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hi I liked your kiriko fic but it's not only AFAB people who have vaginas!!

hihi! firstly, im glad you liked the fic! and to respond to your point, this is honestly something ive been thinking about for a little while. ive recently been uncomfortable with my works being labeled as “primarily for afab readers” because ive realized that it really is up to the reader whether they’re uncomfortable with how the reader in my fics is written. and ive been trying to make that my responsibility.

after posting this, ill be getting rid of my “afab” label entirely on all my works. it isnt my place to really decide whether or not someone will be uncomfortable with my writing being intended for people with specific genetalia, and ive come to realize that. it’s never my intent to elicit dysphoria from anyone and i realize that i mightve done so with the improper label, so i will be fixing it.

thank you for the pointer! and i apologize if you yourself were made uncomfortable, along with anyone else.

[notmozzi]

A Healthy Distraction (Kiriko x Reader)

nsfw

Suffering with social anxiety, you find yourself unable to socialize at a college outing you’d been invited to by your friends. Luckily for you, Kiriko was allowed to tag along as your plus-one. And she has an idea or two for how to get your mind off things.

A/N: apologies in advance if the reader’s characterization here is a bit out of place for you. i wanted to make something a bit closer to home for myself and some friends when writing this. but otherwise, i hope you enjoy<3

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This punch is ass.

You thought with a furrow of your eyebrows, glaring down at the strangely off-colored beverage you sipped at idly. In your opposite hand was your phone, open to Instagram and randomly switching between other social media apps as you absentmindedly scrolled. The bitter aftertaste of your drink continued to make you cringe, but the way your heart raced, complimenting your headache, reminded you that there was a reason you were there in the first place.

You stood alone near the kitchen, leaning against the wall and watching people mingle from afar. You had been invited by some friends from college to a reunion. A party. A very large party. And while the event sounded relatively tame, it was anything but. Women laughed, hollered, jumped and shook their asses to whatever club music the guy in charge of the aux had blaring through the speakers, and the frattiest men imaginable came moseying along- grinding their hips against anyone that let them. And the sight of all of this brought more sickness to your stomach than the punch.

You just wanted to go home.

However, just as you returned to scrolling through your phone, a familiar and comforting voice brought you back to your senses.

“Y/N?” Your eyes lit up softly at the sight of your girlfriend, Kiriko Kamori, approaching while holding a solo cup in each hand. Concern laced her features. She slid past some other partogoers as she made her way up to you, giving you a better view of her casual, yet very nice outfit.

“I got you some water.”

Preparing to compliment her floral jacket, you silently thanked the taller woman by smiling at her warmly, curiously eyeing the cups as you stuffed your phone into your pocket and took one from her. “…How’d you know I wanted water?”

Kiriko leaned up against the same wall you had been up against, arms crossing over her white crop. Looking at you with an amused expression, her tone was almost accusatory, a subtle smirk on her face as she glanced down at your punch.

“You don’t like alcohol.”

Realization hit you like a truck, your now widened eyes shooting downwards to stare at the “punch” in your other hand. Frozen in place, you could only listen as Kiriko let out a flurry of giggles in response, and your face burned.

“I keep forgetting that you hardly go to parties.” Her tone was gentle but her amusement at your predicament was clear as day, making you nearly pout at her as she went on. “People enjoy adding alcohol to the kid-friendly drinks. And often times? It’s vodka.”

Vodka??? You nearly hurled right then and there, your throat burning and cheeks feeling prickly. Kiriko sighed, her grin more affectionate than taunting now.

“Aren’t you a partygoer?” You mumbled, a hint of snarkiness in your tone in retaliation to her laughter.

“Mhm,” Kiriko hummed, still smirking, “but I hardly drink, and when I do, you know it’s not vodka.”

…Fair enough.

“Seriously, though,” Kiriko went on, her expression growing soft, “you haven’t seemed…great, since we got here.” Her gaze shifted back towards the crowd as she leaned her back flat against the wall. “I know you don’t really like parties, but you still said you’d try.” Her voice was hushed as people began to pass, not closely enough to touch, but closely enough to potentially eavesdrop. “And I think you’re doing a great job, by the way.”

The praise made you blush, a soft smile fighting its way onto your lips. Kiriko was a natural charmer; it was a huge trait of hers that had initially drawn you in, and it still never ceased to fluster you.

“Thanks.” You finally managed, your “punch” tossed into a trashcan by now and your arms crossed as you sipped at the cold water Kiriko gifted you. It felt way better against your throat than the burning sensation of the alcoholic drink you’d mistakenly ingested moments before, and you sighed with relief.

“And, yeah, to be honest,” you went on, looking down, “I’m just not feeling it tonight. I don’t really wanna talk to anybody but you.”

Now was Kiriko’s turn to blush, and you found yourself smiling proudly at the silence that ensued.

“…I get it.” Kiriko eventually murmured, comfort lacing her words. “Anxiety’s a bitch, and tonight it nabbed you. It’ll be okay, Y/N.”

The way one of her hands reached up to comfort you through gentle, tender upper-back massages helped you relax, and your muscles sighed in relief as your nerves ebbed away. Your girlfriend stood close beside you, her presence keeping your mind at ease as you two people-watched for a few long, silent but comforting moments.

Kiriko, unbeknownst to you, glanced over at you from time to time during this, her soft brown gaze glistening with curiosity as she observed your stature. You were clearly not enjoying yourself, and staying here would only prove to worsen things even if she had chosen to stick around.

It became obvious to her that you both needed to find an excuse to leave. And she knew that it’d be hard, fighting all of your college and even highschool-long friends to convince them that they were busy at, what- 11pm at night, and therefore had to leave.

Not to mention, they were probably drunk. There was no convincing these guys when they were drunk.

Continuing to watch you, Kiriko remained silent, weighing out her options, when her little ideas began to shift in nature. Her eyes looked over you in your entirety- from your face, down your neck, all the way to your hips, and a vague, musing little smirk made itself onto her features. While you couldn’t see it, her expression read anything but tame ideas.

