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A hum left your parted lips as you felt your hips being raised. With vision blurred by sleep, you opened your only by a fraction, not particularly wanting to be blinded by the sunlight that began to pour through the gaps in the curtains. You stretched your back, sitting upward as the covers fell from your clothed chest, rubbing your tired eyes.
“Mm, Hanzo.” You whimpered as his teeth sank into your inner thigh, sure to leave a mark to be discovered later in the day.
You lifted the blankets, leaning back on one hand as said man’s hands rubbed at your hips, massaging your tender skin, decorating your upper and inner thighs with open-mouthed kisses, the sensation sending shivers up your spine as the tip of his nose brushed against where you wanted his mouth the most. You moved the covers from over his head, letting them rest on his broad shoulders, running your fingers through his silk-like hair.
“Quit teasing.” You pouted, your face heating as his eyes captured yours in a lustful and unwavering gaze, your heart thumping in your chest; you knew that look very well.
“Don’t worry. We’ll get to that.” His voice was low and raspy, laced heavily with sleep, as he spoke, his fingers ghosting under your shirt, his touch barely noticeable, “Let me take care of you.” He gave a soft smile as he noticed your elbow slowly buckle, bringing your forearm to rest against the mattress.
You held your breath as his lips grazed your clothed core, your muscles tightening in building anticipation, awaiting his next move. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, locking his arms around your hips as he began to peel off your undergarments, the cool morning air meeting your heated skin, causing you to quickly inhale at the sudden change of temperature, but it was soon forgotten as his lips came in contact at your lower stomach, moving closer and closer to your patiently waiting need for him.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He hummed before his tongue met your core, your cheeks flairing up in a blush as he had his way with you, pleasuring you sweetly, music playing quietly — first unnoticed by you until your senses were set alight as continuous waves of delight crashed over you.
Question: Ya still there Teru? Taking a tiny break?
Yes, I am! I’m sorry for suddenly going M.I.A. I had been dealing with family problems and my depression and I decided to take a step back. Loss of writing inspiration has definitely taken a toll on me. I love to write and I especially love it when I see the sweet reactions you give, it makes me want to work harder and add more to the short stories. I have a few drafts written at the moment, I’ve been nitpicking them like crazy these past couple of weeks (I’ve been adding more, taking away, etc. I just want the work I put out to show my effort). Thank you for being patient, it really means a lot and helps a lot when trying to figure everything out 💕
I know there’s a lot of tension after Tumblr’s new policy annouced for December 17th, but reblog this if you aren’t leaving Tumblr so that other blogs can know they aren’t going to be completely alone!
His eyes were met with the red, digital numbers on the clock, the ‘2:18am’ burning into his eyes as a sigh let his lips — another night of seeing the clock so early, being awaken by nightmares. His eyes fell to his lap, clenching his fist above his heart as he sat up, his mind racing in the suffocating darkness of the room. His heart was practically beating out of his chest and his breath was nonexistent as he did his best to calm himself without waking you. His fingers trembled as scenes from his nightmare plagued his mind — ones of him losing everything he ever loved or cared for, losing you. His chest ached as a the vivid images refused to leave, keeping him up, leaving him unable to sleep as he worried about the worst; if the scenario of the dream ever came true.
“Genji?” You sleepily asked, your voice thick with exhaustion as you rolled over to face him, your hands taking hold of his, your tender touch easing him, “Did you have another one?” Your voice was soft as you looked up at him, making out his silhouette.
He simply nodded, his eyes refusing to meet yours, swallowing the saliva that pooled under his tongue, the room seeming to be closing in on him. Adrenaline pulsed through his veins as his eyes skipped around the room. He relaxed into your touch, your presence helping him take a deep breath, his rapid heart rate slowing to a normal speed.
“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked, moving closer to him as you sat up, “What was it about?” You rested your hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance as he laid his head on your shoulder, burying his face into your neck, the faint scent of your bath soap comforting.
