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Got bit by a dog this morning, fucked up my left hand so writings will have to be postponed.

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May I request a Sharkbait Mako smut? Like the reader is a noble figure who ends up falling for Mako?

"The Captain And The Noble"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Sharkbait! Roadhog ("Mako Rutledge") x Gender Neutral! Noble! Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] - (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Overwatch Alternate Universe, Sharkbait! Roadhog, Noble! Reader, Gender Neutral! Reader, They/Them Pronouns Used For Reader, Unofficial Love Confession, Fingering- Roadhog Giving/Reader Receiving, Doggy Style.

Word Count: 1,319 Word

Taglist: @masterofpuns

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It didn’t necessarily matter that his facial features were hidden away by that mask that was clinging quite tightly to his face, and upon further examination  it turns out that the mask itself was actually made from some sort of  taxidermied shark- trying to figure out how the colossal captain of the infamous ‘Ol’ One-Ship Apocalypse’ was actually easy to decipher if you happened to pay attention to his body language. Whenever going into a defensive mode Mako would always have his right foot stepped out alongside his right hand holding his scrap gun, shielding those behind him with his massive body. During times of seemingly feeling uncertain or even anxious Mako could be seen brushing his fingers along the curve of his hook, repeating the process over and over again until there was a resolve. How whenever he was behind closed doors of those that he truly trusted, Mako allowed himself to just.. relax. He could allow himself to just lay there in silence and take up space without having to worry about upholding some sort of ruthless killer persona. He could finally allow himself to take a breath and allow his thoughts to wander aimlessly, to give himself a moment to think of those other thoughts that everyone else was consistently thinking of. 

Such as this one.. 

“If there doesn’t happen to be any complications or conflicts of any kind, we should be reaching the port by the following evening,” While his words do disrupt the environmental sounds that are seeping into the captain’s great cabin through the cracks of the ship, they’re welcoming, if not also comforting as well. 

“..and by complications or conflicts I assume-” speaking the first part of their response (Y/N) proceeds to avert their attention from the journals of Mako that were sprawled across his grand table, having been reading the entries of the adventures and tales that had been written down, “-you’re meaning about Jamison agitating and antagonizing almost every other ship crew that we comes across?” 

“..correct.” 

As there happens to be a soft chuckle that leaves (Y/N)’s lips as they recall several memories of Jamison’s antics towards other ship’s crew, of how they would be trying to just enjoy a drink before going back on a long voyage and Jamison would be right up their ass boasting about how the crew of the ‘Ol One-Ship Apocalypse’ committed countless acts of piracy and would ‘blow the man down’ to anyone that tried to stand in their way, (Y/N) had slowly come to realize about how long it had truly been since they had been aboard the ship. It was supposed to be a simplistic escort and drop off type of mission to reunite the noble (Y/N) back with their original kingdom after having traveled to a distant kingdom in hopes of forming an alliance, but had decided that it was best to leave after one of the nobles had decided to try and make an unwanted and unwelcome advancement towards them. A simple return journey that would take a month or less depending on if there had been any complications whether it would be other pirates or if the weather had decided to take a turn. 

It has now been seven months.. But, ultimately, (Y/N) wouldn’t have changed a single thing. 

“If this happens to be the end of our journey,” They speak softly, as if raising their voice to be heard clearly would disturb the peacefulness that they are currently experiencing, “-then I’d have to admit that I’ve quite enjoyed it.. I’ve also enjoyed your company as well, whether you happen to believe it or not.” A moment of silence proceeds to overtake the environment and there happens to be a soft sigh that escapes past (Y/N)’s lips before they turn around to face Mako. There had been certain.. thoughts.. images.. that had been occupying the space within their mind, and since it was the end of their journey together (Y/N) would rather go ahead and reveal them to Mako instead of keep them to themself and wonder for time beyond what could’ve happened. “I know that we’ve already discussed a certain amount for the journey, and with my elongated stay I do plan on paying you interest, but I was wondering if I may indulge in some fantasies with you before we are to part from each other.”

Fingers brush against fabric as they seek out the hems and binds of the clothing upon them and then using said fingers to slowly discard said clothing until they’re nothing more than a simple pile upon the floor. Those words, that confession that came from (Y/N)’s lips, now combined with the sight of (Y/N)’s bare body in front of him, was enough to cause Mako to sit up straight. Were they serious? They wanted to spend some time with him like this? Allowing themself to be bare and wanting to be intimate with him? It definitely was surprising, considering that someone that was such like him, had done the things such as he has, would typically cause a noble such as (Y/N) to view Mako in only disgust and stigma. He couldn’t help but to allow his eyes to wander across (Y/N)’s body, and soon enough finds himself enclosing the distance between the two until his body is pressed up against their own. Mako’s large, meaty hands gravitating towards (Y/N)’s hips, hoisting them to be laying stomach first on the table, not caring about the numerous pages and other objects that clattered amongst the floor. “..ta’ be honest with you, I’ve been thinking the same thing..” 

It doesn’t take much longer for those arousing feelings to intensify, and soon enough two of Mako’s fingers are slowly, gently, thrusting within them, trying to find that particular spot that would hopefully bring (Y/N) to seeing stars or even something beyond the stars within the galaxy above them all while his other hand is slowly, teasingly, stroking his own massive cock. Mako’s fingers eventually become wet the more that he thrusts them until his cock is just absolutely hard and throbbing, and he can’t bear to not be within (Y/N) anymore. “Easy goes, just let me know if it hurts,” Mako mumbles underneath his breath as he proceeds to push his weight onto (Y/N), slowly and cautiously pushing his cock into that warm, wet, tightness. 

There’s a soft whine that proceeds to escape past (Y/N)’s lips at the sensation of the initial stretch of Mako’s cock slowly entering them, and then that increasing pressure within them as inch by inch does his cock continue filling them. Their hands move to grip the sides of the table in some attempt to ground themselves but it doesn’t do much as the pleasure swarms their mind, soft moans and shaky breaths leaving them as Mako begins to rock his hips against them, causing their body to bounce back against him and the table underneath them to shift slightly, the table creaking underneath the weight and the movement. “F-Fuck, M-Mako~,” Managing to speak the man’s name in between breaths and that coil that was increasingly tightening coil within them, bringing them closer and closer to the verge- “I-I’m cumming!~” (Y/N) doesn’t bother to try and control the volume of their voice as their orgasm proceeds to overtake them, body trembling quite intensely against Mako’s, back arching against his stomach, eyes dilated from the bliss coursing throughout their system. They don’t even get a moment to catch their breath before Mako begins picking up the pace of his thrusting once again, chuckling as he bent over to whisper within (Y/N)’s ear. “How about you keep your money and I get to keep you here by my said as my own treasure, eh?~”

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Roadhog smut where Reader has a kink for being praised?

"Such A Good Little Piggy~"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Roadhog ("Mako Rutledge") x Gender Neutral! Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] - (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: MDNI, Gender Neutral! Reader, They/Them Pronouns Used For Reader, Soft! Dominant! Roadhog, Verbal Praise Kink, Verbal Praise - Roadhog Giving/Reader Receiving, Reader Gets Called Gorgeous- Still Gender Neutral, Nickname Usage, Spanking, Roadhog Being Slightly Commanding.

Word Count: 516 Words

Taglist: @masterofpuns

(It took longer than expected to get this out because I thought I was doing the tagging/mentioning system wrong, lol)

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“..and here you said that you wouldn’t be able to take such a thick, enormous cock~'' There's a taunting, teasing tone within the words that Mako speaks, followed by a chuckle of mere amusement, as he watches his poor, little (Y/N) squirming underneath his own bulky size in an attempt to adjust to the seemingly never-ending length of Mako’s cock. A bright, flustered blush covering their cheeks while their eyes are slightly blown from the pleasure that’s coursing throughout their system. “..looking so gorgeous down there as you continue to try to handle all of me~ Such a good Little Piggy, aren’t you?~” His words, that gravelly tone of voice, especially whenever he would praise them, conjures up a loud, almost desperate moan from (Y/N)’s lips. Slowly, but surely, inch after inch (Y/N) manages to take from Mako, a pleasurable pressure becoming a bit more intense the more that they take, until there’s a sigh of relief that escapes the heavyset man above them. “Managed to take it all, huh?~ All the way to the base, Little Piggy~ It drives me absolutely wild whenever you’re able to take me all like this~”

It was almost an addiction, the emotions that were at an all time high within (Y/N), combined with the consistent pleasure that came along with arching their back just right and beginning to move their hips in a - circular motion. While the movement from Mako himself was appreciated, causing a brief high pitched cry to escape out into the open from the occasional quick, rough thrust, Mako really wouldn’t have to do anything at this point. (Y/N) was doing everything on their own. It definitely was a sight, a sight that he would make sure to engrain within his memories. “That’s my good Piggy~ Rock your hips just like that~” Another firm slap to their ass, another soft moan that leaves their lips. “Good, good~ Now, how about you go faster?~ I know that you can take it~"

“I’m so proud of you for taking my cock so well, (Y/N)~ You’ve done so well to please me so far~ How about you give yourself a well deserved break and let Daddy Pig take the reins, hm?~ I’ll take such good care of you as you have been taking such good care of me~” Mako doesn’t bother to even give (Y/N) the chance to respond before he places his enormous hands upon (Y/N)’s hips, having a tight grip before he begins setting a quick, yet gentle pace as he thrusts. It doesn’t matter though. Between the physical pleasure that he was bestowing upon (Y/N), and the constant praise that he was giving, (Y/N) was feeling as if they were on Cloud Nine, and wouldn’t want it any other way. Slightly blown pupils from the lust and arousal that coursed throughout their system, and the large grin that was gracing their lips, it was obvious to tell that they were enjoying it. “Such a good, little Piggy, I am~ Such a good, little Piggy~”

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Lime rating scenario 11 for Roadhog?

