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reapers-carino · 2 years

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((This is a continuation of this fic, if you do not mind))

Five months had passed since that fateful night and each day had felt like blissful paradise and anxious agony. Akande Ogundimu’s face had been plastered on every news station, domestic and international, for a month after his escape. The news speculated over who broke him out, how or if he was involved in the death of the sketchy Venitian businessman Augustin Venturo, and what plans the man had since he had escaped. You, of course, had been interviewed by several different authorities; the Numbani Police Department, the Nigerian Armed Forces, and even Interpol. Each interview had ended in failure, however. There was no footage that showed the man at your compound of a home, nor was there any evidence, scenting or otherwise, that indicated that the man had even made contact with you in recent months. So after each individual interview, you ended up back at home, patiently waiting for the signal that you would soon be reunited with your mate.

Sighing softly, your eyes darted away from the news reel that scrolled lazily along the bottom of your vanity’s mirror and up to the picture from your mating/marriage ceremony and celebration. That had been one of the happiest days of both of your lives, the smiles stretched across both of your faces so genuine and gleeful. Akande and you were both dressed in rich, bright reds; your crimson gele and iro embroidered with hand-stitched golden flowers and hundreds of shimmering pearlescent beads. Your buba was a golden cream in color, the beading a softer pink in color with a neckline that showed off your collarbones and shoulders. Akande’s sokoto and buba were the same gold-cream color as your own, his agbada and fila a more masculine version of your gele and iro. You were tucked neatly against his side, his arm wrapped tight around your waist as the both of you stared into one another’s eyes as if you were the only two people that existed in the world. It had been a beautiful day, a mere few months after his accident and subsequent prosthesis installation. Your fingers trailed over the picture in the mirror, smiling melancholy before you remembered why you had initially sat down.

The shea and argan creme that you had been untwisting your hair with laid forgotten, half of your hair had been untwisted, the other half still stuck in those two strand twists that you had patiently plaited your hair into the night before. Dipping your fingers in the creme, you began the dance again; zoning out as you made your way through the rest of your hair. Carefully you pushed the twisted curls up using your fingertips, gelling down your edges and smiling contently as you wrapped a scarf around them.

“Wow…que bonito. But god that took forever”

Your eyes went round, grabbing the blaster pistol that was affixed to the underside of your vanity. There was no one in the mirror and no discernible scent in the air that your nose could catch onto. Jumping up, your vanity seat flew back, almost clattering to the ground as you turned, only to have the seat stop inches from the ground.

“What the–”

The chair slowly lifted up from its impossible hovering position before being stood upright once more. Pointing your gun in the general direction of the chair, your eyes darted left then right and left again, still unable to see who, or what, was in the room with you.

“You should be careful with where you point that thing.”

You barely bit back a snarl as you twisted to see just where in the hell the voice was coming from, confusion wrinkling your brow. It felt like she was mocking you, playing

“Hey calm down, I’m a friend.”

The voice practically purred from right next to her, a scarf appearing from thin air and dropping onto your chair. The scent slammed into you like a wall, knees wobbling briefly as your grip on the pistol weakened before tightening. Sunflower and nutmeg and amber with the delicious tinge of citrus, the scent of an impending rut wrapping so tightly around your senses you thought you might choke. Tears stung traitorously in your eyes as you slowly lowered your pistol, knowing there was no way anyone would have gotten such a strongly scented item from Akande without his permission.

“There you go…”

A woman glimmered to life in front of you; long, dark hair dyed and side shaven, warm brown skin accented by varying shades of purple, blue and indigo. The mischievous smirk that creased her lips gave you pause before she extended her hand to you, long nails–no gloves, perhaps both–gently scratching the back of your hand as you shook her’s.

“Akande sent me to pick you up”, she said nonchalantly, letting your hand go with a flourish of her hand, turning her back on you. “He said he’d come himself buuut, you know. The whole being wanted thing. Nice place you have here…”

“Who are you”, you asked incredulously as she walked around your bedroom as if it was her own, picking up pictures and objects curiously before placing them down and glancing over her shoulder at you once more.

“You can call me Sombra. So…you going to go pack? We don’t have all day.”

You had stood frozen as she galavanted around the room, before shaking your head as she directly spoke to you once more. This was not the time to freeze, it was finally time for you to unite with your mate and to never be separated from him again. You had packed a bag the night of his initial visit, a small one with a few outfits, your necessary toiletries and an encrypted photo album that held images from the decades you had spent together. You slid a few pieces of sentimental jewelry on before grabbing the bag from the closet and quickly snatching up the scarf. A low purr started in your chest, giving the scarf a gentle nuzzle and a quick sniff. Shiver rolling down your spine, you resisted the urge to close your eyes and lose yourself within his aura before your eyes found Sombra’s again. She looked like the cat that had caught the canary as she sauntered over, patting you on the shoulder sympathetically, you thought, before moving past you.

“Aw don’t look so shy”, she teased, the lilt of a barely contained chuckle in her voice. “It has been a while. Maybe you can help the big guy unwind.”

You could feel the flush climb up your cheeks and down into your chest but you refused to cow to this joker of a girl.

“That was the plan”, you hummed softly, following behind the younger woman as she began to walk out of the door, willing the burn of your cheeks to dissipate. “How do you intend to get us out of here unseen? If you hadn’t noticed, his escape has painted a very persistent target on my back.”

“Oh don’t worry about that”,Sombra dismissed, sliding down the banister and jumping off with a flourish of her fingers. This time they glowed, purple lines running from the tips of her nails up her arms and all the way to the weird contraption on her back. “I have a few tricks up my sleeve.”

Brow furrowing, you weren’t exactly sure you followed, but if Akande had entrusted your trip to this woman…then you would trust him.

“Alright”, you answered confidently, quickly making your way down the stairs and stopping behind her. Sombra held up her hand briefly making you stop short before pulling up a purple-tinted holoscreen. Her fingers danced across the screen, your eyes briefly catching sight of what had to be surveillance of your home from several different feeds before everything froze.

“There we go…okay, keep your head low and let’s go.”

Parked outside of your home was a hover vehicle with one of the gaudiest, obnoxiously loud logo for a supposed ‘DF Pizza Service’. The cartoon lion on the front was holding a ‘thumbs up’ with one paw and in the other it held a very gooey and cheesy looking pizza. You couldn’t help but balk, eyes slowly trailing over to Sombra who was climbing in the back of the van. She actually snorted when she saw your disgusted expression before sweeping an arm out and motioning for you to hurry up.

“Oh god you guys have the same expressions”, she snorted, her nose wrinkling up as genuine laughter bubbled from her lips. “Pobrecito…I promise it’s a short ride and then you’ll get to be in your big, strong Alpha’s arms.”

Her tone dripped with sarcasm before she completely moved back into the vehicle. Huffing softly, you reluctantly climbed into the back of the vehicle, praying that this trip was just as quick as Sombra had implied.

Your stomach rolled as Sombra helped you off of the holo-ship, whether from anxiousness or the turbulence the two of you had dealt with the entire ride, you did not know. After the delivery truck, the two of you moved between two different holo-ships before you were finally delivered to what you could only guess was their current home base. There was an unassuming small building directly in front of you, with a large piece of land attached but much too small to hold more than one or two people snugly. There obviously must be more but first you’d get your solid ground footing back.

“Welcome to Talon HQ”, Sombra said as both your feet finally touched solid ground, you actually squeezing both of her hands in appreciation.

She had loosened up during the ride, sharing a few pictures that had been taken over the last few months. Most of them were candid and goofy, meals being eaten together, awkward exercise angles and even a few face masks. She was a peculiar person but you did not know if you would deem her as a bad person.

“Thank you so much”, you said, taking one unsteady step then another, holding on tight to your bag. Your eyes searched the horizon for some kind of sign of Akande before looking at Sombra confused. You knew he wouldn’t miss a chance to greet you, absolutely knew it.

Tipping her head forward, she silently indicated that you should walk towards the building in front of you. Biting back a soft whimper of disappointment, you took several steps forward before it felt like you had walked through a bubble. Stumbling forward you keened as a scent that smelled of home suddenly slammed into you, strong arms wrapping about you to keep you from falling. Tears sprang to your eyes, your heart jumping into your throat as you tilted your head up and locked eyes with Akande, the soft smile on his lips making your heart soar.

“De”, you whined out, dropping the bag in your hand and throwing your arms around his neck. He lifted you up effortlessly, your arms squeezing even tighter around him, a hiccup of an overjoyed sob leaving your mouth. “Oko mi…I have missed you.”

He delicately crushed you to his body, tempering his strength but holding you as closely as humanly allowed. His scent poured over you as he nuzzled into your neck, ears barely hearing the soft words he murmured as he kissed the top of your head and temples and cheeks. Wrapping your legs around his waist you leaned back slightly in his arms, your hands coming up to cup his face to study it and recommit everything to memory. Those gorgeous high cheekbones and rugged jaw, those brown eyes that shone with absolute adoration for you, the lips that kept interrupting your focus by kissing you once then twice then thrice. You pressed your forehead to his, breathing in deeply to quell your tears.

“Ife mi”, he breathed as he placed both hands snuggly under your ass, pushing you up ever so slightly higher. Your eyes looked into his almost shyly, your heart fluttering like it had the first time you had kissed, the first time you had mated, like every time he looked at you. “I have missed you.”

