#overwatch drabble

[froggibus]

do u have any ideas for full nelson smut with venture? obsessed with sex rocks! atm 😵‍💫

hey hey! that's so sweet, i'm so glad you liked it! sorry its taken me so long to get to this, i got distracted lol !! thoughts beneath the cut!

sloan would LOVE full nelson. any position where they could manhandle you and show off how strong they are is an immediate yes.

they'll pick you up beneath your thighs and drag you up and down their cock like you weigh nothing, groaning about how much they love to use you and how good you feel clenching around them

totally gets carried away and accidentally stuffs you full of cum >~< you'll be totally overstimmed and fucked out but they'll keep nipping at your neck and begging for just "one more" (its never just 'one' more)

they ESPECIALLY love full nelson when you're being a brat! they get to be totally in control so if you've been a total tease, you're about to get what you deserve. they'll have you crying out and begging for them to let you cum within ten minutes (its honestly impressive)

(sorry this isn't a full length fic! i've never done a drabble before (does this count as a drabble?) but ive had so many Ven reqs i just don't feel very inspired for them atm :( hope this is okay!)

[genjipegger]

GENCIO — SILENCE

summary : it's not every day that lúcio finds himself stuck between a rock and a hard place.

short gencio smut drabble featuring a small handful of kinks.

18+/PUBLIC/TRANS LÚCIO

this short fic is relatively old, and stolen from my ao3, but i wanted to post something so i decided to just throw this out there!

Lúcio’s hands are pressed firm and flat to the wall, back bent to curve his spine beautifully into the steady grasp of cybernetic digits. Oh, how he got himself in this situation, he does not know.

It started as every other mission, the ordinary, the usual. Lúcio had heard of Genji, though never met him in person. Steam had hissed from the sliding door, Athena’s voice a loud overhead beckon to attack. Yet, all Lúcio’s wallriding skills were good for was locating Genji. The second they laid eyes upon each other, it had been settled, and the DJ was fully, entirely captivated. As was the looming ninja on the enemy team. Inseparable, in love. Lúcio didn’t even hesitate to let Genji grab him by the wrists and drag him off from the horrors of battle that continued to rage on behind them. In that moment, nothing mattered, nothing but the sweet caress of his hands and the lull of his accented voice.

Genji’s hips rock against his ass, and he trembles, breathes hard at the cybernetic cock that pushes slowly yet deeply inside of him, the cyborg glued to his back, securing him by the waist. Had it not been for those strong, nimble palms, Lúcio was sure he would have already collapsed. He’s slow and sweet, taking his time, drawing out shy cries from the quivering musician. Every delicate thrust of his hips elicits another moan, Lúcio’s thighs quaking against the steady rock of cybernetic enhancements.

“You feel so good,” a Japanese voice murmurs directly behind his ear, soft and sultry, “you’re taking me so well, Lúcio.”

Footsteps approach, fade, then increase in number. Genji groans, doubles his efforts, ramming his cock deep inside of the hole that takes him so eagerly. Slick pools from where their bodies interject, gradually forming a milky white puddle on the ground. Every time the cyborg pushes back into him, it happens with a lewd, wet sound, Lúcio tightening around him ever so slightly. The DJ curls a hand over his mouth, digs his trimmed fingernails into his skin, presses his palm to wet lips to muffle his ecstatic pleas. Despite his efforts, he is still incredibly loud.

“Shhh.” Genji coos in a guttural growl behind him, scarred lips finding the side of his neck in light, loving kisses. Kisses quickly turn to teeth and tongue, the cyber-ninja working effortlessly to mark him all whilst Lúcio does his best not to make a peep. The ruthless stretch of Genji’s pounding cock certainly isn’t helping, but he cannot find it in himself to complain.

“Genji..” He moans desperately into his palm, eyebrows knitting in a deep furrow over his soft, dark, round eyes. The knot in his stomach pulsates ever so threateningly- as does Genji’s girth between his walls. He grows louder, whiny and frantic, body rocking back against that of the cyborg. The voices that linger behind them slowly disappear altogether, and Genji heaves out a breath, forcing his hips hard against the small man beneath him.

“That was close..” He murmurs, tugging Lúcio impossibly closer by the waist. His thrusts grow erratic and sloppy, no longer caring to draw out the moment. All he wants is to fuck Lúcio to completion.

The vocal DJ notices, and grips the wall with his free hand, releasing the suffocating press over his lips with a loud, relieved moan. The second the presence of people fades, he picks up tremendously in volume, body rocking in fervor in time with Genji’s thrusts, crying and wailing in lewd moans and desperate whimpers. “Genji, I’m so close..”

Genji’s eyes lift, scan the side of his face, then inevitably light up. “You gonna cum for me, my sweet kaeru?” The nickname rolls off his tongue without so much as a second thought, and he moans, growling under his breath as he feels the way Lúcio clamps down on his cock.

“Yes, oh Genji- yes!” Lúcio pants, lips parted as he turns his head sideways to gaze back at Genji, who meets his longing eyes almost instantly. For but a fraction of a second, time seems to still around them, focusing on nothing but the passionate thrill of their bodies locking together in such a dangerous array. Genji finds he cannot hold on for much longer, either.

“Fuck, Lú.. In or out?”

“Please, please inside..”

