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1 . Sunyatta! Zenyatta x Male Reader Sequel (LEMON) 2. Ramattra x Male! Reader (LEMON) 3. Barbarian! Zarya x Submissive! Male! Reader (LEMON) 4. Doctor, Cure Me Please Sequel (LEMON?) 5. Roadhog x Reader (LEMON)

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 It’s been how long since he stepped foot back into the outside world from those ancient ruins of the Giza Plateau? 

It doesn’t matter, there’s nothing for him out there anymore worth his time.

Aware that he’s most likely been gone for quite some time, yet had willingly dismantled any ties he had with others, has there been anyone searching for him? 

It doesn’t matter, never a one could provide him with the opportunities and sensations he’s been blessed with. 

“Mm-ngh!”  

It’s the brief, mild pressure of those honed talons momentarily digging into the scalp of (Y/N)’s head, the omnic god- HIS GOD- taking advantage of the moment to buck his own hips forward to thrust the shaft of his silicone cock further down (Y/N)’s throat. Intellectually straying from reality to drown within the thoughts of the situation that (Y/N) is in- no, it wasn’t a situation, this was his new existence, he’s feeling more alive than ever- had been happening more often than not but he doesn’t despise it one bit. 

“Sorry, hmph, Sunyatta~” Excess drool seeps past (Y/N)’s lips to splatter upon the floor below, wantful lidded eyes flickering up to momentarily come to meet Sunyatta’s own intense, red orbs. There’s a dull, partially uncomfortable ache within his jaw accompanying the shaky breaths that are leaving (Y/N) as he’s feeling light headed from mindlessly sucking on Sunyatta’s cock for the last- well, (Y/N) can’t remember how long he’s been doing it for, just that the ache within his knees was becoming more prominent as well. The pain doesn’t matter, it never does.. It’s just a physical aspect, something temporary. It doesn’t compare to the everlasting pleasure that he receives from his god, it never can and it never will. “..Was just thinking about you once again~” 

“Of course you were, pet.” 

Sunyatta lowers his hand down from the armrest of his throne in order to firmly grasp (Y/N)’s chin, brushing a talon gently across his skin. 

“Such a good, obedient little morsel~”

It’s an alluring sight- the glowing, twinkling lights from the city of Cairo in contrast to the moonless, night sky. A beautiful sight, a beautiful place, and eventually it would all be Sunyatta’s. There were just some other situations that had to be dealt with first, some more tedious than others, but it was nothing but a small obstacle for the larger, more ultimate goal- rising back into his place, the Omnic god to rise back within his glory. Sunyatta’s name would once again be the name to leave people’s lips whether they speak in praise, fear, or anything in between. His presence would once again be noticed and acknowledged, while with the modern world Sunyatta would be able to rise to even higher planes of power and dominate this world.

“S-Sunyatta~,” It’s a high pitched, needy whine that withdraws Sunyatta from the visions of how the near future will be, causing him to look down. There’s those lust lidded eyes of (Y/N)’s once again staring up at him, conveying what exactly he was desiring without even actually speaking other words at all. Sunyatta could feel the warmth from (Y/N)’s bare skin- there’s no need to be wearing such materialistic things as clothing here in the first place- transfer against his own metallic frame.

It’s not an uncommon sight, not anymore. As a matter of fact, it’s a sight that the god encounters multiple times per day, and he hasn’t necessarily gotten tired of it yet. (Y/N) positions himself to be upon his knees, just hovering above Sunyatta’s foot while pressing his body flush against Sunyatta’s leg. There’s a soft hiss that escape’s past (Y/N)’s lips- the throbbing of his hardened cock almost painful, begging for relief. Fingers trail up Sunyatta’s calf up to clutch his hip, beginning to roll his hips to give himself relief but also pleasure. 

(Y/N) allows himself to succumb to the pleasure as it increasingly takes over his mind, his senses, closing his eyes within the process. Rolling his hips eventually turns into frantically rocking his hips all while high pitched moans of content leave his lips. He gets worked up extremely easily, (Y/N) could already feel his balls beginning to tighten, he’s so close to- “S-Sunyatta, want my reward~ Gghh, fuck!~ Please!~” 

“You would love a reward, wouldn’t you, pet?” 

Sunyatta chuckles, one of his clawed hands resting upon (Y/N)’s head as the man continues to hump Sunyatta’s leg with ultimate despair, slowly dragging his talons through the soft, luscious hair upon his pet’s head. Of course, (Y/N) was wanting his reward, and he was wanting it as soon as he could possibly get it. It was amusing for the omnic to watch his counterpart become so needy, to crave him- his existence- and the sensations that Sunyatta could give him, to the point that (Y/N) allows himself to become absolutely consumed by it. 

It’s a layered pile that consists of various fabrics- cottons, linens, silks- that’s been formed out on the open balcony that gives a great overlooking view of the city not too far away. (Y/N)’s already in the position that he wants to be in- no, that he needs to be in, in order to receive his reward by the one that he cherishes most- that he absolutely loves most. The upper half of his body is pressed firmly against the luscious fabrics, face squished against one of the pillows amongst the pile. (Y/N) shifts his knees up to have himself propped, reaching his hands back to spread his ass and reveal himself. He was in position, he was absolutely ready. He was- 

“Ggh, fuck!~” Despite that there had been multiple times before that (Y/N) has taken the cock of his beloved god, that initial stretching as Sunyatta slowly sinks every inch into (Y/N)’s greedy hole still causes him to tense up. It starts out as a slow and sensual pace, Sunyatta considering himself generous enough to allow his pet some moments to adjust to the intrusion, the length, but it begins picking up- the sound of “flesh” against flesh echoing throughout the air following wanton moans and whines. 

“Such a good, obedient morsel, you are, (Y/N),” Sunyatta leans forward, hunching his frame over and against (Y/N)’s, the warmth between them becoming borderline uncomfortable followed by the sweat smearing across the surface of their skin. With a sharp thrust of his hips, Sunyatta reaches a hand out to firmly grip at (Y/N)’s hair and pulls them both up to be upon their knees. “Willing to bend and alter yourself to my every bend and will, devoting anything and everything to me.. A perfect example of how a follower should be.”

“Eventually, I’ll begin my reign over Cairo. I’ll begin there, making my power surge from top to bottom-” Sunyatta’s hand releases (Y/N)’s hair and moves down to clasp around his throat, tightening his grip slightly but not enough to restrict his lover’s breathing. The other one positions to rest firmly upon (Y/N)’s hip, using the momentum from their movements to pierce his cock further into (Y/N)’s hole- if that was even a possibility anymore. His release is imminent- coming closer to bringing Sunyatta undone- his thrusting is becoming sloppy and unpaced, he can feel his processors on the verge of overheating, and god- the way that (Y/N)’s greedy, sopping hole is tightly clenching around his cock. 

The rough, guttural groan that leaves Sunyatta causes an immense shiver to course throughout (Y/N)’s already trembling being, his own moan joining Sunyatta’s to form a chorus that eventually descends to be shaky breaths as the adrenaline begins to wear off and exhaustion begins settling in. “There’s only one way that it will all be worth it in the end,” Sunyatta’s words practically slip through one ear and out the other, (Y/N)’s mind instantaneously giving into the secondary wave of pleasure that overcomes him as Sunyatta briefly begins to rock his hips. “-is that you’re right there by my side..” 

“-recruiting other fellow worshippers as well, of course~” 

A high pitched whine leaves (Y/N), but he absently agrees. Of course he would, never any doubt. 

Once again, those thoughts cross his mind. 

 It’s been how long since he stepped foot back into the outside world from those ancient ruins of the Giza Plateau? 

It doesn’t matter, there’s nothing for him out there anymore worth his time.

Aware that he’s most likely been gone for quite some time, yet had willingly dismantled any ties he had with others, has there been anyone searching for him? 

It doesn’t matter, never a one could provide him with the opportunities and sensations he’s been blessed with. 

“Y-Yes! Yes!” 

(Y/N) drags his fingers along the now soiled fur, closing his eyes, letting a deep breath out. 

“Anything, a-anything for you.. Sunyatta..” 

“-Love you, I love you.. Sunyatta..” 

A squelching sound echoes throughout the environment as Sunyatta withdraws his cock from (Y/N)’s now abused, gaping hole- a flickering within his processors and system at seeing his cum drip into a pile below them. Trailing his hand slowly up (Y/N)’s back, smearing the sweat that’s accumulated from their steamy session, it’s then that Sunyatta hunches over his lover one again, resting his head against (Y/N)’s own, dimming the accent lights upon his being. 