The tears returned, calmer but just as meaningful, pressing one small kiss against his lips then another and another before you absolutely melted into him. Warmth burst in your chest, melting down your body and to your toes, pooling lazily in your core. You had missed the softness of his lips, missed the way he kissed you so tenderly as if he worshiped you with each one. Your thumbs rubbed slow circles against his jawline as you tried to pull him even closer, a harsh shiver rolling down your spine at the quiet growl that began to rumble in his throat. Oh gods how you had missed your Alpha. The hand under your ass began to gently massage at the flesh through your shorts, a muted whine caught in your chest as your legs tightened around him. His scent was intoxicating you, his hands and lips and torso making your body feel like it was slowly being pushed towards the sun.

Your lungs began to burn as they demanded air from you, pulling you reluctantly from the kiss, your eyes peering open as you breathed against his lips.

“Gods I have missed you”, you breathed out, pressing a quick brief kiss to his lips before you heard exaggerated gagging from behind you.

“Dios mio”, Sombra ‘gagged’ from behind, your head twisting to more or less pout at the other woman. Her hand was over her middle, making another exaggerated ‘puking’ potion, purple x’d out skeletons ‘falling from her mouth’. “Get a room!”

Rolling your eyes you couldn’t help the small chuckle that spilled from your lips at the ridiculous show, the soft scoff from Akande not going unnoticed by you. Turning back to him, his lips had tugged down in a slight scowl, inching up as you kissed his cheek.

“The suggestion is not a bad one De”, you murmured near his ear, pulling back with a shrug of your shoulder and a suggestive smile on your lips.

The scent of his incoming rut was near overpowering and while you wanted to talk with the man and learn of what he had been up to when you were apart, the need to lay with your mate was even stronger. He smiled at you, the expression smaller but just as meaningful as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before gently letting you down. You purred softly as you reached down and picked up your bag, Akande quickly taking the bag out of your hand and giving a soft admonishing sniff.

“What a gentleman”, Sombra teased with a half snort before beginning to take the lead, walking towards the set of buildings that you had completely missed.

The small, decrepit building had turned into a fairly large, stylish pre-fab of sorts; it looked more like a small apartment building versus any kind of ‘villainous compound’. The outside was a simple white, material you did not know; it stood three stories high, was fairly wide and windowless although you couldn’t tell how far back it stretched. You vaguely wondered if it was Vishkar-made, the sharp corners, clean coloring and material screamed their design. Squeaking softly, you chuckled as Akande tucked you into his side, his left arm wrapping around your waist to pull you close.

“Let’s go.”

You nodded happily, nuzzling into the side of his chest, practically chirping with excitement as he maneuvered you forward. He teasingly swayed with you as you walked, the man’s thumb rubbing small circles into your side, a quiet chuckle leaving your lips at the normalcy of it all the. Sombra led the way, walking backwards for a brief moment before scoffing about the ‘lovebirds’ and turning back around. As soon as the three of you made it to the compound, she held up a hand.

“Hold it”, she said, Akande stopping you from pushing forwards, eyes looking at the both of them in confusion.

Sombra pressed her hand to the wall next to the door frame, hand briefly glowing purple before a holo-screen appearing against the surface before an electronic voice requested biometrics.

“Welcome, please look or press hand onto the holo-pad.”

“There we go”, she said with a small smile before motioning at you, eyes sparkling with mirth. “Gotta add you into the system so the lasers don’t melt you.”

“Lasers”, you questioned as you took a half step foward, Akande’s hand still on your back, and pressing your left hand into the pad.

You flinched as you felt a small prick against your finger, brow furrowing as you looked back at Akande incredulously, receiving a headshake that said he would explain it to you later. Sombra gave a soft snort as the holo-pad gave a soft affirmative beep before the door slid opened, the small hacker walking through the door and not waiting to see if the two of you would follow behind. Akande’s arm tightened around your hips once more, pushing you through the door and leading you into the compound as the door closed with a soft hiss. For ‘international terrorists’, it looks like they lived very cozily.

The entryway had an open design, the sleek white of the outside giving way to black and white swirled marble flooring, two sets of black floating staircases leading to a second floor and a completely open kitchen. Overall it was very ‘modern’ but it wasn’t without its creature comforts. As Akande led you further in you were able to see the recessed living room area filled to the brim with various pillows and handheld gaming systems and a small table in the center had a basket filled with snacks from all over the world. The kitchen’s stainless steel fridge was covered in various magnets and notes with one ‘reminder-chore’ holo-board affixed to the top. You also noticed three different coffee machines, a tea kettle and a tea press along the counter as well as more instant coffees packets/pouches than you think you had ever seen. It appeared that those were Sombra, the petite hacker making her way to them and riffling through until she found one that fit her taste, smiling contently before she went to grab the tea kettle.

Curiosity tickled at your brain, but your need for privacy with your Alpha was stronger, Akande smiling as your fingers lasted with his as he began to climb the staircase to the right and you followed close behind him. The second floor looked extremely unassuming; a plush black rug running along the entirety of the floor, the only hint that there were rooms being the recessed rectangular biometric locks or handles that stood out against the bright white wall. Turning right, Akande went to the room at the very end of the hall, placing his hand against the door and ushering you in before locking the door behind him. You shivered, immediately blanketed in the scent home, the scent of your mate, your knees shaking as you took several steps further into the room.

The room was deceptively much larger inside than you would have guessed from the outside, rivaling the size of your master bedroom back at home. You smiled at the color scheme of the entire room, the rich golds and cremes and tans accented with pops of crimson and jade and deep mahogany. A bookshelf filled with physical books stood in one corner of the room, a large mahogany wardrobe standing on the opposite side, no doubt full of outfits tailored specifically for the well dressed man. Walking further in, you smiled at the limestone flooring under your feet, no doubt from the same stonemason in Ogun that had laid the floors in your home outside of Numbani.

He even had pictures sprinkled around the room; pictures of his parents and his family, pictures of just you, pictures of your mating-wedding day, pictures of his championship win. His gauntlet sat in a clear case, important but obviously not as much as all of the other imagery he had portrayed in the room. Spinning around, you grinned widely at your husband and mate, the man returning the look as he opened his arms wide. You carefully toed off your sandals before running across the room and launching yourself into his arms, Akande effortlessly lifting you up as you buried your face into his shoulder and breathed his scent in.

Your head spun as you were assaulted by his scent once more, sweet spices and citrus and that beautiful floral amber scent twisting around you, making you moan low in your throat. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, your hands gently traced up his spine as your lips dotted kisses against his deep umber skin, relishing in the subtle taste that was him. You had missed this, desperately so. Omegas weren’t meant to be separated from their Alphas so long, or at least that is what the romantic tragedies would have you think. They wrote of a gnawing emptiness that would ruin you spiritually, leaving you a husk of what you once were before destroying you physically. That or it could drive an omega literally insane and make an Alpha go feral. Of course those were nothing but old wives tales, old superstitions from a bygone time used to discourage breakups or separations. But with the way you clung to Akande, you had to wonder if there was a sliver of truth in the lie.

Your lips continued their journey, skipping over the tank her wore and kissing from where his neck and shoulder met, licking hungrily over his mating mark and smiling lustfully at the full body shudder that rushed through Akande. His hands tightened on your hips, fingers digging into your ass as he began to massage you gently through your clothes, a low rumble of desire starting in his chest. You chuckled breathily as you pulled away from his neck, littering kisses up his neck to his jaw until you could press your forehead against his. His ochre eyes bore into your own, hunger, desire and unbridled need burning a hole into you and sending fire straight into your core.

Akande growled possessively as he pressed a searing kiss against you lips, a low moan catching in your throat before you responded, your hands cupping the back of his head and pushing him closer. Your back arched as he nibbled lightly at your bottom lip, lightning passing from where you lips touched through your nipples and straight into your slick drenched cunt. His tongue gently lapped at your bottom lip asking for entrance, your lips parting instantly to grant him passage. You whined as your tongues mingled, the taste of his morning coffee still lingering on his tongue, clinging to him as he began to walk you towards the bed. Clawing at the back of his neck your toes curled as he explored every inch of your mouth with his own, stopping only when he dropped you unceremoniously onto the bed. Squeaking softly, you bounced off of the bed, Akande still standing and locking you in place with a smoldering stare. You felt so vulnerable and needy at the same time, your hands teasingly tracing up your body and squeezing gently at your breasts to further tempt the man into taking you.

“Please Alpha…I need you…”

Akande sharply inhaled as he pulled the shirt he was wearing up and over his head quickly, tossing it to the side and climbing onto the bed. The bed dipped as Akande trapped you between his knees, the man straddling you as his hands dove under the high cut tunic top you wore, pushing the fabric up and over your head. He wanted, no, needed to see you. His hands returned to your waist, his eyes locked on the rising and falling of your chest behind the thin material of your cup-less bra, your eyes turning up to gaze up at him docilely. His breathing hitched for a brief second before you turned your head to the left and tilted your head upwards exposing your neck to him once more, a silent plea for your Alpha to take you as his once more. Akande would not wait for another invitation.

His hands smoothed up your sides and over your breasts, crying out as he rolled both your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Your hips rolled, arching off of the bed and towards him, whimpering needily as your hands shakily tried to reach back to unhook your bra. The fighter chuckled huskily his hands dragging away from your breasts briefly and yanking the material apart like it was tissue paper. Akande’s hands removed the torn fabric, cupping both breasts tenderly and dipping his head down, his tongue circling around your nipple and suckling hungrily. Stars danced in your eyes, a whimpering cry escaping from your throat as you grabbed the back of his head and pressed him closer. He dragged himself away from your nipple and to the swell of your breast, pressing hard kisses and nips to your heated skin, nipping at your collarbone and kissing his way up to your mark. Your nails dug deep into his shoulders as his lips crashed against your mark, a broken sob tumbling from your lips as his teeth grazed the spot that tied you to one another.