The cyborg needs not another plea of encouragement. He grips onto Lúcio tight, fucks him so hard against the wall that he starts to press him against it, his body locked between the merciless thrusts of the cyborg and the bricks at his face. All it takes for the DJ is one calculated brush of Genji’s cock inside of him for him to break, the knot in his stomach tipping over to result in what had to be one of his strongest orgasms in a very long time. Stars momentarily dance in his vision as his eyes tip into the back of his skull, releasing all over the stretch of Genji’s cock with a loud cry of his name. Every part of him winces and quivers, and the sight alone is plenty for the cyborg. With Lúcio clamping down on his pulsating girth, he too reaches his end, burying himself to the hilt as ropes of thick cum paint the insides of Lúcio’s pussy.

Heat explodes in his stomach, and the musician mewls, slowly beginning to go slack in Genji’s grasp. He feels full, spent, and exhausted. Genji’s cock throbs lazily inside of him as he rides out his climax, and it takes all of the cyborg’s strength to keep him upright.

“Oh, dear. How am I going to get you back to your team like this?”

[sangoqueenkoko]

i don’t reblog OW fics much atm, but this one stuck in my mind like a bad image

how dare you make this upsettingly good?

Still

「Author’s Note: This features a degree of angst, so be cautious before continuing! A content warning for blood!」

“Hey, can you hear me?” a panicked voice called your name repeatedly, barely audible over the gunshots that flew above overhead. Your body twitched from the position you were in, and words struggled to escape you. Everything sounded so compressed, so muffled, and your ears were ringing. It was difficult for you to determine what was going on by this point, and the voices began to mesh together.

“McCree, that’s enough. Return to your position.” A calmer, feminine voice spoke to the person who previously called your name. You grimaced as a sharp pain shot through your abdomen and you watched as he tried to walk closer towards you both. “That is an order. Go!” 

“Doc, we don’t-”

“Now, McCree! I can’t have you here right now. Cover us! Please!” You blinked your eyes slowly, feeling pain snake its way inside of you, and you whimpered as you felt the doctor shift your body. You let out a cry as you felt your body be lifted from the ground, blurred images of your teammates surrounding you. Hesitantly the male held onto his hat, gritting his teeth before doing as he was instructed.

Wailing in pain, you felt nothing but discomfort as the adrenaline of what happened leave you, and you couldn’t move. Your eyes wandered down to your body, processing what was causing you so much grief as you laid on your back. It wasn’t the smartest for you to do at that moment, as upon further inspection of your body you saw that you had been impaled by a tall, rusted pipe. Crimson trails rushed from the impact wound, creating a thick pool under your person, and your breathing became rapid.

Eyes widening, you screamed, bloodcurdlingly so, as heads turned to you. It didn’t last long, you being on the ground alone, as grunting and screaming could be heard from every which way. The sounds of bodies collapsing was slightly covered by gunfire, all of which sounded the same to you as your hollering brought more towards you. Soldiers awaited further instruction from your position, and as you writhed in pain, you couldn’t make out the hurried footsteps to your direction. 

“You have to stay awake for me, [Y/N], OK?” the doctor comforted, beginning to glow a hue of golden yellow as she placed her hands over your wound, examining the severity of your impalement. “Keep your eyes on me.” Her cerulean hues locked on your [colour] ones, staring intently before she resumed attempting to stabilize the wound. You couldn’t decipher what she meant, where you were, what was happened, and your mind began to spin. Your eyes became dilated, you could barely feel oxygen enter you as other medics came to your side. 

Your skin became cold, your breathing weak but fast, and your lips quivered as a timid hum vibrated on them. “I am here for you, I am right here.” The doctor comforted was slightly clearer than the other persons around you, although she was still a struggle to visualize. Whining, you felt a sudden jerk in your body as tears streamed down your face. Everything was becoming such a haze, too many voices, too many loud sounds. Heat left you, and you felt tight contractions in your lower half of your body. You became tense with every passing moment, and blood rushed from your gaping injury.

“She’s going into shock,” the doctor stated, your vision becoming blurry as more first respondents came to you. You tried to shake your head, to move, to do anything, but any little movement you made inflicted a worse response from your body. Whimpers were the only thing you could manage, and the taste of blood filled your mouth. “My staff.”

Occasionally, a figure would disappear, only to return seconds later with something in their arms to hand to the woman. “Dr. Ziegler.” An exchange of sorts was made, and it confused you even more. The medics began murmuring something you could not understand, making you all the more nervous in your current state. It burned, it hurt, it was agonizing, it was too much. You shouted, trying to move your body, only increasing your pain as tears continued to roll down your cheeks.

Doctor Ziegler came closer to you and watched as now, four medical agents carefully took you in their arms as they lifted you from the jagged pipe. You wept as blood seeped from your opening, and as you moved you saw a brown-haired man attempt to get closer to you, but was quickly held back by others. He shouted your name, and the woman who sought you first yelled something to him, and others chimed in. Though, you could not determine what anyone was saying, what was going on, or why you felt so cold.

It wasn’t until you went limp, collapsing in the hands of the medics, that you recognized the voice. Your eyes glazed over slowly, while still staring to the male as he struggled frantically to break free to get to you. He reached out, his arms extending as far as they could in an attempt to reach you, his shock-crossed expressing watching you. His mouth was agape, screaming your name hysterically as tears left him.

He was the last thing you saw.

[snootlestheangel]

*giggling*

The 141, with help of Nik and a couple friends, are tracking an Anarchist group in the UK. There's been some evidence that they plan on doing something big (and possibly dumb) and that they've gotten their hands on some big weapons.