Her cheeks grew warm, and as her thoughts gradually grew more sensual than ethical, she opened her mouth to speak.

“Y/N…” Her tone was laced with something you quickly recognized as mirth, and you immediately side-eyed her with a suspicious look that read ‘what are you planning?’

“…we should leave.”

Oh? Maybe her idea wasn’t so ridiculous.

“Sure.” You were quick to agree, pushing yourself off the wall and already taking a sarcastically long stride past Kiriko and towards the main entrance of the house (which was a good walk away).

You were stopped, however, by a hand on one of your wrists. All too quickly, your vision went blurry for just a moment as you were pulled in closer by Kiriko’s strong arm, and the surprise at being moved so fast caused you to bump into her front.

She hardly budged, and the front of your bodies quickly ended up flush against one another. You blushed, habitually looking up to see Kiriko’s expression. Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed the crimson blush rising up her neck, her eyes dark.

“…I don’t think they’ll let us out that door.” Kiriko’s tone was almost mocking, but given the circumstances (being you having fallen into her), she was likely just teasing.

Whatever it was, it made you snap back childishly.

“Got a better plan, then?” You were by no means angry at your girlfriend, but you’d be damned if she continued to taunt you all night for being flustered everytime she did something that practically asked for you to get flustered.

She glanced down at you coyly, much to your confusion (though it made you blush, shocker), and she responded softly.

“Definitely.”

Having never let go of your wrist, she tugged again, this time more gently, and took a step backwards. You recognized this as her telling you to follow her.

You were unsure at first, but eventually realized that this was probably your best shot at getting out of this shitty party you’d been invited to.

Kiriko, her hand still around your wrist, damn-near dragged you up a set of spiral stairs, making sure to keep an eye out for familiar faces as she weaved through partygoers and dodged the waving elbows and hands of random dancers. Upstairs, things weren’t as chaotic, but you still felt immensely overwhelmed. Kiriko’s presence was the only thing anchoring you in.

Finally, Kiriko got to a room, far from the core of the party and definitely far from any exits. You were confused, and watched as Kiriko hurriedly opened the door and pulled you inside.

The door shut with a faint click and your wrist was let go. You immediately took in your surroundings, seeing that Kiriko had dragged you into one of the many bedrooms in the house, and you opened your mouth to question how she’d known exactly where this was.

But before you could even part your lips, you quickly found yourself being pinned to the very door you’d just entered through, two strong, slender arms planted at either side of your head and a chest pressed flush against yours.

You were stunned, but most of all, you were turned on, eyes locking with Kiriko’s as she stared down at you with an almost predatory expression. Her smirk was hardly hidden now, and it became increasingly obvious what her plan was right then and there.

“We can have our own party up here.” She playfully quipped, though her tone was suggestive as she looked you over with a coy set of eyes. “One with no dress code.”

You wanted to laugh at her ridiculous play on words, but were once again interrupted, this time, by a kiss. It was soft, a ‘warm-up’ Kiriko would’ve called it- and you hummed delightfully into her mouth at the contact. She pulled away quickly after, her expression still smug, and you noticed that her eyes were still lingering on your lips.

Kiriko wanted more, and you could tell. Eagerly, and without much thought, you brought both of your hands up and cupped her face, guiding her back down into a harder, hotter, more feverish kiss.

Kiriko immediately growled into your mouth and your stomach flipped, feeling her stand up to her full height as she brought her hands from the wall to hold onto your hips. She pulled you in, keeping your body flush against hers and ensuring that you were trapped between herself and the door.

Kiriko then deepened the kiss, tilting her head little ways and pressing her tongue against your bottom lip. You registered that she was asking for permission to go further, and you dutifully let your lips part, her tongue enthusiastically exploring your mouth. You couldn’t hold back a soft moan, almost a whimper, and the way her hands gripped your hips tighter at the sound told you just how much she enjoyed hearing you.

When air became a problem, you pulled away, breathing almost erratically as you stared up at your girlfriend with a flushed face. Kiriko’s expression was nothing short of eager now, and she was quick to pull you further into the room with an excited little grin on her face.

Clothes had never been an issue in terms of comfort between you two. Kiriko had always been the most patient, kind, comforting soul you’d been with and it didn’t take you long to feel comfortable stripping in front of her.

The vigilante often took this to her advantage when it came to sensuality, however, and tonight was one of these times.

“Strip.” She purred lowly into your ear before pulling away, going to sit patiently on the bed just a few feet ahead of you.

You quirked an eyebrow at her as she went, only slightly confused, but your face was burning up by the time Kiriko had emphasized her point, pulling her hoodie over her head in one fluid motion and tossing it to the floor.

Of course. She was now left in a crop. More specifically, your favorite of hers, one that dauned laces on the back and a large opening to reveal the majority of her back. Either she’d planned this, or she’d wanted to tease you throughout the night and do this after.

You sly fox.

But you knew better than to comment now. Kiriko was sitting with a patient look, and eagerly, you obeyed her.

By the time you were left in your undergarments, Kiriko was already back to you, pulling you onto the bed as she kissed you excitedly on the mouth, shoulders, and just underneath your jaw. The sensations made your brain run rampant, and you pressed up against her as she went, silently pleading for her to just press your face into the pillows and fuck you silly.

She seemed to read your mind, letting you settle on the mattress before following suit and guiding your chest downwards with her hand. You were flat on your back, knees bent, and Kiriko wasted no time in landing herself between them, gently prying them apart with a single hand. Her smirk sent heat straight to your clit, and she eyed you over with mischief.

“Eager?”

Blushing, you huffed with playful indignation, rolling your eyes and glancing up at the ceiling sheepishly. “You’re the one who planned this, clearly.”

Kiriko quickly understood what you were referring to. “What? I can’t dress up a little for a party?”

You felt a pang of jealousy stab at your heart and you pouted a second time. She only smirked at you, clearly amused, and that only made you angrier.