"Do You Trust Me?"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Roadhog ("Mako Rutledge") x Gender Neutral! Reader

Rating: Lime [🟢] - (Equivalent to PG-13)

Prompt: #11 - "Do you trust me?"

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Gender Neutral! Reader, They/Them Pronouns For Reader, Post! Omnic Crisis, Post! Austrian Liberation Front, Long Lost Spouse! Reader And Roadhog, Slightly Canon-But Mostly Non-Canon Background For Roadhog, Reminiscing, Reuniting, Junkrat Attempts To Scare Reader, Unmentioned Appearance Of Roadhog.

Word Count: 1,420 Words

Notes: Ultimately, I've always been fond of a cross universe for Overwatch, and Team Fortress 2 with Overwatch has always been a crossover favorite of mine. Therefore, the background for Roadhog is not fully canon for this post and more opinionated based on the crossover version I have for him. I've also based Reader's brother to be Sniper from Team Fortress 2, though for those wanting to keep it solely within the Overwatch universe it is not mentioned or hinted at.

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Thirteen years, seven months, three weeks, four days, nine hours, forty-five minutes, twenty-three seconds.

That’s exactly how much time has passed since they had last been on the property. The last time that they had been on the property, what was supposed to be considered their forever home, before having been drove out of their home, their own hometown, by a revenge hungry mob of Omnics due to the destruction of the omnium and the surrounding area that had been gifted to them by the government after the Omnic Crisis. Between being stuck in constant cycles of depression and grievance, followed by just going through the same constant motions day by day, the sense of time had become blurred and eventually forgotten. It had essentially turned into a cycle of just whenever it was day and whenever it was night, nothing much more than that. What exactly was it that had caused (Y/N)’s thoughts to deter from their usual? To decide that maybe it would be best to deter from their usual schedule and routine of the life that they had come to know over this past decade and go on this trip back to their hometown with their older brother. 

At the moment, (Y/N) couldn’t give you a specific answer. 

Yet, secretly, it was that little spark of hope that had almost been snuffed out.

While that little spark of hope within them had been on the verge of being completely snuffed out throughout the last twelve years, it was difficult to determine now whether it would actually die away or find some reason, whatever reason, to become big, bright, and flaring once again. The moment was supposed to be a time of reminiscing, a time of (Y/N) closing their eyes and basking in the memories of how the past, how rundown things had become in the present. The neighboring town, “Junkertown”, was definitely something else now, a “rustic” town built by the scraps of the omnium that was populated by bands of lawless scavengers and their “Queen”. The surrounding area of the place that was supposed to be home almost mimicked the appearance of the “Junkertown”.

It was supposed to be where their home was going to be, where their business was going to be. ‘Rutledge Family Pig Farm’, that’s what it was supposed to be called. The stalls where the pigs and piglets were going to be held were now a non-existent thing, the land where they were going to be located was now just an area of destroyed land, as it would have to be completely dug up and releveled just to even begin making blueprints once again. How that enormous, custom made barn that (Y/N) remembers Mako and some of the neighboring farmers that worked alongside them in the agribusiness had spent countless hours building was now just a large pile of various junk, the typical combination of old wood and scrap metal. Lastly, but definitely not the least part about this small time frame of reminiscing, was the house that needed many renovations that were now just small ideas of the past, the house that was supposed to become their own. 

(Y/N) and Mako’s home. 

There was just absolutely too much about the current condition of the house to attempt to just focus upon one thing about it. How many of those renovations, the plans on how beautiful and homey the house was supposed to be, were now gone to the wind, it now looking like a ghost, an empty shell, of the former house that it used to be. It’s starting to become overwhelming, the various thoughts and memories from the past conflicting with the ‘what could’ve been’ type of possibilities that follow alongside it. 

“Hey,” There’s the typically gruff, yet soft, and comforting voice of (Y/N)’s brother, enclosing the distance between them to make sure that his younger sibling was getting the closure and something similar to comfort that they would need. A gentle hand upon the shoulder, a sign of reassurance that he was there if (Y/N) needed anything. “If you’d like we could always go grab something to eat, figure out wh-” Yet, the comforting words don’t last long, not with the words then being suddenly interrupted by the sounds of metal clanking, which was then followed by a few, small explosions going off around them. There’s a shriek of surprise that escapes past (Y/N)’s lips, eyes widening and frantically looking around in an frantic attempt to figure out the source of the bombs. 

“Got ‘em bastards, Roadie! Show them that the ‘Whole Hog’ doesn’t take kindly to people tryna’ steal from us!” 

Usually, it would’ve been the frag launcher wielding crackhead looking guy that would overtake the attention of (Y/N) in situations like this, hands becoming clammy and breath becoming shaky from the anxiety that was beginning to rise within them, but that wasn’t the case this time. Their attention was now more focused upon the large, heavy set man that was standing menacingly beside this person. It’s then that it begins to dawn on (Y/N), these two men weren’t just your run-of-the-mill type of Junkers, oh, no. ‘Roadhog’ and ‘Junkrat’, that’s what they were typically called, and were famous, wanted fugitives for their international crime spree that left nothing but havoc and bedlam within their wake. Despite that, there was just something about this ‘Roadhog’ person, something that (Y/N) couldn’t just necessarily pinpoint about it. Sure, this man was probably about the same size and build, if not just some tad bigger, than Mako had been as (Y/N) could last recall, yet, people could drastically change their appearance throughout almost fourteen years. While the man’s clothing, or lack of clothing more like it, was things that she couldn’t necessarily imagine Mako wearing, it was more similar to his aesthetic though. Yet, the more that (Y/N) would look over this mystery man the more similarities to Mako that they would be able to pinpoint. 

It had begun with the body comparisons..

Then it had transitioned with the clothing comparisons.. 

..how the man’s belly button stuck out quite a bit.

..how the man’s tattoo on his stomach was very, very similar.. 

If not, completely exactly how Mako’s was.. location and all.

..that little, homemade piggy patch that was upon the man’s vest.

There’s absolutely no way, is there? 

There’s absolutely no way that it could be him, that it could be- 

“-Mako?”

It’s just a moment that the name slips from (Y/N)’s lips and out into the air around the four of them that an intense, thick moment of silence overcomes them all. Well, it doesn’t last for long as Junkrat then begins spouting off along the lines of ‘Mako? Who’s Mako?’ and then he would elbow Roadhog and chuckle, ‘Get a load of these two! Thinking that one of us is this Mako person!’ Yet, there’s no response from his taller companion, just an unknown look that’s covered by the mask. An almost unsettling silence, but it slowly dissipates as Roadhog proceeds to enclose the distance between himself and (Y/N). A large hand of his reaches to grasp at the straps of his mask and then begins to slightly tug it from his head to reveal.. 

Mako Rutledge. 

Their partner, the one that was believed to have perished along with whatever other hopes and dreams that (Y/N) and Mako used to have, was this ruthless and harsh killer that was wanted worldwide for crimes various to basic misdemeanors to crimes that could only be conjured up within the mind of an extremely deranged psychopath. There couldn’t be any way that the Outback had changed Mako this much, right? To delve and essentially give in to this ‘Roadhog’ persona, but that was his life now, and ultimately, it makes (Y/N) take a moment to realize how much they had changed due to everything that they had gone through as well.

What they hadn’t been expecting was Mako’s large hand to a gentle hold of their own, how he used to whenever they were younger, whenever they had been genuinely happy and deeply in love with each other. Heart rates begin to accelerate, breathing becomes more quick paced and shaky, throat feeling as if it’s beginning to constrict slightly while vision slowly begins to become blurred from tears forming in (Y/N)’s eyes. 

“(Y/N).. Do you trust me?”

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Can you do JunkerQueen x F!Reader smut headcanon?

"The Queen's Woman~"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Junker Queen ("Odessa 'Dez' Stone") x Female! Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: MDNI, Female Pronouns Used For Reader, Female x Female Relationship, Dominant! Junker Queen x Switch! Reader, Possesive! Junker Queen If You Squint, Public Display of Ownership If You Squint, Exhibitionism, Power Play Kink, Enclosed Public Nudity, Enclosed Public Masturbation, Groping, Marking With Hickies and Bites, Face Sitting, Mention of Bottom!- But Not Necessarily Submissive- Junker Queen, Scissoring, Tribbing, Numerous Orgasms, Mention Of Squirting.

Word Count: 681 Words

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The cutthroat leader of the notorious Junkers, Odessa “Dez” Stone, the Queen of Junkertown. A woman who has a combination of traits such as being fierce and resourceful, no stranger to surviving in such harsh conditions, and is happy to run headfirst into battle. Therefore, why would there be any need to seek out someone else to satisfy that longing for love and affection? Why would there be any need to seek someone else out to satisfy that longing of being touched and brought to other planes of euphoria and pleasure? There isn’t anyone else. Odessa plans on making sure of that, and she’s not afraid to do it in front of others as well, to make it known to the other Junkers that (Y/N) belongs to her, and her only. 