Theyre just scouting out the base of operations of these guys, just gathering intel.

Price points out one particular guy: big, beefy blonde guy with a thick Scottish accent and very punk grunge aesthetic.

"Must be the ringleader" the captain says and it seems to be true. Everyone watches this guy with curiosity when Soap gasps lightly

"No fucking way" Soap says

"What?"

"He's my fucking ex" Soap replies, shocked and a bit embarrassed in all honesty.

Now I'm just picturing all of them turning to give Soap A Look

Gaz just shakes his head and goes "you have incredibly questionable taste in men"

To which Nik asks Ghost "not offended?"

Ghost: "I've learned the truth hurts sometimes."

[ya-zz]

hazard smut, FULL smut. please. tank u.

!! NSFW under the cut !!

It was hard to deny the feelings you had for the tank. The sleepless nights just thinking about him always landed with you waking up with a mess that you had to clean.

But when you had to share a room with him during a mission, you prayed that your dreams that night wouldn't be as explicit as they usually are.

How wrong you were.

Being in the same room as him only heightened those thoughts. Knowing that he was sleeping on the sofa only a few feet from the bed made your stomach flutter.

Stifling a whimper, you turn over in bed, wanting to hide away from him and your thoughts...

Though, his hands wandered your body, pushing against the sore muscles before he settled against you, chest against your back. His mouth was close to your ear, small grunts echoing and hot breath tickling your lobe.

One of his hands came up to cover your mouth, not wanting to alert those in the next room as his other trailed down your stomach towards your sex. Fingers played with the waistband of your pants before they slipped under.

Findlay chuckled, feeling the heat between his fingers as he played with you, his own bulge pressing against your ass. No words were spoken as he pushes his cock against your entrance. With his hand clamped over your mouth, the moan you let out was muffled.

Teeth sink into your neck as he fucks into you, cock hitting deep as his free hand continues to play with you. The bed creaks with the movement as another muffled whine escapes you.

He doesn't relent, hand moving faster, cock hitting your sweet spot that little bit harder. It takes what strength you have to not scream out as you reach your high, panting breathlessly into his hand as your back arches, a wetness coating your thighs.

The thrusting stops, your body becoming lax as you soon succumb to sleep.

Only when you wake up the following morning, you don't feel as sore as you imagined and instead, Findlay walks past your bed with a smirk... Then it hits you. It didn't happen.

"Must've been a pretty good dream if you were moaning all night."

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KOFI

[letternotekisses]

Bro I cant even think of specifics would you be able to write a Cassidy drabble i need him incredibly bad

save a horse...yk the drill <3 nsfw below da cut

Cassidy grunts softly, chewing on the end of his cigar as you make your way over with a disapproving look on your face, you're shaking your head and grumbling at the sight of his injuries. He could care less about his scuffed up state - not when it was you tending to him. Cole is quick to flick the ash away, chucking the cigar and stomping it out once you reach his side.

Cassidy proudly presents himself to you as if his injuries were a badge of honour, grinning to himself when you fail to keep your stern expression, a small smile gracing your perfect lips. You're quick to cut through the fabric of his shirt to get to the nasty gash beneath, and he exhales through his teeth once your warm palms ghost his skin.

He should feel guilty - really, fantasising about the sweet little apprentice medic just doing her job. But he just can't help himself, shifting a hand over his belt uneasily when his mind starts to wander to deeper territories.

Cassidy wonders if you'd scream for him when he speared you open on his meaty cock, crying out his name as he pins you down with his bulk, grinding into you as you grasp at the cotton of his bedsheets below. He wonders if you'd claw at his back, marking him up and scratching gently at the weathered skin as he bullies the fat tip of his cock into your needy hole.

He'd cup your jaw, holding your chin gently as if to guide you whilst you parted those pretty lips around his shaft. Would you look up at him with watery eyes, fluttering your lashes like the sweet thing you were? Or would you take him to the hilt, gagging messily around his cock like a little slut?

Would you beg for more? Would you drool into his sheets as he holds your thighs apart, watching the way his cock disappears into your hot, wet cunt?

Cole shudders, just the thought of your pretty little pussy enough to have him hardening in his trousers. You're too focused on mending the wound on his side - your touches soft and fleeting. He wants nothing more than to bury his face between your thighs, he wants to eat you out until you're whiny and overstimulated, he wants to hear you complain about the beard burn between your legs the morning after. He wants you--

You suddenly clear your throat, and his honey brown eyes snap to you with the same sleazy gleam you'd grown accustomed to. You gesture towards his side, all immaculately cleaned up and covered with protective dressing.

Cassidy grins, tipping a hat to you with the intent of asking you for a drink later. "Thanks, doc."

[biotic-raptorian-angel]

A-Z Prompts

I've decided to try and keep up with daily writing by doing 1 prompt a day for each ship via the A-Z prompts I came up with below. If you like it or have suggestions for other prompts, please let me know!