“It’s just…” He paused, gathering his thoughts, “It was about everything falling apart. Something happened and I was all alone in the middle of a field — where the headquarters stood.” He gulped.
“What happened?” You leaned your head against his.
“Reyes and Morrison had a fight… there was a bomb and everything was gone… you included.” His voice was barely audible with his last words, his mouth running dry at the thought.
You placed your hands on his cheeks, your forehead pressed to his, “I’m sorry you had such a bad nightmare. I wish I could take them away.” You closed your eyes for a moment, “Please know that it won’t come true. Reyes and Morrison are like brothers, something terrible would have to happen before those two cause something major.” You smiled, further calming Genji from the terror filled dream that had wrecked havoc on his mind.
“Promise?” His eyes met yours, a hint of playfulness in his amber irises.
“I promise.” You let out a chuckle, slouching forward.
He hummed, closing the short distance between your lips, connecting his mouth to yours in a sweet kiss — one that always seemed to make your heart flutter like a teenager experiencing their first kiss. The corners of your lips curved up as Genji placed a hand at the back of your neck. The kiss was slow and sloppy, neither of you entirely awake as you both had eased down beneath the blankets, soaking in the heat trapped beneath the fabrics.
“I love you.” He murmured as he pulled away, his arms wrapping around your waist, keeping you against him as he laid back into his pillow.
“I love you too.” You yawned out, tears filling your waterline before dissipating before your head fell to your own pillow, soon succumbing to sleep as the warmth of the bedding surrounded you, helping you drift of, unconsciously pushing yourself into Genji, earning yourself a kiss on the forehead before he too joined you in realm of slumber.
Me: I hate writing on tumblr because it always crashes before I go to save and everything gets deleted!
Also me: I’m gonna write on tumblr. It’s going to be easier to post since I don’t have to transfer it over!
Tumblr: *crashes before I saved*
#i was writng a McCree nsfw and tumblr decided it didnt want it #im so frustrated #lmao #i loved it so much and i was so excited about it #guess i gotta try and remember key points because i dont want to let it die #why do i expect lol #tumblr didnt like the mccree sin #also thank you for 600 followers 💕💕
You first met when he was terrorizing your town, searching for a meal after being starved for months — he needed relief. You had offered yourself, your kind nature showing as you had lifted your wrist, gesturing for him to drink. It was that day where you made a deal with him; he will only drink from you and leave your town alone in return.
You hadn’t treated him as if he were a monster or some sort of puppy, you treated him as a human being — something he truly missed. You’d smile at him, no signs of fear traced on your face as you’d speak to him during your weekly meetings, making small talk about how your week was. You soon began to talk about deeper subjects, speaking to him as if he were a close friend.
After a few months, he began to take notice of how strange he felt when around you; had your blood made him sick? He didn’t know, but it was a possibility. Without a second thought, the next time you were supposed to meet, he hadn’t shown up, leaving you in confusion. Had something happened to him? You returned to the meeting place, waiting for him to show — if he didn’t, you’d go back home and return the next week.
His chest felt heavy as the day would pass, a sensation he hadn’t felt in decades — a feeling once forgotten, but now in bold. His yearned for you in a different way from when his hunger arose. This was not a desire for your blood, it was for you in general. Being away from you made him worry; what if something happened? He wants to protect you… he wants to love you.
He had stayed at the meeting place until the next week came around, silently hoping you’d show after the couple months of his disappearance into his castle. When he caught sight of you, he quickly stood, the feeling of excitement pooling in his stomach as you met eyes, your kind smile making one mirror on his lips. “You’re here!” You had exclaimed, your smiling growing. The feelings Reaper had for you had became mutual — you shared them as well; it was the only reason you continued to show when he didn’t, in hopes of seeing him just once more.
You had started the cycle once again, but this time, you were meeting more than twice a week, no longer was it about feeding his deadly hunger, but to enjoy each other’s company. You learned more about him, what he was like before he was turned and what he is like now — two polar opposites, practically night and day — , but it didn’t put a halt to the thumping in your chest.