It could literally be the most important meeting of Odessa’s career with other Junker officials. It could literally be the next Reckoning that could be the end of her reign of power over Junkertown. It could literally be the fall of humanity, a secondary Omnic Crisis due to the Null Sector. Yet, Odessa wouldn’t care. She would be sitting upon that throne of hers, having (Y/N) sitting completely naked within her lap, legs spread wide open to give anyone the view of how Odessa’s fingers were working delicately against (Y/N)’s cunt. Odessa’s thumb brushing slow, teasing circles against (Y/N)’s clit all while two other fingers were also pumping in a slow, teasing manner. It was all worth it, watching as (Y/N)’s legs would briefly tremble when that pleasurable sensation would become briefly overwhelming. Odessa’s other hand clutching so desperately against (Y/N)’s breast, squeezing gently all using her fingers to gently pinch and pull at those cute nipples. Her mouth latched upon (Y/N)’s neck to leave love bites and hickeys, visible marks that would be noticeable by anyone.

Odessa typically considers herself to be the more dominant person, or at least in a more dominant position, whenever it comes to the relationship between her and (Y/N). Yet, there’s times where (Y/N) decides that she wants to temporarily be the dominant one within the relationship, Odessa isn’t one to turn down a request such as that. There’s no denying that she definitely looked forward to those moments of being the bottom, having to decide whenever that burning sensation within Odessa’s lungs becomes more prominent whether to take the chance to pull her head back to catch her breath or continue to drag her tongue throughout the folds of (Y/N)’s delicious, plump pussy as (Y/N) vigorously grinds her cunt against Odessa’s face.

Or whenever the two women proceed to take things behind the closed doors of Odessa’s bedroom, which ultimately (Y/N)’s finally glad to be out of sight from the public for this intimate moment at least, it becomes something of a competition between the two. (Y/N)’s fingernails partially dig into the flesh of Odessa’s thighs, yanking the woman’s body to move closer to her own, enclosing the distance between their cunts, before beginning to roll her hips and grind her cunt vigorously. She eventually manages to position herself to be on top of Odessa, pinning her into the mattress, aggressively rubbing their swollen clits against each other. Bringing each other to be swallowed up by the grasps of euphoria as they reach their unraveling orgasms. Yet, just because they reach a mere one orgasm from their tribbing doesn’t mean that their little session of intimacy is finished. Oh, no. (Y/N) will allow herself to come down from the high ever so slightly, moreso just to catch her breath for a moment, before she goes back to vigorously grinding herself against Odessa, enjoying how she lets out a strained moan slip from lips all while her body tenses up from lack of time to recover. (Y/N)’s already come to terms that she’s not going to stop until she can bring Odessa to squirt all over the both of them.

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Scenario where reader tries anal for the first time with Roadhog?

"Easy There, Little Piggy~"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Roadhog ("Mako Rutledge") x Gender Neutral! Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: MDNI, Gender Neutral! Reader, Mandatory Foreplay, Spanking, Finger Penetration, Anal Fingering, Unmentioned Size Insertion Kink From Roadhog, "Little Piggy" Nickname Usage By Roadhog- Reader Is An Adult Though, Mention Of Safeword, Praise- Roadhog Giving/Reader Receiving, Verbal Teasing, Orgasm Denial By Roadhog.

Word Count: 679 Words

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There’s definitely no bounding straight into something such as anal when it comes to having a partner that has the physique such as Mako’s. He’s literally the definition of a big man, and that’s speaking in every portion, including the size of his cock. There’s no doubt that if he was to jump straight into sex without his partner being prepped, especially with his size, it would most likely be a trip to the nearest hospital for his partner. Therefore, foreplay happens to be an absolute must. He’ll begin by just placing his hand amongst (Y/N)’s ass, mostly just rubbing it to give the sensation of something being close, but occasionally giving a gentle slap while chuckling. Eventually he’ll begin slipping his hand underneath their undergarments to slip a finger or two between their ass cheeks, and then eventually begins to prod them with the tip of his finger.

Even after the time spent doing foreplay, there’s still some preparation that is taken before jumping into the main event. He’ll begins with just one finger, slowly pumping it in and out within (Y/N)’s ass, occasionally picking up the pace just slightly, all while making sure to brush against that certain spot within them, soft chuckles leaving from Mako all while soft sighs and groans escape from (Y/N)’s lips. One finger would eventually become two fingers, and then two fingers would eventually become three fingers. Three long, thick fingers. All three of them simultaneously pump in and out of his partner, Mako watching as their face would contort from the pleasure or even how their legs would immensely tremble from his fingers brushing against that special spot within them, all while letting out a soft whine and pushing their hips back to relish within the feelings even more.

He could only describe the action that was taking place as a mesmerizing work of art, a mesmerizing work of art that he would never find himself getting tired of. They definitely didn’t necessarily need the immense amount of lube for this particular activity, but Mako definitely wasn’t regretting his choice in the usage amount. He was absolutely loving the glistening effect of the light hitting just right whenever (Y/N)’s ass would jiggle at even just the simplest and slowest of thrusts of his hips. “Are you doing well down there, my little piggy?~ I’m not causing you any pain or discomfort, am I?~” Of course, (Y/N)’s comfortability and safety was his first priority, Mako knew quite well that he had to be careful or that (Y/N) could end up getting hurt. “You remember your safeword, don’t you?~” It’s then that he gives a gentle slap to the ass, but instead of being met with some sort of actual response, (Y/N) proceeds to give a frantic nod while a soft whine escapes past their lips. 

“Such a good little piggy~ Taking my cock in your ass so fucking well~” That wet smacking sound echoing throughout the room around them as Mako’s pelvis briefly connects with (Y/N)’s ass at a quick pace, watching as his thick, enormous cock gets practically sucked in. How it becomes a tight squeeze that makes things even more pleasurable as (Y/N) purposely clenches down around his length. “Ya’ tryna keep me deep inside ya’, huh?~ Didn’t realize that you liked cock in your ass that much, (Y/N)~ Don’t worry, Daddy Pig will make sure to keep your ass stuffed whenever he can~” He’s close, he can feel it. Struggling to maintain control, but Mako doesn’t want this to end. “M-Mako!~” There’s a loud, frustrated whine that (Y/N) lets out, moving their head slightly to glance back at the big man, a pleading look within their eyes. A soft chuckle of amusement at (Y/N)’s desperateness as Mako takes a hold of his cock, slapping the tip of it against (Y/N)’s ass cheeks. “Now, now, little piggy~ We wouldn’t want this moment to end too quickly, would we now?~”

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Soldier with a transmasc s/o pls-

I need soldier comforting his partner over gender dysphoria and aggressively correcting people.

"I'll Make Sure That They Get It Right."

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Soldier: 76 ("Jack Morrison") x Transmasc! Reader

Rating: Lime [🟢] - (Equivalent to PG-13)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Transmasculine! Reader, Male Pronouns Used For Reader, Jack Isn't Necessarily Familiar With Transmasculinity - But He's Trying, Mentions Of Gender Dysphoria, Jack's Supportive Of Reader, Jack Accidentally Uses Wrong Pronouns, Jack Gets Agressive Whenever Correcting Others About Reader.

Word Count: 624 Words

Notes: Forgive me if any part of this, or even if all of it, happens to be incorrect or misinforming in any way, shape, or form. I'm not Trans myself, nor know of anyone who happens to be Trans, so I wrote this based on what I could find on the internet. Please let me know what I can do to correct it!

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“Transmasculine?” Jack can't state that he's familiar with the exact word or its definition. He's definitely aware that there are other gender identities, gender expressions, or both, besides cisgender, but it's not exactly a topic that he keeps himself up-to-date with when it comes to the terminology and information. Ultimately, it takes (Y/N) sitting Jack down and explaining transmasculine for him to be able to wrap his mind around this new information. “It sounds quite.. simple.. to understand?” It still might take him some time to completely come to understand, as besides his partner explaining it to him Jack then takes it upon himself to do some more research on it, but he's trying! He's realizing that it's quite crucial that he's informed about this information, not only for the well-being of (Y/N), but for their success and well-being of their relationship as well.

While gender dysphoria is something else that’s also probably going to have to be explained to him, it’s definitely something that he could come up with ways to ease those thoughts that make (Y/N) upset at times, or even have days of being upset. Maybe trying on some of Jack’s clothes would help? Or even going and buying a wardrobe of clothes that would enhance (Y/N)’s masculine features? “Lookin’ handsome as always, love.” Are you needing assistance with chest binding perhaps? Don’t worry, Jack is definitely your guy. Well, it’ll probably take him a couple of times of hands-on experience before he manages to get the hang of it. “Which one would you prefer this time? Would you prefer the kinetic tape? Or just the actual binder?” He’s also on top of consistently asking if (Y/N)’s comfortable and if there’s any health concerns from using the binders. “Are you able to breathe well? Would you like me to tighten or loosen it? ..It’s not irritating your skin is it? If so, we could look into getting you some of this moisturizing cream that I typically use..” Jack would also be completely fine with (Y/N) using some of his products that have that masculine fragrance if that makes him feel better as well.