There isn’t any other person out there that’s as dedicated and loyal to the band, whether it be as a fan in the crowd or someone helping behind the scenes, as Hazard is! Throughout the daytime of a musical event that (Y/N)’s band is going to be participating in later that evening Hazard could be found right at her side, and he’s not departing from (Y/N) unless he absolutely has to. If there’s a period of time where (Y/N) and the band are having to take some time to write out autographs or do some interviews with fans then he’s sitting right next to her or standing off to the side close to her, making sure that’s she’s doing alright underneath the all the pressure of meeting the fans. A quick lunch break in between? “Whit’re ye in the mood for, hen? "There’s some braw-lookin’ mac an’ cheese bites o’er there at the vendor. Or maybe ye fancy some Italian sausage hoagies?" Whenever (Y/N)’s about to perform he’s wherever she wants him to be. In the backstage waiting for her to take a break, to make sure that he's got water ready for her, got to make sure his girlfriend stays dehydrated, a kiss for doing so well on that previous song! If he’s within the crowd watching the performance out front, he’s definitely in the front row, a bonus of being the boyfriend to his beautiful (Y/N). He’s taking all the pictures and videos that he can of her in the moment, in all her glory, and making sure that she can hear him over everything else while cheering her on.

While celebrating successful performances within other bands are typically hosting some after party, getting completely wasted off of their asses, that’s definitely not the case with (Y/N) and her band. The women, along with a select few others such as Hazard, spend the remainder of the night within their enormous and luxurious tour bus, turning it into an absolute, well deserved selfcare treatment night. It’s quite a lot for Hazard, a bit overwhelming as well, but if (Y/N)’s going to get it done, then he definitely is too! The whole package as well! Manicure, pedicure, a facial- there’s a soft giggle of amusement that escapes past (Y/N)’s lips as she watches Hazard sneak a little smear of his avocado facial mask onto his finger before it quickly disappears into his mouth, “Babe! Just because it’s made with avocados doesn’t mean that you should eat it!” Hazard finds it quite interesting about how chatty the women are, and the topics they talk about as quite intriguing as well. It’s nice to just spend the remainder of the night with his woman in his lap, his hands resting upon her hips whenever they're not sneaking small fruits and other snacks off the multiple charcuterie boards, taking in the gossip and tea.

“-babes, you’ve got to start eating something else besides donuts all the time.” 

It should’ve been something expected, something that was a well known fact at this point, considering that (Y/N) had allowed her childhood best friend to plan their hangout activities for this time. It wasn’t necessarily often that the full control of planning their outing was within Kiriko’s hands, and (Y/N) should’ve known that kunoichi would take full advantage of it. 

Typically whenever the young ladies would hangout they would take on a night in the town, eating at some fine dine restaurant before spending the rest of the evening at some karaoke bar to sing the latest girl band songs or find themselves sitting at the local cafe to gossip about the latest drama. This time was a little bit different though. Despite that (Y/N) had returned from her mandatory college class trip a couple of days ago, she was still feeling the lingering effects of jetlag, and therefore had asked Kiriko to make the hangout more mellow and relaxed than usual. Maybe order some takeout, she wouldn’t mind having a few shots of alcohol, but spend the night inside while watching movies or something. 

Takeout? Just ordered, busy night, therefore going to take awhile to get there. 

Movies? Some romantic comedies that Kiriko has been wanting to check out. 

Alcohol? Apparently not, Kiriko stated that she had something much more special for the night. 

“-Speaking of donuts,” There’s a grin that forms upon Kiriko’s face as she goes to clasp her hands behind her back, having that behavior that she had something suspect planned, standing back by the table in the dining area of the apartment. “You’ve got to take a look at these ones! Tell me what you think about them!” 

Those three, large boxes that had a variety of donuts were pushed to the side to reveal two, smaller boxes behind them, which Kiriko excitedly pushed towards the edge of the table for (Y/N) to get a better look at them. These two specific donuts were quite larger than the others in the typical boxes, though at first that seemed to be the only difference that (Y/N) could notice. The donut upon the left obviously belongs to Kiriko, seeing that it was a sour cream type of donut that was thinly coated in a soft, pink frosting that also was decorated with more than enough pink and red sprinkles as well. The other donut happened to be similar in size, but it seemed to be (Y/N)’s preferred type of donut and extras as well. 

“I didn’t know that they started making extra big donuts at that shop you get them from, Kiri.” 

“Oh, they don’t! I figured I’d give it a try at replicating them since they’re special donuts! Our special treat since we’re staying in tonight!”  

Replicas? 

Special donuts? 

Oh? 

Oh..? 

..Ohh. 

It begins a subtle sensation within the mind, that there’s something going on but it’s difficult to explain what it is. Then, the sensation becomes more prominent within the eyes, how they become reddened and droopy, but it’s not from tiredness. There’s a heaviness that begins to become apparent within the arms and legs, eventually throughout the whole body, and you become comfortable just being in one position for quite some time. Trying to get up and move around was a whole other story, but for right now both (Y/N) and Kiriko were content on the couch. Large smiles were seemingly permanent on their lips, stretched wide and would stretch even wider if possible from the flurry of giggles that echoed throughout the air at practically nothing. 

“..I didn’t know.. that- that you knew how to make edibles, babes.” 

“After you brought over those fruit ring edibles that one time I figured that I could at least try to make some, since I typically have more time on my hands then you. Like I said, our special treat.” 

“You keep making them, and they continue tasting that good, then you’ll just have to become my new dealer. It’d be easier and less of a hassle than dealing with other dealers around.”  

Eventually their small talk diminishes into silence as the first movie that had been chosen by Kiriko plays throughout the living room of the apartment. It wasn’t necessarily a movie that (Y/N) typically found herself interested in, but it did have some actress or two that both the women were quite interested in. The way that the actress naturally falls into her role, the way that she’s able to gravitate the audience towards her no matter what she does, the way that she looks beautiful no matter how she looks- “Ah, shit.” 

Lifting her hand up to her face (Y/N)’s met with a muddle of icing and donut crumbs, glancing down to see that there had also been a similar mess upon her chest. From the lack of awareness from the high of the edibles (Y/N) must’ve gone to wipe crumbs off of her chest and forgotten about the chunk of donut that had still been resting within her hand. There’s that blurred movement of green- don’t ask what specific shade of green that it is because (Y/N) has absolutely no clue- that comes across (Y/N)’s vision and blocks the view of her chest. “Kiriko, what are yo-” It’s then that there’s a balmy, damp sensation that brushes across her chest. 

“-Did you just fucking lick me?” 

There isn’t much of a verbal response besides a soft hum that leaves Kiriko as she proceeds to brush her tongue against (Y/N)’s skin once again, smacking her lips at the taste of the donut and icing upon her tongue. There was also something about the taste of her best friend, something that was exquisite yet also hard to explain, and she couldn’t help but to go back in for another taste. There was something satisfying to Kiriko about lifting her head up to see a flustered blush having spread across (Y/N)’s face, the young woman seemingly conflicted, yet intrigued, about how things were turning out. 

“(Y/N)~” 

It’s a breathy whisper, a breathy whisper with a teasing tone, and how it ends up transitioning into some hot and heavy session of intoxicated intimacy with her best friend is definitely a surprise to the both of them. 

“F-Fuck, babes~” 

There’s an shudder that courses throughout (Y/N)’s body while her hips jerk forward in an attempt to reach out for Kiriko’s touch once again, that intense warmth and tingling sensation slowly subsiding as Kiriko removes her fingers from (Y/N)’s clit. While her cunt clenches around nothing, desperately wanting Kiriko’s fingers back to dragging themselves along the walls of her pussy or rubbing against that sweet, special spot, her breasts are being attended to in the meantime. Kiriko’s lips wrapped firmly around one of (Y/N)’s breasts, alternating between using her tongue to brush against the erect nipple within her mouth and then using her teeth to gently bite and pull at the nipple until it leaves her mouth with a soft popping sound, using one of her hands to gently grope and squeeze at (Y/N)’s other breast. 

-told ya’ that this would be a fun night, all thanks to a special treat~” Kiriko responds after giggling softly, brushing her tongue across her lips, taking in the excess amount of icing that was smeared upon her lips. It had taken some convincing, but in the end she had succeeded, Kiriko having convinced (Y/N) to allow the kunoichi to experiment with some food play- smearing a ring of icing amongst (Y/N)’s areola and allowing Kiriko to lick the icing off. “As sweet as an actual donut, maybe even more~” 

There's a soft whine as Kiriko’s fingers move back to teasingly brushing against (Y/N)’s clit, giving her best friend an occasional sense of relief but also an increasing sense of need while dipping her fingers into her cunt, beginning to slowly pump her fingers. It doesn't take long for Kiriko to increase the pace of thrusting her fingers, trying to brush against that sweet spot, her thumb continuing to brush across (Y/N)’s clit. Feeling the tremors coursing throughout her body was enough to cause Kiriko's ego and pride to swell, biting a bit harshly at (Y/N)’s breast. 

“-’m ‘bout to cum, Kiri!~ ‘bout to cum, so-” 

There's a sharp knock at the door of the apartment that causes a sudden pause for the two women, all movements and noises besides quick, shaky breaths coming to a cease. There's a brief shared glance between the two of them before a partially muffled voice could be heard once. 

“Uh, hello? My name's Kisame.. I'm here to drop off your order from Hibachi?” 

There's a brief snort that leaves (Y/N) while a soft giggle comes from Kiriko, the two beginning to untangle themselves from each other. Quick to adjust their clothes, though knowing that there wasn't much at that moment to truly cover up their disheveled appearances. 

