#deadlock overwatch

ashe x female reader

warnings: NSFW, possessive partner, mention of 'getting rid' of someone, use of 'mommy' songs: All Mine by Brent Faiyaz, Lightning's Girl by Nancy Sinatra

ashe may be level-headed when making deals, but she is ruthless to protect you.

"What did you just say?" Ashe asserted through her teeth, eyes narrowing at the dull man.

"A night with your girl," the man huffs smoke out his cigarette. "And I'll fulfill my end of the deal."

"...That's rich."

BOOM!

Your head perked up at the distant sound, looking out the window of the beautifully furnished bedroom for any clue of the sound's source. You saw nothing but a tidy garden, nurtured by you and Ashe on slow, calm weekends.

You shrugged, assuming it were construction or something of the sort. You flopped onto the luxurious bed, continuing to read and annotate the book Ashe gifted you.

Back at the Deadlock hideout...

"Get rid of him," Ashe spoke in a quiet, gruff tone as she reloaded her Viper gun. "This meeting never happened, got it?"

Ashe's gang nodded, quickly cleaning up the scene. She didn't stay to supervise the clean-up, she let Bob oversee the scene as she made her way home to you.

You hear the door swing open, and you make your way to see Ashe walking in, gun holstered on her hip.

"Honey!" you exclaimed, throwing your arms around her.

"Hi, sugar," she speaks with her charming drawl, pressing a lingering kiss on your temple. "The gang made good progress today, and I'm glad you vouched for that newbie."

"Of course, honey. I could see the spunk in their work," you smile as you recall an earlier event. "Did you hear that big boom sound earlier?"

Ashe froze, faking her smirk as she looked away from you. "Don't know what you're talkin' about, sugar."

"...Elizabeth." you quietly spoke, contesting her.

"Mhmm?"

"Elizabeth."

"Yes, sugar?" Her focus went back onto your face. You could tell she was trying to distract you by giving you bedroom eyes.

"Elizabeth!" you rolled your eyes, exasperated. "You know something about it?"

Ashe cleared her throat, rocking back and forth on her heels.

"...maybe."

"Elizabeth Caledonia Calamity Ashe..." you drag out your tone. "What happened? Did anyone get hurt?"

Ashe cleared her throat, avoiding your eyes. You're aware of the violence her work calls for, but you've taught her that chaos isn't always the answer. But of course, her name is literally Calamity, chaos practically follows her like a lost puppy.

"Liz, baby," you kissed her cheek, holding her cheek. You hope being touchy with her gets an answer out of her. "What happened?"

She stayed quiet, shrugging and making her way to the bedroom. You groan, turning on your heels to follow her.

Once you step into the room, Ashe is already undressing, laying her clothes on a lounge seat. Her back muscles flirt with your eyes, her physique almost distracts you from your burning question.

"Liz," you spoke behind her, watching her strip off her bra and pants to put on a comfy t-shirt.

She ignores your call-out, turning to you to hold your hand and lead you to the bedroom loveseat. You take her hand, still confused, but you'll follow her anywhere she takes you.

Ashe wordlessly sits down on the loveseat, her back leaning against the armrest side. She leads you to sit on her lap, your thighs on either side of hers. You become aware of a thick, stiff presence underneath your pelvis.

"Now, darling... You know Mommy takes care of you, doesn't she?"

She reaches down to reveal the strap she has on, moving down her underwear so the strap plops up.

You nod at her, lost for words. You stare at the size of her cock, nervous about taking it.

"And to properly take care of you... Sometimes Mommy has to do things that the faintest of hearts could not bear to hear."

She speaks in her low tone, almost in a threatening matter, but she's not threatening you. She's speaking of her devotion to you.

"I won't tell you exactly what happened, but," She runs a hand down the inside of your thigh, fingertips sliding underneath your underwear to brush over your clit.

"I do what I have to do, to protect you. To protect my wife."

Her fingers start massaging your clit, starting a soft rhythm. You whimper at the soft touch, hips bucking to search for more friction.

"You are the light of my life, darling. If I ever lost you," her expression slightly darkens, but quickly comes back to reality. "I would set the damn world on fire."

Ashe moves your panties to the side, and you take the cue to rise your hips and settle onto her cock. You're already so aroused, you always get so easily wet with her. Her cock slips in you so smoothly, you feel your insides molding to her curve and veins.

"Sexiest cowgirl in the world is in my lap... I wonder what good deeds I did to deserve this."

Your hips begin moving, up and down, up and down, side to side...

You hold onto her voluminous boobs, enamored by the way they jiggle with each twitch of your hips. You're a moaning mess, and you're sure your hair clip fell off your head a while ago. A quiet soreness is felt in your legs, but it only makes you go harder on her.

"Don't stop sugar... keep riding 'til my fuckin' cock fuckin' falls off."

You whine, and your back arches to make her cock hit the right angles. You don't want to disappoint her, so you pick up the pace, riding her cock back and forth. You feel her tip hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

"Bounce on it harder, darling. Earn my cock."

Fuck. You could swear you got a glimpse of her impregnating you and tending to the farmhouse in the country while she feeds the cattle.

You obey her orders, bouncing on her lap harder. Sinful squelches echo from your body connecting to hers, loud evidence of your heavy arousal. You quickly feel your orgasm heat up your body.

"M- Mommy! P- please let me cum!" you whimper, trying to hold eye contact with her through your rough movements.

"You want to cum?" She lets out an arrogant chuckle. "Well, begging may get you what you want."

You let out a frustrated groan, you hate when she denies your orgasm.

"Mommy! Please," you relentlessly moan. "Please, pleasepleaseplease, let me cum on your cock, please mommy..."

You see Ashe pretend to contemplate her answer. Her eyes dart from your pouting face to your bouncing boobs to your already-drenched pussy surrounding her thick cock.

"Cum on me, sugar. Cum for Mommy."

And as soon as you hear her command, your orgasm gushes out of your body, and you fall over onto her. You squirt everywhere, it gets all over the front of her body and soaks her cock. There's a loud squelch noise from your pussy, even if you're barely moving.

You slowly open your eyes, still on top of Ashe. Your head is tucked into her neck, and you can hear that her breathing has also returned to normal. The strap has slipped out of you, allowing your cream to leak out. She softly caresses you, absentmindedly tracing her name on your back.

"You did so well for Mommy, sugar," Ashe kissses your forehead. "Can you go another round for me?"

[author's notes!] I SAT MY ASS DOWN AND WROTE THIS FROM START TO FINISH I COULD NOT DISAPPOINT THE PEOPLE!!!!! I HOPE YALL LIKE THIS!!!! GOODNIGHT & GOOD MORNING!!!!!!!