“Of course I dressed like this for you.” She lost her smug expression for just a moment and smiled warmly, though suggestiveness never left her tone as she leaned in close, hovering over you. “This is all for you. Only you.”

The passion behind those words set your body ablaze, and you were quick to pull Kiriko down by her hoodie into another searing kiss. The distant sounds of the ongoing party outside of the bedroom reminded you both that you didn’t have as much time as you would have preferred. But, of course, you both also knew that the time crunch only made for hotter, faster, rougher sex. And you both enjoyed that.

Kiriko pulled away, panting hotly as she sat up and hooked her fingers around the hem of your pants. You lifted your hips dutifully, allowing your pants to slide off with ease, and Kiriko was quick to remove the second layer of covering you wore as well. Her eagerness was arousing.

You were soaked, and a shy blush crept its way up your neck. Kiriko smiled affectionately at you, though, giving you a look of fondness that was quick to comfort you.

“You’re so cute.” She whispered, taking her sweet time to gaze at your heat with unbridled want, yet also a sense of curiosity that, strangely enough, turned you on even more.

You initially resisted the urge to close your legs, but Kiriko’s hands were gently, yes assertively, on each knee anyways. You shuddered. She was keeping you right where she wanted you to be, and that level of dominance was exhilarating for you.

Suddenly, two chilly, slender fingers dragged their way between your slick folds, eliciting a sharp gasp from you and a satisfied, low hum from the woman above you. You keened as her nails circled your clit, the ends of her fingers already coated in your excitement. Kiriko smiled softly at the reaction, her pupils dilating as she watched you writhe beneath her touch.

“F-Fuck…” You’d forgotten how good Kiriko’s fingers felt. It had admittedly been some time. You were already shuddering at every little move she made, her fingers barely prodding at your entrance yet continuing to focus on your clit. It was as if she were teasing you, but you knew deep down that she was only making sure you were slick enough to take her with ease. Which wouldn’t have been a problem regardless.

All too soon, Kiriko slid her middle finger inside of you, pushing up to the knuckle and slightly further. You arched, your hips gently bucking into her hand as she slowly began thrusting into you.

“Aww…look at you.” The woman above you purred, and you wanted to pout but couldn’t find it in you to do so. The sensation of that single finger against your sensitive walls only had your body aching for more, and your hands desperately clutched at the bedsheets beneath you.

“That’s my good girl, taking me so well. Just like she always does.” Kiriko’s voice was hushed, and the look in her eyes was one of both genuine affection and sheer mirth. It turned you on to an embarassing extent, and you shut your eyes to avoid being victim to such a gaze for much longer. It didn’t do you very well, though.

“You like my fingers that much, puppy?” Kiriko breathed, bringing her lips down to your ear and murmuring into the crook of your neck, “You know how much I love seeing you like this.”

The way a subtle laugh could be heard lacing her every word sent fire shooting up your spine. And suddenly, Kiriko was quick to insert her ring finger into you almost too swiftly, causing an unholy noise mixed with surprise and pleasure to fall past your lips. It made Kiriko giggle, and you flushed deeply.

Kiriko sped up. Your shallow breaths began shifting into long, high-pitched whines. Kiriko’s thumb was expertly assaulting your clit, gently enough to not overstimulate you, but harshly enough so you could feel it just enough.

And you definitely felt it, on top of her slender digits, pumping in and out of you and (most likely) drenched in your slick. It was almost embarrassing, hearing the wet sounds coming from between your legs, but hearing those sounds on top of the ruckus just outside the door was honestly so, so hot. You felt so dirty, so desperate, like a slut, but you were shameless about it. Kiriko had you all to herself, and knowing that she’d do anything to prove that, even in public, made you want to moan at just the thought.

As your core began to twist and churn, Kiriko held herself further above you, her face no longer as close to yours as she stared down at you. You opened your eyes and inhaled sharply as you saw that hungry, predatory gaze in a closer vicinity.

“Look at me when you cum, Y/N.” Kiriko murmured, sounding gentle but most definitely giving you an order. Her hand didn’t show mercy on you; matter of fact, it went even harder. She rocked into you roughly, her thumb harsh against your clit and fingers curling into your most sensitive spots. It was addicting, feeling Kiriko work her magic on you. You were completely and utterly entranced under her spell. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your climax was approaching. You whimpered desperately, feeling the coil within you begin to grow closer and closer to snapping.

“K-Kiriko…mmnnff- fuck, you feel s-so-“

“I know, baby.” She cooed, leaning down to bring her lips to yours, barely close enough for a kiss. You locked eyes with her, feeling the urge to shut yours yet finding yourself unable to.

“Let go for me, Y/N. I’m right here.”

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck-

White clouded your vision and a broken sob fell from you as your orgasm finally hit. Like a wave, it surged through you wildly and heavily, and your hands reached up to desperately cling onto Kiriko’s shoulders.

She happily let you, kissing you passionately as soon as your climax hit and slowing her hand to a gentle, rhythmic rocking motion. The way her fingers coaxed you through your quick-coming yet heavy orgasm made you let out pathetic little whines, and you could feel Kiriko smile into your mouth in response.

Eventually air became an issue, and so Kiriko pulled away gently when she knew your peak had ebbed into a gentle, hazy ache. Her fingers stopped moving inside of you, and you sighed shakily as you felt her slowly remove them from your sopping wet heat.

Moments passed, ones in which you spent catching your breath. Watching Kiriko, you saw the taller woman take a look at the hand she’d used to tear you apart. And the look on her face, upon glancing at said hand, immediately made you blush. She couldn’t help but smirk a little, slyly glancing over at you and only making you more and more embarrassed.

However, that embarrassment quickly shifted to that of sheer arousal once more as Kiriko suddenly brought her glistening digits up to her own lips- putting them into her mouth and sucking them clean. You audibly gasped, making Kiriko giggle against her fingers.