He was shy about saying how he felt, so you were the one to confess first. It honestly caught him off guard, how could someone so amazing feel love toward a monster like him?
He loves you with his entire being. Nothing would ever come before you; if you had a child together, they’d be a close second — he couldn’t live without you. You practically have him wrapped around your finger.
Reaper loves to be beside you — not holding you close and taking up all your time, but being able to hold your hand as he read one of the novels that was in the untouched library of the castle. He loves to run his fingers through your hair and to just feel your presence beside him is a blessing in his eyes.
He hates the thought of pulling you away from your life, but you reassured him, telling him you wouldn’t want it any other way — you were happy when you were with him.
You had brought up the subject of him turning you, but it was instantly shut down with the comment of “I don’t want you to suffer the way I do”. You could see the pain in his eyes, you didn’t want him to be alone. “I want to be with you forever. I love you.”
It took quite a bit of convincing, almost two years worth before he considered it. The only reason why he agreed was due to you falling severely ill. He couldn’t heal you or take you to the nearest hospital. He had no other choice and he refused to sit back and watch you deteriorate over time.
Reaper would lay his life on the line for you. He would go through any torture to make sure you were okay. He’d take a wooden stake through his chest if it meant you would remain unscathed. He couldn’t live with himself if he let you get hurt when it could have been prevented — similar to the time when you burnt your hand of the stove.
You would be the one to bring up children, he’d be the one to bring up marriage. If neither of you wanted either, you were both content. You didn’t need a golden ring on your finger to signify your relationship, your love for each other was proof enough.
Whenever you shower, always be ready for him to join you. It may never escalate to anything heated, but if you ever tell him you want to shower alone, he will completely respect your wishes. If he notices you stressing, he will most likely draw you a bath, adding in bubbles, salts and some essential oils to help relax you — once you get out and are all dried off, he may even give you a massage and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.
He’s not one to rush into a sexual situation, you both have all the time in the world and more. He likes to take it slow, showing you how much you mean to him as he takes him time when pleasuring you.
If you ever have an argument, he will most likely distance himself for the day, not wanting to further irritate you. Neither one of you would be the one to apologize first. It was common around the time you go to bed to hold each other close is a mural silence before saying sorry for the argument and coming to an understanding.
Having bad days are common, so please know that he will shower you with love. You want your favorite sweets? Already done. Flowers will be in a vase on your beside table with a sweet love note written in cursive along side of them. He would watch your favorite movies with you, even the cheesy ones he despised greatly. Anything to help cheer you up.
He loves pressing gentle kisses to your forehead as you sleep, his arms around you. In his eyes, you are the unobtainable perfection everyone desires — you are perfect and he wouldn’t change a single thing about you (unless it was changing your last name to his, but he’s fine if you don’t, it won’t ever shift his feelings toward you).
Even though he absolutely hated the thought of turning you into a bloodthirsty vampire like himself, he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of eternity beside you, going through whatever the world had in store for you both together.
You groaned, rolling onto your back, your arms stretching out in search of your lover, only finding the bed to be cold. You sat up, your sight clouded with sleep as you glanced around the room, not finding the white haired woman. You peeled away the sheets, your feet making contact with the cool floor, pulling a hiss of discomfort past your lips as you walked toward the open bedroom door, a dim light shining in the kitchen just down the hall.
Your footsteps were near silent, the only giveaway of your movement was the shifting floorboards that creaked softly under your weight. You rubbed your eyes, adjusting them to the light as you stepped out of the hallway.
“So this is the next mission, huh?” A masculine voice asked, one you had heard many times, but were never able to put a name to it.
“It’s simple. All we have to do is go through here,” Elizabeth spoke, her words followed by the sound of pen on paper, “Take out the guards and follow this path.”
“Liz?” You sleepily called out, your hand against the wall as you steadied yourself, “Why are you up?”