He had almost forgotten about how boring downtime could be during these missions. 

Being on unaccompanied missions didn’t happen as often these days since Johnny had been within the ranks of being a Sergeant within Task Force 141, but it still occasionally happened. Yeah, there were certain segments of being physically alone during missions, but he never was truly alone during those moments. Typically, Laswell or Price would either be on the other end of communications, and that someone else would be meeting up with him to initiate the next part of whatever plan was next. 

Usually, it would be Simon. 

Simon wasn’t here though. 

Johnny hadn’t encountered anyone else within the safehouse that he was temporarily staying at, at least till morning, but nor was he informed if anyone else might be showing up as well. Not that he would necessarily go out of his way to be making a new friend, maybe just some small talk in order to pass the time till he fell asleep. 

There wasn’t much to actually do within the safehouse itself, and right now it was far too risky to actually go out and spend a couple of hours occupying time with something. While there was a television it was something of an ancient piece of technology, which probably only showed local, over the air channels which would bore him almost immediately. The radio had been ransacked for parts and batteries quite some time ago, and the books were worn and torn, probably had sections of them missing as well. Even the break rooms back on base had much more for entertainment than this safehouse did, even if Johnny was only going to be staying for a couple of hours. 

Bzz. Bzz. 

Oh, that’s right. 

There was his work phone within his back pocket. 

Initially, Johnny had forgotten about the phone that typically lingered within his back pocket, seeing that it’s primary use was supposed to be for work purposes only. Yet, it seemed that whatever was on the device was going to be the sole entertainment opportunity for the night, and at this point he would take it. Waking up the phone doesn’t take much more than a press of a button and then a mere password, bringing him to the main interface. There’s that little thing that proceeds to catch his eye, that little, red circle on the right corner of the mail icon, the number one practically burning into his retinas. 

Could it possibly be a message regarding the mission? 

Could it possibly be a message about some special going on from some restaurant he had ordered from earlier in the day? (Don’t tell the higher ups about that, Johnny hates when they put their damned parental locks on the phone.) 

To his surprise, or possibly not, it’s actually a text message from Simon. 

Johnny eyebrows raise as he sees the prompts to download the videos, the man considering himself quite intrigued now. Simon was always a man of words in person rather than over text, but he definitely wasn’t a photogenic person, which is what causes curiosity to creep up within his mind. If Simon was sending him something over the phone, especially videos after Johnny mentioning his missus, then this must have been something good. 

His finger couldn’t hit that download prompt much faster than it had. 

‘Sendin’ this ta’ Johnny.’ 

Simon’s voice could be heard clearly once the video had begun being played, sending shivers coursing straight down Johnny’s spine. He had to adjust himself on that small, worn couch within the living room of the safehouse, already starting to unbuckle and unzip his pants. Johnny was well aware that he himself was quite easy to exhilarate, and knowing that Simon and (Y/N) both involved, he was definitely going to be in for a ride. 

‘Hiya, baby!~ Miss ya’ so much!~’ 

Pausing the video for a moment to place a kiss upon the missus' beautiful face. 

‘Hope you’re keeping yourself safe out there!~ Simon’s been keeping me company!~ Good company, of course!~’ 

There’s some teasing aspects to the first video, subtle but noticeable enough for Johnny, but it’s tame for the most part. It’s a cute outing between the two, essentially a date if it’s to be described as anything else, between Simon and (Y/N). (Y/N)’s wearing that endearing sundress that she had bought on the previous shopping trip, the one that’s extremely low cut from the top and high riding from the bottom, Johnny hasn’t had the pleasure of getting to see it in person yet. Throughout the video there’s times where whenever (Y/N) would bend over or purposely lift the bottom of her dress up slightly that Simon would zoom in, sometimes even catching a peek of some lacy, white panties. Other times it would be Simon pressing her up against a wall wherever they happened to be at, bringing a large hand to grope at one her breasts or having his hand trailing up her thigh and underneath her dress. 

‘Be a good girl and flash those new piercings of yours to the camera, sweetheart. Show Johnny-boy what’s waiting for him once he gets back home.’ 

‘Yes, sir. Johnny, look at how cute my nipple piercings are~ Maybe we could look into getting my clit pierced next?~’

Johnny doesn’t want to end up finishing too quickly, that would ultimately ruin it for him, especially since he hasn’t even viewed the second video yet and he’s sure that there’s definitely going to be some delicious jerk-off material within it. 

His grip around the shaft has tightened, causing a shiver of pleasure to course down his spine while his hips involuntarily buck up. “Ohh, fuck~” His stroking speed being leisurely, making sure to drag along the veins of his erect cock up to that burning, red tip where he would tease himself by brushing the buildup of precum across it, and using it as lube for the rest of his cock. 

The second video was longer than the first video, but Johnny definitely didn’t mind. As a matter of fact, the longer the better. It gave Johnny the challenge to see how long he could last while watching his two favorite people in the world with each other. It made him more enthusiastic to get back home. Pressing the play button upon the screen he’s met with such a beautiful sight. A sight that he would never be able to get tired of, that would be able to get his cock hard and throbbing at any second of the day, no matter where he was or what he was doing. Those pretty eyes looking up into the camera through fluttering eyelashes, a gentle grip as the bottom of her dress is gripped within both hands, lips pursed and glistening from the saliva continuously coats them from bobbing her head. 

(Y/N) looks absolutely gorgeous being on her knees while sucking Simon’s cock. 

‘Johnny’s taught you quite well, hasn’t he, love? Using that pretty mouth of yours so well.’ 

‘Mmph!~ Johnny’s such a good- uhmm, mmph!~’

‘Didn’t give you permission to speak, love. Especially considering that I’ve got you busy with my cock in your mouth.’

Johnny’s thumb briefly brushes against the phone screen as he adjusts himself on the couch once again, causing the video to skip forward a couple of minutes. What he was seeing was an absolute tease, but also an absolute heaven. How such an obscene noise of skin slapping against skin was blaring through the phone speaker as Johnny watched Simon manhandle his cock in and out of his girlfriend, watching the plush flesh of her ass and hips bounce with every collision of Simon’s hips against her backside. How (Y/N)’s hands were tightly fisting the loose sheets underneath them, face buried into the pillows. Even then, Johnny could still clearly hear the loud moans and occasional shrieks that left her lips, those words of completely being in the grasp of pleasure. 

‘M-Mm, fuck!~ T-Too much, Si!~ Too much!~’ 

‘You can handle it, love. I know for sure that you can handle my big, thick cock. Taking it slow, taking it rough, taking it anyway that I want you to take it.’ 

Simon’s hand gracefully travels across the supple skin of (Y/N)’s ass, chuckling softly at her reaction of letting out a squeal of surprise as his hand collides with the flesh of her ass, giving a squeeze before proceeding to spank her once again. Squeezing the flesh of her ass is soon replaced with his hand slowly trailing up her back, thumb brushing against the structure of her spine, (Y/N)’s hips bucking up against him, until she’s forced to arch her back as Simon roughly grabs at her hair and pulls her head back. 

‘Simon, gonna cum!~ W-Wanna cum!~ Please, please, please!-’ 

‘Uh uh. There’s someone else that you need permission from to cum.’

‘J-Johnny, please!~ Please, can I cum?~ N-Need to cum, want to cum!~ Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum!-’ 

It was absolutely beautiful watching her unravel due to the intense orgasm that Simon had withdrawn from her, and in some aspects, Johnny did as well. That soft cry that escapes past her lips while her eyes briefly roll back, a hand pressing back against Simon’s abdomen to get him to slow down. Yet, it proves to be fruitless, whatever words that Simon was speaking not clearly being picked up from the phone video, until his body takes up most of the view, his loud voice echoing throughout the living room of the safehouse. 

‘FUCK! TAKE MY FUCKIN’ CUM, LOVE! FUCKIN’ TAKE IT!’ 

Johnny’s breath becomes hitched within his throat at the next sight that causes his mouth to water, how the camera pans down from (Y/N)’s pleasure contorted face down to her messy cunt, Simon using two of his fingers to push apart the outer labias to reveal his thick cum slowly dripping from her and landing on the sheets below. ‘What a waste,’ Johnny thinks to himself briefly, wishing that he was home so he could clean up both of his girlfriend and his best friend, to enjoy the taste of them amongst his tongue, a taste that only he would be rewarded with out of all people. 

It’s the clear visual and imagining the taste upon his tongue that brings Johnny to his own orgasm, hips bucking sporadically while the pace of him stroking his cock becomes sloppy and erratic as well. “Fuckin, hell!” He groans out, head falling back while his eyes briefly close, cum spurting in thick stands across his lower abdomen and some upon his chest. He’s a damn fiend, Johnny is, gathering an abundance upon his fingers and bringing it to brush against his tongue. A soft chuckle, he finally begins to text Simon back. 