“Please…”

You cried out as Akande pulled away, tears springing to your eyes as you looked to him in confusion, the ferocity his rut making his eyes practically glow, only tempered by the man’s need for control.

“Not yet beloved”, he sighed softly against your lips, shaking his head and pulling back once more.

Akande, even when your heats or his ruts came to pass, was never one to succumb completely to his baser instincts. Whether the man’s decades of training or his own dedication and patience you did not know but he would do thing his way while satisfying the need that ached inside of both of you. Pulling away from you, Akande sat back on his knees and began to completely disrobe you, easily lifting your body up to pull the bra off and sliding your shorts and underwear off in one smooth movement. Quickly he pulled his own loose shorts and and boxer briefs off, tossing them to the side as he loomed over you. Your mouth watered hungrily as you stared as his twitching cock, the head ruddy and dark, glistening with pre-cum that you just wanted to taste. There would be plenty of time for that later.

You whined as he pulled away from you, your heart thundering in your chest as you suddenly felt abandoned again without your Alpha’s touch. A desperate whine began in your throat, hushed quickly when his nails gently scratched at your outer thighs. Your toes curled slightly, back arching as you pressed into his touch and spread your legs slightly, hoping to lull him in with the pure scent of you. His husky chuckle sent waves of pleasure through your body, your heavy lidded eyes staring hungrily, biting your bottom lip hard as your husband, your Alpha moved closer. Yes, this is all you had wanted, had dream–

“O-Oh…”

The gasp that tumbled from your throat was barely audible as Akande didn’t move his body between your legs but instead laid his full body down, his face hovering directly over your dripping mound. Akande gave you a smirk that you knew only a jackal could match before diving in, your back arching off of the bed. Your mate was relentless, his arms wrapping tight around your thighs; both to keep you from moving and to stop you from snapping your legs closed. A sob was wrested from your throat as his tongue licked the soaked lips of your sex, honey-sweet slick quickly dripping to replace it. He drank from you like a man who had found an oasis in the desert, your body quivering as each lap of his tongue and suck from his lips would tear you apart. He was so warm, the silken heat of his tongue making your stomach twist up tighter and tighter, frenzied and needy whines leaving your throat as your hands came to rest on Akande’s head.

You could practically feel him grin against your sex, relinquishing your thighs, one arm wrapping around your hips to lock you in place while the other hand pressed right below your belly button to stop you from grinding against his face. He was merciful, his hand massaging your mons as he suckled at your clit, sending you over the edge as you pushed him even closer to you. He released your clit quickly before he began to drink hungrily from you, making a show of it as finally pulled back. His lips were covered in your essence as were his chin, Akande licking his lips slowly before wiping your juices from his chin and sucking it from his fingers. He was still not done with you however, sitting fully up and on his knees.

Akande’s hands were searing hot as they grabbed your hips and lifted them off of the bed until they were lined with his shaft, your hands balling into the sheets as anticipation churned in your belly. Bending over your body, he held you with his forearm, his hand dipping between both of your bodies so he could line himself up with your entrance, your toes curling and calves tensing as the head of his cock rubbed up and down before slipping in. Sharply sucking air in, gracious tears burning in your eyes and blurring your vision as he slipped inside of you bit by bit, bottoming out with low grunt. Euphoric nirvana made your vision bleary, legs wrapping needily around Akande’s waist to pull him close as he began to thrust into you, arms lifting to beg him to lean down. You were so full of him, his scent potent and desirous, your mind driven to frenzied longing by how he had set all of your senses aflame. You needed him closer, needed to feel more of him, taste more of him, love more of him.

Akande obliged you, carefully leaning over so he didn’t slip out, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and moaning as he locked lips with you. Akande caught your cries against his lips as his hips pulled back and slammed back into you, his pace tempered but each thrust as ferocious as the last. Your nails dug into his back, lungs burning and stars dancing in your eyes as you finally broke the kiss, the slight taste of you mixed with him lingering on your tongue, turning your head away and gulping air into your lungs. Akande’s breath tickled the shell of your ear, the man’s head dropping next to your shoulder as his pace picked up, all of your nerves throbbing in tune with your quickening pulse.

“Ìfẹ́ mi…how I have missed you.”

His voice growled deep into your ears, a broken sob tumbling from your lips, your slick drenched walls tightening around him. He kissed your temple, the huskiness of his voice making your entire body tense and fall over the precipice of a small orgasm, twitching and crying out for him as your walls squeezed around him. A low rumble of desire started in his chest as he slowed for a brief second, pulling his hips back for a pregnant moment before slamming in, pulling a lustful scream of his name from your lips. You could feel him smile against your temple as his hips continued to pound into yours, kissing several times before his husky voice began to speak again.

“I have dreamed of hearing your voice everyday”,he purred low into your ears, your entire body shivering at the full body manipulation he was assaulting you with. “I’ve thought of nothing but your body beneath mine since we reunited. I have missed you my omega.”

“Akande”, you sobbed, your voice thick with emotion as tears rolled down your cheeks, a low and needy keen for the man humming in your chest.

The man nuzzled against your cheek until you turned your head and captured your lips again, his thrusts growing slower but grinding even deeper inside of you. Adoration and passion and re-attachment and bonding made your body tingle, the two of you breaking away briefly to pull in a breath before hungrily diving back in. Neither of you dared to close your eyes, immeasurable emotions being communicated through look alone, the pains of years long separations mending bit by bit. Despite popular belief and slander, Akande had always been a man that had been open and free with his emotions, tender-hearted, loving and caring.

His ochre eyes communicated a desperation and happiness that he could never put into words, fear and peace fighting in equal measure. Even without his words, you knew what he was feeling and how even in this most joyous occasion he was hurting because your heart ached identically. The two of you had been torn from one another unceremoniously; his attack on the museum had been planned but it going so awry without backup was not, a betrayal that hadn’t been forgotten.

Even after his trial and his incarceration, they were not allowed the basic right to visitations that mated pairs were supposed to had, the man treated more harshly due to his acts against Overwatch agents. The world’s sweethearts’ had pulled the cruelest of cards, keeping two living mated partners apart, denying all conjugal visitation or face to face communications. The physiological and psychological needs of mates was something that had been studied time and time again and the mental havoc it wrought on those that were denied one another ranged from mildly inconveniencing to completely debilitating. The both of you had prevailed fortunately and this is where the healing could get started.

Your hands dragged up from his back, cupping his face tenderly and rubbing at apples of his cheeks slowly, peppering dozens of smaller kisses against his lips. Akande’s eyes implored your own, gently bumping your forehead with his and pulling away to take a pant but never looking away.

“No one will take you from me again”, your breathed out, breath nary above a whisper before placing another peck against his lips. “Never again, Ọlọ́kàn mi. I swear it, Alpha. I will burn the world down to get to you…”

Akande’s eyes widened before they softened and calmed, the pure adoration making your body shiver harder as your heart raced. His hips picked up pace but he did not lift himself from you, him needing to feel you as much as you needed to feel him, his forearms bracing himself right above your curls. His lips crashed into yours, the desperation replaced by loving gratitude, your hands returning to around his neck as his hips began to crash into yours. He quickly devoured every desirous sound that left your lips, his own low, breathy moans mixing with yours. Pointing your toes, you locked your legs around his waist even tighter, whining as you pulled him deeper inside of you. You were drowning in him, so close to plunging into all that he had to give you, your body shuddering as you tightened around him. The man responded with a low grunt against your ear, your fingers splayed, feeling the muscles in his back begin to tense, his brow furrowing against your own as he drew in shaky breaths. Dragging your nails up his back you rested your fingers gently on the back of his neck as you turned your head and presented your mark to him your tongue darting out to barely reach his.

“Mo nifẹ ẹ”,you breathed out as your fingers curled gently on the back of his neck, inhaling sharply as you felt his lips graze your mark. His thrusts grew even more disjointed but stronger as he lost himself in you, you both absolutely intoxicated with the scent of the other, your love drunk words tumbling from your lips like a prayer. “Mo nifẹ ẹ, mo nifẹ ẹ, mo nifẹ ẹ. I love you Akande…ngh!”

The two of you fell apart in each others arms all at once, Akande biting into your mark as tenderly as he could when your walls contracted around him. Your arms wrapped tight around his shoulders, grounding yourself in his touch as the molten heat of his seed coated your walls, the man’s shoulders and traps tight as he tried not to drop all his weight on you, his hips still grinding against your oversensitive mound. Your entangled scents had completely filled the room; sunflowers and irises like the garden back home, sweet allspice and coconut and citrus wrapped with heady scents of amber and myrrh. Your head was swimming as he finally relinquished your shoulder, tongue gently lapping at the lazily bleeding wound as his knot began to swell inside of you, the man’s full lips kissing the side of your neck and your cheek briefly.

“Hold on”, he breathed against cheek, your body shivering as you gave a brief nod, legs and arms wrapping tighter around him as Akande grunted and flipped over. His knot didn’t budge as you cuddled into his chest, one of Akande’s hands resting on your lower back while the other gently moved to your hair, lightly pulling at the curls that had been flattened during all of the fun. “I love you, awẹ́lẹ́wà mi.”