The said woman lifted her head, her harsh eyes softening as she caught sight of you, “I should be askin’ ya the same thing,” She stood from her seat before addressing the Deadlock members that took place around her, “Excuse me for a moment.” She removed herself from the room, pulling you along with her back into your shared bedroom, her hand placed at your hips, her fingertips dipping under your shirt, grazing against your skin.
You shivered against her faint touch, “Why are you up? Can’t this wait till morning?” You grasped her hand, looking into her eyes, “I miss going to bed with you. You’re always out on missions or with the gang… can’t you just spend one night with me? Please?”
You didn’t want to guilt her, but you truly did miss her presence at night. When she wasn’t laying beside you, your mind would wander off to the worst possibilities of where she would be. Kidnapped? Arrested? Or even worse, dead? You could barely stand it. It hurt not to have her beside you during the night. It hurt knowing she was out, exposed to danger at every moment. You feared that she may never return home.
“Okay. Let me tell them to leave and you have me for the rest of the night and morning.” She sighed, taking hold of your chin between her thumb and forefinger, pulling you into a sweet and tender kiss before she moved away, “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
You only nodded as she left the room, sitting down at the foot-end of the bed, your legs dangling as you awaited her return patiently.
“Hey, Ashe. That girl ya got there is quite the beauty.” One of the newer recruited gang members commented, a chuckle leaving him — obviously amused with his own words.
The white-haired woman’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance. She reached into her boot as he turned away, making conversation to the other members about her significant other, pulling out a dagger and throwing the weapon, letting it slice through the air, skimming his cheek and landing in the wall; instantly capturing their attention.
“Make a comment like that again and next time I won’t miss.” She said lowly before moving her hair out of her face, “Remember this for tomorrow because we’re done here tonight.”
“Oh, I guess she got you wrapped around her finger, huh? Who’s the top?” The same recruit smirked as everyone stood, shuffling out of the apartment one by one.
“When you hear her screaming out my name tonight, you’ll have your answer.” Elizabeth snickered, pulling the dagger out of the wall, “Now get out.” She said, pointing to the door with the weapon in hand, which the recruit followed without another word.
“Liz?” Your voice was soft as you watched her open the door, setting her hat down on the dresser beside the door.
She remained quiet as she walked forward, standing between your legs, pressing her lips against yours in a needy kiss, her lipstick smudging across your lips as she placed her hand at the back of your neck, tilting her head to deepen the kiss further, her tongue running across your bottom lip, parting your lips and entering your mouth. She explored your mouth, for what felt like the first time, rediscovering every part, moaning in contentment against your lips.
“I missed this.” She said as she pulled away, pushing you backwards onto the bed, her eyes following as your sleep shirt raised and exposed the tops of your thighs, making her mouth water with desire, “I missed you.”
“Well, you have me now.” You hummed, grabbing her vest and yanking her down.
She held herself above you and your legs instinctively went around her waist. You brought her into a kiss, the lip-lock holding so much passion and need as your lips moved in sync, drinking in the presence of one another as her hands roamed your body. She slipped her hands under your shirt, her chilled palms pressed flat against your belly, causing you to jolt at the sudden change in temperature.
Elizabeth slowly lifted your shirt, exposing more and more of your torso until she pulled it off of you, throwing it over her shoulder before she connected her lips to the side of you neck, peppering your skin with kisses, nipping at your sweet spot, making you roll your hips, craving more of her touch. As she sucked galaxies into your neck, her hands massaged your breasts, groping at your chest, pinching your nipples between her fingertips, her lips brushing against your collarbone as she heard your breath hitch with excitement.
“Tell me what you want, Doll.” Ashe whispered lowly into your ear, making a heated blush rise in your cheeks.
“I want you. I need you.” You gasped as she encircled her lips around your hardened bud, her tongue toying with it as her eyes met yours in the dark; you could practically feel the lust that radiated off of her as she touched you, one of her hands lowering to your panties as her other hand toyed with your unattended breast.