Adoration

Bravery

Chivalry

Devotion

Ethereal

Friendship

Glamour

Headphones

Idol

Jukebox

Kingdom

Letter

Moss

Nude

Observation

Paint

Quiet

Rejection

Sea

Turntable

Unanimous

Vermin

Wings

Xenomorphic

Yitten

Zephyr

[peachyyytea]

How they’d fuck you - GN! reader

18+ MDNI

Roadhog, Junkrat and Roadrat x reader head-cannons

Roadhog

- Roadhog is a patient man, he’ll take his time with you

- He can and will make foreplay last for hours until you’re begging him to fuck you already

-BODY WORSHIP

- This man will take time exploring and attending to every single inch of you, making sure you know he loves every part of you

- He loves how you feel around him, no matter what part of you he uses

- Very attentive lover, always checking in to make sure you’re comfy

- he loves to enjoy the moment, he’ll have you there for hours if he can

- Loves loves loves watching you during how you flush or how your hair frames you on the pillow just everything

- Wants to be close to you, loves holding you against him and feeling every inch of you touching him

- He may not be clingy outside the bedroom but boy does he make up for it

-Aftercare is super important to him, always makes sure you’re taken care of and grabs you water and a snack after

- a big cuddler, will cuddle you as you drift off or offer to put on your favourite movie, anything to make you comfy afterwards

Junkrat

- no chill

- as soon as yall start making out hes raring to go

- he’s a sloppy kisser fr fr

- he’d have you a mess within minutes I’m talking drool connecting you mess

- not hugely into foreplay he needs you now and he means right now please please please

- absolutely has to make you laugh every time even if it ruins the moment he’ll get it back again he just loves to see you laugh and flush

- loves to try things you suggest

- he’ll try anything once and if he likes it well it’s a regular occurrence now

- needy as hell

- has to be told how good he’s doing

- loves loves loves to mark you up

- love bites absolutely everywhere

- loves when you give them back too

- definitely a switch but if he tops he’s a submissive top fr

- he loves aftercare, loves to be held and told how good he did

- give him specifics though.. he’s thorough with his need for feedback

- especially if you are experimenting, he needs a play by play of the intercourse rn

- loves to drift to sleep in your arms

Roadrat

- oh boy can they match each others freak

- Roadhog directs Junkrat what to do half the time

- Jamie goes a little bit too fast for Roadie and has to be reminded to slow down;

Has been tied up a few times bc he wasn’t listening — He can’t help it! He needs you both now it’s too much he’s going to explode!

- Mako gets a bit of foreplay and Jamie gets to be bossed around, a win win

- Jamie doesn’t care if he tops or bottoms, this is his favourite team sport!! PUT HIM IN COACH!!! OR IN HIM!!!

- If he can make both of you laugh at the same time then he’s already won

- You’re definitely spoiled too though, between the two of them the next day you are bedridden

- Way too much going on but in a good way

- They love to bicker and make it a competition

- Their make outs are the sloppiest most torturing thing you’ve ever seen, you love it.

- THREE WAY KISSING

- The messiest and hottest shit ever none of you like to be the first to pull away but yall do need to breathe

- They both absolutely love how you sound

- It’s always loud as hell

- Aftercare is the best with these two. Jamie and you can flop onto Mako, who will hold you both close as yall watch tv that or if the vibe is right you talk all night long about real shit frfr

- If you’re even luckier you get Mako lore

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Hellooo~ I haven’t ever posted any writing on tumblr so I hope yall like it! Lmk if you have requests for who to do next :> ~ Peachy

[colemorrison]

"Please don't leave.."

Cassidy's eyes saddened at the sight of Hanzo curled in their bed, eyes just barely peeking out of the blankets. One issue and suddenly the archer felt everything crumbling, his heart hurt, his shoulders felt heavy and it felt like his throat was closing up.

"Why would I ever leave you darlin'?"

At first Hanzo just stared but the cowboy watched those sweet eyes turn wet, and pour tears in the matter of seconds.

"Han.."

These moments felt like a scar, a constant reminder that he was broken and he would never get to be the normal boyfriend Cassidy deserved.

He will forever be a sliver of the person he could've been.

[miaowitch]

Lonesome Ride (18+)

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Read on Ao3 or below !!

Cole Cassidy / GN!Reader (Overwatch 2)

cw ⋆｡‧˚♡ smut, swearing, grinding, power bottom pov, plot what plot, cumming in pants, high tension, canon/reader

summary ⋆｡‧˚♡

You get swept away by the Deadlock Gang, outlaws and violent maniacs. Or are they? Cole Cassidy is your watchful guardian, but you wonder if he even feels anything as you spend countless nights together. Will he ever reach the breaking point?

1.2k words

It was nice to have moments like this. Alone, resting at an inn for the night. It was the only inn you’d seen in days, traveling with the Deadlock Gang wasn’t for the weak. You wouldn’t consider yourself weak, but being abducted by a gang wasn’t in your plans for the month. Cole Cassidy, the young gun criminal, kept his eye close on you. You were technically his, in every sense of the way. 

Not that you hated the concept of a new life, you were practically begging. With a boring life at home, it was easy to imagine a big adventure. This was your big adventure. You wouldn’t admit it, but it wasn’t a bad life. They weren’t the gang of hardened criminals the paper made them out to be. You weren’t bound, just monitored. You weren’t starved or dehydrated, you were treated like a human. 

Which is what brought you to the inn. Instead of camping for the 5th time on low supplies, Ashe directed the gang to a nearby spot her old friend ran. Cole took responsibility for watching you, but you knew he’d much rather be drinking by the fire with the rest of the gang. He stayed in the wooden chair by the window in the room, chewing idly at a lit cigar. You’d gotten used to being in shared company, sharing a horse with the man had gotten you pretty close. 