You nuzzled closer into his chest, your energy absolutely spent but your soul feeling whole for the first time in years. The gods had brought you back to the love of your life, to your one in a billion connection and for that you would be eternally grateful, your mind absolutely positive Akande felt the same. His hands massaged slow circles up and down your spine as he continued to gently and carefully detangle your hair, your face nuzzling closer as sincere peace and love blanketed the both of you. You knew you would never let him go again, knowing he was meant to be in your arms and he in yours.

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Ife mi-My Love

Oko mi-My husband

Mo nifẹ ẹ- shortened vers. of Mo ní ìfẹ́ rẹ, I love you

awẹ́lẹ́wà mi- my exceedingly beautiful woman

#Anonymous #Doomfist #Overwatch #Overwatch fic #Overwatch headcanons #Doomfist Overwatch #Akande Ogundimu #Alpha! Doomfist #Alpha! Akande Ogundimu #Doomfist x Reader #Overwatch reader insert #Reader x doomfist #Akande Ogundimu x Reader #Akande x Reader #Doomfist/Reader #abo #A/B/O #A/B/O dynamic #Heat

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ao3feed-widowtracer · 5 years

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Through The Never

Read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2JXJC1a

by Jetred93

Overwatch, an organization in which missions are appointed and the members do as their told. well, if only it was that easy right? this fic is going to be full of very very very surprising events. So hold on to your seats readers because this is going to be a wild ride

Words: 6399, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Ana Amari, Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe, Jean-Baptiste Augustin, Bastion (Overwatch), Brigitte Lindholm, Hana "D.Va" Song, Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu, Genji Shimada, Hanzo Shimada, Junkrat | Jamison Fawkes, Lúcio Correia dos Santos, Jesse McCree, Mei-Ling Zhou, Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Moira O'Deorain, Orisa (Overwatch), Satya "Symmetra" Vaswani, Torbjörn Lindholm, Lena "Tracer" Oxton, Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix, Winston (Overwatch), Wrecking Ball (Overwatch), Aleksandra "Zarya" Zaryanova, Tekhartha Zenyatta, OC's

Relationships: Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Junkrat | Jamison Fawkes/Roadhog | Mako Rutledge, Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada & Tekhartha Zenyatta, Fareeha "Pharah" Amari/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Sombra/Aleksandra "Zarya" Zaryanova, Lena "Tracer" Oxton/Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix, Lúcio Correia dos Santos/Reinhardt Wilhelm, Moira O'Deorain & Sigma | Siebren de Kuiper, Brigitte Lindholm & Hana "D.Va" Song

Additional Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Alpha Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Beta Ana Amari, Alpha Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe, Alpha Baptiste, Beta Brigitte, Alpha Hana "D.Va" Song, Alpha Doomfist, Alpha Genji Shimada, Alpha Hanzo Shimada, Omega Junkrat | Jamison Fawkes, Omega Lúcio, Alpha Jesse McCree, alpha mei, Omega Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Beta Moira, Alpha Sigma, Alpha Zarya, Alpha Symmetra, Alpha Torbjörn, Alpha Lena "Tracer" Oxton, Omega Widowmaker, Omega-ish Zenyatta, Mpreg, Male Pregnancy, Mates, Pheromones, past pregnancies, Current Kids, Parents, Fluff, Angst, Extreme angst, Flashbacks, Past Stories, Heats, ruts, upset, Miscarriage, Smut, Good Sex, Rough Sex, love making, Omega Drops, Violence, Fights, Fun, Jokes, laughs, Pack Dynamics, Bonding, Many More Tags To Add

Read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2JXJC1a

#widowtracer #overwatch #tracer #widowmaker

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ao3feed-pharmercy · 5 years

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Through The Never

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2JXJC1a

by Jetred93

Words: 6399, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2JXJC1a

#pharmercy #rocket angel #overwatch

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ao3feed-mchanzo · 5 years

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Through The Never

by Jetred93

Words: 6399, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

from AO3 works tagged 'Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada' https://ift.tt/2JXJC1a via IFTTT https://ift.tt/2JXJC1a

#mchanzo #fic #ao3feed #overwatch #jesse mccree #hanzo shimada

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rins-overwatch-imagines-blog · 5 years

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My Rules

Here’s just a basic set of rules I ask you to follow when considering sending in an ask to me. You don’t necessarily have to follow all of them, I just ask that you be courteous and respect what I’m comfortable or not comfortable with.

My Number 1 Rule: This bog accepts NSFW asks so I ask that you be older than 18 if you’re going to read them. I will allow you to follow me if you’re still underage but that’s only because I do post a lot of cute fluffy things as well, and all my adult content is hidden under a cut. If I find out that you’re underage and are here for adult content though, you will be blocked. That being said, lets get on with the guidelines.

General Rules:

I accept asks for male, female, or gender neutral readers, although if you don’t specify in your ask, I’ll always write the reader as gender neutral.

Please do not message me asking for updates on your ask. I work a full-time job from home and have a puppy I’m training as well so this blog is the last of my priorities and is managed for fun. If you hound me about how far I am in completing your request, I’ll just delete it. However, if you sent in a request and think I may not have received it, you are allowed to ask me if it went through. Just don’t be annoying about it.

If you want headcanons for one character, I’ll make a post with 5 paragraphs for the prompt. If you want headcanons for more than three characters, I’ll write 3 paragraphs each, and if you want headcanons for five or more characters, I’ll write 2 paragraphs each.

If you want me to write an entire fic for you it will (1) take longer to fill than a regular ask and (2) is limited to one character, or two if you want it to be a poly ship.

If you want me to write yourself or a character into a fic, all I ask is that you send me a detailed description of either you or your character. I am not comfortable writing anything NSFW with you and another character though, so if you want a NSFW fic that isn’t a generic x reader format, you have to send me an OC, not an actual person.

Topics I Will NOT Write For:

Please note I’m open to writing just about anything, and will do research on a topic if I don’t know much about it, but there are still some things I am not at all open to researching, writing about, or posting, and if you send me an ask with something that violates this, it will be deleted.

Any illegal sexual acts including but not limited to: rape, pedophilia, incest, necrophilia, statutory rape, forced sex, etc..

Any sexual acts involving non-sexual bodily fluids including but not limited to: scat, piss, vore, gore, blood (to some extent), open wounds, cannibalism, etc..

Any kind of abusive relationship trope like “Yandere” or “Tsundere” dynamics.

Anything involving a character being Alpha/Beta/Omega verse-related, simply because I’ve tried to research the topic but still don’t know enough about it to write anything that could suit your needs or wants.

Characters I Write For:

Ana Amari | “Ana”

Elizabeth Caledonia | “Ashe”

Bastion | “Bastion” (see below)

B.O.B. | “B.O.B.” (see below)

Brigitte Lindholm | “Brigitte”

Hana Song | “D.Va”

Akande Ogundimu | “Doomfist”

Genji Shimada | “Genji”

Hanzo Shimada | “Hanzo”

Lucio Correia dos Santos | “Lucio”

Jesse McCree | “McCree”

Mei-Ling Zhou | “Mei”

Angela Ziegler | “Mercy”

Moira O’Deorain | “Moira”

Orisa | “Orisa| (see below)

Fareeha Amari | “Pharah”

Gabriel Reyes | “Reaper”

Reinhardt Wilhelm | “Reinhardt”

Mako Rutledge | “Roadhog”

Jack Morrison | “Soldier: 76″ (see below)

Olivia Colomar | “Sombra”

Satya Vaswani | “Symmetra”

Torbjorn Lindholm | “Torbjorn”

Lena Oxton | “Tracer” (see below)

Amelie Lacroix | “Widowmaker”

Winston | “Winston” (see below)

Aleksandra Zaryanova | “Zarya”

Tekhartha Zenyatta | “Zenyatta” (see below)

When it comes to Bastion, B.O.B., Orisa, Winston, and Zenyatta, I will not write anything NSFW or relationship-pertaining. These characters are listed because I will write for them, but only when it involves general interaction with the reader for example, “Can I request something with Winston where he helps the reader repair a piece of their equipment.” Anything that isn’t strictly platonic is off-limits and will be deleted. On the topic of Tracer and Soldier: 76 however, because it has been canonically confirmed that Tracer currently has a girlfriend and 76 has had a boyfriend in the past, but neither have been confirmed as strictly lesbian/gay, bi, pan, etc, I am willing to write them with male, female, or gender neutral readers, but that does not mean I see them as such, and if any ask for them makes me at all uncomfortable, I have the right to delete it as I would any other.

Overwatch OCs I Will Write For:

On the topic of OCs, I am very much into them and would love to hear about or help you with yours, (so feel free to send me a message about it if you want!) and I am also willing to write asks with them given I have enough information about them, and given their original creator has personally given me permission. So far the only OCs I am comfortable writing are my own, which are as follows:

Callen Irving | “Rebound” by @irish-trash-cash (me)

Halis Kader | “Paragon” by @irish-trash-cash (me)

Finally for those of you who may want to send in an ask for two characters shipped together but don’t know what I’m comfortable with- I’ll write just about any ship so long as it follows the rules listed above. That being said, here’s a list (in no particular order) of my favorite canon character ships that I’m always more than happy to write for, as well as the ship names I recognize them by:

Mercy x Genji | “Gency”

Hanzo x McCree | “McHanzo”

Zarya x Mei | “IceBear”

Ashe x Being an Independent Woman

Mercy x Moira | “MercyKill”

D.Va x Brigitte | “Mekanic”

Pharah x Mercy | “Pharmercy”

Reaper x Soldier: 76 | “Reaper76″

Genji x McCree | “McGenji”

Symmetra x Sombra | “Symmbra”

You x Getting hit by a car on Oasis

D.Va x Lucio | “BunnyRibbit”

Reinhardt x Ana | “AnaHardt”

Sombra x D.Va | “CyBunny”

To conclude this long-ass post I just want to state again that if you send in an ask that breaks any of the rules or regulations, it will be deleted without hesitation, and any repeated offenses will result in you/your IP being blocked from the blog.

