#might delete this later idk depends on how y'all like it

[fizzy-blood]

Coral again 🪸🫡

Tim / Masky nsfw headcanons PLS

Tim & Masky Headcanons🌲 [NSFW]

I ACCIDENTALLY HAD THIS POST DELETED TWICE AND I'M GOING INSANE!! Also, you're the first anon I've had that named themselves so congrats on that ^_^ also gn reader/'S/O'. Thank you so much for sending in two asks! I'll post the first one when I can <3 /p

WARNING: NSFW/18+ CONTENT [Breeding kink, spanking/hitting, orgasm denial, mentions of degrading, kinda public sex? Gun violence!!(Yay!!!/s)]

Tim

I'm gonna be honest with y'all... He's kinda vanilla.. Not that there's anything wrong with that ofc... But I know this fandom is full of freaks (ME INCLUDED)

But I do think he has some sort of breeding kink

Idk man but the idea of getting his S/O (you) knocked up just does something to him (even if that's not possible)

I feel like he would have wanted kids at some point in his life and the idea of getting you pregnant probably helps with that... Even if raising a child would be kinda impossible with his current situation...

Now... I'm gonna be honest again... He isn't super big...

It's average size so around 5 inches (12-13 cm for my fellow maple syrup drinkers... Also other non American folks)

But he's definitely got more girth than the average person!

And he's also surprisingly good in bed? Like??

He's very sweet and tries his best to be gentle (but sometimes gets a bit rougher when he's close)

If you want him to be rough or go faster he will... But he'll be asking if you're ok immediately after you both finish! (Aftercare with this man is 🤤 but more on that later)

And I did say he was very sweet so I guess I should just specify that he likes to praise you

It's very sappy for someone who's normally kinda rude to everyone but it's still a great experience!

Though he doesn't really like to shave or trim to often... But if you asked really nicely he'd probably do it a bit more often (I love hairy men 🗣️)

Masky

But Masky on the other hand? Ha! He'd spit in your face and tell you to keep quiet while he pounds into you... (... Me next... OMG WHO SAID THAT!?)

But seriously... This guy will barely talk during sex, but when he does it's almost always to degrade you or order you around

And if you don't do as he says there are two punishments

The first one only works if he had any control over you being able to finish up and cum

Aka, orgasm denial!

He'll do what he wants to do and just leave you in whatever state you're in

And if not? If he can't control you like that?

Spanking!

Now, he prefers to use his hand but will use a paddle or some sort of object if he has one nearby

But again, normally uses his hand for it

He'll force you to bend over his knees or lay across his lap so he can do it properly

He also likes making you count how many

And if you mess up? He'll start over and make you count again...

Also... Kinda unrelated but this guy loves fucking you in the middle of the woods for some reason?

Against a tree or on the ground... Doesn't really matter as long as you're outside...

And yes, a hiker did come across it once... The guy almost immediately got shot by Masky

Speaking of getting shot! He almost immediately put the guy to your head with the safety off while he was fucking you. No, he did not apologize!

Over all kind of a lot... Not bad if you're into being used like that though...

After care!!

(Masky doesn't really do aftercare so this is all Tim)

He'll lay with you for a bit before slowly getting up and stretching

After that he'll look down at you and ask if you need water or food or maybe even a bath..

If you feel like you're struggling to walk he'll try to carry around his cabin or your house (depending on where you guys were)

If you have a bath he'll sit next to the tub and talk to you, making sure you're alright and everything

And if you ask him really nicely he might even join you in there!!

After that he'll help you dry off and take you back to bed to sleep (and cuddle)

Aftercare is a 10/10 experience honestly

AHHH! FINALLY DID IT! (And I actually really liked this one) thank you again for sending in the ask and I hope you enjoyed this ^_^ and again, asks are open

-Fizz

[Also! Pill/cigarette dividers by @sister-lucifer ]

[overwatch-does-stuff]

A rich white girl robs the bank and steals your rent money

Overwatch. Ashe x reader, reader is gender neutral.

You were at the bank one day, depositing a check you got from doing some odd job or another. 

Soon enough the alarms were blaring and you dived underneath a cheap-but-made-to-seem-bourgeoisie coffee table as gunshots echoed throughout. Peaking through the gaps of this stupid coffee table, that’s when you were first able to see her. 