Being pressed up with your back to his front, bouncing rhythmically with each gallop. The smell of his cigars was familiar now from being so close against him. You might’ve been a little pent up from the repetitive motion, but that didn’t matter. Cassidy hadn’t said much since you’d made it to the hotel. It was…a little awkward. With a free hand, he played at the brim of his hat that rested in his lap, letting his brown hair lay soft around his face. The radio in the room broadcasted a radio show with the occasional news break. It was easy to forget he was an outlaw in moments like this.

You let out a sigh, breaking the silence between the two of you. It was loud enough for him to make a comment. “Bored?” His deep voice inquired. “I guess.” You laid back onto the bed with another sigh. Your legs hung off the side of the bed, swaying slowly with your boredom. “It’s not like you’re being forced to say.” Cole replied, “You’re the one that asked me to bring you along.” It caused a small twinge in your head. He was annoying. His tone was slightly bitter, but you weren’t sure what was up his ass. 

“I know.” You hissed, shooting back up. “No one is asking you to sit in here, I’m not going anywhere.” Matching his frustrated tone, just to watch his expression shift. “Y’know, I’m not askin’ for your damn attitude either. Y’don’t see me crying!” Cole took the cigar from his mouth, resting it between his pointer and middle finger. “In fact, I didn’t ask for you to ride with me either.” He muttered, but you understood. Then, as if to distract you from the first part, threatened. “Maybe I should just pull someone else in to deal with your crazy ass.” Yet a smile had already formed on your face, realizing what was wrong with Cole Cassidy. 

Your fists clenched around the fabric of the quilt laid on the bed. Leaning forward just slightly, you figured you would try something. “What was wrong with riding with me?” Asking that made him tense up. The brim of his hat became clenched in a fist. The hat rested higher in his lap now, holding it tight to hide his tightening pants. “Do you really not want to deal with me anymore?” Standing up, you stood in front of him, as if showing off in your thin sleepwear. “Now..I-I didn’t say that.” He cleared his throat, avoiding your stare and placing the cigar back between his lips.

Stepping closer, you now stood with your knees almost touching the chair he sat on. Standing between his open knees, he now couldn’t look anywhere else. Now, he looked right at you. Hooded eyes, he needed something that he wouldn’t admit to. “Are you okay, Cassidy?” Sharply, he inhaled as you moved away his hat, placing it right on your head. “Couldn’t big bad Cole Cassidy say he wanted to fuck me?” You smile, teasing him as his face flushes with a deep blush. You slowly crawl onto his lap, legs falling on the side of his own.

“Ohh, darlin’....please..” Cassidy begs under your grasp. Thighs placed on either side of his legs, straddling him while putting pressure in the center of his groin. You adjust, grinding up on his coarse jeans. “Please what?” You ask with an innocent tone, keeping quiet for no reason at all. Cole squirmed, looking down between the two of your bodies. Grinding up onto his lap, the thin fabric of your pajamas didn’t leave much to the imagination of what’s beneath his jeans. You let a hand hold onto his shoulder, the other closed the lace curtains behind Cassidy. 

Now his hands gripped onto you, guiding you…using you. His right hand held onto your waist, his left onto your thigh. You let out quiet moans, sensitively twitching each lap you’d make on his hard cock pressed on your crotch. The only reaction he’d given was a furrowed brow while pulling you harder onto his dick. He groaned, laying his head onto the center of your chest. “Gh- Please, don’t stop.” Cole pleaded, his teeth gritted onto the cigar that still sat between his lips.

As if you could stop, with the combined desperation from you and Cassidy’s grasp on you, but it just wasn’t an option. Your speed quickened the longer you went on, teasing at him through the same dusty jeans you’d been grinding against for days now. Cole wouldn’t announce it, but you knew he was close when he started bucking his hips up against you. Startling you, but it’s not as if it was unwelcome. You now held on tighter to keep up with the ride, arousal was intoxicating the two of you, you needed this probably just as much as Cole did. Choking on your name, he repeated it like gospel. As if you were just to be used by his own pleasure, his hands now moved to your ass. Giving him more control with your motion in his firm grasp. 

Combining his forceful moving of your ass against his now throbbing dick, and bucking his hips up; Cassidy’s only thought was finishing you off. Your chest rose and fell quickly against his face that he buried against you, hiding from your teasing smile. Watching him melt under you just grinding against him, watching Cole Cassidy lose himself without even taking his pants off. He moaned out your name in a strained tone, the cigar dropping as he let his guard down. 

His tension melted away under you, fully relaxing while you still sat on his lap. Panting, but not fully satisfied. His head laid back, neck balancing on the back of the table chair. Eyes closed for just a second before cracking one open to look at you. Still looking, hoping he wasn’t done. A sly grin finally cracked on his face, “Look who’s beggin’ now.” He chuckled, grabbing back onto your ass and standing up. Lifting you in his arms, he kissed your quivering lips. Carrying you closer to the bed, and mentally preparing for a long night.

[bumblebeeig]

falling asleep in sloans arms while you both lay in bed together…………. dreamy siiigh

[venture4treasure]

“Of course I dream of more”

Words: 952

Premise: Servant!Reader washes Noble!Venture hair. They have a conversation. 

Warnings: A bit of forbidden love and mutual pining, but otherwise nothing! 

“Lay down,” you instruct, gesturing at the cot – the edge of the bed frame is pressed against a tub of water. 

Venture does as you tell them, tilting their head back into the water. They try to look at you, but you’re a bit too far out of their peripheral vision. 

Pulling over a stool to sit down across from Venture, you dip your hand into the tub of water, it’s a pleasant warm temperature. You splash water onto dry locks of hair before reaching to brush back their bangs, submerging them. You’ve barely done anything and you can see dirt muddying the clear water.

