CASSIDY

Cole is a lazy pussy eater for sure. He doesn’t care to be all flamboyant or controlling whenever he eats you out, he’ll let you take things at your pace while he enjoys his meal.

He could be laying down, sitting, having a smoke, he doesn’t care. If he wants to taste you, he’ll ask you to sit your pretty ass on his face. Grind against him, suffocate him, it’s fine, he can handle it all.

He has a lazy tongue, none of its strokes are ever concentrated, just slow, steady unorganized licks across your folds and the occasional slurp on your clit. It’s not because he’s not interested in you, quite the opposite. He only acts this way so you’ll chase your high, so you’ll grind your hips into his face, begging him for more than just the sloppy licks up your plump wet folds.

“Shh, calm down. I’m not going anywhere, take what you need, darlin”

He loves the way you get worked up against him, loves the smell of you, the taste, the way your hips buck against him when he pulls his lips away for a quick puff of his cigarette. But the thing he loves most of all? The aftermath of it all.

Cole likes his beard, obviously. It ties together his whole rugged cowboy look, but he loves the benefits it has when he eats you out.

Your scent is contagious, constantly clinging onto his beard even after a shower. It’s like he can practically taste you in the air. He gets worked up easily because of it. He may not seem desperate, but don’t judge his exterior, he’s melting just thinking about what he’ll do to you when he gets home.

“Yeah, pumpkin. I had a good day—but let’s not focus on me, how are you..?”

TRACER

Lena loves being trapped between your thighs. She loves how soft they feel, their warmth, but she especially loves the warm feeling of your clothed pussy on her lips.

Lena is very playful, you know that. So you’re not surprised that she can’t help from burying herself into your thighs after a shower. She loves the way your chubby legs just squeeze so perfectly around her head, warming her up while she gives soft pecks of affection to your clothed core, nuzzling her nose to your clit despite your embarrassment.

“Please, love? Had a rough day at work. Can I?”

As soon as you give her the ok she’s devouring you whole. She doesn’t even bother to take your underwear off all the way, she only scoops up the band to the side before she dives in. She’s gentle with you, always holding you open just enough so she can watch your expressions. She adores the way you squirm for her, it makes you look too cute in her eyes.

“C’mon, I’m not teasing, I swear, love! Just one more?”

If you’re too tired after a few rounds, it’s ok, Lena’s there to hold you up while she continues sucking you off.

HAZARD

Findlay isn’t rough in the bedroom or when he’s going down on you. He’s had his share of issues, and he absolutely doesn’t want to be that way towards you.

He’s a sweetheart whenever he’s eating you out, loves holding you up on his lap, your head on his thighs as he spreads yours open for his gaze alone.

He’s heavy on praise, always worshipping our body and how perfect you feel in his hold, always rubbing your thighs with those large hands of his as he watches you writhe under him.

Just because he’s sweet to you doesn’t mean he’s not a tease. Findlay’s pride grows ten tons every time he makes you beg for his mouth. He pinches your cheeks together with his large hand, forcing your gaze gently into his direction. You want him so badly? He’ll make you ask politely like the sweet girl you are.

“You need to use your words, love. Don’t know what you’re asking of me.”

When he’s finally between your thighs he’s relentlessly, constantly praising how sweet you taste on his tongue or how good you are for being oh so patient for him. He’ll have your legs wrapped around his head as he pistons his tongue in and out of your hole, trying to work you open for his cock.

“Such a sweet girl, gonna reward you soon, trust.”

Whenever you cum, it’s always intimate between you two, very intense. He’s holding your hips down as you ride out your high, shaking and grinding your sore clit into his nose as he continues to tongue your entrance slowly. Let him work you out nice and slow, his cocks not easy to take.

“That’s my girl, ride it out.”

“That’s it.”

REAPER

Hot take, but Gabriel is a softer eater. He doesn’t like showing off, he’s just completely obsessed with making you feel good. It’s been years since he’s spoken to you, only watching you from a distance because he’s afraid of what you’ll think if you actually got a glimpse of him. He’s not the man you used to know after all, but his affection for you never seemed to change.

Not only that, but the way you make him feel never changed either.