I. "Spread Your Legs, Superfan"

FANDOM - Borderlands 3

PAIRING - Tyreen Calypso x Female! Reader

SUMMARY - Entering the 'once-in-a-lifetime-chance' sweepstake for eternal fame and fortune being hosted by Tyreen Calypso was supposed to be for amusement. To Reader's surprise, she ends up winning the sweepstakes, meeting up with Tyreen to obtain her reward. Unbeknownst to Reader, Tyreen's reward of fame and fortune included becoming her personal sex toy.

(why are there no gifs for my amazing woman Carla)

II. "Happy Birthday, Slayer"

FANDOM - Dead Island 2

PAIRING - Carla x Female! Reader

SUMMARY - It's difficult to celebrate your girlfriend's birthday whenever you're stuck in zombie land, Los Angeles, but Carla is determined to make it happen. She knows that avoiding zombies and assholes can be quite stressful and lead to frustration, especially sexual frustration, but Carla knows how to make it all better for Reader with a certain gift.

III. "Temporary Peace Treaty"

FANDOM - The Last of Us (Part 2) (AU?)

PAIRING - Abby x Female! Reader, Ellie x Female! Reader

SUMMARY - If it wasn't for Abby's girlfriend, Reader, Ellie and Abby would've already killed each other. Seeing how much more distress that Reader's in due to the tension and arguing between Ellie and Abby, they proceed to agree of a "peace treaty" between them, but what's to happen during a drunken night that Reader expresses that she wants both women?

IV. "Punishment Is Irrefutable"

FANDOM - Resident Evil Village

PAIRING - Lady Dimitrescu x Female! Villager! Reader (Mother Miranda x Female! Villager! Reader as well, just for safety measures)

SUMMARY - During a siege upon the village by Lady Dimitrescu, Reader happens to be one of the unfortunate villagers to become her next meal. Yet, somehow Reader becomes one of Dimitrescu's favorites, causing her to be spared, but hidden away from the others. Nothing can truly be hidden from Mother Miranda though, and upon Reader being discovered, Lady Dimitrescu can't escape from punishment this time.

V. "Playing With Your Food"

FANDOM - Overwatch 2

PAIRING - Kiriko Kamori x Female! Reader

I. "One Of Your Wives"

Inspired by "One of Your Girls" by The Weeknd

FANDOM - The Walking Dead

PAIRING: Negan Smith x Female! Reader

SUMMARY - Reader is taken by Negan as a result of a compromised trade. Expecting to be rescued not too long later, Reader rejects Negan's offer of becoming one of his wives. Yet, as time continues passing by without any attempts of being rescued, becoming one of Negan's wives is becoming more appeasing by the day, not that Reader would admit it.

II. "Video Message Incoming"

FANDOM - Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (2019-2023)

PAIRING - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Female! Reader, Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female! Reader, (Essentially) Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Female! Reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley

SUMMARY - While having some downtime on a mission Soap proceeds to check his phone, seeing that he has some incoming video messages from his best friend, Simon, who's on a break from missions. Let's just say that Simon's been taking good care of Johnny's woman while he's been away.

III. "Rattlesnake Trail Bridge"

FANDOM - Far Cry 5

PAIRING - Jacob Seed x Female! "Rook"! Reader

SUMMARY - Rattlesnake Trail Bridge. It's the place where Jacob Seed goes to indulge in a drink or two whenever the stress of Eden's Gate becomes too much. A nice, quiet place, solely for him. That's till one night he comes upon Reader, Hope County's Junior Deputy, in his spot with a drink as well.

IV. "Extended, Deleted Scenes"

FANDOM - Fallout (TV Series)

PAIRING - Actor! Cooper Howard x Actress! Co-Star! Female! Reader

SUMMARY - Cooper Howard's career has definitely gone downhill since doing those advertisements for Vault Tec, making him somewhat desperate and taking on whatever roles and scenes that he can. When offered a chance to make extended scenes for "A Man from Deadhorse", Cooper agrees, but soon finds out that it's definitely not what he thought, especially with his favorite co-worker involved as well.

V. "Strobing Lights, Snorting Lines"

FANDOM - Mass Effect (Mass Effect 2, Specifically)

PAIRING - Thane Krios x Female! Engineer! Reader

There’s a soft, husky chuckle that leaves his lips, his eyes briefly opening but are quickly to close them again while scooting closer to her. “Good mornin’ to ya’ too, babe~” Partially chapped lips plant soft kisses amongst the exposed skin of Mei’s shoulder, hand brushing across her clothed hip down to her outer thigh. (Y/N)’s fingers brush aimless patterns amongst her clothed thigh, occasionally groaning due to the sensation of her thighs and lower ass pressed firmly against his erect cock, shifting her hips to rub against him. It wasn’t necessarily often that the two of them had the ability to wake up like this, whether it was due to Mei’s erratic work schedule or that the need to urinate was much stronger and couldn’t wait much longer than the next five minutes, therefore getting to wake up next to a gorgeous woman and in an intimate manner was definitely an experience to wake up to. 

Those polar bear decorated pajama pants are eventually taken off of Mei and discarded aimlessly onto the floor, her panties following not too long later. “-Lemme show ya’ how much I love ya’~ Lemme show ya’ how much I love ya’ thick body, especially these thick thighs of ya’~” (Y/N)’s lips brush against the skin of Mei’s inner thighs, leaving a trail of wet, open mouth kisses that have warm, lingering sensations. It didn’t matter that skin upon her thighs had a variety of stretch marks and dark spots, that there was much more flesh to her than just a couple of handfuls. He allows his lips to brush amongst every square inch, lips lingering just a tad longer more at every imperfection that Mei would occasionally complain about. (Y/N) couldn’t deny that he was completely in love with her, especially those small things that she considered imperfections that were kept hidden until it was just them, like receiving an extra, special gift amongst the holidays. 

“(Y-Y/N)!~” It’s a soft whine of his name that escapes past Mei’s lips, her brown eyes peering up at him through those eyelashes of hers, her voice just barely being heard between the chorus of skin slapping against skin and (Y/N)’s grunting. “There’s no need-” Her words get interrupted by the soft whine that he manages to withdraw from her lips, chuckling softly as he once again guides the tip of his cock to drag along her swollen, sensitive clit. “-to be so rough!~ To tease me, s-so much!~” Hands briefly move from their resting positions on her outer thighs to realign his cock to be nestled within the plush, sticky warmth of her thighs, settling right on top of her wet, needy cunt. “Being too rough?~ Being too much of a tease?~ Why, I think you’re trying to make some false accusations, Mei~ I’m simply just loving my favorite woman in a very energized way~” 

“Where are you planning on going now? Since we’ve lost Shepard.. and now the whole galaxy is going to shit..” Despite that it was technically considered “middle of the day” upon the Citadel, the loss of Shepard had left a void within the local people of having a somewhat peaceful future without the lingering threat of the Reapers, there weren't many people out and about. Maybe some were in some personal space of theirs trying to figure out how to cope with the loss while others were hiding away and spouting off how it was now going to be the end of the galaxy. Well, those feelings didn’t necessarily apply for this outlandish duo, leaning against the balcony railing to one of the upper floors of the citadel, watching the few beings below scurry by. 

Urdnot Wrex, who was better known for being a famed Krogan mercenary and bounty hunter, but also being one of the last remaining Krogan Battlemasters around. A long-lived Krogan who has become cranky and thick-hided throughout the various adventures of his chosen path of violence and killing for credits. Not that he needed them really, but it was something valuable to have on hand, especially for his lesser species companion, (Y/N) (L/N). Biologically considered a woman, a human woman at that, who had been spending most of their time as an Engineer fixing various things up amongst that shithole known at Omega, and then spent their free time studying and experimenting with various types of medicine. Well, that’s what they had been up to until Wrex had figured out that they had some information and possible whereabouts of a target he had been searching for due to a bounty. Throughout hardships and violence, and then having given their fair share of blood and sweat (and some tears from the both of them, yet we all know that will be kept off the books) the two individuals became quite the duo. A grumpy, cranky Krogan and his somewhat optimistic, vivacious human. 

It doesn’t go unnoticed by (Y/N), how Wrex proceeds to keep his vision focused upon something within the distance and then his momentarily lack of response.

“..There’s some things that require my attention back on Tuchanka-” 

“-So we’re going to Tuchanka then. Going to need quite a bit of sup-”“-You won’t be going, (Y/N). You’ll be staying here..” 

There couldn’t be any way that he had just told them that they would be staying behind, considering that they’ve practically gone everywhere together since their first encounter with each other. While there’s a moment of silence that lingers between them, (Y/N) couldn’t help but to turn their head slightly to attempt to study the Krogan, as if they would be able to penetrate that thick skull of his and read his thoughts.

“You keep staring at me and I’ll have to hang you upside down from the top of the Citadel,” Wrex nonchalantly responds as he proceeds to push himself away from the balcony and turns to face (Y/N) who continues to look at him in confusion. He knew that there would probably be some resistance about his statement, but at that moment he knew that it was the best thing for the both of them. “We’ve been through some tough shit together, no doubt about that- but, Tuchanka is something else, (Y/N). Something else that your kind isn’t necessarily ready to deal with for a long term experience..” It’s not that Wrex didn’t believe that they wouldn’t be able to hold their own, especially with the fame and power that he happened to have amongst the other Krogan on Tuchanka, but if something- just anything bad- was to happen to (Y/N), Wrex wouldn’t be able to forgive himself and therefore decided that the best thing for them would be for them not to go with him. Not this time. Yet, not that he would tell them the true reasoning why. 