She carried her rifle leaned vertical up against her shoulder, her finger on the trigger and the barrel pointed skyward. She fired shot after shot into the actually-not-marble ceiling, keeping everyone down near the floor. That was the first thing you noticed. The second thing you noticed was her strikingly white hair, perfectly cut, and her blood-red lipstick, flawlessly applied, and her red eyes, which had to be contacts, seriously.

She opened her mouth and a forceful western drawl filled the room, standing out among the pretentious bank scenery like a semi truck in a chevrolet dealership. “Put the money in the bag, sweetie,” she said, to the people behind the metal gratings, to the teller man who now currently held your check in his hand.

The teller man trembled and didn’t do anything. So she snapped her hand through the grating and tore your check from his grasp, and then promptly ripped it to shreds. The teller man then scrambled and started dumping bills into her bag as fast as possible.

The rest of her gang members approached with similar bags, heaping full. The alarm was still going off. She gave each member a once-over with her gaze before nodding and smiling, the whites of her teeth contrasting so sharply with that lipstick of hers.

That made you mad. Real mad. Not only did she just tear your rightfully earned four hundred dollars to shreds (which was going to allow you to avoid getting evicted this month,) but she looked rich while doing. Not even the fake rich like this stupid bank with the flimsy marble tiles and cheap coffee tables.

So, you stood up. You walked over to her. A bunch of guns pointed your direction, but who gave a shit? Certainly not you. You walked right up to her and asked for your four hundred dollars back.

With a wave of her hand, most of the gun barrels were lowered away from you. “What’s that again?”

Your four hundred dollars. The check, you said. You pointed to the many teeny tiny shreds of paper on the ground. That was your rent, you explained, and her bourgeoisie-lookin’ ass just ripped it to shreds. You’d rather not be homeless, so you ask her to give the money back.

The gang members around her laugh. Like, really laugh. One of them points a gun at you but then she hisses a quiet curse and they point it back down again. In the background the alarms are growing louder and louder and you’re pretty sure you can hear the police outside but you didn’t care.

She looks at you. She isn’t angry. No, not angry at all. With a tease of a smile on her face she says, “you. I like you. Gutsy.”

There’s police pounding on the big bank doors that are held shut tight by a huge Omnic that doesn’t seem to be expending much effort at all. You turn and her about your money again.

She fishes through her bag that she got filled by the teller and pulls out several stacks of hundred-dollar bills. She grabs your hand and stuffs them into your grip. She doesn’t let go, though. Instead she gives you a sweeping scan with her eyes, up and down your figure. She’s close to you. You can smell her perfume, which is expensive enough that you can’t even tell what it’s supposed to smell like. Something musky and deep.

Once she’s finished she leans away and lets go. You stuff the bills into your jacket in a way that you hope isn’t so conspicuous. She smiles again. Same pearly whites. She gives you a little wink.

God, she’s hot. Perhaps that shouldn’t be the first thing on your mind right now. The pounding of the police is getting louder. By now they’re probably hitting with the big battering rams. The big Omnic is struggling a bit more to keep his footing. But all you see is her leather jacket and blood red smile and matching eyes.

She speaks again, more of a whisper than anything. “Y’know, I’m free tomorrow night. You can meet me at the bar on the end of south street. Seven o’clock.”

You tell her okay, but she’s paying for the drinks. 

“My pleasure.” She laughs. Then she puts a hand on your chest and pushes you back down to the floor. Then, with perfect precision, she swings her rifle down and fires a shot in between your legs, just shy of your thigh. Then she spins the rifle right back up to her shoulder again. Damn.

Then she’s back to shouting orders at her goons. They all start running in different directions. The big Omnic goes lumbering off with her. The doors burst open, the police shuffle in, but there’s nothing to arrest by the time they quit running around the lobby so they start putting tape all over stuff and questioning witnesses and that’s when you leave.

Back in your apartment you empty out your jacket and the bills start spilling out. It’s more than enough for your rent. Maybe, you wonder, it’s enough that you can afford to splurge on some new clothes by tomorrow night. 

You just hope that next time you’ll be able to afford the privilege of learning her name.