There happens to be some times that Jack accidentally slips up and accidentally uses the wrong pronouns when it comes to talking to (Y/N) or even talking about (Y/N) to someone else. If it happens, he’ll apologize and correct himself, also making sure that (Y/N) is okay and explain that it wasn’t his intention to accidentally misgender or misidentify him. His voice will be soft and reassuring, making sure to bring (Y/N) into his arms and hold them close to him. Yet, if it was someone else that was someone else that ends up misgendering (Y/N).. If it happens to be someone that’s unaware that (Y/N) is transmasculine, then Jack would loudly clear his throat, tilting his head as he narrows his eyes through his visor, speaking loudly enough for everyone to hear. “If you’re NOT AWARE, (Y/N) typically goes by HE/HIM pronouns, but it’s best to ask just in case (Y/N) has decided differently for the time being.” Yet, if the person happens to be aware and is just being an asshole by purposely misgendering and misidentifying (Y/N), then expect Jack to get aggressive, He won’t hesitate to become physical, getting a tight grip upon their arms and roughly slamming them up against the wall, glaring intensely. “If you don’t quit your shit, I will make sure that as long as you’re amongst the ranks of Overwatch, I WILL make your life an absolute hell. Therefore, consider this your only warning to respect (Y/N)’s identity and pronouns.”

[acradelius]

Please can you do a junkerqueen X Male Reader maybe reader is a overwatch agent trying to recruit her and ends up getting into a fight with her that goes like this

"So, About That Recruiting Process, Eh?"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Junker Queen ("Odessa 'Dez' Stone") x Male! Reader

Rating: Lime [🟢] - (Equivalent to PG-13)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Reforming Overwatch Era, Recruiter! Reader, Male Pronouns Used For Reader, Mentions Of Various Other Characters, Reader Almost Gets Beheaded, Reader Gets Stepped On- Literally, Humor- Probably A Bit Dry, Reader Blatantly Tries To Flirt, Open Ending (?).

Word Count: 1,529 Words

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(Y/N) had to continuously keep pinching the flesh upon his arms to make sure that this indeed was now his reality, and not just some bizarre lucid dream that he was currently experiencing. It had begun with him assisting the legendary Reinhardt and some of his companions in destroying the command ship that was wreaking havoc to the city of Gothenburg. Now here he was as one of the handful of recruits for the secondary formation of Overwatch, being given a tour of the newest headquarters located within Malevento, Italy. It was an amazing experience so far! Getting to meet various former heroes such as Cassidy and Sojourn, and then newer members such as Lucio and D.Va. (Y/N) couldn’t wait to begin the trainings and then be able to go on missions, to begin coming up with concepts of his own costume, to be able to- 

‘Uh, (Y/N)?’ 

Oh, yeah. 

Turns out that it wasn’t all how (Y/N) had believed how things were going to go. 

‘You doing alright down there, luv? You’ve been quiet for these last couple of minutes?’ 

While it was quite obvious to him that he wasn’t going to be instantly thrown in missions that were dangerous or would end up in extreme circumstances, this was definitely not what (Y/N) was thinking when he was recruited for Overwatch. Instead of being sent on basic covert missions to help address future locations that the Null Sector would attempt to strike at next, it turns out that the former members of the Overwatch crew had decided that the perfect position for (Y/N) would be to venture out and go recruit other members of interest to increase their numbers. 

Yeah, you heard that right. 

(Y/N) (L/N), newest recruiter for Overwatch.

‘Uh, yeah.. Doin’ fine, Le- I, uh, mean.. Tracer.. Yeah, just finally getting around to the last person that’s on the list for this area that some of the others are interested in recruiting. 

“Let’s see, where we’re at on this damn thing..”

Mako Rutledge.. “Roadhog”.. 

Jamison Fawkes.. “Junkrat”.. 

Ah, there we are! Odessa “Dez” Stone.. Junker Queen..

‘Wait, Tracer? This.. wasteland.. Actually has a Queen? Like they have literal lines of royalty out in this dump?’ (Y/N) questions the woman over his comms, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he proceeds to reread the name and the context following a couple of times just to make sure that what he was seeing was actually correct. There’s absolutely no way that a place as.. chaotic and savage.. would have any sort of royalty, let alone the capacity to really understand how royalty and their systems work. At least there couldn’t be, right? 

‘It’s not what you would think when thinking of the term ‘royalty’, such how royalty is within other places. For example, the United Kingdom, where I’m from. Within Junkertown, the term royalty follows more- Well, it’s a bit complicated to explain. Let’s get this process done quickly so we can get you out of there before the locals start getting riled up with an outsider being in their presence.’ 

Tracer was definitely right, and (Y/N) couldn’t agree with her anymore than he already did. The faster that he could get this recruitment process done and over with, that’s if this “Junker Queen” agreed to be recruited, then the better that this whole situation would be. He could only hope that it wouldn’t be as hectic as dealing with that “Roadhog” and “Junkrat” duo. 

It’s not like there was a possibility that this trip could become even weirder than it already has been.

..Right? 

“Hold on,” Apparently there was a bodyguard that (Y/N) had to address his intentions to, and apparently be deemed worthy by the bodyguard, before being able to approach the Junker Queen. “So, you’re telling me that you’re the Queen’s bodyguard?” 

A hamster. 

A hamster that’s in a mechanical ball. 

A hamster that’s in a mechanical ball, that speaks apparently, is the Queen’s bodyguard. 

“Affirmative.” 

It’s then that there’s a somewhat awkward moment of silence, moreso from (Y/N)’s side than the hamster that has informed the man to address him as “Hammond”, as they stand there and just stare at each other. (Y/N) then proceeds to hold out the list of individuals for recruitment. “Uh, so I’m (Y/N), one of the newer members and now the recruiter for Overwatch, or at least this reformation of it, and your.. Queen.. happens to be upon the list.. So, would I be able to meet her? To discuss the possibility that she might be interested in joining?” He could only think about what Tracer’s thoughts might possibly be as she was also watching through the cameras that were located within the hall that Winston had managed to infiltrate, and ultimately (Y/N) wouldn’t be surprised if she was to tell him that his next task was to attempt to recruit the damn hamster as well. 

“Right this way.” 

There’s something similar to an eerie silence that begins to overcome the environment as (Y/N) proceeds to follow Hammond down the hallway to where apparently the Queen’s throne was located, or at least what (Y/N) would hope to be the Queen’s throne and not some crazy death trap. Just a quick turn around to look behind him to ease the slight paranoia that had begun to work its way within the depths of his mind, but (Y/N) turns back around to find out that he’s apparently lost sight of Hammond. ..Somehow.. But at this point it doesn’t necessarily matter. Back to the original purpose of being here, recruiting the Queen. 

“Uh, hello?” He calls out into the open, the sound of his voice echoing off the metal walls, but not being met with any response whatsoever. Just the creaking and groaning of machinery within the background. “Hello?” (Y/N) calls out once again for safe measure, for maybe he wasn’t heard in the first place- “What the hell?!” A slight shriek leaves past his lips as there’s a sudden blur that whips past his face, the breeze from the encounter causing his hair to become disheveled. He doesn’t necessarily get even a moment to process and figure out what the thing was that had flown past him and imbedded itself into the wall behind him - object, person, whatever it happens to be, before he’s having to quickly throw himself back to avoid having his face sliced off from the ax that has seemed to materialize out of thin air and just inches away from his face. “H-Holy shit!” 

‘(Y/N)! Look out!-’ 

Tracer’s voice, a panicked tone, could be heard through the comms not even a moment later, but it was already too late at that point to give a proper reaction, as (Y/N) could only focus on the brief pain that surged from what seemed to be the thick heel of a boot colliding with his chest, and then pain surging through him once again as his back collides harshly with the floor beneath him. 

Was this the end for him? 

How his life long dreams were now going to be short lived memories?

Yet, what he wasn’t expecting was to feel an immense pressure upon his face and practically be tasting a mixture of dirt and rubber. Moving his face proves to be fruitless as the pressure on his face increases. 

‘(Y/N)?! (Y/N)?! Are you okay?!’ 

“Oh, doing fine!-”

There wasn’t any doubt that she was definitely something of a taller woman. While she didn’t necessarily need those couple inches of wedge upon her boots to give her that extra height, it was definitely a mixture of not only intimidating but also attractive as well. (Y/N) couldn’t necessarily care about height, but that was more his personal preference. The various variants of blue within her hair, despite that he could see the brown color peeking out within her roots, yet it’s quite an eye-catcher as while typically the colors would contrast within the red of her eyes, yet, it just made her all that more beautiful. Don’t get (Y/N) started on the articles of her appearance either. From the metal studs that were embedded into the fabric of her clothing to the faded makeup to her eyes. It just enhanced it all. Tied everything together like it was a bow on a present. 

God, she was just absolutely beautiful. 

‘Are you sure that “doing fine” is the correct choice of words? You’re literally being crushed by the Junker Queen, (Y/N)!’

There’s some soft, muffled chuckle that makes way past (Y/N)’s lips at Tracer’s words, watching as Odessa proceeds to lean down to get a better glance of the man beneath her foot while a slight sneer begins to make its way to her own lips. “Well, Tracer, she’s kinda fine, if you happen to get what I mean~” He goes to lift his arm which briefly catches Odessa’s attention, slightly waving the clipboard that he somehow, miraculously still held onto. 

“So, gorgeous~ How about we get started on discussing you joining Overwatch?~”

[acradelius]

how about some angst with mother figure mercy + male reader who was experimented on by their own mother and and has teleporting powers they escapes and gets found by Overwatch and meecy becomes their mother figure and maybe a year or 2 later they're in a fight with talon and reader runs into their mother and panics they subconsciously teleport to mercy and keeps repeating "she's here" in terror so mercy has to calm them down

"SHE'S HERE! SHE'S HERE!"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Mother Figure! Mercy ("Angela Ziegler") + Male! Experiment! Reader

Rating: Lime [🟢] - (Equivalent to PG-13)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Non-Romantic Pairing, Mother Figure! Mercy, Experiment! Reader, Moira Is Reader Biological Mom For This Story, Moira Is A Shit Parent, Practically Abusive- If Not Just Abusive Moira, Reader Has Teleportation Abilities Due To Being Experimented On, Reader Has Panic/Anxiety Attack Seeing Moira, Comfort And Reassurance, Mercy Refers To Reader As "Son".