#overwatch fanfiction #overwatch headcanons #overwatch imagines #overwatch x reader #overwatch asks #rules list

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ao3feed-reed900 · 5 years

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by Cyberrat

12th Batch of my fics

Words: 13307, Chapters: 14/14, Language: English

Series: Part 12 of Fic Batches

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Other

Characters: Tsukauchi Naomasa, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Jesse McCree, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Hawks (My Hero Academia), Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada, B.O.B. (Overwatch), Hana "D.Va" Song, Aleksandra "Zarya" Zaryanova, Gavin Reed, Upgraded Connor | RK900, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Kan Sekijirou | Blood King, Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu, Tekhartha Zenyatta

Relationships: Tsukauchi Naomasa/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Jesse McCree/Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Hawks/Todoroki Enji | Endeavor/Reader, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Hanzo Shimada, Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada, B.O.B./Jesse McCree, Hana "D.Va" Song/Aleksandra "Zarya" Zaryanova, Jesse McCree/Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Hanzo Shimada/Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Kan Sekijirou | Blood King, Jesse McCree/Genji Shimada/Hanzo Shimada, Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu/Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Genji Shimada/Hanzo Shimada/Tekhartha Zenyatta

Additional Tags: Frottage, Size Difference, Clothed Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Sloppy Seconds, Pregnancy Kink, Impregnation, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Endeavor, Alpha Hawks (My Hero Academia), Exhibitionism, Spitroasting, Rape/Non-con Elements, Molestation, Stuck in a wall, Yandere, Genderfluid Character, Strap-Ons, Loss of Virginity, Rimming, Double Penetration, Touch-Starved, Object Insertion, Humiliation, Daddy Kink, Pregnant Sex, Victim Blaming, Praise Kink, Just the Tip

#ao3feed #fanfic #dbh #reed900 #Detroit become human #gavin reed #rk900 #upgraded connor

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ao3feed-aizawashouta · 5 years

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by Cyberrat

12th Batch of my fics

Words: 12263, Chapters: 13/14, Language: English

Series: Part 12 of Fic Batches

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Other

#aizawa shouta #aizawa shota #eraserhead #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #fanfic

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ao3feed-mcreyes · 5 years

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1st Batch

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2UGSmLP

by Cyberrat

1st Batch of my fics

Words: 10998, Chapters: 7/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jesse McCree, Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Balderich von Adler, Reinhardt Wilhelm, Winston (Overwatch), Lúcio Correia dos Santos, Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison

Relationships: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada/Hanzo Shimada, Jesse McCree/Genji Shimada/Hanzo Shimada, Jesse McCree/Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Hanzo Shimada/Reinhardt Wilhelm, Lúcio Correia dos Santos/Reinhardt Wilhelm, Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu/Lúcio Correia dos Santos, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison

Additional Tags: Shimadacest, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Creampie, Feminization, Mpreg, Farting, Humiliation, Embarrassment, Dirty Talk, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Balderich, Alpha Reinhardt, omega hanzo, Sloppy Seconds, Impotence, Restraints, Watersports, Impregnation

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2UGSmLP

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #mcreyes #mcreaper #overwatchfanfic

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Masterlist

Okay, so I updated my Masterlist for you lovely people. The newer stories now have the posted dates on them because I’m not about to go back to the beginning and date everything.

I have it organized by characters with the oldest work at the top. There’s also a section for Ficlets and Headcanons at the bottom when they feature multiple characters.

Please don’t judge me too harshly on my older writing, I’ve come a long way since then. I’ll keep updating this list as I put out more stuff.

Warnings: NSFW. The majority of these are noncon and/or dubcon. They also have a lot of abuse, both verbal and physical.

Enjoy!

Last Update: 06/06/2018

Dark!Akande Ogundimu/Dark!Doomfist

Thoughts on Doomfist - Drabble.

Exhaustion - Ficlet on Doomfist using the reader as a toy.

Pent Up - Long drabble about a fresh out of prison Akande, fucking reader against the wall. [04.30.18]

Dark!Gabriel Reyes/Dark!Reaper

Captured Reader - Reaper headcanons.

Posesión - Dark!Reyes fic (1.6K). One of my first full-length fics. Not on AO3, requires revisions and cleanup work.

Trying to Dom Gabe - Imagine/Drabble on trying to dominate or tease Gabe.

Sweet Dreams - AO3 - Sometimes all you need is a little peace and quiet with the one you love. Somnophilia fic.

Oral - Headcanons on Reaper giving/receiving oral.

Different Languages - Kink drabble.

Obsession - Drabble that started off as writing advice and then quickly spiraled out of control after the first two sentences.

A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing - AO3 - Omegaverse. You hated being an omega. Luckily the suppressants you smoked kept you at bay, because the sheer thought of being forced to carry some alpha's brood sickened you to your core. At least you thought it did until you met Reaper.

Tamed - AO3 - Omegaverse. You were an Overwatch medic doing your job when you happened to save the man known as Reaper. So you shouldn't be too surprised when he shows up unexpectedly at your door during the first day of your heat to give you his thanks.

A Kind Alpha - Headcanons on how Reaper would treat the reader if she ever got pregnant.

Tamed Headcanons - Sombra gets ahold of another Omega’s scent and gives it to you. Maybe with this Reaper will be so distracted that he’ll let you go.

Tamed: Side Story I - AO3 - A side-story about your Alpha leaving you plugged up before going off on a mission.

Differences - A couple of mini-drabbles regarding the differences between Gabriel and Reaper.

A Walk Along the Beach - Ficlet. The nicer Gabriel is out of the bedroom, the worse he’ll treat you when you return to it.

Welcome Home - Drabble. It’s been a long day and all you want to do is shower. Too bad Reaper has other plans in store for you.

His O-Face - Ficlet. There’s nothing sexier than being held down by the Blackwatch Commander as he pumps his seed into you.

Claws - Drabble. Reaper makes you prepare his fingers before he has his way with you.

Big Family - Drabble. Gabe having been raised Catholic and coming from a huge family, and now wanting a huge family himself.

Breeding - A Short drabble on how we all want Reaper to breed us.

Master - Drabble.

Mistletoe - A small drabble as a thank you to the anon who commissioned a picture for me of Gabe for Christmas. [12.19.17]

I Want you To Look At Me - Fic (2.6K). Sentence starter request. [01.25.17]

Dark!Genji Shimada

Kidnapped reader - Pre-Cyborg!Genji Ficlet on how Genji would kidnap his s/o.

Reunion - Fic (1.5K) on Genji’s reactions on finding his s/o who had got away during his youth now that he’s a cyborg. Not on AO3 yet; requires revisions and cleanup work.

Trap - Ficlet based on “Don’t look at me like that. You’re the one who fell for the trap. It’s your own fault.”

Anal - Kink drabble.

Eyes On Me - AO3 - Genji was hoping for you to have finally learned something from his nightly visits. Seems like he's going to have to step up your training.

Personality - Headcanons.

Jealousy - Headcanons. Genji flirting with a woman who is way more handsy than the girls he usually picks up are, and instead of the typical pain of betrayal at seeing him enjoying the attention, instead is cold fury.

Dark!Hanzo Shimada

Lifeless - A tragic accident happens when you upset Hanzo for the final time.

Young and Present Hanzo - Headcanons on differences in behaviors between the two.

The Dark!Shimada Family - Part II - Hanzo/Reader headcanons as sort of the deadly Gomez and Morticia Addams of the Japanese crime syndicates.

Edging - Kink drabble.

In This Life and the Next - Ficlet. Hanzo watches his pregnant S/O commit suicide. Heartbroken, he decides to end his own life, figuring that if he couldn’t have you in this one, he would join you in the next one. Not on AO3 yet; requires revisions and cleanup work.

A Dragon’s Tears - AO3 - Fic. You had one job to do, and you couldn't even do that right. A story of the trials and tribulations that Hanzo imposes on his favorite pet.

A Nicer Hanzo - Headcanons.

Painful Sex - Headcanons.

Reward - Picture Drabble. Hanzo loves having his little bride at his mercy, but if you behave, he’ll reward you by giving you control over some of the binding.

Marked by the Dragon - AO3 - Hanzo doesn't like it when his favorite pet runs away, especially when it's to some sleazy motel in the middle of nowhere. It's a shame too, just when he was finally getting attached, you had to go and ruin everything.

Pet - Ficlet. You’ve been asking Hanzo for a dog for some time now, and it looks like he’s finally given in.

Pregnant Runaway - Ficlet. Hanzo’s reaction to you running away while carrying his child.

Requirements - Headcanons.

Kyūketsuki - AO3 - When Hanzo was cursed to walk the world as a vampire after murdering his brother, he was abandoned by everyone he knew. Finally, after centuries of merely existing you came along with the taste of something he hadn't had in centuries.

Horde - Fic (1K). You escape after finally giving Hanzo his child, figuring that he would have no use for you now that he finally got what he’d been after. However, you forgot one important thing, dragons are very possessive creatures. Not on AO3 yet; requires revisions and cleanup work.