“Thanks for making it warm,” Venture relaxes. 

“As opposed to… cold?” You raise a brow, “why would it be cold”. 

“Some of the other servants don’t bother with warm water,” Venture pouts, “I’m starting to think they hate me”. 

“I’m starting to think I might hate you,” you comment, brushing your hand through their hair and watching debris wash out, “how do you even get so much filth into your hair? Weren’t you supposed to be sword training today?” 

Venture laughs awkwardly. 

“Sloan…” you drawl. 

“Well… I may have been helping out in the mines instead today”. 

“The mines? Isn’t that below your station?” 

“They tell some of the best stories! Besides, father doesn’t need to know”. 

You sigh in disbelief, switching to massaging soap into their hair and head. Venture stops themselves from whatever they were planning to say to lean into your touch. You chase off the silence by humming fragments of a song you heard in passing – it’s not good singing but Venture doesn’t mind, they like to hear your voice. 

“So, do you ever think about doing something different from this?” Venture asks, waving their hand in the air.

“What do you mean?” 

“Like, don’t you ever want to try something different? A different line of work, like being a scholar! God, I wish father would’ve let me just study instead of trying to shape me up into some kind of perfect heir to the family – that’s what Mauga’s gonna be anyways!” Venture groans. 

You chuckle at their whining. 

“No, not really,” you answer, “I don’t think there’s anything else I can do to earn money. I am very lucky and grateful to be doing this in the first place”.

Venture goes quiet, their expression drops into a thoughtful one. They turn over the idea of needing money to live in their mind, it’s a concept so far detached from their day to day life, they don’t really understand it. There was always food if they were hungry, nice clothes for any occasion they could think of, and there was always a roof to go home to. Everything they needed was always there within arms reach.

“If you had the money, what would you do?” Venture wonders, both to you and themselves, “like, a lot of money”.

“I’d find a teacher to show me how to read and write,” you answer without hesitation, “and then… maybe I would travel to different kingdoms. I’d like to dance in those big ballrooms at least once. And… I’d probably find someone who treats me well to settle down with, in a nice and safe house close enough to the city market”. 

Venture glances up at you, taking in your face. Your eyes sparkle dreamily, a soft smile on your lips. Their heart aches at the sight combined with your words. 

You shake yourself out of the fantasy, “but my life now isn’t so bad either, it could be so much worse”. 

“What is your life right now?” 

“Right now, I work for your family, it pays enough to support me. One day, I’ll probably marry someone who’ll want kids, and I’ll try to raise them right…” you slightly cringe at your own reality, “protect them if I have to. I just hope I marry someone decent…” 

“You don’t plan to choose?” 

“I don’t really get a choice,” you shrug, “I have nothing to my name, I’ll probably just marry someone like me. Have kids so there’s someone to support me when I grow old. That’s how it usually goes”.

Venture doesn’t like your answers, they want to see you as happy as you were to share your dream. 

“Sit up a bit please,” you nudge them forward, and Venture pulls their hair from the dirty water so you can rinse out the soap. You comb their hair and lightly scratch their scalp as you clean away the soap. 

“Mann, that feels so nice”.

You make a noise of acknowledgement. 

Finally you’re done with their hair – you always forget how much of a pain it is when it gets dirt tangled in it. You wrap a towel over it so it doesn’t drip onto their clothes. 

“Okay, I’m done”, you announce, getting up to stretch. 

 Venture almost makes a noise of disappointment.

“Hey,” Venture calls out your name lightly, “would you like it if I taught you how to read and write?” 

You turn to face them, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “why?” 

They walk over to you, taking your hands into theirs. 

“Because I think you deserve to have a chance at happiness,” they smile, and there’s so much more they want to say, but they keep it to themselves. 

Your face heats up from the touch.

“Ah-” you stammer, “that would be nice, I’d really like that. Thank you”. 

Venture glows at your reaction, smiling wide. 

“Okay, now help me dry my hair, pleaseee,” they beg. 

“You can do that yourself”.

“I’m going to shake”.

“Do not threaten me,” you shoot back.

Venture holds your stare with determination in their eyes and you falter. 

“Okay, fine!” 

Author’s Note: I realized afterward that this setup doesn’t make sense at all and there’s so many logical issues with the concept but I really wanted to write it anyways. Spare me :( 

Mauga is Venture’s older brother in this. 

I just wanted an excuse to write about Venture’s hair. It’s so fluffy and needs to be appreciated. And they most definitely would shake to dry themselves and splash water everywhere. 

[badyan]

Thought onslaught

"I just!…don’t know…"

"Why are you even questioning this?" his voice was cold and unaffected, but you know he doesn’t mean to be so harsh with you. It’s just his usual state. You still feel like you’re interrupting him though…

"It is your birthday. You humans love your celebrations…sometimes even too much," he adds in a lower tone, scrolling for something in his holopad. "So why should no one care this time?"

You go quiet. The thought about you being the most annoying mopping goof floods your mind again. Second day straight. You know too well he has no intention to sound so cold. But two days with these anxious thoughts boiling up within your head…You don’t even have any strength left to pour him your whole heart out. Especially when he’s like this, all in accordance with his role. Right…You should not try to get in touch with him when he’s working. It’s not about personal, you’ve discussed it already — it’s just like his mind switches into the commander mode. And you’ve lost him till the dead of the night.