Word Count: 1,160 Words

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While every child deserves to have a parent, not every parent deserves to have a child. Parents are supposed to be there to care and nurture for their child, to show them the beauty and positivity of the world around them, encouraging them to make a better change for the world when they become older. Yet, unfortunately, not every child is blessed with parents like that. There are some children who have parents who were created from the hands of evil itself, (Y/N)’s mother, Moira O’Deorain, being a prime example of it. From the earliest memories that (Y/N) could recall, it was always being within the laboratory of his mother. It wasn’t her trying to necessarily teach him the proper way to write a research essay or an attempt to get him interested in her own line of work, someone else to continue on her life research. (Y/N) could only remember that he was at the receiving end of Moira’s work and research. How his body constantly aches and was sore from being consistently prodded and poked by various needles, the strenuous tasks and challenges to (Y/N) was forced to complete in order to test his more physical attributes, how the only praise that he would receive from his mother was when research was progressed or made in the way that she was expecting.

(Y/N) couldn’t necessarily recall, not that he really wanted to remember honestly, what was the breaking point of his decision to defy his mother and everything that he had known, to escape and hopefully leave Talon behind, once and for all. It’ll take some time to come up with a decent plan, and it will take patience as well to make sure that it goes well, especially since (Y/N) discovering his newfound ability of teleportation. Eventually he comes to find that his ability to remain patient has finally been given a reward, waking up to the chaos of the safe house that (Y/N) had been temporarily placed in by his mother being raided by police officers. Taking the opportunity to use his abilities to escape, it’s only a matter of time before (Y/N) collapses, but manages to catch a glimpse of a couple of figures and their muffled voices before succumbing completely to the darkness and exhaustion that was overtaking him. 

Whenever awoken, (Y/N)’s senses are briefly assaulted by the environment around him. It takes him a moment to truly process and come to the realization of where he’s at. It’s something similar to his mother’s own laboratory, but it was more.. radiant.. more.. welcoming..? It was definitely quite the contrast as to what he was used to. Yet, what had taken him by surprise the most was the woman that was approaching him, and (Y/N) couldn’t find anything else to compare her to besides the physical embodiment of an angel. “Well, hello, there.” Even the softness of her voice was such a rare delicacy from what he was used to around Talon. “My apologies! My name is Angela, and I’m the doctor that will be attending to you for the time being.” Was this some sort of Heaven for (Y/N)? Had he somehow perished escaping from the safe house and this was the reward for dealing with all that he had suffered through? He wasn’t exactly sure at the moment, but only time would tell. 

Angela Ziegler, also known as “Mercy” by her companions. A peerless healer, a brilliant scientist, and a staunch advocate for peace. It didn’t take much for her persona to draw (Y/N) in, and it didn't take much longer for him to become attached to her. She’s quite gentle, quite nice. She makes sure to check up on him and ask him how he’s doing. It’s.. comforting.. It’s.. everything that he could’ve asked for from someone. Everything that he’s ever wanted.. Especially from his own mother. This is how mother’s are actually supposed to be, right? Eventually spending days with Angela turns into weeks, and those weeks turn into months, and now, it was now an on-going two years since (Y/N) had met Angela. He could always be found tailing her around, a sincere smile on his face as she took care of him, properly nurturing and supporting him. Giving him a chance to live some aspect of life like a normal person. Well, as normal as it can be when you’ve got teleportation abilities and your adoptive mom is a part of Overwatch. Yet, it’s definitely way better than it was with his biological mother and the rest of Talon.

Who would’ve ever thought that after all this time of not seeing his biological mother, that just the mere sight of her would cause so much fear and anxiety to quickly rise within (Y/N). When did everything begin to become so surreal? When did his throat start to tighten? When did the impending sense of doom begin to rise within him like someone in the process of vomiting? He couldn’t do this alone, he was definitely sure about it. He needed to locate her, to find her, to seek out the comfort and reassurance that she could provide to him. After what seemed like the longest couple of minutes within his life, (Y/N) had managed to track her down. Angela, Mercy, his Mom. “S-She’s here! She’s here!” The words escape past his lips as frantic, hysterical whispers as his hands grip into Angela’s outfit while looking up at her with a petrified look upon his face. 

There’s some slight momentary confusion that overcomes Angela at the sudden nervous franticness that (Y/N) is exhibiting, glancing back and forth between him and the others amongst the mission that were also taking note of his behavior. It’s after a brief moment that the realization of what (Y/N)’s panicking about comes to Angela. Moira. She must be here, and he must’ve seen her. She’s quick to lower herself down to maintain eye contact with (Y/N), wiping away the tears that were profusely cascading down his cheeks. “Now, now.. Listen closely, (Y/N).” It doesn’t take long to go through the same procedure to begin calming (Y/N) down from his anxious episode, a procedure that Angela has led him through a handful of times before. “Close your eyes and take some deep breaths.. We’ve done this before; you know how this goes. Alright?” Five things that can be seen. Four things that can be touched. Three things that can be heard. Two things that can be smelled. One thing that can be tasted. Angela’s eyes furrow slightly as she glances around the chaos of the battlefield while her hands are still resting in a comforting sense on (Y/N)’s shoulders. Her eyes harden with determination, and she glances down at (Y/N). “Don’t you worry, my son. I won’t let her have you.”

[acradelius]

So can you please do young justice miss martian and Artemis (seperate) X GN Reader who's Lobo's kid who's a hero and when Lobo finds out Reader is dating he kidnaps them and leaves a note on where to find him and he does the parent interrogation on them and he approves of them in the end and releases them

"Sorry, Apparently My Dad's Overprotective."

Fandom: Young Justice

Pairings: Artemis Crock x Gender Neutral! Reader, Miss Martian ("M'Gann M'orzz") x Gender Neutral! Reader

Rating: Lime [🟢] - (Equivalent to PG-13)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: General Neutral! Reader, They/Them Pronouns For Reader, Alien x Alien Relationship, Alien x Human Relationship, Unmentioned - Reader Is An Adult, Reader Technically A "Good Guy" Despite Loba's History, Fake Kidnapping, Parent Interrogation, "Good Intentions" Interrogations, Loba Threatening Reader's Partner As A "Parental Warning".

Word Count: 1,353 Words

Notes: It's been quite some time since I've actually watched Young Justice again, so these characters are probably OOC. My apologies.

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There wasn’t no doubt that “The Main Man” was nothing less than a ruthless alien bounty hunter. How he would happily oblige when told by those who hired him for his missions to “put on a show for the locals”, recklessly making his way through anything that happens to stand in his way, completing his missions with maybe just some scratches. An indestructible killing machine with absolutely no weakness, at least without being dismembered, but even then that doesn’t do much but buy people maybe a couple of months without his presence. Yet, there was one thing that he considered to be his weakness, not that he would just openly state what it was to everyone he came across but it was his own child, his own offspring: (Y/N).

Whenever the conversation had come about and (Y/N) had expressed their interest about wanting to stay upon Earth for the time being, despite being hesitant about the decision, Lobo had agreed. Upon discovering during one of his own bounties that his child had joined what was known as “The Team”, which was a group of young superheroes that were assigned to undertake covert missions on behalf of the Justice League, he was also hesitant about their decision, but decided to support them either way and they exchanged a nod of acknowledgement and understanding. (Y/N) was beginning to finally grow into their own individual as they departed from their father’s side and began to make their own decisions and choices, to finally forge their own path in life. Lobo couldn’t say anything else besides that he was proud and ultimately excited to see where (Y/N)’s choices would take them in life. Yet, that was until Lobo had discovered that they were in a relationship with another member of the team, and those paternal instincts within him knew that he had to take action.

Artemis Crock:

They had been planning this date for ages now, probably a couple of weeks to a month now. A chance for the both of them to get away from the busy things that kept them occupied within life. For (Y/N) to be able to take a breather from taking on countless missions with the Team, while Artemis would be able to take a break from grading countless literature essays from her teaching classes at Royal University. Yet, when it’s now about thirty minutes past the time that they were supposed to meet up and no communication from (Y/N) stating that they were going to be late, Artemis is becoming slightly worried and slightly on edge. Are they okay? Did something happen to them? It was only some of her answers being resolved once she had made it to (Y/N)’s place of residence and finding the piece of paper left by Lobo stating a location for Artemis to meet him at.

Upon reaching the destination from the note, Artemis is firsthand met with a seemingly pouting (Y/N). Arms crossed while slight annoyance had overtaken their features, that was until they had caught sight of Artemis. “State your business with my child, human.” Lobo’s voice overcomes any other noises in the area, his dark red eyes piercing into Artemis, muscular arms crossed over his chest in an attempt to make himself more menacing. Artemis raises a slight eyebrow in confusion before leaning over slightly to glance over at (Y/N), who has slowly made their way closer to both Artemis and Lobo. “He means that he wants to know your intentions of being with me, revolving around our relationship.” Artemis is almost insulted at hearing that Lobo is questioning Artemis’s intentions with being in a relationship with (Y/N), sort of speaking, and her hands immediately go to land on her hips.