And she’d put on a show while doing it, too. Her tongue lazily dragging its way between said fingers and along each knuckle, expertly lapping up your own juices within just a few seconds. Kiriko usually did this after your sessions, but again, it had been a little while. And she’d hardly ever been this…lewd, about it. You visibly shuddered, feeling the familiar ache of want ebb at your core, and you sighed a second time.

“Kiriko…fuck, you’re too much.”

“Too much?” She was quick to respond, finally finishing her work with a subtle smack of her lips and bringing her hand flat against the mattress. Still smirking, she leaned in close to you, quirking an eyebrow, “Or not enough?”

You huffed at her with playful indignace, silently hoping that she would just kiss you again. “Both.”

Kiriko took that for an answer and sat back again, rubbing your thigh affectionately with a hand as she gazed lovingly at the mess you’d (she’d) made.

“Let’s wash up and finish where we left off.”

Now was your turn to quirk an eyebrow, clearly confused. Kiriko only looked at you with confidence, though, mirth lacing her features.

“After the party.”

[notmozzi]

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“…I’m beginning to understand why I was born a wolf.”

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★ name’s mozzi! ★

- thank you for the continued support on my blog, but because of personal preference and lack of motivation, i will no longer continue to upload my works on here.

- please keep tabs on my archive for any further works of mine! this blog is going no where as i want anyone to be able to reread (if they’d like), but as for any future activity, don’t expect any.

- much love 🖤

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★ masterlist ★

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[notmozzi]

masterlist!

overwatch

nsfw villain!kiriko x reader

nsfw kiriko x d.va hiding their relationship hcs

nsfw dom!mercy x reader hcs

nsfw "grind" bartender!kiriko x reader drabble

nsfw prove it - kiriko x d.va smut

slight nsfw kiriko jealousy hcs

nsfw pharah hcs

nsfw kiriko x reader strap-on smut

nsfw kiriko praise hcs

nsfw kiriko degrading hcs

nsfw kiriko strap-on hcs

nsfw kiriko choking hcs

nsfw kiriko oneshot

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Aw, you must like me! ❤️

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Kiriko.exe has stopped working.

[notmozzi]

hii legoskii i was wondering if we could see more of evil kiriko smut .. 😞😞😞

Villain!Kiriko x Reader (NSFW)

A/N: sorry for the wait! been busy, but hope this will suffice :)

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It was a calm, cool night- just half an hour past midnight. You’d been attending the yearly Fox Festival in Kanezaka with a group of friends, primarily to see the fireworks. And on your way home, you’d decided to stop for a drink at a bar. A simple, single glass. Something light. Why not?

However, in return, you ended up finding great interest in the dance floor, and in no time you were partying along with others around your age, letting yourself unwind. The night had still been young, after all. And you’d always liked to dance. Plus, being surrounded by complete strangers made it better!

But then, you saw her. She wasn’t dancing, she was watching from a distance. Leaning against the bar with a small glass of bourbon in one hand. Dressed in all black, with her button-up being unbuttoned enough to expose her collarbone and everything above it. You’d barely made out a thin, silver chain around her neck, glistening under the distant lights of the dance floor. She had also been smoking what you’d assumed was a cigarette, but later learned was just a thin cigar. How classy.

You’d noticed her after taking a break to catch your breath, having planned to return to the fun for a few more songs after the following one ended. But…you’d gotten a little tipsy. And seeing this attractive young woman eyeing you like a tiger in the woods made your confidence spike a couple notches.

It hadn’t taken you long to get shy around her, though. She’d held herself up very well, and her voice was extremely weakening, god. Not to mention how tall she was, how she looked at you, and how confident, coy and witty she was. Everything about her practically screamed powerful.

A conversation had quickly sparked, flirtations thrown in the mix, and the woman eventually revealed to you that she owned the place. She’d invited you to the back to show you proof, among other things, and as you’d grown more comfortable around her, she’d grown more…intimate. Nothing to make you uncomfortable, of course. Just subtle touches that gradually got bolder.

Then, standing before one another in silence, Kiriko eventually sensed that you two wanted the same thing. She set her cigar down onto a nearby ashtray, yet as you two neared a kiss, the woman briskly pulled away, quietly informing you who she was. An utter of her full name, and nothing more.

And this had instantly alerted you. Kiriko Kamori was easily Kanezaka’s most notorious vigilante. A thief, a manipulator, and most of all- a killer.

Millions of questions ran rampant. One of which being; how in the hell did Kiriko own an entire bar? And why? Simple. She went by another name. Kiriko Yamagami. Well. Yamagami, for short.

“I don’t really tell people my first name.” Kiriko huffed, a vague cloud of smoke ghosting from her nostrils as she put the cigar back to her lips. “I mean, no reason for them to know, right? It’d only be a risk.” A smirk made its way onto her face as she took another drag. “More so for them.”

As for the “why,” Kiriko simply enjoyed having an excuse to unwind. Owning a bar wasn’t necessarily difficult for her. She could also use the steady income, even if she was already a thief.

Learning all of this had, of course, stunned you. This woman wasn’t just well-known, but she was feared. You’d never seen her before this, obviously, but the news had made her capabilities pretty obvious. She was strong, unafraid to kill, quick, and absolutely out for blood.

And yet, by the time you two were alone in a closed-off, secluded room, sexual tensions were too high to ignore. You felt your heart tugging for you to just pounce, and looking into that woman’s dangerously attractive eyes, you simply couldn’t find a bone within you that even wanted to run. All you wanted was her. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was your raging attraction to women. Either way, you didn’t care.

And Kiriko sensed this, too. It only took about three minutes of small talk before things grew intimate again; and this time, Kiriko didn’t hold back. Having finished her cigar, she simply tossed it to the floor and let it air out, approaching you with a predatory glint in her eyes. You felt helpless in the most addicting way possible as she brought a hand to your chest, pressing you firmly against the nearest wall as her lips crashed against yours.

And that’s how you ended up here. Grinding against her while she watched.