An Unexpected Surprise - Ficlet. Sequel to Horde. Even the Dragon of the South Wind has his moments of kindness.

A Dragon’s Tears: Wounded - AO3 - Chapter Two. You can no longer deal with the pain in both of your hearts and decide to try to leave your dragon one final time.

A Dragon’s Tears: Confession - AO3 - Chapter Three. How’s a sadistic dragon supposed to react when you slip up and tell him your true feelings.

Ramsey Bolton Vibes - Headcanons on Hanzo’s treatment of his favorite pet.

To Love A Demon - AO3 - Kinktober. A one-shot spin-off to A Dragon’s Tears. It had been a year since you ran away from the Shimada clan and were living on your own after selling your soul to a lesser demon to escape Hanzo. It's too bad that you forgot that Hanzo would walk through Hell to get you back.

Female Child - Drabble. What if Hanzo’s firstborn turned out to be a girl.

The Noodle Dragons - Fic (1K). For Hanzo’s dragons, it’s never too early to start the day. A fluff fic based on events before A Dragon’s Tears.

Fuck You. - Ficlet. Hanzo reminds you who your Master is after a small outburst.

Risk - Fic (1.4K). What would happen if it was medically impossible for you to carry a child to term? Would he risk it anyway or just get rid of you?

Dragon - Drabble. “I want Dragon!Hanzo to keep me prisoner n raw me every night.”

Daughters - Headcanons. How would Hanzo feel about having a daughter instead of a son?

Voicelines - Drabble. You tried to move away from his touch, but with both of your hands tied above your head and the balls of your feet barely touching the floor, it was easier said than done.

Laserpointers & Dragons - Some headcanons about the noodles favorite toy. [11.13.17]

A Fitting Punishment - Drabble. You got your period, yet again, which means that you have failed to provide him with an heir. [11.13.17]

Groans - Long Drabble. Dragon!Hanzo. Imagine the noises the dragon makes as he breeds you night after night. [11.21.17]

Please, Kill Me - Drabble. Imagine after he 'punishes' reader she just pleads with the dragons to kill her/find another because she can't deal with Hanzo anymore. [11.27.17]

Angel - Drabble. Oni!Hanzo reacts to falling in love with an angel reader. [11.27.17]

Burn - Drabble. “I want mid-life crisis piercing daddy to eat me out until I'm suffering some intense beard burn.” Same tho? [12.22.17]

Don’t Make A Sound - Ficlet. “Don’t make a sound. Do you really want them to see you like this?” [01.22.17]

Masterpiece - Fic (1.4K). Hanzo reminiscing on the best of times and worst of times with you while you sleep. [03.09.18]

Okami - AO3 - Fic (1.5K). The wolf hunts for his prey, especially on the night of the full moon. [04.02.18]

Scion - AO3 - Maybe if you had been like the other women who welcomed him into their bed with open arms then maybe he wouldn’t have had to resort to such means. But now, the soft mat of the tatami on your back was the only small comfort of a meeting gone awry. [04.08.18]

To Love a Demon: Purgatory - AO3 - A place between heaven and hell, that’s exactly where Hanzo wants to keep you. Sequel to To Love a Demon. [05.24.18]

Dark!Jack Morrison/Dark!Soldier 76

It Wasn’t You - First thing I ever posted on this blog!

A Second Chance - AO3 - He'd been watching you from the shadows for a while now. Protecting and keeping you safe from a distance. Because in you, he saw a second chance to finally recover what he lost in the fall of Overwatch, a sense of home. Tumblr version now updated to match the revised AO3 version.

DubCon - Kink drabble.

Face-Sitting - Kink drabble.

Pussy Worship - Kink drabble.

Biter - Headcanons on Clit "So help me I will rip this goddamn thing off if you don't gimme" biting with our resident daddy.

Pregnancy Fluff - Dark!Jack finds out that you’re pregnant with his child and he just does a complete 180.

A Special Invitation - AO3 - After receiving an invitation to the prestigious Annual Overwatch Charity Ball, you decide to take Jesse as your date. It’s a good thing the Commander’s there to explain why you got invited in the first place.

Right Here - AO3 - Most people would have been over the moon if the fantastic Strike Commander happened to notice them. Most people didn’t know what the hell they were talking about. [04.17.18]

Dark!Jesse McCree

Lesson - AO3 - You liked the cowboy get up. You really did. If only you hadn’t hit it and quit it.

Young and Blackwatch McCree - Headcanons on our favorite cowboy from back in the day.

Molded - Headcanons on McCree being such a narcist that he tries to mold his desired prey into his own image, physically and mentally.

Arrogant McCree - Headcanons on how McCree would tackle male vs. female reader.

Breast and Nipple play - Kink drabble.

Bondage/Cloth Gagging - Kink drabble.

Pussy Worship - Kink drabble.

A Warm Welcome Home - AO3 - He just missed you is all. Some of that good ol’ deepthroating.

Good Luck Charm - Angst Ficlet. You know how McCree always says that the Route 66 map makes him feel uneasy and how he shouldn’t have come back there? Here’s a small story that explains why. Not on AO3 yet; requires revisions and cleanup work.

Demon/Werewolf McCree - Long drabble about being dicked down at the same time by both Demon and Werewolf McCree.

Bitch - AO3 - You're jealous of McCree always getting the great missions. And when he takes another one that belonged to you, you can't help but insult him behind his back. Look's like he's going to have to teach you who's really in charge.

Where’s My Hug At? - Drabble. You just know McCree’s that type of guy.

Troubadour - AO3 - Song-Fic with our favorite cowboy. “...I'll be an old troubadour when I'm gone.”

Infatuation - Ficlet. McCree loves showing just how much he loves you, he just expects you to say it back.

Mission Failure - AO3 - Jesse won't let you feel bad for yourself after another failed mission. In fact, he doesn't like the fact that you're ignoring him to throw a pity party for yourself. Lucky for you, the cowboy knows just how to cheer you up.

Voicelines - Drabble. Jesse doesn’t like it when you tease him, looks like he’s going to have to teach you a lesson.

Thicc!McCree - Drabble that started it all.

Thicc!McCree Cuddle - Drabble.

Thicc!McCree rawdoggin - Ficlet on the beefy cowboy having his way with you.

Thicc!McCree and Coke cans - Long Drabble.

Scratches - Drabble about Werewolf!McCree

Oh, That’ll Do Just Fine - Drabble. McCree mumbling his favorite line in your ear as you scream when he hilts you.

McCree with a smol!reader - Headcanons and a drabble on how Jesse would be with a kind and small s/o. [11.13.17]

Pregnant - Headcanons. Have some smut with Werewolf!McCree fucking a reader who’s heavily pregnant with his pups. [12.05.17]

This Is Where You Belong - Fic (1K). Sentence starter request. [12.23.17]

Dark!Junkrat

F.R.E.A.K. - Headcanons

Catching His Prey - Headcanons.

Dark!Reinhardt

Forced Marriage - Headcanons for a forced marriage with our favorite German granddaddy. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Domestic - Drabble.

Young!Reinhardt - Fic (1K) on a forced marriage with our blonde crusader [11/09/17]

Poly!Ships

Poly!Headcanons - Poly!McHanzo/Poly!Reaper76/Poly!Gency - Headcanons on life with our favorite ships.

Permission - Poly!McHanzo - Another one my first stories from my main blog.

Recruit - Poly!McGenji - A long drabble when of when Blackwatch’s resident Cowboy and Cyborg first met you.

A New Toy - Poly!ShimadaBros - No Shimadacest here guys. Just a simple ficlet on what would happen if Genji originally has you abducted and Hanzo's dragons sniff you out before he can even get past second base.

Confession Ask - Poly!McGenji - A drabble on Jesse using your body for his own pleasure and then passing you over to Genji for some sloppy seconds.

Race - Poly!McHanzo - Headcanons and a full-length fic on which of the guys knocks you up first.

Tie - Poly!McHanzo - Fic (2.6K). Congratulations! It looks like the guys succeeded in knocking you up and it sounds like it’s going to be twins. Not on AO3 yet; requires a lot of revisions and cleanup work.

Bonded - Poly!McRein - Headcanons on being in a forced relationship with two overpowering men.

Divorced Parent’s Treatment - Poly!McHanzo/Poly!Reaper76 - Two fics (Poly!McHanzo = 1.2K) (Poly!Reaper76 = 1K) based on what would happen when you try to play one man against the other.

Rage - Poly!McHanzo - Drabble on Hanzo’s POV during the Divorced Parent’s Treatment.

Drabbles/Ficlets with multiple characters

Stockholm Syndrome - Hanzo, McCree, and Reaper - Three ficlets based on a kidnapped reader who slowly grows to have feelings for our dark boys.

Reader trying to fight - McCree and Reaper - Ficlets. What if in your struggles you kicked them in the face super hard to get away, fighting for your life, thinking only of how you are about to be murdered?

Trying to get you pregnant vs. Happy accidents - Gabriel, Jack, McCree, Hanzo, Lucio, and Junkrat - Drabbles.

Size Difference Kinks - Doomfist, Jesse, Gabriel, Jack, and Reinhardt Drabbles.

Pain Kink/Pain Tolerance - Jesse, Doomfist, Reaper, Hanzo, and Reinhardt - Drabbles.

Love Me or Hate Me - Hanzo, Gabriel, Jack, Doomfist, Junkrat, Jesse, Genji, and Reinhardt - Drabbles on whether or not the guys care about your true feelings towards them.