“You don’t think that the other Krogan or whatever won’t take one look at me, realize how much of a badass I am, and then just run away and cower in fear?” (Y/N) presents their words with a teasing tone while moving their hands to place firmly upon their hips. Of course they knew that essentially a couple Krogan would be pretty easy to handle, but a whole planet of Krogan? Yeah, that would definitely be a different story. A soft sigh of defeat leaves (Y/N)’s, knowing that ultimately they weren’t going to be able to deter Wrex from his choice. Wrex lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly while lifting up one of his hands to somewhat roughly pat the top of (Y/N)’s head. “With all due time, (Y/N). With all due time..”  

‘..With all due time..’ 

Who would’ve thought that “with all due time” would’ve been almost two and a half years later? 

Things had been going particularly well for those first couple of months after Wrex had departed to go deal with whatever it was that he had to deal with back on Tuchanka, leaving (Y/N) behind to deal with mundane events or short-lived jobs. They would spend whatever time that they could chatting with each other through emails, watching clips of stupid or funny things that they had come across, or even just sitting there for a couple of hours on a video call talking about whatever thoughts had eventually crossed their minds. Well, not every thought that had crossed their minds. Fear and anxiety consistently won over courage whenever it came to expressing those thoughts, especially with how things had been going those days. 

Yet, hours turned into days.. 

..and those days began to turn into weeks.. 

..eventually those weeks into months.. 

As time continued to pass, increasing the time it had been since they last saw each other, the communication between the both of them had begun to diminish. Apologies to each other, stating that either work or personal matters had gotten in the way and were disrupting their schedule of catching up with each other, until it had slowly dissolved into absolutely no communication at all. Not that there had been any arguments between the two of them, nothing that would cause them to harbor negative feelings towards each other. It had just been.. life. Two different people- two different species, two whole different sets of responsibilities and priorities, especially whenever there was the distance of being on different parts of the Milky Way between them. Just more time to find other things to occupy those once precious and special times. 

That had been the usual routine before one lonesome night after having a few drinks by themself that (Y/N) happens to open their door to find a once deceased Shepard standing there, Garrus on one side of her and some seemingly young Krogan on the other side of her. Long story short, Shepard had been through the “Lazarus Project” through Cerberus and had been informed that the Reaper threat was back once again, and Shepard was currently forming her team. While she was there to recruit the Engineer to continue fighting the war against the Reapers, Shepard was also there in hopes that (Y/N) would have some knowledge on Wrex’s whereabouts to help solve some issues that the young Krogan seemed to be having. 

Tuchanka. It wasn’t necessarily surprising to figure out that Wrex had been residing amongst Tuchanka this whole time considering that it technically was the homeworld of his species and he had spent this whole time worrying and trying to figure out a better future for the Krogan, trying to deal with their breeding complications due to the genophage. Yet, being able to physically see him for the first time in two-and-a-half years, sitting upon that makeshift throne of crumbled and fallen concrete rubble, looking over the fellow Krogan that were most likely doing various things in order to establish whatever tasks Wrex wanted completed.. (Y/N) couldn’t help that lurching feeling within their chest, those memories of late nights sitting around some campfire or in some dingy hotel room coming back to mind like wiping away dust from an almost forgotten book that’s been sitting on the shelf for a little too long now. With those familiar crimson eyes finally making contact with their own, (Y/N)’s heart seemingly lurching within their chest, and a singular thought that maybe Wrex was thinking those same, similar memories.

Grunt’s initiation mission of surviving the Thresher Maw to be able to join the ranks of the Urdnot Clan had gone quite well, and ultimately caused a celebration to take place since Grunt decided to one-up Wrex and successfully killed the Thresher Maw as well. It doesn’t take much more than a couple of drinks for (Y/N) to decide that it was best for them to take a break from the celebration, finding themself sitting upon some rubble some distance away, eyes gazing to the stars that lingered within the night sky above. Quite a peaceful moment until it had been interrupted by the soft sound of a grunt, causing (Y/N) to turn their head towards the source, the source causing a grin to form upon their lips. “Oh, no. Mr. Urdnot Wrex, sir. I swear I’m not slacking from my duties.” They reply with a snort, watching as the Krogan heaved himself up to the empty spot on the rubble next to (Y/N) while shaking his head in amusement. “As long as you don’t tell the others that I’m also not slacking from my duties as well, then we can keep this as our little secret.” 

From that moment and forth on, it was as if there hadn’t been a two and a half separation between them besides some minor things. There were various, new battle scars upon Wrex’s hide while those slight wrinkles and creases from scowling due to stress were more prominent on (Y/N)’s face. More physical changes than anything, really. They went back to reminiscing on memories from their younger days or how if they could go back in time they would’ve harassed a bounty target for much longer. How they should’ve taken that one individual up on the selling of some property on a foreign planet long ago for how cheap it would’ve been compared to prices these days, and let’s not forget to add being a menace to the local population of course. Eventually memories transitioned into talking about the present, how much or how little some of the members from the original Normandy had changed, and even some of the relationships that had formed from it. 

“-So, yeah. Android, or whatever you wanna call it, robotic pussy is the only thing Joker’s hitting right now. Shepard’s been talking to someone on the Normandy, apparently he’s a.. Drell? Anyways, then Garrus-” 

“-You and Vakarian, huh?” 

There’s an audible gagging sound that emits from (Y/N)’s lips and softly echoes in the area around them. Not necessarily loud enough to capture the attention of the others who were still celebrating away, and would probably end up drinking themselves blacked-out drunk. Their eyebrows are furrowed in not only some amusement, but in disbelief as well. Wrex was thinking that there was something going on between them and Garrus? What exactly had led to that? Okay, yeah. Considering that there weren't as many original Normandy crew members around, and Wrex wasn’t tagging along either, (Y/N) and Garrus’s friendship had become more apparent, but it was definitely nothing romantically inclined. Definitely, absolutely not. 

“You think that there’s something going on between Garrus and I?” 

“..been looking at you all weirdly, eyes narrowed-” 

“-Wrex,” 

“-then he’s always flaring those mandibles of his whenever he sees you holding that fancy sniper-” 

“-Hey, Knucklehead!-” 

“-Then he’s always puffing out his chest and huffing every time that he’s near you-”

“-Urdnot Wrex, if you do not shut up and let me explain, I will be carving that makeshift throne of yours into a dick.” 

That was enough of a threat to cause the Krogan to finally shut his mouth, but not before letting out a low-rumbling growl. Not that he would necessarily bring (much) harm to his companion, as a matter of fact it was quite the opposite. It was more that the last thing that the Krogan needed was the clans of Krogan getting word that his throne was now some monstrosity of a cock, and he’d become something of a laughing stock. 

“There's absolutely nothing going on between Garrus and I. There never has been, and there never will be. He’s just waiting for the perfect opportunity to curb stomp my ass for making fun of his shit sniping skills.” (Y/N) couldn’t help but to let out a snarky laugh as they proceeded to recall the memory, but it was short lived as there was a more important issue at hand. Wrex had thought that they were romantically involved with someone, when it was the complete opposite. 

Was he not able to see the devotion- the loyalty- that they had for him? How (Y/N) would drop anything and give up everything just to be by his side? Did Wrex not even think about how much turmoil they had been in having been separated from him this long- especially with having little to no contact? Was Wrex not able to notice how his mere presence not only affected them physically, but also emotionally and mentally as well? During their time together (Y/N) had found themself gravitating towards being around Wrex, feeling not only safe, but also comfortable. (Y/N)’s thoughts transitioning into not about what they were truly thinking, but what he might be thinking, how he might be feeling, how or what they could do in order to make sure that he was at least in a content mood. How whenever he would accidentally brush up against them, or even purposely grab ahold of their arm to drag them away from the midst of battle or something that he wasn’t enjoying, it would cause a warmth to spread throughout them and all they could do was crave more. Crave more of one thing, crave more of many things, to crave more of it all. 

Even wanting a romantically inclined future with Wrex. 

“-You know I have feelings for you, Wrex.” 

Finally. 

There’s relief at finally having gotten the long awaited confession off of their chest, a shaky breath also escaping past their lips, but it’s not too long before an anxiety begins to settle in at Wrex’s silence. 

Had it been the wrong time for the confession? 

Had it been the wrong place for the confession? 

Had it-

“-I thought you didn’t want me.” 

The way that their body scooches across the few rocks between them to be close to him, pressing their side against his own, head moving to rest against the bicep of his armor- it’s almost like (Y/N)’s body was on autopilot. Numerous thoughts flooding their mind, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. 

“It’s always been you.” 

Confusion begins to slowly diffuse and turn into slight amusement, a small smile spreading across (Y/N)’s lips. 