It’s something like an intense staredown between their partner and their father, something similar to those showdown scenes within those old wild west films. (Y/N)’s waiting patiently, seeing who would be the first one to break between the both of them. “You don’t believe that I have what it takes to love (Y/N)? To be able to make sure that they’re happy and taken care of while you go galavanting along throughout the galaxy?” Upon hearing Artemis’s remark in response to him questioning her intentions with (Y/N), Lobo’s eyes widened in not only surprise, but amusement as well. “Well, quite the amusing one, aren’t you, human? ..but, straight-up, brutal honesty..” A soft chuckle leaves Lobo’s lips as he proceeds to turn back to glance at (Y/N), who has a flustered blush upon their face while they stand there almost nervously at what this outcome could be. “Oh, don’t you fret, little one. Your partner gets to live to see another day with you.. But, you make sure that you let me know if this puny human even lays a finger on you wrongly and I will crush them into a pulp.”

M’Gann M'orzz:

It was the actuality that they were both extraterrestrial individuals still adjusting to the quite numerous customs and cultures of that on Earth that had caused M’Gann and (Y/N) to have been brought together. (Y/N) having spent many days assisting M’Gann cook various goods or secretly watching reruns of that show she had based her original appearance on, M’Gann having spent many days watch as (Y/N) would vigorously train just to pass time or spending countless hours talking about the places that them and their father had visited during his bounties, leaving out the parts about how their father slaughtered countless lives. The similarities that the two individuals have grows into a close friendship, which soon results into a romantic relationship with one another. Overall, things were going quite well between M’Gann and (Y/N). Yet, with all good things there’s typically a bad thing that comes along with them. What was supposed to be a relaxing evening after return from a mission turns around to be a moment of panic as M’Gann comes upon the destruction of the headquarters of Mount Justice, and a note that had been left by Lobo stating M’Gann meet him at a location if she ever wanted to see (Y/N) again.

While she’s expecting a full blown retaliation and fight from Lobo, M’Gann is actually surprised to find that it’s just Lobo and (Y/N), and they are currently arguing with each other. She has to take a moment to process the scene in front of her before she starts giggling softly which captures the attention of the arguing duo. “Oh, M’Gann! Thank goodness you’re here! Can you tell me dad that we are perfectly fine and you’re not planning on probing me or sucking my brains out through a straw?” She couldn’t help but to begin busting out in laughter, knowing that (Y/N) must’ve been referencing those old, classic rumors about what extraterrestrials would do to humans after abducting them. Floating on over, she proceeds to take a gentle hold of (Y/N)’s hands, giving a sincere smile while glancing over at Lobo. “I can guarantee that us Martians don’t particularly participate in.. those peculiar rumors.

It doesn’t necessarily take much time to clear up the confusion and rumors from the conversations, Lobo explaining that he essentially had kidnapped his own offspring once finding out that they were in a relationship to figure out what M’Gann’s true intentions of being with (Y/N) were. “Don’t you worry, Sir.. I promise you that my intentions are pure and true, and that I’ll make sure to take care of them as they take care of me.” A moment of silence overcomes the three as they stand there, (Y/N) ultimately waiting for a response of approval, hopefully, or what would be another argument between father and child. “Fine then,” Lobo finally states, turning his head slightly to glance at (Y/N), giving a nod of approval. “I’ll accept that for now, but you hurt even one strand of hair on their head, and you’ll be hoping that I make it quick for you.”

[acradelius]

Can I request some 049 x female Reader headcanons where the Reader is pregnant with 049’s child?

"We're Expecting! Don't Tell The O5 Council!"

Fandom: Secure. Contain. Protect. (SCP)

Pairing: SCP-049 ("Doctor") x Female! Researcher! Reader

Rating: Lime [🟢] - (Equivalent to PG-13)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Human! Reader, Researcher! Reader, Human x SCP, Human x SCP Relationship, AFAB! Reader, Female Pronouns Used For Reader, Unexpected Pregnancy, Most Likely Post! Contaiment Breach, Slightly Overprotective Doctor, Very Involved Parental! Doctor, Internally "Paranoid"! Doctor, Limited "Normal" Pregnancy Customs.

Word Count: 873 Words

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There wasn’t much doubt that amongst the scale of ‘Definitely Not Human-Like’ to ‘As Human As Could Possibly Be, But Still Not Actually Human’, Doctor was more so teetering towards the edge of being more human-like than majority of the other S.C.P. beings that were also residing within the containment site, even still after the initial breach. That didn’t stop the researcher, (Y/N), from initiating a relationship with the Doctor, and eventually it became as intimate as it possibly could have. Despite that intimacy, there wasn’t necessarily ever a thought that a pregnancy between Doctor and (Y/N) could possibly happen, at least until viewing the results of the pregnancy tests that (Y/N) had taken. While there was some initial anxiety when it came to telling Doctor, he was actually pretty excited about the news! 

While within the early stages of their relationship Doctor had respected (Y/N)’s boundaries for space and privacy, now that she’s carrying their child, there’s not really such a thing as space and privacy anymore. (Y/N) couldn’t even make the five steps from Doctor’s desk to the bathroom within his laboratory without him jumping up to assist her. “Are you doing well, Chère? Do you need any assistance? Is there anything concerning the baby?” With that being said, the security around the laboratory is increased as well. There’s also more reanimated subjects that are placed around the laboratory, and even the most common places that (Y/N) typically ventures to and from, for an extra form of protection. It had gotten to the point that Doctor had to venture through the site looking for something, but didn’t want to disturb (Y/N) from their nap, so he had one of the subjects lay in the bed with her for protection.

Doctor is absolutely involved with the baby, ever since the moment that (Y/N) had revealed to him that she was pregnant with his child. He would spend literal hours just reading out loud to her and the child, whether it be his own research papers, random magazine pages found strewn across hallway floors, or would even spend time reading the files based on his other S.C.P. companions. It’s the same thing when it comes to listening to music, even if it’s various languages that (Y/N)’s unfamiliar with or hasn’t even heard of before. Doctor swears that while he hasn’t had any children before, that he’s done his fair share of research when it comes to pregnancies and even early childhood education, though (Y/N) is a bit unsure since it’s been quite some time since Doctor has been within the general public, especially in today’s day and age. He claims that it’s critical, and a long term benefit, that a developing baby experiences these things.

This pregnancy is definitely something more than just a generic pregnancy for Doctor, but he’s not going to make that known to (Y/N) unless he absolutely has to. As stated above, he’s never had a child before, and hasn’t came across anyone else like himself, so he’s unaware of what to actually expect when it comes to someone like him having a child within someone such as her. He’s not just monitoring the basic and typical pregnancy symptoms and such when it comes to watching over his beloved and her pregnancy. Secretly, he’s also monitoring for any abnormalities, anything that could end up becoming alarming or dangerous for (Y/N) or the baby, and even both. He doesn’t want to lose either of them, and therefore he would rather be able to take the risk of doing this part of the monitoring in secret if that means making sure that (Y/N) and their baby is doing well. While he was alone for the majority of his life before she had come along, Doctor isn’t sure if he would be able to continue on if he was to lose her.

Whenever (Y/N)’s due date, or at least an estimate of when the due date would be, there’s only a certain few other S.C.P. beings that Doctor is comfortable with her being around, even if she’s interacted with them for quite some time before the initial breach. He doesn’t want to take any chances with something happening to (Y/N) or the baby, especially with how sporadic and violent some of them can be. He only wants those that he can absolutely trust to be around them, at least at first, those that he knows will also do their best to make sure that things are going smoothly and stress-free. (Y/N) mentioned how this was slightly unfair once and therefore (Y/N) was only allowed to interact with who he didn’t deem safe enough through the intercom to his laboratory, or writing to each other with erasable markers on the window. This even means creating a whole different room or section of the site that Doctor’s located within to treat his “patients”, as he wants to make sure that the environment is going to be safe and sterile, or as sterile as it can be, for a safe, healthy delivery of his beloved little baby to be.

[acradelius]

hi! could you do a dom, giving moira and sub, receiving fem reader? i love how you write her :) maybe some action in her office/lab with a strap too ? tysm!

"Let's See How Well You Handle This One, Coinín~"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Moira O'Deorain x Female! Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] - (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: MDNI, Implied Non-Established/Possibly "Secretive" Relationship, Scientist / Scientist Assistance Relationship, Female x Female Relationship, Female Pronouns For Reader, Dominant! Female x Submissive! Female, "Mean, Punishing"! Moira, Possessive! Moira If You Squint, Strap-on Usage - Giving! Moira/Receiving! Reader, Clit Teasing, Nipple Play, Silicone P in V, Orgasm, Teasing With Cock-warming.

Word Count: 768 Words

Notes: This piece is technically considered to be a sequel part to this piece: "Quite The Punishment, Isn't It?"

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Those neat stacks of paper of research from the laboratory assistants that had taken quite some time to go through and essentially grade were now a disheveled mess amongst the floor, yet, Moira didn’t necessarily care for that at this moment. Why would Moira need to worry about some feeble papers about research that she was probably already aware about when she has something better presented in front of her? Despite that she was completely flustered, her skin slightly flushed from the situation at hand, that (Y/N) still looked absolutely stunning laying bare naked on Moira’s desk, clothes tossed aside on the floor to be forgotten about for the time being. “You did such a job well done, my dear Coinín~ While I would state that I’m surprised that you made it through the presentation without completely losing yourself to the immense please, you’ve been alongside me for quite some time now, so possibly you’re growing familiar to the punishments that I put you through~”

Moira could essentially state anything that she wants in that moment, but (Y/N)’s too preoccupied with the sight in front of herself despite laying on the desk to actually give a response. Especially since it was finally there for (Y/N) to actually view, for her to actually get to touch and experience with, that special gift that Moira had been hinting at for the last couple of weeks now. A custom made strapon. Being seven inches in length and three inches in width, colored with swirls of a glittering gold and an enigmatic purple from the tip down to the base of the cock. How it’s snuggly strapped onto Moira’s hips to rest against her pelvic, and how it just naturally blends in with Moira’s persona and aesthetic. Even for a moment (Y/N) swears that she could even see the cock throbbing, but it could be the arousal that was overtaking her mind.