Persuasion Techniques - Jesse, Genji, Junkrat, Reinhardt, Hanzo, Akande, Jack, and Gabriel - Drabbles on how you persuade the guys to give you what you want.

Size Kink: Pregnancy Edition - Doomfist, Jesse, Gabriel, Jack, and Reinhardt - The guys love how your belly is much more pronounced on your smaller frame.

First Time Holding Children - McCree, Hanzo, and Gabriel - Three ficlets about the men’s reactions to holding their long-awaited children for the first time.

Praising - Hanzo, Doomfist, Genji, and McCree - Drabbles on who would praise and tell you filthy things as they dominated you.

Clean Up - Reaper and Hanzo - Ficlets on the men not letting you clean yourself up after public sex.

Falling in Love - McCree, Jack, and Hanzo - Headcanons and drabbles about the men falling in love with their toy. [11.13.17]

Break-Ups - McCree, Hanzo, and Reaper - Drabbles on how the Dark! boys would treat a s/o that is openly grieving their previous partner. [11.16.17]

Jealousy - McCree, Jack, and Hanzo - Headcanons and drabbles about the Dark! boys and their possessive natures. [12.05.17]

I Love You - McCree and Reaper - a couple of ficlets on the men reactions on you saying you love them in your sleep. [02.27.18]

Headcanons with multiple characters

Gabriel Reyes and Jesse McCree - HC’s for your fave dark ow characters and crazy kinks.

Gag for disrespect ft. Reaper, Soldier 76, Hanzo, McCree, and Reinhardt

Ass or Tits ft. The Shimada Brothers - HCs on what the Shimada boys would be attracted to.

Forced Anal - McCree, Genji, and Hanzo - Err...I think the title says it all.

Zarya Headcanons - HCs of our favorite Russian.

You will learn to love me - Reinhardt and Pharah - HCs based on a sentence starter.

Who leaves you in a worse shape? - Reinhardt and Doomfist

Dark Fluff - Jack, Gabriel, and Hanzo - Some of that good stuff with the meaner guys, where they actually take the time to clean you up or are sickly sweet.

Lactation Kink - McCree and Hanzo

Talon Pregnancy Facilities - Reaper and Doomfist

Something to remember you by - Jesse, Hanzo, and Junkrat - Sometimes, the guys like to take things that belong to you to hold them over until they’re back inside you once more.

Vampires - Gabriel, Jack, Doomfist, and Jesse - What if the guys were vampires?

Attention-Seeking Dragons - Hanzo and Genji - How would Hanzo or Genji even take it if you were more affectionate/actually paid more attention to the dragons than them?

No Sex While Pregnant - Jesse, Hanzo, Jack, and Gabriel - How the men react if they were told their pregnant captive needed to keep relaxed, so no sex for the safety of the baby.

Panic and Depressive Episodes - Jesse and Hanzo - How the guys comfort you during your darkest times.

Obedience - Genji and Hanzo - How the Shimada brothers reward you when you finally begin to listen to them; sometimes even going above and beyond the call of duty.

Chub/Thick Girls - McCree, Doomfist, and Junkrat - The boys who appreciate a th i c c girl to make their own.

Dark Daddies - Doomfist, Gabriel, Hanzo, McCree - How some of the guys would be like as father’s.

Period - Reaper and McCree - A couple of headcanons on the guys who would be into period sex.

Inside - Hanzo, Jesse, Doomfist, and Jack - Who would stay inside after finishing?

Sons or Daughters - Who would prefer having daughters or sons.

Momentos - Hanzo, McCree, and Reaper - You know those possessive sociopathic assholes don’t care how ridiculous you look, they want to make sure that everyone knows you belong to them.

Halloween - McCree, Reaper, and Hanzo - What would these fuckbois dress their toys as and who would go the extra mile to assure that the costumes are humiliating?

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eggmondsammich · 6 years

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I had a go at the mish mash character challenge, but I have a lot of favourites

All of referenced characters under the cut

Firenze from The Boy Who Fell Enma Kozarto from Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Yamaguchi Tadashi from Haikyuu!! Hyuuga Hinata from Naruto Dipper Pines from Gravity Falls Neptune Vasilias from RWBY Miranda Lotto from D.Gray-Man Blue Diamond from Steven Universe Kozume Kenma from Haikyuu!!

Peridot from Steven Universe Roxie Pokemon from Black and White 2 Tiana from The Princess and the Frog Charmy Pappitson from Black Clover Emerald Sustrai from RWBY Asui Tsuyu from Boku No Hero Academia Eruka Frog from Soul Eater

Pearl from Steven Universe Elesa from Pokemon Black and White (2) Hibari Kyoya from Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Master Cyclonis from Storm Hawks Perona from One PIece Konan from Naruto Deidara from Naruto Charlotte “Dogtooth” Katakuri from One PIece Weiss Schnee from RWBY

Pyrrha Nikos from RWBY Mackenzie Hunt from Havenfall is for Lovers Nami from One Piece Carolina from Red vs Blue Atlanta from Class of the Titans Erza Scarlet from Fairy Tail Haruno Sakura from Naruto Mereoleona Vermillion from Black Clover Zinnia from Pokemon Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire

Aerrow from Storm Hawks Ibias from The Boy Who Fell Zack Fair from Final Fantasy VII Axel from Kingdom Hearts Tanaka Ryuunosuke from Haikyuu!! Lavi from D.Gray-Man Tobi from Naruto Guzma from Pokemon Portgas D. Ace from One Piece

Plumeria from Pokemon Sun and Moon Satya “Symmetra” Vaswani from Overwatch Olivia from Pokemon Sun and Moon Tenten from Naruto Sombra from Overwatch Ana Amari from Overwatch Piper from Storm Hawks Lynx Seventeen from Overwatch

Volkner from Pokemon Diamond and Pearl Wendy Corduroy from Gravity Falls Yang Xiao Long from RWBY Uraraka Ochako from Boku No Hero Academia Tachibana Kei from Hell’s Kitchen Reno from Final Fantasy VII Olivia Mira Armstrong from Fullmetal Alchemist Ren Kouen from Magi Ibusaki Shun from Shokugeki no Soma Kadota Kyouhei from Durarara!! Marco from One Piece Minamimoto Sho from The World Ends With You Amaimon from Ao No Exorcist Baroona from Vagrant Soldier Ares

Hoshigaki Kisame from Naruto Yoarashi Inasa from Boku No Hero Academia Togata Mirio from Boku No Hero Academia Killer from One Piece Kiawe from Pokemon Sun and Moon Akande Ogundimu “Doomfist” from Overwatch Hunk from Voltron Legendary Defender Bokuto Koutarou from Haikyuu!! Masrur from Magi

Xerxes Break from Pandora Hearts Laxus Dreyer from Fairy Tail Hidan from Naruto Jason Todd from Batman Judal from Magi Lucio from The Arcana Belphegor from Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Xanxus from Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Tezca Tlipoca from Soul Eater Azula from Avatar: The Last Airbender

Ravess from Storm Hawks Moira O’Deorain Eustass Kid from One Piece Tom Lucitor from Star vs the Forces of Evil Zora Ideale from Black Clover JD from Havenfall is for Lovers Quartz from The Boy Who Fell Hisoka Morow from Hunter X Hunter

#mish mash character challenge #mish mash challenge #character creation #character design #my ocs #eggmond's art #if you made it through all of that rubbish in the read more congrats #i knew i was gonna get some recurring features with this many characters #but /god/ i didn't think it was gonna be quite that obvious wh oops

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reapers-carino · 4 years

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Olufe mi

There was someone in the room with you.

You mentally cursed as you became acutely aware of the presence of another within the room, the muted scent of Alpha barely tickling your nose. It should not have been easy to get into your home. There were supposed to be safeguards in place; a security system installed by one of Talon’s finest security firms, the dog Akande had gifted your mere months before he had been imprisoned. The house itself was away from the bustling city of Numbani, existing close enough to the city for the residence to be registered there but far enough away that you had a kilometer of land in all directions.

It was implied that you were no longer welcomed within the confines of the city and you had almost preferred it that way. While no crimes had been pinned onto you, you were the mate to an international ‘criminal’. You had been Akande Ogundimu’s mate long before he had become Doomfist, before he had lost his arm and before his ‘fall from the world’s grace’. While it had once gained you the envy of any that laid eyes on the multi-talented business man, it had now earned you the ire of those that resented his tactics for the betterment of humankind. While some were fine with words, others thought they should hit him where they know it could truly hurt especially when they knew he could do nothing about it. You, however, were not the helpless omega they often believed you to be. They thought you a wilting flower, a ‘typical’ submissive, domestic Omega who attracted Akande to you with your meek nature. And this was the image you preferred to uphold. But one did not become the mate of one of the greatest tacticians and martial artists without learning some of his ways.

You shifted as slightly as you could, your hand inching upwards cautiously, fingers wrapping tight around the thin telescopic baton beneath your pillow. You kept your breathing even, steady, listening as the near silent footsteps made their way closer and closer to you. With a hard snap of the wrist you extended the baton to its full length before twisting in your bed, letting out a low grunt as you arced the weapon towards the intruder. They caught your wrist effortlessly, their grip snug but not painful, a low threatening growl leaving your throat as you tried to yank away.

“ Ìfẹ́-ọkàn mi… is this any way to welcome me home?”