Gabriel is a hard yearner, it might seem creepy, but he loves watching you through the windows of your once shared home. Loves watching you bake, watch TV, ramble on about how stressful your job is, but he especially loves to hear you gasp his name as you finger yourself behind closed doors. He tries not to peek, but his ears hear it all, and it takes a godly amount of restraint for him to hold back from climbing through your window.

—“Fuck this.”

His chains crumble as quickly as they’ve been built, he’s already above you, staring down your exasperated face as you’re knuckles deep in your cunt. It doesn’t take many words, but once you get past the shock and anger, he’s already on top of you, legs over his shoulders and all.

He’s been yearning for you for years, craving your scent and touch that was just a wall away from his reach for months. He wasn’t going to hold back anymore.

You’re angry, reasonably so, and Gabriel won't stop you from taking your anger out on him. He can handle a little pain, so tug his hair so he’s closer to your folds, he doesn’t mind. He’s relentless and focused, the only goal of his is to make you feel good. He knows your body, your shape. He knows how to make your legs shake under him as he curls his tongue up and under your clit before slurping you whole. He wants to make up for everything wrong he’s done to you in his life in just a short amount of time, but he’ll have to settle with a short apology between your twitching thighs for now.

“Yeah, I know. You’re angry, I’m sorry..let's make up for lost time.”

“Fuck, you still taste the damn same..”

GENJI

This man knows how to eat pussy in its entirety. He was a playboy, so he has loads of experience. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to appreciate you though. Since Genji has experience in bed he knows all sorts of ways to work you up. He’s big on foreplay, always rubbing you through your panties, making sure you leave a nice big stain of your honeyed slick before even thinking about taking them off. He’s a hard yearner for your smell, so he’ll grab them off the floor for later when you’re too fucked out to even open your eyes.

Genji actually is pretty timid with intimacy. He’s always soft with you inside and outside the bedroom. He never really initiates sex, not that he’s not interested, but he thinks it’s respectful to wait until you ask, even if he has a major hard on.

He’s really sweet whenever he eats you out, always making sure to take the time to worship your body by making out between your folds before planting sloppy kisses over your quivering pussy. Then, once you’re grinding into his face he’ll give you what you want, his lips are already wrapping around your clit as we speak.

He’s messy, but slow, fingers knuckles deep inside your weeping cunt as he pleases you with his tongue.

“Let me open you up. There you go, angel. so good for me”

BAPTISTE

Baptiste is one of the most caring, gentlest eaters to ever walk foot on Earth. He’s not only about making you feel good, but he’s also here to make you feel beautiful and loved. He doesn’t just see sex as a one and done type of deal, he wants it to feel joyful, relaxing and fun. Whenever this man eats you out he wants you to feel like a goddess who blesses this cruel world.

He’s groping all of you, no patch of skin is left untouched when you’re under Baptiste. He’ll twirl your pebbled nipples between his rough fingers as he spits on your clit, praising how soft and beautiful you are under him before he starts to smooch over your cunt.

You’re cumming in trials, legs shaking over his shoulders as he clings your hips against his wet stained chin, looping up your mess into his tongue to devour whole. You taste so good to him, he loves every part of you.

“Give me one more. Just one more, pretty girl, and I’ll give you my cock.”

You know that’s a lie, it always is a lie. He never calms down once he’s gotten a taste of you, he’s always using your pussy until you’re rung out, too milked to even give him another drop, but he always finds a way to squeeze out just a little more.

“Tastes so good, so fucking good..m’sorry.”

MERCY

Angela doesn’t often act so reckless going down on you. She’s usually more calm and collected and prefers to wait until the two of you are home—but there are those times when she acts out of pure instinct from stress. It’s rare when she's tense from work, tense from her coworkers. She just needs a quick(long) break between your thighs, that’ll calm her nerves.

She’s a risk taker when she’s on her last limit, it doesn’t matter if it’s off the clock or on a lunch break, if she’s agitated she’ll call you over immediately, pulling you into her office away from prying eyes and onto her lap or desk table.

She’ll have you spread open, hands rubbing up under and over your thighs until her fingertips brush over your folds. She’ll apologize with hushed whispers, claiming that you’re the only medicine that can aid her unbearable stress before her mouth starts to lap across your weeping cunt, making out between your folds with careful strokes. She’ll hold her hand up, letting you suck on her fingers or a hard candy she keeps on a tray in her office to muffle your moans. She has a reputation to keep, and she won’t let anyone else hear how torn you are under her.

“Shh— shhh, I know, I know. I’m just stressed. Need you to help me, sweetheart.”

ZARYA

A controlled sweet eater.

We all know Aleksandra wastes no time on well—basically anything. She understands what she wants, and if she knows how to get it she won’t hold back from anything. It doesn’t matter if she wants to go down on you or vice versa, if you give her the ok she’s already twirling you upside down, legs up in the air, swaying over her shoulders.

She’s on the sweeter side when it comes to eating you out, always making sure to leave soft love bites on your legs as she hugs you to her face with her stable grip. Sometimes she loves holding you upside down while she stands up. She grows wet from just the view of you squirming underneath her.

She’s always a bully between your folds, always keeping a slow pace with her tongue to work you up. Once you get tired she’ll flip you over onto your stomach, spreading you out on her fingers as she flicks her tongue over your clit.

Gush over her, make a mess, whine, she won’t stop until you’re too limp to move, then she’ll kiss your lips sweetly like nothing ever happened.

“You’re such a mess, look at you dripping all over the bed”

A/N: I had a request to write Pharah x shy female reader! If you see this anon, I’m working on it after my college work! >v<

Hazard 🟪》 He was a lot of things being safe was not one of them, after all he was willing to risk his own life for them.

🟪》 The Phreaks lived a risky life, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. They were his family and he would do anything for them.

🟪》 But he sometimes forgets they would do anything to keep him safe. Even risking their own lives for him.

🟪》 You have taken a hit that he should have taken, a blade that should be in his flesh, not yours.

🟪》 But you reacted first, using your own body to bump into his side, making it the attacker miss his originally target.

🟪》 “Shit no!”

🟪》 Seeing your blood stain your clothes was something he wished he never had to see yet here it was. The blade was currently through your left shoulder after your body had pushed him out of the way.

🟪》 He took care of the attacker with a quick slash, his focus now quick to you.

🟪》 “I Should of-”

🟪》 “No… It fine you would've been stabbed in the heart, I can survive getting stab in the shoulder you know.”

🟪》 You tried smiling, brushing the pain off, trying to lighten the mood.

🟪》 It didn’t work as he clearly was worried what will happen to you.

🟪》 He picked you up running to get the other Phreaks and to get your injury taken care of. Next time he should be the one being stabbed.

Ramattra 🤖》 He made a lot of enemies in his life, so he wasn't surprised that someone had tried to kill him. Though this one might have been the closest one yet. 🤖》 He was shot right in his head, hitting a major circuit, destroying the connected to his control of limbs. 🤖》 He barely could move, dropping his void accelerator as he started to losing motor controls. Before he hit the ground like a brick. 🤖》 Oil bleeding out from the gun hole as the shadows of what will be his killers stood over him, a group of anti omnic humans… how poetic. 🤖》 A bottle of spray paint was thrown above the group explosion, creating a blanket of colourful mist. Which not only remove the group ability to see it affect him as well. 🤖》 What felt like a chain was thrown around his body, pulling way from the group into an alley. 🤖》 The paint was wiped from his faceplate, letting him see who had saved him. 🤖》 You stood over him, worry in your eyes as your eyes scan his injury. 🤖》 “Don’t worry, I can fix that, but not here.” 🤖》 He had many question on who you were, but he can’t lie he was grateful for what you have done.

🤖》 “Why are you helping me?”-He had to asked, after all he was the leader of Null Sector and you who had saved him were just a random human.

🤖》 “Why wouldn’t I? Your injured you need help… Plus no one deserve to die on a street human, omnic it doesn’t matter.”

🤖》 Even though he doesn’t say it he was grateful for what you're done as you dragged his body to a different location.

Junker Queen 🗡️》 It was a normal day in Junker Town, or well as normal as it can be in Junker Town.

🗡️》 And for the Queen of the Town, she was currently getting some air and also finding something to do as she was quite bored.

🗡️》 Walking, she noticed some odd colour metal that was bolted down, but being how everything was made with scrap here, it wasn’t out of the norm for something to had odd colour placing.

🗡️》 So she walks forward-thinking nothing off it, but maybe she should've checked it.

🗡️》 Because just as she steps onto the odd coloured metal, it gave in to her weight. As it wasn’t metal, it was a blanket that was covering a hole.

🗡️》 But just as her foot goes through, she was hit by a bag of junk. With the force the bag was thrown, she was knocked to the side, saving her from going through the hole.

🗡️》 You were moving some scrap metal, keeping it all in a bag. But seeing what was about to happen you reacted, throwing the bag hitting her side.

🗡️》 Recovering from what had happened, she got to her feet. Looking back at the once covered spot that now was just a hole. At the bottom of the hole was a bunch of metal shaped into spikes. It was a trap.

🗡️》 She turned to you, she was different angry from what you're done, but she could understand the logic.

🗡️》 “Well damn, thanks for that, but next time don’t throw your junk at me!”

🗡️》 She kicked the bag of junk that was thrown at her, doing so breaking the bag, making some of the junk metal fall out.

🗡️》 “Right… Sorry.”

🗡️》 Her attention was snap away from you, back to the trap she nearly fell in. Someone had set up this trap, as she was going to figure it out who did it and give them a piece of her mind.

🗡️》 “Oi you make up for throwing your junk, you're finding out who did this.”

🗡️》 She came over, dragging you to go be her assistant to her task.

Sigma

🌌》 Poor old man didn’t even notice he was in danger.

🌌》 Currently he was out of a mission that had been long finished and his reward for a task well done he was allowed to enjoy the nature.

🌌》 Which with him currently kneeling down watching a butterfly come out of it cocoon, a soft smile on his face. He was differently enjoying this reward.

🌌》 So much he didn’t even notice the shadow creeping up on him.

🌌》 When a bang gone off he stood up high alert. 

🌌》 Turning to his side he found a dead body right next to him and taking a look at the body clothes it seem they were an assassin.

🌌》 Looking back, he saw you standing a bit away, the gun in your hand having fresh smoke come from it barrel.

🌌》 “Oh.”

🌌》 His attention was split between you as you come over and the dead body next to him.

🌌》 “Are you alright?”

🌌》 He nodded, answering your question as his eyes remaining on you. You were clearly worried, and he was always grateful for that.

🌌》 “I’m fine, thank you, I didn’t notice they were there.”

🌌》 You sighed, shaking your head.

🌌》 “It fine, what were you looking at anyway?”

🌌》 A smile broke onto his lips as he was more than happy to show you what he was looking at.

Reinhardt 🔨》 You wanted to do so many things at this moment, and giving the old crusader a piece of your mind was differently up there.

🔨》 He had charged a head and end up crashing into a wall. 

🔨》 For a moment it was funny until the aftermath could be seen and only did the horror of what had happened finally show itself.

🔨》 He pulled himself from his size hole only to find he couldn’t breathe, his helmet was crushed in on his head blocking air to get in.

🔨》 Dropping his rocket hammer, his hands go to his head as he tries to remove the damaged helmet.

🔨》 You had to act, so taking the knife from your belt, you shove it between the smallest gap of his helmet. Using it to open the helmet enough to free his head.

🔨》 After a bit the helmet came off being quickly dropped to the ground. 

🔨》 Coughing painful for a small moment he took a moment rubbing his throat, his eyes flicking to the helmet before looking to you.

🔨》 He laughed from what had just happen, laughing off what had just happen to him only to be cut off by a light slam on his cheek. His smile fell, you were clearly quite mad at him.

🔨》 “Don’t laugh, you could've died!”

🔨》 Normally he would of laugh it off your worry, but instead he sighed lowing his head.

🔨》 “Your right… Thank you for saving this old dog life.”

🔨》 Now it was your turn to sigh, the angry you once had disappearing.

🔨》 “Guess that means I don’t need a helmet any more!”

🔨》 He was back to his normal self laughing once more, getting quite a death stare from you.