There’s a brief moment where she proceeds to close her eyes in a moment of pleasure that courses throughout her body as Moira teasingly brushes the tip of the silicone cock against (Y/N)’s clit, chuckling softly. “Such an easy one to tease, such an easy one to please, aren’t you my dear Coinín?~” Watching as (Y/N)’s thighs twitch, clenching together slightly whenever that brief overwhelming rush washes over her body. Moira’s fingers trailing across (Y/N)’s skin, leaving lingering trails of an arousing fire, stopping amongst the various imperfections upon her skin as moreso a sign of reassurance that Moira loved (Y/N)’s body no matter how it looked. Gentle pinching and pulling at her nipples until they begin to perk and harden. Such a beautiful canvas waiting to be made into something more personal by Moira herself~

“More, please, Moira!~ F-Fuck, feels so good!~” (Y/N) manages to speak the words in between relentless moans and desperate whines, all those noises leaving her due to Moira’s rough, fast paced thrusts. Moira doesn’t mind that her thrusting is causing the desk to scrape against the floor, creating a loud scratching noise to echo throughout the air and scuff up the floor, she’ll get that fixed later. How (Y/N)’s fingers are tightly gripping the sides of the desk so much that they’re turning white, a feeble attempt to keep herself positioned on the desk despite moving quotes often from the force. A shiver courses throughout (Y/N)’s body at the additional sensations of Moira entangling her fingers within (Y/N)’s hair and firmly giving a yank followed by her other hand harshly smacking (Y/N)’s ass, a grin forming on her lips as the handprint, begins to form bright red and slightly irritated. 

 “Fuck!-” It’s quick to overcome and cause haywire to all of (Y/N)’s senses, the intense orgasm that finally unravels within (Y/N). How her body begins to tremble against Moira’s while her cunt flutters and proceeds to clench and unclench around Moira’s cock. Closing her eyes, (Y/N) lays her head amongst the desk as shaky breaths make way from her lips, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. Only Moira knows how to give her pleasure beyond what she could imagine, and therefore, Moira is the only one that (Y/N) strives to be with, especially in moments as intimate as this one. “Such a job well done, (Y/N)~ Giving me excellent results as always~ Now, my dear Coinín, let’s see how long you can last keeping my cock warm while I grade the rest of these papers~”

[acradelius]

Good morning or Good evening ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ , can I request a Moira O'Deorain x Fem!Reader? , where the reader is kidnapped and violent things happen but she comes to our rescue so brave and concerned? thank yoooooouuuu ♡♡♡♡♡

"I'm Here Now, Coinín"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Moira O'Deorain x Gender Neutral! Reader

Rating: Lime [🟢] - (Equivalent to PG-13)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Established Relationship, Female x Gender Neutral! Reader, They/Them Pronouns For Reader, "Lost Puppy/Blind Follower"! Reader If You Squint, Kidnapping, Mention of Interrogation, Mention of Pharmacological Interrogation/Torture/Methods, Forced Drug Usage, Mentions Of Broken Bones, Mention Of Deprivation Of Senses, Mentions Of Waterboarding, Caring/Gentle! Moira, Slight Praise.

Word Count: 951 Words

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Whether it would be traversing throughout the nine layers of Hell itself or going on what is hoped to be a simplistic shopping trip to the local farmer’s market, they could be found directly by her side. It could be labeled as a suicide mission with a ninety-nine percent chance of not making it back alive or sitting next to each other on the couch in the laboratory office, they could still be found directly by her side. It was quite obvious that it didn't matter the location or the situation, (Y/N) could always be found directly by Moira’s side. Therefore, when Moira had left the disappointment that she called Overwatch, (Y/N) uprooted themselves and followed her into the hands of Talon without any questions or hesitations.

Yet, being a part of Talon’s inner council meant that there were some things that had to be discussed or dealt with where only Moira could attend, having to leave (Y/N) alone for the night to entertain themselves until Moira was to get back. “The less people that are aware of the situation, the less danger that you will be in, my Coinín,” Moira would respond when having been asked by (Y/N) why they couldn’t attend as well. Typically that would mean that they would have to entertain themselves within the comforts of one of the many safehouses that Talon occupied, but (Y/N) was feeling more adventurous, deciding to spend the night exploring the city. Unfortunately, the night didn’t end as (Y/N) would’ve expected, and ended up getting captured by some former Overwatch operators to be interrogated for information about Talon and their next plans of operation.

How long has it been since that night? How long has it been since (Y/N) had been snatched away from their late night stroll around the city to pass the time until Moira was to come back home? These Overwatch operators, some of them being former coworkers and former companions, refused to tell (Y/N). It didn’t help that the interrogation and the increasingly violent methods that they were using in an attempt to extract information was making it seem as if time was going by ever so slowly, but that was also a part of the methods as well. Each different person brought in to interrogate (Y/N) had various methods to use, some more dangerous and risky than the others, but they all knew that they couldn’t just outright kill (Y/N) as a final tactic.

Using pharmacological torture upon them and trying to pry information while (Y/N)’s in a drugged out haze, breaking bones varying from fingers and toes to an arm and a leg, trying to deprive them of their senses to where they could only focus on the darkness and the pain but forcing (Y/N) to stay awake to endure it all. Now they are attempting to force (Y/N) to submit and give them the information that they’re seeking through waterboarding, listening as the former member coughs out and gasps for air through the drenched cloth on their face. While there’s an expectation of that extremely cold water to attempt to suffocate them once again, that expectation never comes. There’s some slight confusion, a slight jolt from (Y/N) as there’s fingers frantically brushing across their skin, beginning to pull at the binds that hold them down to the chair and the items that were used to deprive (Y/N) of their senses.

It takes some moments for some stability to come to (Y/N) from being disoriented by the sudden rush of their senses coming back to them, grunting slightly while scrunching their eyes closed at the blinding light that surrounds them. There’s a voice, a voice that’s recognizable but between the blaring alarms, the undeniable sounds of fighting taking place within the background, it’s hard to make out what exactly is being said. “..M-Moira..?” Moia’s name slips past (Y/N)’s lips in a soft whisper while lifting their head in order to look at the person, and being confirmed that’s exactly who it was. “Don’t you worry, little Coinín. I’ll be taking you back home, making sure that you get the best treatment.” Typically being calm outwardly, it doesn’t take much for (Y/N) to know that internally Moira’s panicking, concerned about the amount of damage that’s been done, but she continues to hold her head up high and deal with the occasional enemy that crosses her path as she proceeds to carry (Y/N) to the dropship for evacuation.

“..Are you absolutely sure that you’re not in need of anything to eat or drink? Maybe even just a couple more pain killers to dull the pain some more?” Moira questions her injured partner within her arms once they make it into the dropship and settle into some seats. Despite that there’s the fabrication of giving life and taking life at Moira’s hands, their gentle as they caress (Y/N)’s cheeks, gentle brushing across their skin to access damages, Moira healing what she can of (Y/N)’s body at that moment. There’s a smile upon (Y/N)’s lips as they shake their head in response to Moira’s question, struggling to keep their eyes open due to the physical and mental exhaustion they were dealing with. “You’re doing well, you know that? Doing so well, I’m so proud of you for holding out as long as you did despite what they’ve done to you.” There’s a smile that graces Moira’s lips, a rare occurrence, before she leans down and places a gentle kiss upon (Y/N)’s forehead, running her fingers through their hair. “ Now, rest.”

[acradelius]

nsfw dom moira x sub female reader? Pls :3♡?

"Quite The Punishment, Isn't It?"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Moira O'Deorain x Female! Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)

Warnings / Mention Ofs: MDNI, Implied Non-Established/Possibly "Secretive" Relationship, Scientist / Scientist Assistance Relationship, Female x Female Relationship, Female Pronouns For Reader, Dominant! Female x Submissive! Female, "Mean, Punishing"! Moira, Collective Punishment (?), Possessive! Moira If You Squint, Vibrator Usage - Reader Receiving, Exhibitionism, Public Embarrassment, Public Orgasm, Open Ending.

Word Count: 1,054 Words

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Moira was using this as a punishment, needless to state. It was a punishment for (Y/N) apparently allowing one of Moira’s newest laboratory assistants to blatantly flirt around with her. Despite that (Y/N) had attempted to explain to Moira that she had no romantic feelings towards or romantic intentions to pursue with the assistant, how all those flirtatious comments were brushed aside by (Y/N) or that she had changed the conversations to something else completely different, Moira wasn’t fixing to budge on deciding that her favorite, beloved assistant needed to be punished. “You should have come to me immediately the first time it had happened and informed me of the situation,” Moira would only state as a response before reaching down into a “special” drawer within her desk to present (Y/N) with a box that would be concluded in her punishment: remote controlled vibrating panties.