A muffled curse left your lips as her teeth and tongue marked your chest and her hand cupped your core, the heel of her palm flush against your clit, causing your thigh muscles to tighten at the contact. You murmured her name as she began to roll her wrist. You wanted her touch. You needed it more than anything else in this moment.
Quickly, the position was changed and you found yourself grasping the headboard as Elizabeth situated herself beneath your spread thighs, her heated breath meeting your core as she exhaled. Your eyes met hers for a second, earning a charming wink from her before you tore your gaze away in embarrassment. Her mouth connected to the soft skin of your inner thighs, leaving small kisses in her wake before her nose brushed against your clit, making you stiffen as her tongue licked a stripe through your panties.
“More.” You gripped the headboard as she began her work, her tongue running over your folds before her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking through the thin fabric.
With a swift finger, she moved your panties to the slide, gliding her tongue through your pooling essence, coating her tastebuds with your sweetness. You let out as low moan as the tip of her tongue delved into your entrance. Your thighs flexed at either side of her head as she ate out all you were as you lightly ground against her face, her arms keeping you locked in place as she devoured you.
“Liz…” You gasped as you felt her finger round your entrance before in dipped inside of you, pumping it slowly as she returned attention back to your clit, a hum leaving her as one of your hands tangled in her hair as the delicious tightening began in your lower abdomen, “Fuck…”
She moved her fingers, massaging the spot that made your toes curl and stars fill your sight. Your hips stuttered and you leaned forward, the pressure of your oncoming orgasm becoming unbearable as you came, throwing your head back with a silent scream, Elizabeth’s skillful mouth and fingers easing you through your climax before you relaxed above her.
“God, you taste so sweet, Doll.” She hummed as she liked your essence off her fingers, releasing them from her mouth with a satisfying pop.
“Don’t say things like that.” A blush warmed your cheeks as you looked down at her, her eyes meeting your own before she pushed you back onto the mattress, a soft ‘oof’ falling from your lips.
She reached over to the bedside table, pulling open the top drawer and taking out a phallic object and a small bottle, “On your hands and knees,” she instructed you as she popped the cap off on the bottle of lubricant, spreading a generous amount on the dildo as you readied yourself with your ass in the air, your head resting on a pillow, awaiting her next move.
You clenched your thighs as you felt the silicone press against you, easily slipping inside of you, causing you to let out a breathy sigh as it stretched your inner walls. Elizabeth began to thrust the toy in and out of your entrance, biting her lip as she watched your reactions to her touch; placing a open-mouthed kiss on the base of your spine as she pleasured you.
“Fuck! Liz!” You cried as she rounded your clit with her thumb, your hands fisting the sheets as you clamped your eyes shut, various erotic sounds toppling from your lips.
“Just like that, baby girl.” She spoke in a seductive tone that only added to the heat that pooled between your legs, “You’re not allowed to come until I say so.” She purred into your ear, planting a kiss on your shoulder as she pushed the toy further inside of you, her thumb speeding up the circles.
“Shit! Ah! Elizabeth!” You began to fold in on yourself as Elizabeth took in the shameless sight before her; you, with your ass in the air, trembling as she pleasured you with a rather large dildo, pulling the most sinful noises from your vocal cords, “I-I can’t-“
Your whole body shook as your nerves exploded into ecstasy, a jumble of words leaving you as you were turned into a blabbering mess, your chest heaving as you did your best to regain the breath you lost as your vision clouded. Your essence dripped out from between your legs as you squeezed the pillow, a bead of sweat rolling down your back.
“I love you.” You mumbled, your legs weak as you moved to face her, “I love you so much.” You pulled her down to lay beside you, your arms wrapping around her waist, pressing your forehead against her chest as she placed soft kisses to the top of your head, her arms coming to wrap around you as exhaustion consumed you whole.