"Should’ve known better…" you think to yourself, standing up and leaving him alone. Maybe you’re just too tired. Exhausted, actually. Sleep would be great — especially the part when you can have your mind turned off.

You fall flat, huge pillow embracing your face, soft cool darkness soothing your heated watery eyes. You need to take a time-out of this endless thought onslaught. And you can. But right before your mind completely blurs to sleep, you hear him calling you from the other room.

"Where are you?"

"I’ll nap…a bit…" you only mumble in the dark, voice so small in this yearning silence. You know he heard you. You simply try to brush off new wave of trembling overthoughts and force your mind blank, letting the slumber consume you. You don’t want to mull it all over anymore.

The last thing that came to your mind was Ram as you hear some distant clicking of his vents opening in a sigh. Maybe it would have been much easier if you were an omnic like him, able to switch your dumb fucking anxious head off…That would be awesome, even for a bit…

You dissolve into the sweet oblivion of your dreams, now blank, peaceful. Perfect void for your disheartened heart to hide…

…that was until you got scared awake by the sudden noise of fire alarm. Annoying loud beeping was coming from the kitchen, where you immedeately rushed, almost falling because your socks slipped on the smooth floor tiles. You even felt your spine crack from how awkwardly you moved, catching your balance back — but the sight in front of you was worthy of that.

You arrived at the same moment his hand teared the fire alarm detector off the ceiling, crushing it to crunch straight away just to shut the damn thing. He moves frantically, aggressively even, as if this poor alarm could pose a danger to him and all his beloved ones.

Ramattra stands beside the stove awkwardly, oddly slouching and staring at you back silently. The whole scene was so chaotic and so sudden that it makes you both just freeze on the spot, taking a second to comprehend the what-tha-fuck moment. You blink sleepily, taking in the way he stands strangely in the middle of house equipment’s murder scene. He was never jealous of other machines that surround you daily…

Although his pose deceives him badly. Yes, of course it’s usual for him to lower his head like this indoors since he is too large for your cute little kitchen ( or better say, your cute litte kitchen is too small for his full-height posture ) — but right now you sense something off in the way he clumsily stand there, gripping the edge of the countertop, watching you intently with a hint of…guilt?

A deer in the headlights, a little boy who goofed around too much and is now trying to escape getting grounded, quickly eliminating all the evidence of his goofball deeds — that’s what you see in the kitchen instead of your lovely ravager boy. This confounded pose and the way he don’t know where to look to escape your shoked gaze, letting the awfully long foolish pause give him away even more…it’s so obvious that he’s hiding something from you, it makes him sick with embarrassment.

And the more he tries to cover it up, the more it makes your lips curl into a silly smirk. You already know what’s going on — but the view…is charming.

"What?…" was all you can mutter carefully, tone already mischievous.

"Nothing." even his own vocaliser deceives him, pure confusion is evident in his tone. He can only thank the Iris that his faceplate can’t blush, otherwise he would be all red at the moment.

"Why?" your cheeks start to hurt from how big of a smile you have as you point at the poor fire alarm debris in his fist.

"It…it could have waked you up. It did." he objects, though knowing that his arguments sound lame.

"It was doing its job!" you chuckle "It’s the least it could do since big boy commander can’t deal with some mundane human cooking…" you taunt and he lowers his head in shame. He had no time to get rid of the smell of burned food before you rushed over…

You can’t resist this adorable goof. Giggling heartedly, you gesture him to move out of the way. He hesitated for a moment, before he slowly steps to the side, letting you to the stove. There it is — a whole pan of veggies and burned down tomato sause, seasoned with your favourite herbs. All burned, too. You hear his back vents clicking open as he watches you examining the remains of what meant to be your own specialty pasta…

But oh, how his circuitry melts when he’s met with your smile, pure joy shining in your sleepy eyes despite the meal being totally ruined. He freezes, afraid to scare off the moment, finding himself forgetting how to pronounce words. Instead he just stares at you, hoping you’ll read straight from his eyes all the things his soul speaks but his vocaliser can’t yet. At the back of his mind, he sometimes wishes he could have the same deep, gorgeous eyes, just like you, as a human, have…Eyes that can talk louder than any voice or gesture or body language could muster. That would be wonderful, just a bit of this charm any human was born with…

"You sweetheart…" you murmur, gently leaning on him, hugging, snuggling, feeling how his hands wrap around your whole body in his big bear’s embrace, incredibly soft and careful for a creature of steel…your head cradled against his chest and he is nuzzling your hair from up above, planting a silent omnicode kiss.

"You remembered my pasta…"

"Of course I have…I wanted to make you your favourite"

"You remembered my comfort food recipe…to make it for me…"

"… and I burnt the whole meal."

"You! remembered!! and wanted to make!!! for me!!!! and almost cooked!!!!!" you laugh and it fills him with the warmth he has never known.

Perhaps, this is what home feels like…

"So…you’re not mad? Even though I totally screwed it up?"

"Not at all, hun. But I would if we won’t cook it together now." your mischievous smirk is making him thank the Iris again for not being able to blush.

He is enamoured.

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@statuetochka, @t3chborb silly Rama food is ready!!! fluff flavoured, because my birthday is coming next wednesday, anxiety is getting me and Rama is my babe therapy

[hunterssm00n]

Nature of the Beast

Yandere! Stalker! Soldier 76 au

It's only natural to free the animal...

*cw include stalking, yandere behavior, obsession, talks of abduction, and cliffhanger*

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hunterssm00n © All rights reserved by me. I do not allow this work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

He’s watching me.