“It’s always been you, it’ll always be you. You’re absolutely insane if you think I would prefer to be with anyone else after everything that we’ve been through together.” 

Wrex couldn’t help but chuckle after grumbling something incoherent underneath his breath. Probably something self-deprecating, but if (Y/N) were to ask the Krogan would probably just place the blame on some unknown Salarian. 

“Yeah, you’re right..” 

Of course.

Of course they were right. (Y/N) was always right. 

“So, what now?” (Y/N) questions, leaning their head back slightly to look at Wrex, an eyebrow raising. 

“Look at’cha down there, eh?~ Ya’ exactly where someone like ya’self should be~” Odessa couldn’t help but to find some amusement with the situation that was at her hand- well, more properly at her right foot rather than her hand- and she couldn’t help that devious grin that formed and stretched upon her face. There wasn’t much thought to it in the beginning, watching as this man would nervously attempt to approach her, typically holding onto some scraps or articles of clothing and mention that he would be able to mend the fraying fabric or weld a newer, stronger metal onto the armor. While she’d just go ahead and take the scraps and clothing that the man presented to her, little did Odessa know at that time that had just unlocked something that was seemingly hidden deep down within her, but also brought this man’s affection and devotion for her to a whole different level. 

After that Odessa was noticing that this man, who she had learned was going by the name (Y/N), was becoming more frequent and prominent in making an appearance to her. She could simply be roaming the streets within Junkertown to make sure things were going fine and dandy, at least to a Junker’s extent, and he would end up making an appearance with two servings of her favorite lunch and just coincidentally have a second portion that he wouldn’t be able to finish. Or whenever she would participate in brawls in the arena against those who opposed her and would challenge her for their place upon the throne (Y/N) could be spotted within a front row seat, a large smile on his face as he cheered on for Odessa. Now he could be found at Odessa’s side, or moreso on sitting on one of her shoes, nude and frantically humping like an animal in heat against her leg. His cock being erect and throbbing briefly as he continued to grind the length against her lower leg, the tip leaking and smearing pre-cum all over Odessa’s skin, shivers coursing throughout (Y/N)’s body each time his balls would brush up to the chilled metal in contrast to the warm leather. 

It thrummed within their veins. 

It roared throughout their mind. 

It vibrated throughout their being. 

Times have changed, therefore, shouldn’t the people have changed as well? Apparently not so for those that reside within the nearby village, only being some miles away from where that small and cozy cottage of (Y/N)’s was located within the surrounding forest. It seemed that after all these years of assisting the villagers with various tasks and activities, some as simple as enchanting some plants to grow more quickly to some as extraneous as bringing someone back to health from the brink of death, none of that mattered. How there had been plenty of opportunities for the Witch to essentially take advantage and cause havoc amongst the villagers, but yet had not, and assisted in what they thought was good for everyone. Despite the good deeds, (Y/N) was well aware that there were still suspicions from the village elders about their intentions. 

Typical elder type of mindset, or at least, (Y/N) had thought that the suspicions were only amongst the elders. 

The thick, choking black smoke could be seen billowing from the treetops of the forest from some miles away from the general location of where the village and (Y/N)’s was at. At first, they hadn’t really thought anything about it. There were some individuals within the village that were known of being “fire starters”, or possibly it was that the village was having some sort of celebration or feast that required a lot of wood burning. Yet, as (Y/N) continues to approach the location of their beloved cottage, it seems to dawn on them that the location of the fire is indeed not coming from the village, but from their cottage itself! Considering that they essentially were carrying a sack from their most recent travels, it takes some minutes to finally make it back. 

Upon reaching the crumbling, burning cottage the elders of the village have formed a semicircle around the cottage, the rest of the townsfolk gathered around behind them, some holding lit torches. While there might have been some villagers that had objected or even refused to participate in burning (Y/N)’s cottage down, (Y/N) viewing each and every one of them as guilty of the crime. Them just standing there watching, watching as (Y/N)’s home and the place where they had their life’s work was now destroyed, left to scatter in the wind as ashes. 

“After everything I have done for not only those of you individually, but as a village as a whole, this is how the lot of you proceed to show your appreciation and thanks?!” There’s an obvious combination of rage, betrayal, and devastation within their tone of voice, alongside the features of hands being clenched into fists, eyebrows are furrowed, and there’s a frown upon their lips. “This is an act of treachery!”

“You’re quite mistaken,” Though their attention seems to be more diverted towards the more prominent danger at hand, the elders are completely aware of the angered Witch standing some feet away. It’s the high elder of the village that begins to speak in response to the displeased Witch. “We are simply cleaning this village from the dangerous, immoral establishment and influence that you have bestowed.” It might’ve been just the anger clouding her mind or the trick of the light as the flames continue to burn, (Y/N) swears that they could see a smirk upon the high elder’s lips. 

“..Remember this, and remember this quite well then..” 

A momentary pause, a moment to briefly recollect thoughts to prevent oneself from outbursting and bringing the whole village to its knees.

At least, not yet. 

“I will be back to exact my revenge!” 

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Some might address to the Witch that the way they are attempting to handle the situation of the village’s betrayal was simply as “being petty” or even be described as “being melodramatic”. Yet, (Y/N) didn’t necessarily care about others' opinions on their situation and how they were going to handle it. All that mattered to them was that they were so close to completing the final steps before launching their assault. It hadn’t taken long to come across a cave that was mostly hidden by the dense forest surrounding it, which made a comfortable and suitable home for the time being. It was enough to offer a temporary place to work to figure out the best means of attack, but also to house not only the Witch, but the brute of the underworldly being that they had summoned to assist them as well. 

 “I have listened to your story, your tragedy, Witch,” He speaks, his voice deep and gravely, glowing yellow eyes seemingly piercing into the soul of the Witch upon their knees in front of him, the Butcher only slightly amused that someone such as the Witch themself would have summoned him for such purposes, but it hadn’t been the first time. “While I am intrigued, you have yet to offer anything in exchange for my temporary loyalty for you and your objective.” There happens to be a moment of silence that begins to settle within the environment as the Witch begins to think. It had been true, never the doubt, they had presented their story to the Butcher, asking for his assistance, but hadn’t necessarily offered anything in return. The Butcher was definitely not a being to do such a task without payment of course.

“As for payment.. I will offer the souls of all of the villagers.. Child, Adult, Elderly.. I will then allow you to take my soul as well, and then I will be of your servitude for the remainder of time.” 

Will it be unpleasant to essentially be a slave to the Butcher for the remainder of their existence? Who knows? Maybe he will be somewhat generous to the Witch due to their offer of a bundle of souls to torture or feast upon. The thoughts were floating amongst (Y/N)’s mind, their gaze slowly moving from the alchemy table in front of them to the Butcher who sat there silently staring into the flames of the small campfire, all while (Y/N)’s hands were still working with the ingredients of the current potion. How could he just sit there and stare into the fire the whole time? Wasn’t he unamused about it? Bored of just sitting there and waiting? Eventually they return their attention back to the potion at hand, though an eyebrow raises at the color of the potion itself, it being something similar to a fuchsia pink. Definitely not the color of the strength potion that the Witch thought it would’ve been, but they simply shrug their shoulders and then begin to drink the potion, not stopping until it was completely gone. 

Throughout the time to allow the potion to course throughout their system to test the full effect, the Witch decides to complete some tasks within the cave, mostly tidying up things and then prepping some meals. Eventually there happens to be a moment that (Y/N) finds themself standing still, trying to decipher the strange, stirring feeling within them. It’s then that they begin addressing the symptoms that begin becoming more apparent within them. How the Witch had come to realize that their body temperature was increasing significantly, followed by the increasing pace of their heartbeat and breathing, certain body parts becoming more sensitive than typically normal and other parts becoming sensitive when they typically weren’t. 

Slowly, but surely, the pieces of the puzzle begin to come together, and there’s a loud audible gasp that escapes past their lips, scurrying throughout the cave to make their way back to their workbench. Eyes frantically moving across the ingredients that had been used for the potion, and then eventually stopping and staring whenever (Y/N) comes across that specific one. 

Rose petals. 

A strong ingredient it is, and when handled or portioned incorrectly it can lead to some dire consequences. 

The flustered blush that covered their face was  now descending down their neck as they came to realize their mistake. It wasn’t a super strength potion that they had made, but in fact it had been an aphrodisiac. One of the most dangerous potions of all time if not handled carefully, such as this moment right now. Knowing their mistake it’s now that they have to suffer the consequences, but was there actually anything that could resolve this increasing, almost agonizing arousal that was continuously building up within them? Fingers would be like just trying to ignore an internal itch, and attempting to use inanimate objects with the assistance of magic would just cause their energy to deplete significantly, and (Y/N) would probably still be as horny as ever. Yet, that would leave one other option.. 