The room was dimly lit by the warm, orange hue of the surrounding LEDs. A mini-bar sat in one corner of the room, but most space was taken up by a large, maroon-colored couch. The fancy furniture surrounded a glass roundtable in the center of the room, and atop said table stood two unfinished glasses of bourbon, along with an ashtray. This was a lounge dedicated to only a few people- a lounge dedicated to sheer, absolute privacy and comfort. And that level of privacy was something you definitely needed.

Straddling Kiriko’s lap with your knees pressed against the couch, a drawn out, high-pitched whine fell past your lips as you needily ground your hips down against hers. Smiling up at you with a coquettish hum, the vigilante brought her hand up to your clothed sex, gingerly pressing three digits against your clit and eliciting another whine from you.

Delightful shivers ran down your spine, and sparks of pleasure exploded within you from the point of contact. Eager for more, you pressed back into her, attempting to create more friction. And with nothing more than a chuckle, Kiriko simply watched you work your way to climax against her, her eyes dark with lustrous thrill.

“Yeah,” her voice was low, her tone laced with hunger, almost as if she were holding herself back from what else she wanted to do to you. “That’s my girl.”

“Fffuck…please-“

Every word she spoke fueled a fire of need within you. Feeling her hands at your hips, her hips beneath yours, and most of all, her eyes dead-set on you- it was exhilarating. You were getting wetter and wetter every time you made eye contact with her, everytime you felt her.

Kiriko began gingerly rubbing circles over your clit with a thumb, feeling wetness through your clothes as you continued to ride her. It was almost embarrassing, how willing you were to cum for this woman even if it meant fully clothed. But that look in her eye was beyond alluring. And she had this dangerous edge to her voice; it was intimidating yet turned you on to an embarrassing extent.

Suddenly, Kiriko put slightly more pressure against your clit, causing your hips to jolt and a sharp moan to elicit from you. Your breathing became ragged as you struggled to keep your movements consistent. Still rutting, your mouth was slightly ajar as weak, desperate sounds fell from you.

“You like that?” Kiriko purred, watching closely as your face scrunched up in that cute way it always does when you’re close. Taking a shuddering breath, you couldn’t find the ability to respond to her coherently; you instead continued to grind, your hands clinging desperately onto each of Kiriko’s shoulders as your movements grew feverish.

“Bad girl. I think you do.”

Kiriko sat back against the cushions, her hands now guiding your hips and encouraging you to speed up, which you enthusiastically did. As you began further pressing her into the cushions, she couldn’t help tilting her head back, letting out a low groan at the sensation. She absolutely loved it- having such a needy girl like you sitting in her lap and using her to get off. Hearing your sweet little sounds as she touched you; seeing you submit.

With a growl, Kiriko suddenly bucked up into you, making you gasp.

“F-fuck…” you panted, burying your face into the crook of her neck, “…m’gonna….sshhhittt-“

Kiriko didn’t respond right away, gripping your hips tighter as she continued guiding the movement of your hips. Your heavy breathing and sounds of pleasure began to fill the air. Yours specifically, but Kiriko was beginning to let herself loose as well. You were both grateful that the music outside was as loud as it was.

“You’re so- mm- so needy…” Kiriko groaned softly, a coy laugh audible in her tone. You could see her cheeks go crimson as she began to pleasure herself as well- bucking up into you. The sight made you gush. “You’re cute like this,” she opened her eyes for a moment and looked up to watch you, chuckling a bit when you looked back with those wide, hazy eyes, “you know that?”

The praise, and she knew it, made you weak. You felt like you were truly hers, and not just in a possessive way. The way she touched you tenderly and took her time with you got you all sorts of hot and bothered. And so you whimpered into her neck, too shy to respond with words, but hoping the wet kiss you pressed against her throat would suffice.

And it definitely had. You immediately heard her sigh pleasantly at the touch, and curiously, you did it again, this time adding a graze of your tongue.

“…Mmm…keep doing that.” Kiriko murmured, her eyes closing once more. One of her hands reached up to rest on the back of your neck, gently pushing your face closer, “Do that again, sweetheart.”

The petname made heat shoot straight to your clit, but the command itself brought a small smirk to your lips. She likes that, huh?

Dutifully, you began to leave vague hickies anywhere you could along the side of Kiriko’s neck. Your teeth skimmed over the soft flesh just under her jaw, but closer to her shoulders you were sure to leave darker marks. The pleased sigh and occasional, low moan that escaped the vigilante with each bite sent shivers up your spine. She went from holding onto your neck to gently tugging your hair, whispering small praises like “just like that” or “you’re so good at this, Y/N” into your ear. Eager to continue pleasing her, you continued travelling down to her collarbone, bringing a slightly hesitant hand up to unbutton the rest of her shirt.

She let you, smirking all the while. As you began to reveal more and more skin, Kiriko helped you out by sitting up straight for just a moment. You let out a frustrated noise as you were forced to stop your movements, sitting up as well to see what she was up to.

The sight of Kiriko taking off her button-up was definitely going to be fantasy fodder for a long time after tonight. She slowly unbuttoned the remainder of her shirt and slipped the garment off, tossing it into a random corner of the lounge. This revealed her lean shoulders and arms, a simple black bra, and a toned, toned, stomach. By no means was Kiriko buff, but she was definitely fit.

Kiriko quickly noticed your staring, bringing her hands back to your hips.

“Like what you see?”

Despite the deep blush blossoming on your face, you were shameless. Breathlessly, you murmured back, “Yeah, I do.” You paused to keep admiring her body, lewdly wondering how it would feel to have her towering over you.

“Take off your shirt for me.” A sudden command. You looked back up to find her staring right at you, hunger lacing her expression. You honestly struggled to respond right away. But there was nothing to be said, based on the look on her face. She wasn’t asking.

You did as she requested, crossing your arms over your head and pulling your top off. You tossed it in the same direction Kiriko had tossed hers, and when you looked back at her, you knew what she wanted next, her smirk making it painfully obvious. You took off your bra quickly, undoing the clasp with ease and letting it fall onto Kiriko’s lap. Kiriko watched it fall, deciding to throw it elsewhere herself this time, before taking in every inch of your now-half-naked form. Very, very slowly.