It felt as if your heart stopped and drummed all at once, your eyes going round as the sound of that voice--his voice--poured over you. Slowly your gaze drifted upwards until your eyes locked with warm brown eyes. For the first time in years, it felt as if you could truly breathe, your hands releasing the baton as you clumsily surged forward. Akande’s rich laugh poured over you as he smoothly pulled you up into his arms, a choked sob wresting its way from your lips as your arms tightened about his neck. Your hands shook as they danced over him; his face, his shoulders, grazing against his mark in unbelieving astonishment.

Pressing your face into his shoulder you took a deep breath and practically whimpered. His scent was contained and dampened, but beneath the layers of obvious suppressants it was there; smelling of ube fruit and anise, rippling undertones of rich earth and ozone. You had wanted this for so long, it felt as if you were still in a dream, the only thing tethering you to the fact that it was reality was the solid feel of him beneath your touch. You could hear, could feel the low rumble of contentment that vibrated through his chest, your hands tightening around the edge of his tank top before your eyes lifted back up to his.

“Olùfẹ́ mi”, you stated breathlessly, tears rolling down your face as a wide grin creased your lips. “Welcome home...what took you so long?”

A shiver rolled down your spine as you watched a smile crease his face before a bark of a laugh left his lips as he stood with you and did a small spin. You laughed for the first time in ages, your legs kicking back, his hold about your waist tightening as he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours.

“You know oyin mi I do not move until the time is right”, he stated matter-of-factly before dipping his head down and pressing a long kiss against you mark. “I have missed you, my joy.”

You purred, nails gently scratching at his shoulder as he nuzzled, unable to mark you yet but allowing your scent to mark him. You whined when he pulled back before sighing as he pressed a hard kiss to your lips. You melted under his show of affection, your body going lax against his. Life had been breathed into you, warmth coursing through you as your weakened connection re-established itself, settling the discourse that had wracked you all the years he had been away. Reluctantly, you pulled away from one another when oxygen demanded it, Akande warily lowering your down to the ground. Your brow pinched together in confusion, wanting to disregard the obvious notion that he couldn’t stay, wanting to steal several more moments with the man, your Alpha. But the risk was too high and you would never forgive yourself if you were the reason why he ended up back in jail.

Akande gently cupped your face, your hand instantly lifting up and holding it there as you twisted your face to press hard kisses into his palm. Your eyes were wet again, an arc of sadness tinging the reunion, the tall man smiling down at your affectionately.

“I will send for you when it is safe”, he stated, answering the silent question of ‘when’ that was written all over your face. He paused for a moment, tearing his gaze away as a small device in his pocket began to beep incessantly. A frown tinged his features before his eyes returned to you, a torn smile on his full lips. “I have to leave now if I am going to make it out of Numbani.”

“Then I will wait for you onítèmi.”

“I love you, my omega.”

“I love you too, my Alpha. Be safe.”

He pressed one last kiss to your lips before dashing out of the room and down the stairs. Dropping back onto your bed, you sighed, a swell of happiness filling your chest as you ran your hand down the back of your neck. There would be no more sleeping this evening.

#doomfist x reader #Doomfist #Overwatch #akande ogundimu #Alpha! Doomfist #Alpha! Akande Ogundimu #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #alpha x omega #reunion #fluff

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ao3feed-mchanzo · 5 years

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3rd Batch

by Cyberrat

3rd Batch of my fics

Words: 10766, Chapters: 10/10, Language: English

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, F/M

Characters: Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Reinhardt Wilhelm, Balderich von Adler, Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu, Jesse McCree, Concept Art Mercy (Overwatch), Roadhog | Mako Rutledge, Hanzo Shimada, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Winston (Overwatch), Lúcio Correia dos Santos, Sojiro Shimada, Genji Shimada, Tekhartha Zenyatta, Tekhartha Mondatta

Relationships: Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Reinhardt Wilhelm, Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu/Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Roadhog | Mako Rutledge/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada, Lúcio Correia dos Santos/Winston, Genji Shimada/Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada/Tekhartha Zenyatta

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Animalistic, Watersports, Anal Gaping, Bathroom Sex, Age Difference, Sloppy Seconds, Body Inspection, Stuck in a wall, Shimadacest, Male Lactation, Breeding, Feminization, Oviposition

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#mchanzo #fic #ao3feed #overwatch #jesse mccree #hanzo shimada

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ao3feed-pharmercy · 7 years

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Dysphoria Sensations

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2vaYpP0

by Oct0berSkies

In a military organized social experiment, funded by several countries, nine Alphas are sent to a remote base in the northern parts of Canada in order to be trained to be the world's most elite group of super soldiers. Though, nine extremely territorial and dominant beings living in such close quarters causes chaos to arise more often than not.

With strangely high quality conditions, Jack Morrison fears there may be alternative motives to the training received. But will dysphoria and depression keep him from continuing further, or will a new hope for him arise? And could that hope possibly take the form of another Alpha by the name of Gabriel Reyes?

In other words, I'm terrible at summaries. You can come read my 100% self indulgent Alpha x Alpha Reaper76 fic, feat. Porn! and angsty slow burn!

Words: 4961, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Jesse McCree, Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu, Lucio Corriea dos Santos, Genji Shimada, Mei-Ling Zhou, Fareeha "Pharah" Amari, Ana Amari, Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Sombra (Overwatch), Junkrat | Jamison Fawkes, Reinhardt Wilhelm, Torbjörn Lindholm, Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix, Original Characters, Original Character, Original Male Character(s), Afton Salt, Mentioned Roadhog | Mako Rutledge, Mentioned Hanzo Shimada, Mentioned Tekhartha Zenyatta, Mentioned Tracer | Lena Oxton

Relationships: Reaper | Gabriel Reyes/Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes & Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada, Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu/Lúcio Correia dos Santos, Aleksandra "Zarya" Zaryanova/Mei-Ling Zhou, Fareeha "Pharah" Amari/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Genji Shimada/Tekhartha Zenyatta, Junkrat | Jamison Fawkes/Roadhog | Mako Rutledge, Ana Amari/Reinhardt Wilhelm, Sombra & Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix, Original Character/Never Ending Self Hatred

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, mentioned mpreg, No actual Mpreg tho, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dysphoria, Alternate Universe - Military, Canon Universe But Alternate Story, physical violence, Alpha / Alpha, Knotting, Oral Knotting, Sexual Content, Explicit Sexual Content, Slow Burn, Scent Marking, Scenting, Nesting, Alpha Nesting, Denial of Feelings, Depression, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Military Science Fiction, Science Fiction, Fake Science, more to come - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2vaYpP0

#pharmercy #rocket angel #overwatch

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reapers-carino · 4 years

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Ife Mi

“Wow...que bonito. But god that took forever”

“What the--”

“You should be careful with where you point that thing.”

You barely bit back a snarl as you twisted to see just where in the hell the voice was coming from, confusion wrinkling your brow. It felt like she was mocking you, playing

“Hey calm down, I’m a friend.”

“There you go…”

A woman glimmered to life in front of you; long, dark hair dyed and side shaven, warm brown skin accented by varying shades of purple, blue and indigo. The mischievous smirk that creased her lips gave you pause before she extended her hand to you, long nails--no gloves, perhaps both--gently scratching the back of your hand as you shook her’s.

“You can call me Sombra. So...you going to go pack? We don’t have all day.”

“Aw don’t look so shy”, she teased, the lilt of a barely contained chuckle in her voice. “It has been a while. Maybe you can help the big guy unwind.”

You could feel the flush climb up your cheeks and down into your chest but you refused to cow to this joker of a girl.

Brow furrowing, you weren’t exactly sure you followed, but if Akande had entrusted your trip to this woman...then you would trust him.

“There we go...okay, keep your head low and let’s go.”

“Oh god you guys have the same expressions”, she snorted, her nose wrinkling up as genuine laughter bubbled from her lips. “Pobrecito...I promise it’s a short ride and then you’ll get to be in your big, strong Alpha’s arms.”

“Welcome to Talon HQ”, Sombra said as both your feet finally touched solid ground, you actually squeezing both of her hands in appreciation.

Your lungs began to burn as they demanded air from you, pulling you reluctantly from the kiss, your eyes peering open as you breathed against his lips.

“Gods I have missed you”, you breathed out, pressing a quick brief kiss to his lips before you heard exaggerated gagging from behind you.

“The suggestion is not a bad one De”, you murmured near his ear, pulling back with a shrug of your shoulder and a suggestive smile on your lips.

“What a gentleman”, Sombra teased with a half snort before beginning to take the lead, walking towards the set of buildings that you had completely missed.

“Let’s go.”

“Hold it”, she said, Akande stopping you from pushing forwards, eyes looking at the both of them in confusion.

Sombra pressed her hand to the wall next to the door frame, hand briefly glowing purple before a holo-screen appearing against the surface before an electronic voice requested biometrics.

“Welcome, please look or press hand onto the holo-pad.”

“There we go”, she said with a small smile before motioning at you, eyes sparkling with mirth. “Gotta add you into the system so the lasers don’t melt you.”

“Lasers”, you questioned as you took a half step foward, Akande’s hand still on your back, and pressing your left hand into the pad.

“Please Alpha…I need you…”

“Please…”

“Not yet beloved”, he sighed softly against your lips, shaking his head and pulling back once more.

“O-Oh…”

“Ìfẹ́ mi…how I have missed you.”

“Akande”, you sobbed, your voice thick with emotion as tears rolled down your cheeks, a low and needy keen for the man humming in your chest.

#doomfist #overwatch doomfist #doomfist x reader #Alpha!Doomfist #Alpha! Doomfist #alpha x omega #a/b/o #A/B/O dynamic #overwatch fluff #fluffy #overwatch fanfic #abo rut #marking

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