“Butcher,” While (Y/N)’s voice might have been firm for the most part, there was that noticeable wavering to it, watching as the Butcher’s gaze had finally turned away from the flickering flames of the fire and over the the with, letting out a snort of sorts. “I’m in need of some.. assistance.. Dire assistance, if I must state.” What the Witch hadn’t expected was for the Butcher to hobble himself to be standing, making his way over towards the large, makeshift bed of his that had been made of various furs. While raising an eyebrow in slight confusion, the Butcher proceeds to speak before (Y/N) could question his action. “I had been wondering how long it was going to take you to notice that you had messed up, now get over here so we can get through this.” 

He had been watching them make this potion the entire time? If that was the case then why didn’t he say something beforehand? Why did he wait until after- (Y/N)’s thoughts are interrupted by an impatient grunt from the Butcher once again, which causes (Y/N) to hastily make way over to his bed, watching as he plops himself down and pats his lap. There’s some slight grimace from the remaining gunk upon his apron, but the need to be satisfied comes at a much higher regard at the moment. Legs now being spread across his lap, there’s a soft sigh of relief as the Butcher moves the robes to the side and ripped away their underwear, a few of his fingers beginning the job by teasingly brush against (Y/N)’s skin and then slowly dipping them inside, causing (Y/N) to whine out. A slow and steady pace at first, the Butcher is smarter than any other that would just go all the way, a rough and manhandling pace.

Time definitely becomes a blur, moreso becomes something that’s forgotten, as the pleasure slowly but surely takes over the Witch’s mind. How long had it been since the Butcher had first slipped a finger inside of them? Who cares? All that mattered at that moment was how full they were feeling as one finger had now turned into three, proceeding to stretch out the Witch’s clenching hole, the fluids from previous, intense orgasms now coating their thighs, the Butcher’s fingers and his apron as well. Another one begins to creep up on them as that internal coiling sensation begins to tighten, body trembling tremendously while bucking their hips to chase that euphoric high until it comes crashing down upon the Witch. With a loud cry of the Butcher’s name escaping past their lips the Witch’s back arches to lift themself within the air before collapsing back against the Butcher’s large frame. Head bobbing from the fuzzy, lightheadedness of their orgasm once again racking their brain and preventing them from making any logical decisions at the moment. Yet, they’re still somewhat aware of themself as once the Butcher had begun to slowly thrust his fingers once again they proceed to tightly grip at his forearm, shaking their head. 

“B-Butcher~ N-Need a break, please~” 

“Are you so sure about that?” There’s a gentle chuckle that leaves him as he glances down to look at the pleasure ridden, and probably exhausted Witch resting against that. It was more of a teasing question, but he knows that while he could go for much longer even though he was only using his fingers, trying to ignore the growing erection that was beginning to press against the Witch’s back, the Witch would need to take a break more often to regain their energy. “You’ve only had maybe.. seven.. orgasms now?” 

A cheeky laugh of amusement escapes the Witch’s lips at the teasing questions, leaning their head back against the Butcher’s chest and closing their eyes. 

It didn’t necessarily matter that his facial features were hidden away by that mask that was clinging quite tightly to his face, and upon further examination  it turns out that the mask itself was actually made from some sort of  taxidermied shark- trying to figure out how the colossal captain of the infamous ‘Ol’ One-Ship Apocalypse’ was actually easy to decipher if you happened to pay attention to his body language. Whenever going into a defensive mode Mako would always have his right foot stepped out alongside his right hand holding his scrap gun, shielding those behind him with his massive body. During times of seemingly feeling uncertain or even anxious Mako could be seen brushing his fingers along the curve of his hook, repeating the process over and over again until there was a resolve. How whenever he was behind closed doors of those that he truly trusted, Mako allowed himself to just.. relax. He could allow himself to just lay there in silence and take up space without having to worry about upholding some sort of ruthless killer persona. He could finally allow himself to take a breath and allow his thoughts to wander aimlessly, to give himself a moment to think of those other thoughts that everyone else was consistently thinking of. 

Such as this one.. 

“If there doesn’t happen to be any complications or conflicts of any kind, we should be reaching the port by the following evening,” While his words do disrupt the environmental sounds that are seeping into the captain’s great cabin through the cracks of the ship, they’re welcoming, if not also comforting as well. 

“..and by complications or conflicts I assume-” speaking the first part of their response (Y/N) proceeds to avert their attention from the journals of Mako that were sprawled across his grand table, having been reading the entries of the adventures and tales that had been written down, “-you’re meaning about Jamison agitating and antagonizing almost every other ship crew that we comes across?” 

“..correct.” 

As there happens to be a soft chuckle that leaves (Y/N)’s lips as they recall several memories of Jamison’s antics towards other ship’s crew, of how they would be trying to just enjoy a drink before going back on a long voyage and Jamison would be right up their ass boasting about how the crew of the ‘Ol One-Ship Apocalypse’ committed countless acts of piracy and would ‘blow the man down’ to anyone that tried to stand in their way, (Y/N) had slowly come to realize about how long it had truly been since they had been aboard the ship. It was supposed to be a simplistic escort and drop off type of mission to reunite the noble (Y/N) back with their original kingdom after having traveled to a distant kingdom in hopes of forming an alliance, but had decided that it was best to leave after one of the nobles had decided to try and make an unwanted and unwelcome advancement towards them. A simple return journey that would take a month or less depending on if there had been any complications whether it would be other pirates or if the weather had decided to take a turn. 

It has now been seven months.. But, ultimately, (Y/N) wouldn’t have changed a single thing. 

“If this happens to be the end of our journey,” They speak softly, as if raising their voice to be heard clearly would disturb the peacefulness that they are currently experiencing, “-then I’d have to admit that I’ve quite enjoyed it.. I’ve also enjoyed your company as well, whether you happen to believe it or not.” A moment of silence proceeds to overtake the environment and there happens to be a soft sigh that escapes past (Y/N)’s lips before they turn around to face Mako. There had been certain.. thoughts.. images.. that had been occupying the space within their mind, and since it was the end of their journey together (Y/N) would rather go ahead and reveal them to Mako instead of keep them to themself and wonder for time beyond what could’ve happened. “I know that we’ve already discussed a certain amount for the journey, and with my elongated stay I do plan on paying you interest, but I was wondering if I may indulge in some fantasies with you before we are to part from each other.”

Fingers brush against fabric as they seek out the hems and binds of the clothing upon them and then using said fingers to slowly discard said clothing until they’re nothing more than a simple pile upon the floor. Those words, that confession that came from (Y/N)’s lips, now combined with the sight of (Y/N)’s bare body in front of him, was enough to cause Mako to sit up straight. Were they serious? They wanted to spend some time with him like this? Allowing themself to be bare and wanting to be intimate with him? It definitely was surprising, considering that someone that was such like him, had done the things such as he has, would typically cause a noble such as (Y/N) to view Mako in only disgust and stigma. He couldn’t help but to allow his eyes to wander across (Y/N)’s body, and soon enough finds himself enclosing the distance between the two until his body is pressed up against their own. Mako’s large, meaty hands gravitating towards (Y/N)’s hips, hoisting them to be laying stomach first on the table, not caring about the numerous pages and other objects that clattered amongst the floor. “..ta’ be honest with you, I’ve been thinking the same thing..” 

It doesn’t take much longer for those arousing feelings to intensify, and soon enough two of Mako’s fingers are slowly, gently, thrusting within them, trying to find that particular spot that would hopefully bring (Y/N) to seeing stars or even something beyond the stars within the galaxy above them all while his other hand is slowly, teasingly, stroking his own massive cock. Mako’s fingers eventually become wet the more that he thrusts them until his cock is just absolutely hard and throbbing, and he can’t bear to not be within (Y/N) anymore. “Easy goes, just let me know if it hurts,” Mako mumbles underneath his breath as he proceeds to push his weight onto (Y/N), slowly and cautiously pushing his cock into that warm, wet, tightness. 

“..and here you said that you wouldn’t be able to take such a thick, enormous cock~'' There's a taunting, teasing tone within the words that Mako speaks, followed by a chuckle of mere amusement, as he watches his poor, little (Y/N) squirming underneath his own bulky size in an attempt to adjust to the seemingly never-ending length of Mako’s cock. A bright, flustered blush covering their cheeks while their eyes are slightly blown from the pleasure that’s coursing throughout their system. “..looking so gorgeous down there as you continue to try to handle all of me~ Such a good Little Piggy, aren’t you?~” His words, that gravelly tone of voice, especially whenever he would praise them, conjures up a loud, almost desperate moan from (Y/N)’s lips. Slowly, but surely, inch after inch (Y/N) manages to take from Mako, a pleasurable pressure becoming a bit more intense the more that they take, until there’s a sigh of relief that escapes the heavyset man above them. “Managed to take it all, huh?~ All the way to the base, Little Piggy~ It drives me absolutely wild whenever you’re able to take me all like this~”

It was almost an addiction, the emotions that were at an all time high within (Y/N), combined with the consistent pleasure that came along with arching their back just right and beginning to move their hips in a - circular motion. While the movement from Mako himself was appreciated, causing a brief high pitched cry to escape out into the open from the occasional quick, rough thrust, Mako really wouldn’t have to do anything at this point. (Y/N) was doing everything on their own. It definitely was a sight, a sight that he would make sure to engrain within his memories. “That’s my good Piggy~ Rock your hips just like that~” Another firm slap to their ass, another soft moan that leaves their lips. “Good, good~ Now, how about you go faster?~ I know that you can take it~"

Thirteen years, seven months, three weeks, four days, nine hours, forty-five minutes, twenty-three seconds.