“So pretty,” she murmured affectionately, her hands caressing your sides, “such a pretty girl.”

You shivered, your head falling forward little ways as a shaky sigh fell from you. Eagerly, you let your eyes slowly fall closed, your body tingling with each little touch Kiriko made upon your sensitive body.

You knew, based on the hungry look in her eyes and the gentleness of her touch, that Kiriko was going to take very good care of you.

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✮ — THESE THINGS ; kiriko kamori

— DESCRIPTION . . . ryōta called you to the yokai base but as always he is gonna be pretty late, but guess who has been there the whole day, bored out of their mind ( continuation of the yokai’s favorite plaything ) MINORS DNI . . . afab! reader, nsfw ! — lowercase writing intended, ryōta mentioned, vaginal sex, use of pet names, biting, mention of blood, marking, cockwarming, mention of eventual cream pie

wc ; 1,47 k

MOSS’ NOTES . . . for the special request of moss’ favorite little thing, here is a second part of g!p kiriko, hope you enjoy ;)

+ 18 MINORS AND MEN DO NOT INTERACT

you were hugging yourself while standing in front of the graffiti-decorated garage door which hid the yōkai’s fort, hidden cleverly from the hasimoto. one of your hands accommodated your phone which you were typing away on furiously, scolding ryōta for being such an idiot, and leaving you out to freeze. he cursed at you, called you a dummy for thinking nobody was there, and told you to go inside, no problem, kiriko was there if you wanted company.

and he was telling the truth, kiriko laid on the couch, a tennis ball in her hand, throwing it up into the air without it touching the ceiling before catching it and then repeating it a couple of times. in front of the couch was an older tv, playing some sort of movie filled with guns and blood, probably a background noise as kiriko seemed to be lost in her thoughts. you admired her form, hand grasping into the straps of you bag, biting down on your cheek from the inside, trying not to think too naughty when you are here to talk business and not get laid.

but you just couldn’t help yourself when you approached her, suggestive touches here and there, sitting so close to her as you clear your throat, hesitantly, trying to think of something snappy to rile her up, to make her want you like the way she wanted you last time.

“you are in trouble now.” kiriko smirks as she pushes your thighs down on the couch, spreading your legs and slotting herself between them. your skirt rides up high on your thighs and it is only waiting for kiriko to flick it up, if stared from certain angle you could see your pretty panties with a forming wet patch.

“I missed you.” kiriko mutters, admiring you in the dimmed lights of the room before raising a hand to cup your cheek. she leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, chuckling when you chase her lips with a cry when she pulls away. “I missed you too.” you whine lowly, your hips trusting up into her crotch as her forearms moves to rest on either side of your head as she hovers over you, caging you in.

you lean up to capture her lips in another kiss, she lets this one to be longer , messier as your lips move against each other and kiriko pushes your hips back onto the cushion, grinding against you. a moan escapes you and into her mouth as you feel the telltale bulge of her cock, a tent forming and pressing against your clothed cunt.

oh how much kiriko wanted to make you wait, work you up until you were a mess underneath her, crying and begging for her to make you feel good. she wanted to see you high out of your mind on lust, but she can’t control herself when she is with you, letting her cock guide her instead of her brain, wanting to slip inside you as soon as you let her.

she pulls away from your lips to trail kisses across your cheeks, down you jaw, and then your neck, remaining there. she reaches between the two of you, fiddling between your bodies until she finds the button of her pants. you moan and pant as she sucks at your neck, aiming on marking you tonight. her cock springs free from its confines as she gets her pants undone, finally, pulling it out of the boxers she wore. kiriko bats aside your hands that try to hug onto her, trying to pull her close already, grabbing them both and pinning them above your head with one hand.

“you are so nice and wet, sweet girl, all for me, hm?” kiriko asks as she pushes your wrist further into the pillows, keeping herself up by that point while her other hand caressed your thigh for a short second before pushing your pretty cotton panties to the side to reveal your glistening pussy. her fingers explored your sticky, puffy lips as her fangs dipped into your skin. she rubs teasing circles against your clit as you nod, “y-yes! you, f-for you all j-just for you kiri, fuck…”

all kiriko responds with is a groan, reaching further down to gather your slick on her fingers, teasingly pushing the tips of two fingers into your hole before pulling away again. she strokes her dick a few times, coating it with your slick and working herself a little more before lining it up with your entrance.

“that’s right, my favorite little plaything, all mine.” she breathes before snapping her hips forward and bottoming out in one fluid motion. you reward her with choked moans, music to her ears and she growls, it’s animalistic. she couldn’t think of how and when she forgot the way your tight pussy sucked her right in until there was no space to move no more. you were such a cute little fleshlight for her, the way you dressed, said her name, treated her erection so well.

she trusts into you harshly, her pace is unrelenting as she fucks, bullying your poor cunt and biting more and more bloody teeth marks into your neck, trying to twist your mind until you can’t think no more, only how good it feels to be filled by her poison your mind.

“you like being this full, yeah? being filled to the brim and- shit… called a stupid thing that I can do whatever I want to?” kiriko, no matter how much she wanted to keep herself composed as she moved inside you, the way your cunt was milking her cock was making her lose her poise. she didn’t want you to cum, not just yet, you felt so nice around her, the twitching of her dick sending tingling strings through her spine.

you cry out as she stops, pulling out of you, she too curses as her handsome cock spill from your cunny and drips with your cum. kiriko lets go of your wrists and you excitedly launch yourself at her, hoping to grasp at her and for her to tell you to suck her off just like last time. but her hand stops you from getting any close to her, it quickly slipping up to your neck with her fingers wrapping around your throat and squeezing.