The secondary segment of the punishment was definitely something more drastic than what was typically expected from a usual punishment that Moira would inflict upon (Y/N), but it seems that Moira wanted to get her point across. It wasn’t just to get the point that (Y/N) belongs solely to Moira, it was to also get the point across to all the other laboratory assistants that had to attend the “special, mandatory presentation that (Y/N) had been assigned to present”. It was a presentation about the topic of the how through trial and error of splicing DNA of a human being and some species of certain creatures such- it was about fifteen minutes into the presentation whenever (Y/N) could briefly feel the faint vibrations against her cunt, causing her to shift herself awkwardly against the stadium, immediately causing her to momentarily pause from her ongoing statement. How (Y/N)’s attention is momentarily moved to Moira’s figure standing at the back of the presentation room, a smirk playing on her lips and while one hand was promptly rested upon her hip, the other one was clenched into a fist while her thumb was moving around frequently.

“One of the various attributes that the axolotls possess as to why they are included within this presentation is their ability to regenerate their limbs, especially that they can do this with no signs of trauma- nngh, ahh!~” An quick and intense vibration is enough to cause a crude groan to escape past (Y/N)’s lips, echoing throughout the room due to the performance microphone she was wearing, and despite standing behind the podium it was quite obvious that she was pressing her thighs tightly together while bending over slightly. Despite the vulgar scene that was taking place in front of them, there wasn’t a single soul that would dare question as to why they were being made to witness this act that was obviously on the scale of being an intimate act and that typically was kept behind closed doors, but no one dared to actually make their question known in fear of having to deal with being reprimanded and punished by Moira herself. Spend some minutes watching as (Y/N) would continue on with her presentation, then watch as she would quite easily fail at attempting to remain stable from the relentless vibrations that were attacking her cunt and other causing sensations of edging and arousal to surge throughout her body, be given a moment to gather herself and continue on with the presentation, then repeat.

“Moira, please- ahh!~” (Y/N)’s trembling voice echoes throughout the room from the speakers, having a desperate tone of not only arousal, but a pleading and apologizing tone as well. At this point she’s not able to maintain stability as she’s using the podium to keep herself from collapsing onto the floor in an aroused mess, hands gripping so tightly onto the sides of the podium that her knuckles are white. Despite that her thighs are tightly pressed together in an attempt to disrupt the vibrations that were relentlessly attacking her clit, there was really no way to fight against it when Moira’s the hand at the control, finding amusement at how quickly (Y/N) was unraveling, especially in the presence of all of their fellow laboratory assistants. How those lust lidded eyes of (Y/N)’s are following Moira’s every move as she makes way from her spot within the back of the room to approach the podium, a soft chuckle leaving her lips.

She’s not exactly for sure whether it happens to be the laboratory assistants watching as she’s slowly giving way to the embraces of euphoria and pleasure, or if it happens to be that Moira has the vibrator set to maximum efficiency on all aspects to where (Y/N) hasn’t had the opportunity to settle herself down and focus on the presentation at hand. It’s within the next couple of moments that the first orgasm proceeds to cause (Y/N) to lose her tight grip upon the sides of the podium and she falls to her knees upon the floor, “F-Fuck!~ I’m cumming, cumming!~” Almost immediately does the vibrations finally come to a stop, giving (Y/N) a brief moment to be able to catch her breath while her body trembles throughout the waves of the orgasm. “M-Moira,” She states the woman’s name as a plea to end the punishment as (Y/N), and for sure alongside everyone else, has learned their lessons, yet there’s only a chuckle of amusement in response that comes from Moira.

Moira’s fingernails brush gently across flushed cheeks until the make way to their destination of (Y/N)’s chin, forming into a firm grip and proceeding to lift her head to make and maintain eye contact, “Oh, my dear, sweet (Y/N)~ You’ve done quite well, but you aren’t finished with your presentation yet~” Another devious chuckle that comes from Moira before she glances towards the projection screen behind them as a smirk begins to form upon her lips. “As a matter of fact, you still have twenty-seven slides left before you’re punishment is over~” And as if to prove point even further there’s a moment of anticipation before Moira’s thumb flicks over the control buttons, turning on the vibrator within (Y/N)’s panties once again.

[acradelius]

Can you write a junkerqueen X Male Reader smut with Reader being shorter than her and she likes carrying him and she gives him a blowjob and she's holding him up her hands around his waist his legs over her shoulder and his up against the wall

"The Weight Of A Blowjob Upon Her Shoulders"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Odessa "Dez" Stone ("Junker Queen") x Male! Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] - (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mentions Of: MDNI, Implied Pre-Established Relationship, Female x Male Relationship, Shorter! Reader, Male Pronouns For Reader, Reverse Shoulder Riding Position, Blowjob - Male Receiving, Female Giving, Exhibitionism, Implied Cum Swallowing.

Word Count: 752 Words

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Whenever there happens to be a newly crowned head to a kingdom, there are bound to be some changes made that the townspeople would find surprising. There had been times where the previous leader, Mason Howl, had spent some time traversing throughout the streets of Junkertown, so why would it be any different that the new leader, Odessa “Dez” Stone, does the same thing? It totally couldn’t be that she traverses through the streets of Junkertown with a short man on her shoulders. It was definitely surprising the first couple of times that the townspeople had witnessed the event. The merchants would watch as the Queen would saunter throughout the bustling streets to allow the shorter man upon her shoulders to gaze upon the wares that were being brought in, stopping whenever she or the man saw something that took their interest. It was the typical routine that Odessa and (Y/N) would find themselves doing at least twice a week, but things had ended up quite differently from their usual routine this time.

(Y/N) can’t help but to allow Odessa to take the lead with this one, and he wouldn’t deny that he actually preferred whenever she took the lead with his life, especially with their more intimate moments. Having hoisted upon his shoulders with his crotch within her face, back pressed firmly against the wall behind him. He couldn’t help those desperate, obscene noises of pleasure that escaped past his lips. Those soft whines of pleasure that end up escaping past his lips and out into the open, causing Odessa to have to firmly press her hand across (Y/N)’s mouth not to attract any unwanted attention during their risky moment of pleasure in public. Or those practically incoherent mumbles of praise that fill Odessa’s ears and cause her to let out a soft, muffled moan of her own due to having (Y/N)’s cock in her mouth, which adds even more pleasure to the situation. “Nngh!~ O-Oh, fuck!~”

Oh, how she applies a firm pressure around his length with her teeth as she proceeds to bob her head to take his cock deep within her throat, and then surprising him with switching things up by flattening her tongue to create more space to begin partially taking him down her throat. While he had originally planned to question Odessa of her lack of a gag reflex, (Y/N)’s only given response from her was a playful wink as she once again attempts to take his cock deep within her throat. It was almost enough to make him cum right then and there, but he felt that he had to hold on just a little bit longer, to be able to elongate the moment longer to burn it into his memory for later purposes.

While those might have been (Y/N)’s thoughts and intentions for the remainder of the intimate moment, it seems that Odessa’s thoughts were a little bit different. Enjoying those sultry sounds that slip from her lover’s lips, how his body squirms against hers no matter how tightly she has a hold on him, how firmly she has him pressed up against the wall. He couldn’t even began to describe the sensation that was arising within him as she began to increase the pace of her bobbing her head against his length, hollowing her mouth to create more of a suction, and continuing to moan around him, all while those piercing eyes of eyes stared directly right into his own.

Attempting to prevent himself from going over the edge and surrendering himself to his orgasm was becoming more and more difficult and eventually he couldn’t bring himself to hold back any longer. Not whenever Odessa was causing him to feel this good. He couldn’t help but begin bucking his hips at a frantic pace, one of his hands beginning to entangle itself within the front tuft on her head, pulling her head as close as he could to his pelvis while attempting to frantically buck his hips despite being in the slightly awkward position. “F-Fuck, Odessa~ Nngh, ‘bout to cum!~” It doesn’t take much more to be brought over the edge and into that plane of euphoria as his orgasm overcomes him. He can’t help the shiver that overtakes his body and senses.

“Fuck aye, love~” Odessa speaks up while licking her lips, a grin beginning to spread across her face. “So, what do you say ‘bout same time, same place tomorrow, ya?~"

[acradelius]

Updates

I'll be going ahead and posting the requests that I have done so far to clear up the inbox a little bit. I'm hoping that if there's less in the inbox that is uncompleted, I won't feel almost instantly overwhelmed with trying to complete them all and try to get them all out at once. This doesn't mean that requests are open again, at least not yet. After this little funk that I'm in I want to revamp things a little bit. Thanks for sticking around.

[acradelius]

Are you doing alright? You haven’t posted since last year so I thought of checking up on you❤️

I appreciate your concern about my wellbeing and taking the time to check up on me.

Overall, this last year has been quite the rollercoaster for those that I frequent with (mostly intermediate family that I'm quite active with and take up a LOT of my time currently) and myself, and ultimately things haven't been all that well. I'm mostly just trying to take things one day at a time, but even then, it's difficult to do so a lot of days.

As for posting I'm slowly getting through what's been in my inbox for the past year, some requests having been in there for quite a bit longer, and I truly apologize for everyone that has been waiting for so long. I've thought about posting what I've already got finished but I don't want to get other people's hopes up just in case things essentially get worse for myself (if they possibly can), but I'm trying to pull myself out of the funk even if it's just writing a couple sentences every day or such. Once again, I apologize for those who are still awaiting their request(s), and those that are still around I appreciate the support.

Once again, I appreciate you going out of your way to check up on me, (dead ass it's making a cry a little bit, happy tears though). 💙