That’s exactly how much time has passed since they had last been on the property. The last time that they had been on the property, what was supposed to be considered their forever home, before having been drove out of their home, their own hometown, by a revenge hungry mob of Omnics due to the destruction of the omnium and the surrounding area that had been gifted to them by the government after the Omnic Crisis. Between being stuck in constant cycles of depression and grievance, followed by just going through the same constant motions day by day, the sense of time had become blurred and eventually forgotten. It had essentially turned into a cycle of just whenever it was day and whenever it was night, nothing much more than that. What exactly was it that had caused (Y/N)’s thoughts to deter from their usual? To decide that maybe it would be best to deter from their usual schedule and routine of the life that they had come to know over this past decade and go on this trip back to their hometown with their older brother. 

At the moment, (Y/N) couldn’t give you a specific answer. 

Yet, secretly, it was that little spark of hope that had almost been snuffed out.

While that little spark of hope within them had been on the verge of being completely snuffed out throughout the last twelve years, it was difficult to determine now whether it would actually die away or find some reason, whatever reason, to become big, bright, and flaring once again. The moment was supposed to be a time of reminiscing, a time of (Y/N) closing their eyes and basking in the memories of how the past, how rundown things had become in the present. The neighboring town, “Junkertown”, was definitely something else now, a “rustic” town built by the scraps of the omnium that was populated by bands of lawless scavengers and their “Queen”. The surrounding area of the place that was supposed to be home almost mimicked the appearance of the “Junkertown”.

It was supposed to be where their home was going to be, where their business was going to be. ‘Rutledge Family Pig Farm’, that’s what it was supposed to be called. The stalls where the pigs and piglets were going to be held were now a non-existent thing, the land where they were going to be located was now just an area of destroyed land, as it would have to be completely dug up and releveled just to even begin making blueprints once again. How that enormous, custom made barn that (Y/N) remembers Mako and some of the neighboring farmers that worked alongside them in the agribusiness had spent countless hours building was now just a large pile of various junk, the typical combination of old wood and scrap metal. Lastly, but definitely not the least part about this small time frame of reminiscing, was the house that needed many renovations that were now just small ideas of the past, the house that was supposed to become their own. 

(Y/N) and Mako’s home. 

There was just absolutely too much about the current condition of the house to attempt to just focus upon one thing about it. How many of those renovations, the plans on how beautiful and homey the house was supposed to be, were now gone to the wind, it now looking like a ghost, an empty shell, of the former house that it used to be. It’s starting to become overwhelming, the various thoughts and memories from the past conflicting with the ‘what could’ve been’ type of possibilities that follow alongside it. 

“Hey,” There’s the typically gruff, yet soft, and comforting voice of (Y/N)’s brother, enclosing the distance between them to make sure that his younger sibling was getting the closure and something similar to comfort that they would need. A gentle hand upon the shoulder, a sign of reassurance that he was there if (Y/N) needed anything. “If you’d like we could always go grab something to eat, figure out wh-” Yet, the comforting words don’t last long, not with the words then being suddenly interrupted by the sounds of metal clanking, which was then followed by a few, small explosions going off around them. There’s a shriek of surprise that escapes past (Y/N)’s lips, eyes widening and frantically looking around in an frantic attempt to figure out the source of the bombs. 

“Got ‘em bastards, Roadie! Show them that the ‘Whole Hog’ doesn’t take kindly to people tryna’ steal from us!” 

Usually, it would’ve been the frag launcher wielding crackhead looking guy that would overtake the attention of (Y/N) in situations like this, hands becoming clammy and breath becoming shaky from the anxiety that was beginning to rise within them, but that wasn’t the case this time. Their attention was now more focused upon the large, heavy set man that was standing menacingly beside this person. It’s then that it begins to dawn on (Y/N), these two men weren’t just your run-of-the-mill type of Junkers, oh, no. ‘Roadhog’ and ‘Junkrat’, that’s what they were typically called, and were famous, wanted fugitives for their international crime spree that left nothing but havoc and bedlam within their wake. Despite that, there was just something about this ‘Roadhog’ person, something that (Y/N) couldn’t just necessarily pinpoint about it. Sure, this man was probably about the same size and build, if not just some tad bigger, than Mako had been as (Y/N) could last recall, yet, people could drastically change their appearance throughout almost fourteen years. While the man’s clothing, or lack of clothing more like it, was things that she couldn’t necessarily imagine Mako wearing, it was more similar to his aesthetic though. Yet, the more that (Y/N) would look over this mystery man the more similarities to Mako that they would be able to pinpoint. 

It had begun with the body comparisons..

Then it had transitioned with the clothing comparisons.. 

..how the man’s belly button stuck out quite a bit.

..how the man’s tattoo on his stomach was very, very similar.. 

If not, completely exactly how Mako’s was.. location and all.

..that little, homemade piggy patch that was upon the man’s vest.

There’s absolutely no way, is there? 

There’s absolutely no way that it could be him, that it could be- 

“-Mako?”

It’s just a moment that the name slips from (Y/N)’s lips and out into the air around the four of them that an intense, thick moment of silence overcomes them all. Well, it doesn’t last for long as Junkrat then begins spouting off along the lines of ‘Mako? Who’s Mako?’ and then he would elbow Roadhog and chuckle, ‘Get a load of these two! Thinking that one of us is this Mako person!’ Yet, there’s no response from his taller companion, just an unknown look that’s covered by the mask. An almost unsettling silence, but it slowly dissipates as Roadhog proceeds to enclose the distance between himself and (Y/N). A large hand of his reaches to grasp at the straps of his mask and then begins to slightly tug it from his head to reveal.. 

Mako Rutledge. 

Their partner, the one that was believed to have perished along with whatever other hopes and dreams that (Y/N) and Mako used to have, was this ruthless and harsh killer that was wanted worldwide for crimes various to basic misdemeanors to crimes that could only be conjured up within the mind of an extremely deranged psychopath. There couldn’t be any way that the Outback had changed Mako this much, right? To delve and essentially give in to this ‘Roadhog’ persona, but that was his life now, and ultimately, it makes (Y/N) take a moment to realize how much they had changed due to everything that they had gone through as well.

What they hadn’t been expecting was Mako’s large hand to a gentle hold of their own, how he used to whenever they were younger, whenever they had been genuinely happy and deeply in love with each other. Heart rates begin to accelerate, breathing becomes more quick paced and shaky, throat feeling as if it’s beginning to constrict slightly while vision slowly begins to become blurred from tears forming in (Y/N)’s eyes. 

The cutthroat leader of the notorious Junkers, Odessa “Dez” Stone, the Queen of Junkertown. A woman who has a combination of traits such as being fierce and resourceful, no stranger to surviving in such harsh conditions, and is happy to run headfirst into battle. Therefore, why would there be any need to seek out someone else to satisfy that longing for love and affection? Why would there be any need to seek someone else out to satisfy that longing of being touched and brought to other planes of euphoria and pleasure? There isn’t anyone else. Odessa plans on making sure of that, and she’s not afraid to do it in front of others as well, to make it known to the other Junkers that (Y/N) belongs to her, and her only. 

It could literally be the most important meeting of Odessa’s career with other Junker officials. It could literally be the next Reckoning that could be the end of her reign of power over Junkertown. It could literally be the fall of humanity, a secondary Omnic Crisis due to the Null Sector. Yet, Odessa wouldn’t care. She would be sitting upon that throne of hers, having (Y/N) sitting completely naked within her lap, legs spread wide open to give anyone the view of how Odessa’s fingers were working delicately against (Y/N)’s cunt. Odessa’s thumb brushing slow, teasing circles against (Y/N)’s clit all while two other fingers were also pumping in a slow, teasing manner. It was all worth it, watching as (Y/N)’s legs would briefly tremble when that pleasurable sensation would become briefly overwhelming. Odessa’s other hand clutching so desperately against (Y/N)’s breast, squeezing gently all using her fingers to gently pinch and pull at those cute nipples. Her mouth latched upon (Y/N)’s neck to leave love bites and hickeys, visible marks that would be noticeable by anyone.

Odessa typically considers herself to be the more dominant person, or at least in a more dominant position, whenever it comes to the relationship between her and (Y/N). Yet, there’s times where (Y/N) decides that she wants to temporarily be the dominant one within the relationship, Odessa isn’t one to turn down a request such as that. There’s no denying that she definitely looked forward to those moments of being the bottom, having to decide whenever that burning sensation within Odessa’s lungs becomes more prominent whether to take the chance to pull her head back to catch her breath or continue to drag her tongue throughout the folds of (Y/N)’s delicious, plump pussy as (Y/N) vigorously grinds her cunt against Odessa’s face.