“nah-ah, I am in charge puppy, you do as I say. yes?” you nod eagerly linking your hands behind your back, wiggling your ass just like an excited puppy would when they see their owner. you were needy, very much so as your pretty pussy was so wet and empty, needing her to further stretch you out and stuff you full again, making you take whatever she gave you. “mhm, yes, yes!”

she chuckles at your eagerness, falling back against the other arm rest of the couch, her hand never leaving your throat and leading you to follow her until you are straddling her hips. “no complaining this time, you gonna sit pretty on my cock as we watch the movie. my favorite part is almost up, I wouldn’t wanna miss it.” kiriko utters as her thumb circles your larynx, pressing down slowly until your hands come up to stop hers. she laughs before letting go of you, one of her hands resting on your waist as the other lines her cock with your entrance again.

the pretty sob you let out, your half-lidded eyes and the way your head shots up when she is once again fully seethed inside you once again all just excite her even more and she is starting to doubt if she can keep herself from coming inside you soon. but you don’t have to worry about when it’s gonna happen, a puppy like you doesn’t need to think. just keep on focusing on the feeling of her length inside you, how good it feels. your eyes are so hazy and you’re already drooling so much, dripping all over your shirt in this short few minutes that had went by. she wonders if you can even understand what is happening on the screen.

you were so pathetically adorable, and you were all hers to play with.

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Dva and Kiriko keeping their relationship a secret?👀👀👀 (it can be wholesome or nsfw up to you!)

Kiriko x D.Va Hiding Their Relationship HCs (NSFW ahead)

A/N: had fun with this one. love my girls <3 art by ratazki on twitter!

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• Kiriko and Hana began their relationship not long after Kiriko had joined Overwatch. The two immediately hit things off, and after a few secret dates here and there, Kiriko eventually got the guts to ask her favorite pilot to be her girlfriend. Hana had never been so giddy.

• Of course, both women aren’t exactly dead-set on letting everyone know of their relationship right away. Especially with Kiriko already focused on getting to know members of the team. It’d be pretty odd to introduce yourself as the girl dating someone they’d been working with for years, so keeping it a secret is a given. At least for a little while.

• The two enjoy spending their free time together playing video games or cooking (Kiriko being the cook and Hana being the taste-tester). So it isn’t unusual to see the two disappear after missions (assuming they’re stable), training sessions, or meetings.

• Genji, Angela, Fareeha, Cassidy and Lena are the only ones 100% convinced about their uncomfirmed relationship. There are others who are suspicious, though, like Lucio.

• Kiriko loves being a tease with Hana, and she often does so in front of the others with subtle touches. Brushing the back of her hand against Hana’s, getting up behind her closely when she wants to observe what Hana’s doing- things like that. Seeing Hana’s face go crimson never gets old.

• Hana, on the other hand, enjoys teasing verbally. Choice words to get Kiriko flustered, like little compliments that to others seem platonic, but to Kiriko are far from it.

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“I’ll never understand how you throw them daggers like that, fox girl.” Cassidy took a sip of his bourbon, clearing his throat with a gruff cough as he gestured towards Kiriko with a nod. Glancing at the others across the room, being Reinhardt, Angela, Lena and Jack, the cowboy let out a low chuckle. “She’s got skill, that’s for sure.”

“You bet.” Jack replied with a smirk, nodding towards Kiriko like a proud father. The newcomer, upon realizing all eyes were on her, sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck with a hand, murmuring a small “thanks” and smiling warmly.

Hana however, being right beside to her, noticed this, and decided to add in a word of her own.

“Couldn’t have said it any better,” she quipped, expression bright as she leaned over the island counter, “I’ve been telling her how good she is with her hands.”

Watching Kiriko’s face turn that red that fast made Hana Song’s entire year. This moment was also Cassidy’s final straw in his raising suspicions.

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• The two never take major risks. Subtle, chaste kisses here and there, sure, and the occasional words of affection will get thrown around in the form of subtle whispers. The two truly don’t want to get found out any time soon, and while it is fun to fool around, they know to be careful.

• Well…except for that one time.

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“Mnn…mnnnph-!”

“Shh…Hana, I know. I’m right here.”

Hana, sounds muffled by Kiriko’s palm over her mouth, was currently pinned to a bathroom door, writhing against it as pleasure overwhelmed her. Her legs were pried open by a single hand between them; a flustered mess, the pilot brought a hand up to hold on tightly to her girlfriend’s jacket, whining words like “yes,” “faster,” “fuck.” Eyes half-lidded, weak sounds of need fell past her covered lips, her breathing erratic.

Kiriko, eyes dilated at the sight of her lover like this, kept her gaze focused on Hana’s sopping wet heat, her fingers working swiftly to bring the brunette to her peak. “You’re doing so good, Hana…” She murmured coolly, smirking a little as she finally looked up to make eye contact.

The sheer need in Hana’s eyes made the taller woman feel truly primal, god, she loved seeing her girlfriend submit. Especially in these circumstances. Kiriko prided herself on being a responsible young woman, but she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to put her girlfriend in her place when her tone practically asked for it. Regardless of their whereabouts.

Currently, the couple was at a mission after-party. And the entirety of Overwatch was outside of this very bathroom. The only bathroom.

Hana and Kiriko were no strangers to quickies. But this was definitely the closest they’d ever gotten to being caught. Hana had been teasing Kiriko all night, and the former vigilante had simply had enough. Hana was bold for assuming Kiriko wouldn’t bend her over the bathroom counter and finger her while making her watch.

But door sex would suffice, too.

Gasping for air, Hana managed to pull her mouth free from Kiriko’s hand for just a moment, rambling eagerly, “God, Kiri…y-you’re so-”

“-So what, bunny?” Kiriko breathed sensually, bringing her lips to one of Hana’s ears as her fingers continued moving rhythmically against her pulsating walls. “Use your words.”

Hana let out a high-pitched moan into her hand, her hips bucking as Kiriko began curling her fingers into her g-spot.

“You’re…so m-mean…” she was barely audible through the suppression of Kiriko’s palm on top of the whimper lacing her words. Kiriko’s other hand was braced against the door Hana was up against, rendering the pilot completely trapped. It was addicting, feeling preyed on by the shrine maiden. And Hana, though she liked to be stubborn about it, was enthused to submit to her.