I know he’s there. I don’t need to see him to be sure; I can sense his presence, just like I know he can sense mine. It sounds dramatic as hell, but it’s like we’re connected, somehow. He knows me, just like I know him, intrinsically and without any other explanation. Even though we’ve only known each other a short time, that’s how it is.

He’s always watching. I can barely walk down the street or turn a corner without feeling his gaze on me.

I feel it especially now, sitting in my car outside of my apartment complex. It was a constant game; can I make it into the safety of the doors of my building before he catches me? He hadn't been so bold as to enter my home, yet. My one safe place, though I don't doubt at all that he has watched my windows from his own safe space in the shadows. He also hasn't seriously attempted to capture me, either, but every day I know he is growing more and more impatient. Every day, I wonder if this will be the day that he finally snaps; the day he finally decides to just go for it. 

What will he do to me once he finally catches me? I have no idea. As much as I don't want to admit it, I am drawn to him, as well. Who is he? What is it about me that has him so damn obsessed? 

What does he truly want from me?

The fact that this has been my nightly ritual for the past few weeks is almost inhumane. Is this how animals feel when they’re being hunted? I dart through the parking lot like a scared rabbit, and I know the wolf is watching; waiting for the perfect moment to attack. 

My breath comes out in quick puffs as I run quickly but carefully across the slick pavement, practically feeling his hot breath on the back of my neck.

Almost there. I cuss inwardly at my landlord for giving me one of the farthest parking spots away from the complex - telling me it’s because I’m young and spry! 

Somewhere nearby a car alarm goes off, and my steps falter as I whip my head around to see where the noise is coming from. 

That’s a mistake. 

He’s on me in an instant, his warmth engulfing me. I sense it even before he grabs me, and he does so with a full body capture that has my breath whooshing out of my chest as he tightly pulls me back against his hard body. One large hand comes up to cover my mouth, and the moment I feel his arms wrap around me, I seize up, fight or flight kicking in overdrive, and I begin struggling in his too strong grip, but to no avail. My cry of surprise is muffled by his gloved palm, his big hand practically engulfing the lower half of my face, and I lurch in his arms to try and throw him off balance. I am no match for him. He's too... everything. Too strong, too fast, too prepared for this.

And I know now that he has me exactly where he wants me. 

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this is an excerpt from what will be a full length story on ao3 - link will be provided soon

I do not own the song ‘Nature of the Beast' by My Darkest Days. The above pictures are from pinterest and there’s a link attached to the original post.

[ya-zz]

Hi, I was wonder if you can make a fic for hazard cervix fucking fem!reader? (I’m borrowing this idea from queenofcups)

!! NSFW under the cut!!

His hands were locked onto your hips, fingers and thumbs digging into your skin, bruising the tissue underneath, but despite your whines and your whimpers, he would not let go.

With every thrust, he slams you back down against his hips, his cock hitting almost too deep inside of you. You could feel the bruising already forming as you gripped the bed sheets, unable to hold onto the tank fucking you.

Findlay lifts your hips and slams into you once more, watching the way your face contorts in pleasure as he hits your cervix with the head of his cock. The pain and pleasure mingling into one as he keeps going.

"Fin- P-Please.." You can barely manage to get the sentence out before the tank comes down and presses his lips against yours. Hungry and wanting. His tongue flicks against yours, teeth then sinking into your bottom lip as he continues his assault on your cunt.

One hand finally lets go of your hip, the relief flooding through before another roll of pleasure rocks your body. His fingers press and rub gentle circles over your already sensitive clit as you moan into his mouth. Tilting your head away for air, you gasp and writhe underneath him.

"Look at ya." He coos softly, though his movements are anything of the sort.

He pulls his hips back slowly, watching as you catch your breath before he snaps his hips back once, then twice, enjoying the way you scream for him.

He removes his other hand and snakes it under your back, pulling you flush against his chest. You're hot, slick with sweat. Hands scramble to hold onto his shoulders, nails scratching against his back as your second orgasm snaps. Your teeth sink into his neck which causes the tank to growl as he slowly pulls his hand from your sensitive bundle of nerves before chasing his own high.

He presses you into the mattress, his cock continuously hitting your cervix until his thrusts start to become sloppy. With one final thrust, he buries himself inside of you as thick ropes of cum paint your insides. His head nuzzles into the crook of your neck as he sucks another hickey into your skin.

Panting and sweating, he peels himself from you but there's that glint in his eyes as he pulls his hips back and pushing back inside of you, slowly starting a gentle rhythm.

He's not quite done yet.

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KOFI

[letternotekisses]

my masterlist! 📌 about me

OVERWATCH

MAUGA 

CASSIDY 

HANZO

REAPER 

DOOMFIST 

LUCIO 

RAMATTRA 

ROADHOG 

REINHARDT 

GENJI 

JUNKRAT 

BAPTISTE 

LIFEWEAVER 

SIGMA 

JUNKER QUEEN 

MOIRA 

ASHE 

HAZARD

SOMBRA

OUTLAST / WHISTLEBLOWER / TRIALS

FRANCO BARBI 

LELAND COYLE 

MOTHER GOOSEBERRY 

BIG GRUNT 

SLASHERS / DEAD BY DAYLIGHT

THE TRAPPER

THE DEATHSLINGER

THE HUNTRESS

CALL OF DUTY

GHOST 

GAZ 

SOAP