You hummed, swaying your hips as your eyes met the ones of your reflection as you stood before the mirror in black lace lingerie. You bit your lip, your hand dragging up your side, following the natural curve of your body, a smirk finding home upon your face as a simple, but exciting idea popped into your mind.
With one swift stride, you took a step away from the full-body mirror, no longer gazing at your scantily clad self. The sound of the shower filled your ears, along with soft singing you assumed was coming from your lover as he cleansed himself of a days work. You made way to the bedroom closet, opening the door as quietly as possible and reaching inside, taking hold of a hanger which held the piece of clothing you desired most; Jack’s signature jacket.
You slipped your arms through the sleeves as you put it on, the material swallowing your torso whole. The seams on the shoulders were midway up your bicep and the length of the jacket itself was grazing your thighs.
“Perfect.” You grinned, your mind wandering to naughty places as you lit a candle or two, placing them apart from each other before you spritzed yourself with perfume, the sweet and alluring scent intoxicating your senses.
The raining water had stopped from within the bathroom and the metal rings that hung up the curtain was heard as he stepped out.
You imagined Jack dripping with water, the droplets cascading down his bare skin, begging for you to gather them on your tongue as if you hadn’t had a drink in days. You squeezed your thighs together, doing your best to distract yourself as he dries himself off.
You situated yourself on the perfectly-made bed, the mattress sinking under your weight as you patiently waited for the bathroom door to open and reveal the older man in all his glory; you couldn’t wait to pull him onto the bed and straddle him, you couldn’t wait to pull groans from his lips as you ground down on him as you whispered nothing but filth into his ear. Oh, you were excited.
You heard the metallic click of the doorknob moving open, your eyes meeting the crystal blues of Jack. He smiled softly at you before his eyes drank in your attire, causing him to swallow the saliva that suddenly pooled under his tongue. He cleared his throat, a faint blush dusting his features as he did his best to seem unfazed; boy, was that a difficult task.
You rose to your knees, the cuffs of the jacket falling past your wrists as you lifted a had, using the “come here” motion to bring him closer. Jack followed, only in a pair of black boxer briefs, and he sat down, his skin and hair still damp from his shower.
“What’s this?” He asked, his voice raspy as he leaded forward, lust beginning to cloud his eyes.
“Hmm? Oh, just a little surprise for you,” You sat down on your calves, your finger hooking under the thin band of lace, giving it a gentle tug; your actions not going unnoticed, “Do you like it?”
“Like it? I love it.” He went to push you down to the bed, but you made the first move quick, pressing him flat against the sheets as you took place on top of him, your crotch flush against — the only barrier being undergarments — as you gave an experimental roll of your hips.
Jack bit his bottom lip, containing the delicious sounds tha would slip past those lips you wanted to bruise so badly with your own. You dragged your hands up his torso before raking them down his skin, feeling his muscles contort under your touch.
“I want to hear you.” You stated, your hips rocking once again.
“Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?” He asked, propping himself up on his elbows as his breath hit your neck, causing you to stiffen, “Let me take of you tonight. You look so sexy in my jacket… shit, I just want to ravish you.” His eyes were practically begging you.
“Fine, but next time I’m the one in charge.” You nipped at his ear before you fell to the mattress, Jack coming up between your parted legs.
I’m sorry I haven’t written anything lately. Once again, I’ve been struggling to write. I had written a piece I was really proud of finished and I asked a friend if they could proof read, but they nitpicked it all. At one point they pretty much told me it was garbage and so I deleted it because I had lost confidence in my writing while hearing their words. It really hurt to hear. It honestly made my depression come in full swing again, but now I’m better.
Recently, I had gotten two guinea pigs and they’ve been helping me get my schedule together and they’ve actually inspired me to write in a weird way.
These past two weeks, I’ve been writing longer stories! As I’m writing this, I have a Soldier: 76 one in progress (and I’m literally in love with it… is that bad to say? Lol) and I also have a full story for Taking Back My Love in the works. I told myself that before I start anything else, I will finish these because I’ve never actually finished a story before, but I’m so excited over these two that I can’t wait to post them!