Smirking, Kiriko pressed a kiss to the side of Hana’s face, purring teasingly, “You know you like it.” Then, another kiss, this time to her lips. Pulling away, she sped up her ministrations, and Hana’s body felt light and fuzzy as her peak crept up on her.

“Go ahead. Cum for me.”

And Hana absolutely obeyed. Nobody questioned how exhausted she looked after leaving the restroom.

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I saw an outfit/ photo by Weian Vann and I thought yes, I need to draw Kiriko in that c:

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Are you a cat or dog person?

i have three dogs, but ive always grown up with cats. this is my kitten maple 🫶

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You have the best blog banner I've ever seen, have a nice day 👍

THANK YOU LMFAOOO it’s easily one of my fav interactions ive had w someone on overwatch it was so funny

i usually dont say kiri diff bc doing well on support 9 times outta 10 depends on your entire team, but that particular game it was witch skin vs witch skin and she kept trying to 1v1 me 😭 so i just had to say it when we won

then ofc plug my ao3 after the death threat 🫶

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Who were your first mains and when did you start play ow?

first main kiriko. just kiriko. she was my one trick for months. it was bad. but at least now i can say im decent at her! now however im an overall support main. i do well on ana, bap and lucio as well as kiriko if i pick them when needed.

i started playing consistently in october when ow2 dropped! ive been putting hoursss into this game. im hoping to honestly peak diamond by the end of this upcoming summer, if i continue to play as much as i do now at least 🤞

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Saw what you wrote! If possible dom mercy would be nice

Dom!Mercy x Reader HCs

some nsfw of my fav 6’0” swiss lady. first time writing for her as well. enjoy!

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• Fun in the bedroom with Overwatch’s star medic is often assumed to be sweet, tender and soft. And while this can be the case, Angela is by no means any stranger to putting you in your place with more than just a few, stern words.

• She usually sweet-talks you into the bedroom, but once you’ve surrendered to her touch, she’s ready to entangle her fingers with yours and pin you against the door.

“That’s it, liebling…let me take care of you.”

• Angela loves driving you crazy with gentle, sensual touches. She never ceases to make you feel all hot and bothered with the way her fingers travel along your spine, hands eventually landing on your hips and guiding you to the bed.

• Angela enjoys having you sit in her lap, on her face, and even enjoys having you come undone between herself and the wall. But most of all. she enjoys hovering directly above you, prying your legs apart with a single hand and keeping your back flat against the mattress.

“Look at how gorgeous you are, sweetheart.” She looks down at you with an affectionate yet lust-ridden expression, her smile coquettish as she takes in every inch of you. “Oh how I can’t wait to just ravage you.”

• Angela typically takes her time undressing you, but there have been times where you’ve tested her patience, resulting in a few torn blouses. Brattiness is something doctors are trained professionally to deal with after all, and she chooses to do so to you with force.

• Choking is something the doctor is very much into. She’ll be gentle of course, but that doesn’t mean she wont put you in your place. There have been times that have resulted in you being shoved against the wall with a hand at your throat.

“You know better than to talk back to me,” she leans in to ghosts her lips over yours, her gaze piercing as she stares down at your lips with temptation, “don’t you?”

• Angela’s voice is always hushed, maintaining a gentle edge to it no matter how lewd her words may be. Still, just that look alone will have you on your knees quick.

• Back to the action in bed, Angela is very skilled with her hands. Working with the human body on a regular basis has its perks, after all.

• She absolutely loves filling you with three slender digits at once, watching from her position above you as you writhe and squirm beneath her.

“You can take it, can’t you? You’re always so good for me, liebling, look at you. Taking me so very well…”

• The Swiss woman enjoys kissing you through your orgasm, never stopping her movements as you ride down your high.

• Hickeys are common for the doctor, as well. She actually finds great enjoyment in leaving them along the insides of your thighs. Kissing, licking and nipping at them as she prepares to delve her fingers into your dripping-wet heat.

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“Look at how wet you are, Y/N,” a low hum escaped the doctor as she glanced up at you from her position between your legs, head down low so she could mark you properly. “I just know you didn’t go all day like this, did you?”

You let out a soft huff of laughter, smiling sheepishly as you looked up at the ceiling. “M-Maybe a little…” Your voice was unsteady as you struggled to maintain your composure, feeling the doctor kiss you in every place except where you needed her most.

Angela ‘tsk, tsk’d,’ her hands replacing where her mouth had previously been and prying your legs even further apart. “My lovely girl does know better than to not wait for me, I suppose…”

You nodded eagerly, a sharp hum of pleasure escaping you as you felt Angela’s tongue gently glide over your clit. Very, very gently. Yet already, you could feel heat gushing between your legs in response, and you couldn’t fight back a heavy blush.

Angela only laughed, mirth becoming more evident amongst her expression. “I’m going to take care of you sweetheart. You deserve it after being such a good girl for me.”

Those words sent you into a brief haze, but falling from it was a lost cause as you’d already begun to feel one of Angela’s fingers prod and eventually invade your entrance with ease. Your hips instantly bucked, the sensation beyond relieving to the lust-ridden ache that had been terrorizing you for the entirety of that day.

As Angela watched you intently and sped up her minstrations, you couldn’t help but let out soft whimpers and whines, head falling back against the pillows and eyes half-lidded as pleasure began to overwhelm you. Your sounds grew louder and you struggled more and more to contain yourself; Angela eventually lowered herself and pressed her lips flush against yours. You sighed wantingly into the touch, eyes fluttering shut.

Angela would take care of you. You knew she would.

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Boop! Hope you’re doing well! Love your work and wanted to know if you’d be willing to do Mercy hc? Sfw or nsfw I’m not picky. It’s really up to you what you write about!

id love to anon! just try being a little more specific with what kind of hcs you’d like? like, sub!mercy, dom!mercy, mirror sex hcs, jealousy hcs, etc? sky’s the limit, just let me know!