Dreams

| Genji |

His eyes were met with the red, digital numbers on the clock, the ‘2:18am’ burning into his eyes as a sigh let his lips — another night of seeing the clock so early, being awaken by nightmares. His eyes fell to his lap, clenching his fist above his heart as he sat up, his mind racing in the suffocating darkness of the room. His heart was practically beating out of his chest and his breath was nonexistent as he did his best to calm himself without waking you. His fingers trembled as scenes from his nightmare plagued his mind — ones of him losing everything he ever loved or cared for, losing you. His chest ached as a the vivid images refused to leave, keeping him up, leaving him unable to sleep as he worried about the worst; if the scenario of the dream ever came true.

“Genji?” You sleepily asked, your voice thick with exhaustion as you rolled over to face him, your hands taking hold of his, your tender touch easing him, “Did you have another one?” Your voice was soft as you looked up at him, making out his silhouette.

He simply nodded, his eyes refusing to meet yours, swallowing the saliva that pooled under his tongue, the room seeming to be closing in on him. Adrenaline pulsed through his veins as his eyes skipped around the room. He relaxed into your touch, your presence helping him take a deep breath, his rapid heart rate slowing to a normal speed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked, moving closer to him as you sat up, “What was it about?” You rested your hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance as he laid his head on your shoulder, burying his face into your neck, the faint scent of your bath soap comforting.

“It’s just...” He paused, gathering his thoughts, “It was about everything falling apart. Something happened and I was all alone in the middle of a field — where the headquarters stood.” He gulped.

“What happened?” You leaned your head against his.

“Reyes and Morrison had a fight... there was a bomb and everything was gone... you included.” His voice was barely audible with his last words, his mouth running dry at the thought.

You placed your hands on his cheeks, your forehead pressed to his, “I’m sorry you had such a bad nightmare. I wish I could take them away.” You closed your eyes for a moment, “Please know that it won’t come true. Reyes and Morrison are like brothers, something terrible would have to happen before those two cause something major.” You smiled, further calming Genji from the terror filled dream that had wrecked havoc on his mind.

“Promise?” His eyes met yours, a hint of playfulness in his amber irises.

“I promise.” You let out a chuckle, slouching forward.

He hummed, closing the short distance between your lips, connecting his mouth to yours in a sweet kiss — one that always seemed to make your heart flutter like a teenager experiencing their first kiss. The corners of your lips curved up as Genji placed a hand at the back of your neck. The kiss was slow and sloppy, neither of you entirely awake as you both had eased down beneath the blankets, soaking in the heat trapped beneath the fabrics.

“I love you.” He murmured as he pulled away, his arms wrapping around your waist, keeping you against him as he laid back into his pillow.

“I love you too.” You yawned out, tears filling your waterline before dissipating before your head fell to your own pillow, soon succumbing to sleep as the warmth of the bedding surrounded you, helping you drift of, unconsciously pushing yourself into Genji, earning yourself a kiss on the forehead before he too joined you in realm of slumber.

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.

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Though, you couldn’t keep your promise.

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Me: I hate writing on tumblr because it always crashes before I go to save and everything gets deleted!

Also me: I’m gonna write on tumblr. It’s going to be easier to post since I don’t have to transfer it over!

Tumblr: *crashes before I saved*

Me: