#moira x reader

MOIRA

She doesn’t have the time to deal with your high libido, she’s more focused on her research.

—but, there are those moments after she’s done working late nights in the lab.

If you bring it up with her more than once, she’ll oblige, but you better prepare yourself for what she has in store for you.

Rope wasn’t a foreign concept in your relationship with Moira. If you annoyed her enough it wasn’t uncommon to see her get something to bind your limbs down. You want her to touch you that badly? She’ll give you what you want, but by her rules.

She’s on you, pulling away from your clit after your first orgasm. She wants you to feel everything before she gets to the best part. She wants you to be sensitive, that’s why she gives you what you want so quickly before she starts abusing your small nub.

It’s been the 5th time you’ve came tonight, you’re twisting your limbs in the tight restraints like it’ll actually do something. Tears are spilling out from the pure mix of pleasure and pain coursing through your body. This is what you wanted after all.

“You wanted this” your eyes widen after the short “break” you were granted before the flat of Moira’s tongue brushes the side of your clit, giving it a soft suck before her hands hold down your squirming thighs. “Now take it.”

DOOMFIST

Akande likes taking his time with you. Whenever he gets you alone after a long day of work at Talon, trust, you won’t be spared.

As soon as he gets you on the bed, his strong arms are already laced around your thighs, holding you open for him as he gets to work.

He talks you through every motion of his tongue, every kiss against his clit you can expect him to give you some sort of praise. And with how deep his voice is, he makes sure you feel every sensual vibration that roars over your cunt.

He’s kind of mean in a sense (sometimes). Since he’s so tense from work (Even though it’s what he’s most proud of) he feels the need to take it out on you, denying you the right to cum until he gives the say so. It’s not that he wants to deny you, but having you whining like this is just too therapeutic for him.

Akande loves adding his fingers in the mix. His hands are already quite large, so whenever he’s giving some attention to your clit you can expect his fingers to already be curled and spread on that spot that makes you cry out, pistoning them at a tender pace.

“You did well, but I’m not done yet. Give me one more and I’ll give you what you want.” and he does, you know he can’t wait that long after you’ve been so good for him.

JUNKRAT

Is one of the most messiest pussy eaters out there.

If you ask this man to go down on you, expect him to deliver in full. He’s yanking your pants down and spreading you out on his fingers before you can even blink.

He loves keeping you under his control as he lavishes you with his tongue (out of love of course)

He loves holding your legs in his grasp so you can’t escape, it doesn’t matter if he’s struggling to breathe, he’ll die a happy man between your thighs worshipping his goddess. His favorite position is him holding you upside down as he helps himself to your slick. It gives him more control over your movement. You want to run away because it’s too much? Well too bad.

He loves your scent, he can’t get enough of it. He’s messy, but he knows how to appreciate his meal. His nose is constantly buried into your heat while his tongue laps away carelessly. He may be a mass murderer, but Jamison knows how to appreciate true art such as yourself, that including your scent.

Each time Jamison goes down on you, expect to cum at least 3 times before he remembers that he actually has a hard erection clinging to his pants

“No—no, don't squirm. Just give me one more! Swear it’s the last time!”

It’s not.

SOJOURN

She’s actually quite shy the first time going down on you, but she’s sweet nonetheless. Just as always.

She’s always adorable with her shy stutters and a bashful glance whenever you provoke her during work. You want to act cheeky now? Keep that same energy when she has you seated on her work desk after hours.

She’ll scold you a bit, not literally, but it’s always a captain's duty to stay professional on the job, but she couldn’t resist your soft touches and whisper of her name.

Vivian takes her time with you, she’s not cruel after all, she’d never hold back on giving you both exactly what you wanted. She’s gentle. She’d hold your legs open, giving you a loving but stern glance as you shy away.

“No, sweetheart. I’m off the clock. Let me help you properly now. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

She practically leaves you breathless, giving you no room to try to escape the pleasure of her soft tongue fluttering in your hole. If she really wants you to come undone, she’ll slide her palm up for sides until her finger “accidentally” starts rubbing tight circles over your clit. Her grip is strong but not enough to leave you bruised as she lightly pleases you with the soft pad of her tongue. She’s going to let you know just how much she loves you with each flick and suck over your pretty pussy.

“That’s it, fall back for me. Let it all out..” it wouldn’t take long until you’d happily repay the favor.

ASHE

Her pride won’t allow her to admit that she actually likes going down on you half the time. She doesn’t like how down bad she is for the mellow taste of your slick.

You could cling to her all day, begging her to come back to bed, but she won’t soften, not yet at least. She’ll ignore the softness of your body, the warmth of your touch. She’ll ignore everything if it means she doesn’t look like a desperate puppy for her girl.

When you finally do get her back to bed, you better start brace yourself. Fierce fiery red eyes peer at you from below in irritation as Ashe kisses her way down the swell curve of your thighs. “You had to tease me in public? I’m not going easy on you tonight.” And she doesn’t. She’s cruel, testing your antsy pleas for her to give you more than just a soft lick across your folds, but she doesn’t.

Each time you get worked up from her tongue, she pulls away, analyzing the livid reaction of desperation from your shivering body. Then, she goes back in, twisting her tongue under your clit just the way you like it, holding your wrist between her clamped palm to keep you somewhat still. “Don’t move, I’m not done yet..”

You’re shaking. It’s been almost two hours of this vile game and you still haven’t cum. She won’t let you.

It’s not until you properly apologize for today, babbling on about how you’ll never tease her again in public, then she’ll comply.

HANZO

Hanzo is surprisingly more gentle whenever he goes down on you. It’s not because he’s holding back, he just genuinely wants to appreciate your body as it is. Besides, he’s learned a lot from his past about being gentler with the people he cares about, and you’re no exception. He wants to treat you with respect and tenderness.

Each time Hanzo goes down on you, except a lot of foreplay and prep beforehand. It’s easy to get him pent up just by kissing or touching him. He loves you, and he’ll show you how much in various gestures.

He loves letting you take “some” control, that’s why he encourages you to use him, sit on his face. He won’t let you do all the work though. He may be gentle, but that doesn’t mean he won’t take his time appreciating you at his own pace.

His hands guide your hips, swaying them back and forth as he peers up at you with concentration. The taste, the way you whine above him sets him off…

If you tease him enough though he’ll definitely be a bit more stern when it comes to eating you out. Instead of giving you the satisfaction of control, he’ll have your hips firmly lifted over your head, giving him room to lick the side of your folds with a longing grumble.

“Be still, I’m not done.”

He’ll have you above him cumming for hours. You’re worried he’s going to suffocate? Please, he can handle it.

LIFEWEAVER

The sweetest eater here.

Niran’s motive isn’t just to make you feel good when he’s eating you out, it’s to make you feel safe and worshipped from his touch.

He can go down on you any time of the day when both of you are in the mood, but he likes to try working the both of you up sometimes. If you’re sleepy after a long day of work, please let him make you feel better, he’ll be sad if you didn’t use him for your own benefit.

Niran loves to hold you while going down on you, but his favorite position is definitely you sitting on his face. He loves letting you take control of the situation, loves letting you grind your hips into the plush of his cheeks as he gives full attention to your clit. His eyes practically light up when you agree to sit on his face.

He’ll look up at you with drunken intimacy, totally intoxicated by your scent and the softness of your shaky body as you ride out your first high.

If you get too tired, don’t worry, he’s here to catch you. Niran won’t let you rest until you’ve cum at least twice, he wants to work you out, prepare you for his dick that’s aching in his pants. He just wants you to be comfortable and open for him.

“Shh—“ he coos lightly into your thigh, giving it a wet kiss before diving back into your plump folds. “Shhh, I know, I know..let it out. That’s it. My pretty girl—” you nearly collapse onto him as he sucks the side of your clit, rolling his tongue under “doing so good f’me”

REINHARDT

Reinhardt is a pure gentleman whenever he goes down on you. He’s strong, and he knows it, so he likes it whenever you choose a suitable position for him to cherish you in. You want to sit on his face? Go ahead, he won’t stop you. But if you had to ask him what his favorite position is—it’s whenever your thighs are between his large palms, grasped in his tight hold as he throws them over his shoulders for better access to your pussy.

He’s slow whenever he tastes you, allowing himself to dwell on the musky flavor with appreciation. He’s also an experienced man, so he knows the best way to lift you up to your peak is by taking it slow.

You feel EVERYTHING he gives you because of his slow, tender pace. The mix of his tongue with your slick feels sensual and loving, exactly how he likes it.

He’s a bit greedy too. Even after you've had your first orgasm, he’s already splitting you apart on his fingers to open you up for him. His tongue dances around your clit as he whispers soft prayers of dedication into you.

Once you’ve cum at least twice he’ll reward you with his cock, slipping his damp fingers from your heat as he rubs his member across your highly sensitive folds

“You want to take control now? How pleasurable…”

SOMBRA

Hear me out, but Olivia loves seeing you tied down. Her playful attitude always pops up in the bedroom, and you’re happy to let her be herself around you.

She knows when you’re in the mood most times. She checks your phone every other 5 hours. Not because she’s controlling, she trust you, truly, but she gets bored. It’s fun to her whenever she hacks her way through your phone to see you touching yourself from the front camera, or seeing you read a risky story online. She’s almost offended you didn’t ask her directly that you wanted some attention, but she’ll gladly give it to you.

You’re startled as slim hands sneak their way up your thighs from under the plush cover, spreading your legs apart before a long tongue shimmy’s its way up your tight entrance.

“Why didn’t you—“ she pops her lips over your puffy clit, squeezing your chubby thighs in her grasp “tell me you needed some attention? Is it because you like the idea of me watching you?”

She’s at your pussy for what feels like hours. Your inner thighs were drenched in your arousal. You struggle to remove yourself from the tight restrictions she pinned to your legs , but it didn’t budge, it never does.

“Ask me next time, maybe then I won’t be so cruel”

JUNKER QUEEN

Is a lover for semi public sex

She loves the idea of having a bit of risk during intimacy, and you happily follow her lead. The adrenaline rush makes everything feel way more sensitive. She wouldn’t let the two of you get caught, but today she was feeling more risky than usual.

It started out like every other time, you both were lingering on one another, you kissing down her neck as she grinded your hips into her thigh before connecting her warm mouth to your own.

It never went further than the two of you sneakily fingering each other in a quiet part of Junker Town, but she wanted to try something new.

“Yeah, love, turn around for me, there you go.”

You’re begging no one turns the corner..it was much easier to hide when you both were in each others pants, but this was way more intense. But it felt good, you didn’t want her to stop.

Your lips tremble as Odessa’s warm appendage licked its way across your heat before nestling itself in your tight hole. Her hands held your hips steady. You heard footsteps, crowds, laughter, and the only thing shielding you away from it all was this shallow street corner.

Odessa lifted her head, licking her chin “each time someone walks by you get tighter, you enjoying this that much?” You whine, and she answers your plea by nuzzling herself back between your soaked thighs.

PHARAH

You always test Fareeha’s patience. She’s strong, she gets it, but do you have to ogle at her each time she puts on a tank top or work out shirt? Can’t you be more direct about what you want?

You’re always watching her train, watching how sweat drips down her gorgeous features in awe and appreciation. She knows you admire her hard work, and it always softens her heart to see you so interested in her duty as a soldier, but did you think she wouldn’t notice your distracted gaze on her body?

She’s tired after work, she always is, but whenever she sees you waiting for her in your car she practically melts. You made her feel safe, and she can’t wait to thank you for all your support when the two of you get home.

It starts out light, a shower and slow massage to her aching body, something you normally did for her when she’d get off, but this time she wanted to appreciate you.

She holds your wrist, lowering you onto your back as she sighs softly about how beautiful you look underneath her before her hands are massaging the fat of your thighs, urging them open for her gaze alone.

She’s gentle, so, so gentle with you as she takes her time working you up for her. She licks the sides of your folds before lapping her tongue between your slit, trying to get a whimper off yelp from your puckered lips. Her arms grip your thighs, trapping them in her hold despite your shy protests.

“No, angel. Let me appreciate you tonight, ok?”

VENTURE

Sloan loves cockwarming you after a long day. When the two of you settle down after work in your shared apartment on the couch, they can’t help themselves from sliding into your pussy while you’re fixated on a movie. It’s so common now that you don’t even bother to put on underwear anymore after a shower.

They love when you wear a nightgown or t-shirt to bed, it gives them easier access to your body and you look adorable in it, so how can they resist? Once you’re done with your movie, work or resting, they’ll whine in your ear about how you’re not paying attention to them, thrusting themselves up into you while holding your waist.

“You always ignore me, do I not feel good inside you?” They’ll fill you up to the brim, bringing you to the clouds before slowly pulling you back to Earth on their thick cock.

And when you finally do cum? They’ll be over you in seconds, licking and sucking your clit down to your messy hole to “clean you up” as they’d say.

Their hands are strong, they claw into the dirt so they’ll have no problem holding you still as they devour your inner body. They love tasting themselves on your pussy, it just reminds them who you belong to.

LUCIO

Another risk taker.

Whenever he’s due to perform at one of his concerts you make sure to wear his “favorite” outfits. Ones that he can’t keep his eyes away from. You look good in anything, but whenever you show up backstage wearing his favorite getup like the beauty you are, he can’t help but stare.

He’s a gentleman, he’s immediately pulling you to a quiet corner backstage so he can lavish you with compliments. He’s kissing your face all over, cursing you silently under his breath from how beautiful you look. He's absolutely devastated that he has a show, if that wasn’t holding him back he’d be under you in seconds, making you cry his name with his tongue.

Once his show is over he’s absolutely pent up with need. His mind's been dedicated to you all night, and when he gets his hands on you, it’s game over.

You can’t whine or even think straight, you can’t even beg for me, not here. Lucio has you trapped in one of the backstage closets, his mouth making out with your sloppy pussy as crew members roam the halls just inches outside of this thin door.

You cover your mouth, eyes watery as he makes you cum a second time in the span of minutes.

“Shh, I’ll be slow, let it out”

MAUGA

Mauga is a menace between your legs. Whether he’s fucking you on his cock, using his thick fingers, or fucking you up with his tongue. This man won’t let you take a break between your orgasms.

He’s a big man and he knows how to use his body mass to his own advantage. If he’s going down on you you’re basically pinned at his mercy until he comes up for air. You want to sit on his face? Well you won’t have much control there either. He’s holding your hips down with his massive hands until he’s had his fill.

He loves holding your legs above your head as he eats you out. Not only does it keep you from squirming away, but your hands are pinned under your thighs, leaving no room to try running away from his tongue.

He keeps you under him for a good minute before coming back up for air, whispering into you as you roll your hips into his face. “Just trying to get you ready for my cock, baby. Let out everything you got pent up—that’s it”

He has you seeing stars. The way his mouth practically makes out with your already tired folds, to the way he slips his tongue into your clenched hole, finally filling that aching emptiness with warmth.

You’re practically falling apart as he consumes the very depths of your being, pinching and stroking your clit simultaneously with his mouth “good girl! That’s it!”

RAMATTRA

He can’t eat you out, he technically doesn’t have a real mouth

—but that doesn’t mean he can’t try to replicate the feeling. Technology now is advanced enough to create forms of “life” whose to say that it can’t make a highly realistic sex toy.

Ramattra is already an engineer, so when you tell him about the concept of going down on someone he’s perplexed, confused and slightly intrigued. He knows about sex, he already had a false cock that you practically abuse yourself on, but he didn’t know about other forms of intimacy in the bedroom, not like this.

It’s hard for him to look it up after dismissing your explanation, but he does.

You’re expecting a regular night with your boyfriend, you riding him as he helps you take all of him in, but no, Ramattra had other plans for you tonight. He ignores the confused look on your face, testing the waters before spreading your legs open across his lap, locking your calves behind his thighs. Before you could question him, your mouth parts into an “o”, a soft suction from a black machine in his large hand engulfs your clit, making you moan into the omnics chest.

Women:

Ashe:

Inspired by @ovwechoes she’d definitely love to go as Poison Ivy, with you as her Harley Quinn, buying you both the best quality costumes. Makes the perfect distraction, people are too busy staring at you both unashamedly to notice her gang pick-pocketing them and robbing a few shops before you disappear into crowd of costumes.

She buys you Harley's original jester outfit (the tight leather has her blushing just a little, as her hand won’t be able to help wandering over your curves). She wears a green corset, with tights and gloves that feel so lovely to the touch, complete with fake leaves that go around her. Every time your eyes go to her cleavage, she tilts your chin up with a teasing smirk, telling you ‘my eyes are up here, sugar.’

Junker Queen:

Loves Halloween, she’d definitely want to dress SCARY. Would want to see the slight fear on people’s faces, so she goes as a vampire. But she whites out her face, putting red contacts in her eyes, and covers herself in fake blood. She looks horrifyingly sexy, in a tight black outfit fitted with a cloak, and even fake fangs.

When she shows you your costume…or lack thereof you’re confused. But then with glee she tells you that you’re clearly the vampire’s plaything, the tasty morsel she drags around. That’s why you’re in a short white nightdress, with lacy stockings and garters. She paints red marks on your neck and wrists like you’ve been bitten (and even offers to leave some real marks, for the sake of realism of course)

Kiriko:

Another one who loves Halloween, and you both scroll through Pinterest for hours collecting ideas before you decide on what to wear to the Halloween party you’d been invited to.

You go as Daphne and Velma, and you both do a coin toss to decide who gets who. She gets Daphne, dressing in a tight purple dress with white go-go boots, whereas you get an orange jumper and red skirt, with some black rimmed glasses to complete it.

Kiriko insists on pulling up your long socks for you, kissing up your leg to tease you. You get her back though, running your hands down her dress under the guise of smoothing it down, so you can feel her up. On second thoughts…maybe you both are gonna be late for the party.

Mercy:

Surprisingly can be a little self conscious about dressing up, despite how much she actually loves it. So having you also be enthusiastic helps her a lot. You show her lots of pictures, but she seems the most curious about Kim Possible and Shego. You assume she wants to be Kim, but you couldn’t be more wrong.

So on the night, your jaw drops to the floor when you see her in the skintight black and green body suit, blonde hair tucked away underneath a curled black wig. She looks stunning, as she tells you she wanted to dress as the opposite of how she normally presents, an angel into a demon so to speak.

But when she holds your waist where your black crop top ends, your knees almost buckle out how gorgeous she is. And it makes your eyes wander to attempt to find how exactly she zipped it up…

Moira:

She’d laugh at you teasingly for how much you want to match with her, but she allows you to pick her costume. For once, you can dress her up like your own doll, and dress her you do.

You pick Rapunzel and Flynn rider, with you wearing a shorter version of her purple dress, with a dainty crown, and her in as close to the film’s costume as you can. You practically drool as you see her (and you’ll probably have to show her the film, since she’s clueless as to who she’s meant to be)

Although afterwards, she’ll make teasing comments about ‘stealing’ your heart away before grabbing your crown and holding it above your head, delighting when you attempt to jump and grab it.

Sombra:

Oh man she loves Halloween; and you both go all out every year. This year, she gets the idea to do beetlejuice and Lydia. She creates a ‘sexy’ beetlejuice outfit, with the black and white striped jacket and top, with a short skirt and sheer tights. She does her makeup gorgeously, with a black smokey eye and matching lipstick, painting green patches on her face just like the film. You have to forcibly stop yourself from ogling her, before she shows you your costume.

It’s Lydia’s red wedding dress, but cut shorter which makes you roll your eyes playfully. She insists on doing your makeup for you, giving her an excuse to get close to your face so she can paint the red lipstick precisely.

Tracer:

When you both are invited to the Overwatch halloween party, she knows that she wants to do a matching costume with you. She's a pretty crafty person, so she makes it from scratch for you both.

You're Cosmo and Wanda, with Lena having made little headbands that have a crown on top, as well as a star magic wand. You wear a wig, but Lena surprised you by actually dyeing her hair, making you giggle when she emerges from the bathroom with a goofy grin. All throughout the party, you both pretend to grant other people their wishes, having a blast.

Widowmaker:

While she loves Halloween before she was experimented on, now she looks at it slightly different. Despite her usual outfits, she feels less desirable than she did before, her blue skin something she can’t seem to get past.

But she wants to move past it, for you at least, so she agrees to dress up as whatever you’d like. You dress her as marceline, with you as princess bubblegum. She laughs at the slightly juvenile outfit choices, but she can’t deny you look just lovely in your pink dress, and she can’t help but fiddle with the crown on your head. You tell her breathlessly that she looks beautiful, and she gives you a teasing spin. That night you both are practically joined at the hip, and hey if her hand slips down a few times, who’s gonna stop her?

Zarya:

She’s a little shy about dressing up. When you approach the subject about you both having a couple theme, she’s hesitant. After all, there’s not a lot of buff women in media in general, so she’s afraid of looking a little silly wearing a costume for a character that doesn’t look like her. Despite all your reassurances, you know it’s something you won’t be able to shift her on, so you get a better idea.

Booting your game console up, you make her play the last of us with you, and as soon as she sees Abby, you know your plan worked. So you both rock up to the overwatch party and Abby and Ellie, grinning as the fake blood you applied to her face really makes her eyes pop.

Men:

Baptiste:

It was while you both were doing a movie marathon that you mention the upcoming overwatch Halloween party. You both happened to be watching blade, and after remarking how hot you think he’d look in leather, the idea is sealed.

You knew you were right when you finally saw his costume, the black leather making him look alluring and dangerous. You were dressed as Abigail from the sequel, a crop top squeezing your chest and a fake bow and arrow strapped to your back. As you make your feelings known, he pulls you to his chest and whispers the filthiest things you’ve ever heard before teasingly winking at you, explaining that the taxi is waiting outside. It’s gonna be a long party…

Cole Cassidy:

Jokingly suggests you going as the cowgirl to his cowboy, but you pout and tell him you want to go as an actual costume, which includes him dressing up. He has a think, and having just watched death note with Genji, suggests Light and Misa. You beam and start to prepare the outfit on your phone, and he sighs in relief that you didn’t seem to pick up on the fact he suggested it so he can see how you look in the ensemble.

And god is it worth the wait, when you come out wearing that black corset, stockings barely reaching your plush thighs as you give him a spin that nearly has you flashing him with how short the skirt is. Although you’re just as affected, seeing him in a nicely pressed white suit and tie, strong hands clutching a fake copy of the death note. He insists on making you sit in his lap, running his hand up the corset to feel the material, before you feel just how much he likes how you look.

Doomfist:

Hadn’t even thought about Halloween, too busy to have spared it a passing glance. So in the days leading up to the holiday, you both realise that you need to sort out a costume. You’re a little stumped, but he has an idea.

Men in black was always one of his guilty pleasure films, and dressing in a suit and sunglasses was certainly easy. Although seeing you in a tight suit he’d had custom made for your measurements was certainly making his thoughts stray as you arrive. The whole night, he keeps making excuses for you to dance with him, drink with him, be with him.

Genji:

Secretly a massive nerd, has several costumes he wants to try. But he finally settles on spider-man, thinking it’ll be more identifiable than the other obscure costumes he has in mind.

He shows you his idea for you, and is delighted when you agree, and dress up as spider-gwen, tight white outfit exentuating your body and making his heart rate increase. All throughout the overwatch party, he’ll teasingly pull down the hood of your costume to get your attention. But with each playful glare you give him back, he has to force himself to not get too flustered, thinking about you giving him that glare while climbing into his lap…

Hanzo:

He initially scoffs at the concept of dressing up, seeing it as a childish activity. But he can’t seek to deny his beloved of anything, not when you look up at him with puppy eyes and beg so prettily for him to share this experience with you.

That’s how he finds himself looking at the mirror, observing him dressed as the phantom of the opera. He tries not to be a prideful man in terms of vanity, opting to focus his pride on his skills, not his looks. But he can’t deny he looks good tonight, the mask covering half his face making him look like a mysterious danger, but not one someone would shy away from. And when he sees you as Christine, your white dress glistening in the low light, he takes the opportunity to hold your hand in his gloved one and plant a kiss upon the back of it seductively. He may not be a man who emphasises his seductive qualities, but he doesn’t mind playing the part for tonight at least.

Junkrat:

Loves dressing up! Or to be more specific, loves you dressing up. Always gets off on seeing you in some sort of cosplay or costume, but you also want to see him dressed up for a change, so it's your idea to come to a compromise that'll effect you both.

After doing his makeup, and forcing him into the outfit you bought him (he thinks it's scratchy, but he'll bare it for you), you turn him to the mirror to see you've dressed him as Captain Jack Sparrow. He laughs manically when he sees himself, doing a crude voice impression to make you giggle too. You excuse yourself to the other room to put your costume on, and when you come back in dressed as Elizabeth Swan, specifically in her pirate costume, he practically drools like a puppy.

Lifeweaver:

Is delighted that you want to do a matching couple costume with him, and when you tell him your idea, he’s overjoyed.

You choose Morticia and Gomez Addams, explaining that how Gomez treats Morticia is how he treats you, so it fits! And when he gets the costume on, dear god. You love him in it, the dark colours a contrast to the usual colour palette he has.

And wow, when you come out in the tight fitting black dress, he nearly collapses. He immediately does a reference to the movie, grabbing your hand and kissing up your arm to your neck, finally to your ruby lips. You both go where you’ve been invited, but he whispers promises in your ear that tonight, he’ll ravage you in the way a gorgeous woman like you deserves.

Lucio:

Loves Halloween!! Loves the spookiness!! If anything, he’s the one to suggest a couple costume. Wants something with makeup and sfx and gore and guts and everything.

You both go as zombies, and you go all out on the disgusting makeup. When you walk the streets on the way to your party, people actually cross the street to avoid you both, something you giggle at as soon as they’re out of earshot. But to tease him, you decided to have your zombie wear tight denim shorts, so the whole time you both are partying and having fun, he has to train his eyes to look at the fake blood spattered over your cheeks as opposed to how delicious your ass looks.

Mauga :

Any excuse for a good time, he’s down, so he lets you control his costume. But he says he wants something comfortable, doesn’t want anything that’ll hinder him. So you give him a plaid shirt and jeans, telling him the mask will be the main focus. He’s a little confused at the wolf mask you give him, but you tell him to sit tight and wait until you return.

And when you do…it’s almost like he gets into character with the way he growls at the sight. You’re wearing a red riding hood outfit, corset perfectly exemplifying your figure as the frilled white shirt shows off just enough cleavage to leave him wanting more. With his big hands, he gently takes the red hood and moves it from your head, before lifting you into his arms for a kiss. All throughout the party, his eyes are firmly on you, making sure nobody gets any ideas to play with his girl. And afterwards well…he shows you just how beastly he can be.

Reaper:

Doesn’t care for dressing up, so you attempt to bribe him by saying he can just wear his normal mercenary outfit but change the mask.

And when you pull out the scream mask, he isn’t a fool. He knows what you’re doing as he slips it on, and your cheeks immediately flush at the sight. He leans into it, walking over to you before crowding you against the door, placing his hand by the side of your head and tilting his own as he asks in his raspy voice ‘do you like scary movies?’

After that…well, you both are very much late to the talon Halloween gathering, you hadn’t even gotten your costume on yet. You quickly had dressed up, but all the while his hands were around your waist, trying to convince you to ditch the party and instead have a round two with him <3

Reinhardt:

Another one who’s delighted that you want to do a couples costume, thinks it’s so cute of you to ask. But he also takes it as a competition. You both have to be the best dressed!

You both spend ages discussing ideas before you settle on one that he likes. In all honesty, you’re surprised he could actually find a Batman costume that actually fit his huge frame. But still, he looks amazing, the dark costume emphasising his muscles.

But my god when he sees you as catwoman, curves squeezed into tight leather, his knees nearly give way. Huge hands immediately wrap around your waist, brain racing a mile a minute as he attempts to compliment you in a way that doesn’t sound crude. Please tell him you don’t mind…but he fears your costume will end up ripped if you enable him too much.

Bonus venture time:

Venture:

Obviously they're excited when you tell them you want to do a couple costume...until you pull out your phone. Then they're rolling their eyes playfully and passionately explaining 'actually babe, Indiana Jones is a very poor representation of an archaeologist! I mean he doesn't even do desk based assessments before partaking in an excavation-'

But you're convincing, so that's how on Halloween night you're feeling up their muscles over the tight brown leather jacket, before playfully flicking the hat atop their head. You're dressed as Lara Croft, the tank top pushing your tits enough that their eyes are practically glued to your chest.

Dark red lips nursed a glass of equally dark red wine as your eyes darted from person to person in the grand gala hall that Moira had dragged you to. She muttered something about networking and how it would be good for Talon for her to attend, of course begrudgingly. She would have rather been doing anything else than having fake intellectual conversations with people she couldn’t give two shits about. The older woman preferred to keep to herself most of the time, you were her exception though. A pretty, young, sweet thing she was just drawn to. You were like a shiny new toy she couldn’t resist. She was about 15 years your senior, but that didn’t stop either of you when you had begun working for Talon.

Your gaze landed on hers and you tested your luck with a slight wave of your fingers in her direction before taking another sip of wine.A droplet dribbled down the side of your lips, but before it could get too far you swiped up the red liquid into your mouth. You sucked your finger with a quiet pop before looking away from the older woman. Moira couldn’t believe the nerve you had, well she could, she came home to it every day, but she would have thought you’d have a little more decorum in public.

꒰ ྀི ♥︎ ࿐

Whispers of the geneticist luring the new sweet young recruit into her spindly grasp spread through Talon like a wildfire. Much to her dismay, Sombra had jokingly called her a cradle robber. Needless to say that day Sombra learned to not joke about Moira’s preferences.

If only everyone knew what a minx you were. Sneaking into Moira’s lab deep into the night, distracting her with your close proximity, your soft touch on her arm whenever you would lean closer to see what she was doing. Your bubbly laughter that slipped out whenever Moira said something she didn’t even think was that funny. All your mannerisms had driven her absolutely mad, and it felt like all she could think of was you. You were like a vanilla-scented cloud that fogged her mind whenever she tried to get anything done.

Eventually she broke first. Sweeping you up in a heated kiss, tongue and teeth clashing together as she caged you in against her desk. Since then it was sort of an open secret that you two were dating even though it was never acknowledged in ways other than whispers that spread through the halls.

꒰ ྀི ♥︎ ࿐

Moira’s attention was dragged back to the grating voice that droned on about nothing she was interested in. A tight smile played on her lips as she nodded her head in faux interest. Whatever this man had been saying went in one ear and out the other. Her body inched further away from him with every word, hoping he would take the hint and wrap up his little speech. Of course it was only wishful thinking on her part, how silly of her to believe any man would have the common sense to see when conversation was dragging. Once she caught a pause in his words she took the chance to announce her departure, claiming she was needed elsewhere.

She made herself scarce and slipped away with another tense smile before setting her sights on you again. Under the dim lighting you were illuminated by the candle centered on the table. You were alone, bored with the event already and Moira could tell. And when you were bored, you were mischievous.

You pat the seat next to you, a plan already swirling in your mind. Maybe it was your slightly intoxicated thoughts taking charge, but you crept your hand onto her knee, stroking the soft material of her suit.

“Hi, Doctor.” Her title rolled off your tongue sweetly.

“My little dove.”

Her brow raised slightly at the soft pressure on her knee. Your wandering hands moved up her thigh and Moira caught on to what you were trying. Her hand stopped yours with precision, giving it a firm squeeze, and giving you a stern look as if to say “What do you think you’re doing?”

You feigned defeat and folded your hands on top of each other on the silky table cloth.

“How has your ‘networking’ been?” Your fingers raised up doing little air quotes with a roll of your eyes, before tilting your head back, drinking up the last bit of your wine.

“You know I despise these events… It’s just an excuse for the inflation of egos and small talk disguised as philosophical findings.”

Her brows furrowed and the little crease in between them deepened as she dished out her venomous complaints about everyone she had talked to that night. In her little rant, she had grabbed her silken purple tie and loosened it ever so slightly, undoing the top button of her collared shirt as well. A sliver of ivory skin peeked out from where the button was popped open, and your eyes had found themselves drifting down as she spoke. You watched as the muscles in her neck contracted, the way her hand rested on her chin, and finally the way she had stopped talking. She had noticed your attention was clearly elsewhere, and decided to see how long it took you to notice.

“Darling, I see you’re present again?” Thin brows raised as her heterochromatic eyes searched yours in amusement.

Your lips curled into a mischievous smile, there wasn’t a shameful bone in your body.

“Well maybe you shouldn’t be so scandalous, unbuttoning your shirt in front of a lady might give her the wrong impression.”

The older woman almost couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Your insatiable desire for her never ceased to baffle her. Even the most mundane things made you want to jump on her— she had learned that the hard way.

“Are you such a pest that even a singular button is getting you hot and bothered?” She leaned in closer to you ever so slightly.

“If I said yes, what would you do about it?”

Taking you to the restroom and fucking you in one of the stalls was definitely what Moira wanted to do, but where was the fun in instant gratification? Moira was a woman of science and experiments after all. She wanted to touch you and prod you and make you want her so bad you couldn’t bear it anymore. So instead, she extended her hand out to you wordlessly, and took you to the center of the room. The sound of your heels clicked away on the glassy floors of the gala hall, and you almost stumbled, but Moira kept a firm grasp on your arm to hold you up. Couples had begun to pair up ready to dance the rest of the night away, a gathering like this called for it after all.

Never one for dances, you rolled your eyes at the extended hand coming your way. She had bowed to you, waiting for you to take her hand once more.

“May I have this dance?”

Your bottom lip caught between your teeth briefly before nodding your head, “Only if you take the lead.”

Your chest collided with hers as she pulled your body closer to hers. One hand intertwined with yours, and the other rested firmly on your lower back, almost dipping a little too low, but everyone was too wrapped up in their own conversations to care. Your free arm slung around her shoulder, keeping you impossibly close to her. Her thumb rubbed small circles on your lower back as a persistent reminder of her hands on you. If only she was exploring you further, but you knew you’d have to be good and wait for that.

As you swayed to the soft, melodic music you caught Moira’s gaze, giving her a sweet smile. Thoughts of seducing her had temporarily flew out of your mind when you saw how much adoration her eyes gave you. Breaking the eye contact you rested your head on her shoulder gently, your eyes fluttering shut as she led the dance. Her scent permeated your every sense and you felt yourself getting lost in those dark amber notes that she loved so dearly. Moments later your red lips had left their mark upon your lover's neck after a chaste kiss. A fleeting kiss had turned into little nips, on her neck as Moira warned you to behave. The way she had whispered your name in a hushed tone was enough to make you stop for just a moment. Your lips resumed their spot on her neck after a second of contemplation, you would gladly take a punishment from her later if it meant you were riling her up.

“Don’t you want me like I want you?”

Your words were accented by each little kiss and swipe of your tongue onto her neck. She found her grip on your body was growing firmer and more tense as your love bites littered her neck. It wasn’t very noticeable, but she had begun to lose her rhythm with every nip on her neck. You could tell she was trying her hardest to remain unfazed, but as soon as the song came to an end and everyone was too busy resuming their chatting with one another, Moira had whisked you away with her to the restroom.

Both of you held your composure until the bathroom door clicked shut. After, it was all stumbling movements as she pulled you into the furthest stall. She could barely keep her hands off of you as she locked the door and slammed you against it. With one hand she gripped your chin and angled it up to look at her, and with the other she wrapped it around your waist to rest on your lower back. You wanted to feel impossibly close to her so you snuck your arms around her neck to pull her even closer.

Your lips collided together with a certain hunger that had been brewing in Moira the whole night. As much as she wanted to deny it, you had an intense effect on her. You whined against her lips and she consumed every little sound you made until all that could be heard was the sounds of your lips moving together.

She had you right where she wanted you so the hand that had a firm grip on your chin trailed down to the slit of your dress, exposing your thigh. Her thumb caressed the soft, supple skin for a moment before toying with the lace of your panties. Your hips jolted forward into her touch, you were practically overflowing with desire for her.

The older woman smirked into the kiss before parting ways, both of you huffing to catch your lost breath.

“The state of you after just a few kisses… How interesting.” Her lithe fingers finally dipped into your ruined panties, swiping over your arousal before settling into a slow rhythm over your clit.

A string of quiet curses fall from your lips as you lean to rest your head on her chest. Lashes flutter as your eyes squeeze shut, just taking the other woman’s ministrations. Whatever she decides to give you, you would take, take, and take until you couldn’t anymore.

“It’s almost pathetic how easily you fall apart for me.” It was true, all it took were a few kisses and her lazy strokes on your sensitive bud and you were already feeling bliss. Even her degradation was turning you on, your little whimpers confirmed that for her.

You were cute like this, but Moira wanted to see just how far gone you were for her. She retracted her soiled fingers, watching as a string of your arousal connected her fingers together, just glistening under the dim bathroom lighting. She turned you around, bending you over ever so slightly before returning her fingers into your soaked pussy. She didn’t give you a single moment to adjust before sinking two lengthy digits into you knuckles deep. Her pace was slow, but her strokes were deep, reaching that velvety part of you that made your knees buckle.

Your back was pressed against hers as she held you up against the stall door, fucking her fingers into you.

“Moira—“ Her name came out louder than you wanted it to, as a filthy cry of pleasure that had been begging to be released. She cut you off before you could get any more whines out.

She shushed you softly, “I know my little dove, I know, but we don’t want to get caught do we?”

You shook your head whimpering a soft no.

“Good girl. Keep taking me just like this. It’s like you were made for me.”

She had taken it upon herself to slip another finger in, and your greedy pussy sucked it in with almost no resistance. It was downright lewd how wet you were and the noises coming from the stall. If anyone had walked in, they would know exactly what was happening . Thankfully the sound of melodic music from outside the bathroom drowned out any noises you were making.