I hope you understand and I know this is a common thing to see on my blog, but in the new year I plan to post more! I’m going to take these next two months as a little practice (im not sure what word to use lol) for the upcoming year! Thank you all for not sending rude messages about me not posting, it honestly helped me get back on track!
Question: Widowmaker and Sombra at the beach with their male s/o who is built more like a strongman than a body builder and is slightly insecure but covers it up with sarcasm and joking. Also sundresses 😍 I am a fuckin sucker for sundresses
Rating: All Audiences
She didn’t understand why you were insecure; you looked perfect to her. She doesn’t care if you are the most muscular man or if you were a twig.
She loves your body no matter what. She loves to be to run her fingers over your arms and feel your muscles, letting out a content sigh when there was a little squish.
Amelie lounged on a beach chair the breeze blowing against her sundress, sunglasses over her eyes as she watched you pull off your shirt, taking in your body. She loved seeing you nude behind closed doors, but with you just in swim trunks, something about it excited her. Just knowing that she’s seen you without them many times made her rub her thighs together. She wanted to take you into a nearby changing room and have you right then and there.
“What is it?” You asked her, t-shirt still in hand.
“Nothing, cherie. Just admiring you.” She moved her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose, seduction glazing her eyes.
You cleared your throat, rubbing the back of your neck, holding the shirt to your abdomen, avoiding eye contact, “Yeah, you know you love your scrawny man.” You joked, rolling your eyes.
Amelie’s eyes narrowed before she stood, standing in front of you as you began to pull your shirt back on, her hands grasping the hem of your shirt before you fully pulled it down to cover yourself.
“Don’t cover yourself.” Her tone held near no emotion, “I love the way you look.” One of her hands dropped to find home on your abdomen, her fingertips slightly chilled, “Shall I prove it?” She rose an eyebrow, the corner of her lip raising.
She honestly preferred you not having the body of a body builder. She loves a little muscles, but she loves to cuddle – being extremely muscular and cuddling is quite difficult when it comes to comfort.
She loves to hug you. Her favorite is to hug you from behind and press her face between your shoulder blades.
“Why aren’t you taking your shirt off? Aren’t you hot?” Olivia asked, her eyebrows pulled together.
“No, I just don’t feel like taking it off right now.” You said, sitting down on the beach chair, the sun heating up your skin significantly.
“Come on. Go and show everyone how hot your body is.” She winked at you, sitting on the edge of the beach chair, one hand fixing the strap of her sundress and the other was placed on your knee as she leaned forward a bit, “You’d make everyone jealous.”
“Oh yeah, totally.” Your voice was drenched in sarcasm, earning a pout from Olivia.
“They will be! (Y/n) you got a hot ass body! Like damn baby, can I have you right now?” She lightly squeezed your knee before situating herself between your legs.
She held her hands together, practically begging you – which you slowly gave in, pulling off your shirt. You placed it on top of the bag she had brought.
“Very.” Her tone was quite seductive, “Now I can’t wait to take you home and have you all to myself.” She hummed in delight.
Question: Any specific Overwatch characters you’d love to see in kinky clothing while being in an intimate situation with you? Lingerie, latex, lace, etc? GUYS CAN WEAR STUFF LIKE LINGERIE TOO IF YOU WANT BTW, EQUALITY!
Question: Not really an ask but more of a weird confession; all this beard talk made me think of my thought process where whenever i think of female genderbend OW character i just imagine them with big puffy beards? Like imagine a male!Zarya with a pink one LOL. I want to tell myself that most of the bended g!bended ladies would be too slick to grow one but then im like BADASS/SEXY BEARDS AAAA
Question: So then your ideal night would be McCree showing you his new piercings, then tying you up and making you ride his thigh while he chokes you and making you call him Daddy? Not gonna lie that sound like a lot of fun....XD
Legit I’d have the time of my life. Like I’d be able to die happy