I Want Gabriel Reyes To Murder Me

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@ people sending me requests:

Where were y’all when I was active Noah fence??

Idk if I’ll revive this blog, I don’t really have fun writing reader inserts but I still like writing for the boys and gals of ovw

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If y’all want this blog revived, lmk. I still get followers so

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out of respect for the reveal today of Soldier 76 does gay I’m going to be deleting all Hetero implying fics. still not coming back to this blog but I was really excited to hear the news 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

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hey guys.

so as you can see, the blog hasn’t happened the way I promised- and it’s partially because I got no requests. quite literally, lmao.

this is going to be an archive blog for the time being. I don’t know if I’ll come back, and i’m sorry, but i don’t feel like.... i don’t know. 

thanks for your support. 

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Something sad.

TW: suicide mention

This is a little bit fluffier than stuff I normally write but it was a pick me up piece that helped me out.

Thank you guys so much for your support, it means the world. Hopefully I’ll get some more content out xx

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“You know that will not help anything.”

The razor is so pretty. Shiny. I drag it along my wrist lightly, only enough to make my hair stand on one end. My voice is so low I don’t know who I am. “Yes it will.”

“How will it help? You are simply avoiding the problem. Like that bastard you hate so much.” The soft pat of feet walking towards me. One step. Two steps. His voice is remarkably calm. He probably would understand the most.

“I am the problem.” Hollow. That’s what my voice is. That’s what I am.

“You are not a problem.”

“I keep screwing up.” My voice cracks. “I exist only to keep fucking up and complaining to others about my own mistakes to the point where I-“

“Do not say that.” Genji’s voice has real pain in it now. “You are human. You have done so many good things for us. Blackwatch. At least for me.”

A metallic hiss. I look up and he has his face plate in his hand. Though his red eyes prevent him from showing too much emotion, his lips are pressed tightly together.

“Where would we be, without your smile? Your laugh which lights up an entire room. I know that you put your hand to your mouth to stifle the sound but it is something I love to hear.” Genji liking something? Slowly I start to frown, but he is just getting started. “I used to hate it. How you could be thrown into giggles by someone brushing your neck or your side. It reminded me too much of what I lost. But you are not selfish with that laughter. I have never heard Reyes and McCree laugh so hard as when you tell your stories. And there are so many of them.” He keeps approaching until he’s kneeling next to where I sit, cyborg body awkwardly cramped.

“You can sit you-“

“And That is another thing. Your kindness. You are too kind for your own good. It gets taken advantage of. But I treasure it.” He does sit, next to me on my bed, and looks at me with such an honest look I might cry. “Such simple gestures.... helping me to sleep. Getting an ice pack for Reyes’ neck which you know bothers him. Hugging McCree when he is so upset he can’t talk. They are everything. You cannot imagine how worthy you are of living.”

My hands tremble. He takes this as an initiative to slide the razor blade from my hand.

“Believe me. I tried many times after I was given this body. But I still have something to do.” A mechanical hand running through my short hair, something he knows I like. “You do too. If not for us, live for yourself. There is so much you can do. And will do.”

I do nearly collapse then but Genji captures me in a hug. Dry sobs come out of my mouth where I’m pressed against what’s left of his warm chest. He’s surprisingly comfortable to be hugged by. The same hand strokes my hair, the flesh hand holding me so tight.

“Do not leave me.” Genji’s voice shakes for the first time. “Okay?”

I take a deep breath, try to steady myself. “Okay.”

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Something quick I did a couple of weeks ago :’DD

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Meet young Genji Shimada!

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I feel like Genji would like to feed you by hand on occasions because he likes the power and how your lips brush against his fingers -that is all, LOVE YOUR BLOG

Oh, absolutely. I’m so sorry for inactivity but I don’t have a lot of inspiration to write requests, I’m sorry 😐 But Genji is the type to wrap an arm around your waist with shurikens in his hand, the other poking a strawberry at your mouth.“Go on. It won’t kill you.”He will. He will though.It’s with great hesitance that your lips part and you take the sweet berry into your mouth. As you chew, he watches carefully.“Swallow it, love.”When you do, it seems to please him. “Good. Now another. You cannot starve.”

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Hi! I really love your work (you do dark so well)! Please don’t feel bad at all about taking time to get stuff out because it’s always great and worth any wait! <3 As for requests, could I maybe get headcanons for D. Va, Lucio, and pre-fall Jack growing increasingly possessive of a famous s/o, someone they couldn’t just spirit away without igniting a media firestorm?

So sorry this is late darling! I hope this will suffice!-Yandere Lucio Correia Dos Santos-You’re his muse. No other way to put it.-He’s very humble about his music, he knows he’s pretty good and people like it, but it’s still not perfect. The key to making it perfect is YOU.-He has all your albums, snippings of magazines you’re in, posters, all in his room back at his actual house, but he keeps a special book with him that he looks at a LOT in his free time.-He hits you up. You’re dazzled by the cute musical revolutionary, ecstatic when he suggests you two collaborate. As you babble on about how much you like his music and his cause, he takes it to mean that you love him and he just can’t stand it.-Once you get onto that tour bus you don’t come off.

Yandere Hana Song-A gamer better than her? Impossible. Yet here you are, smiling innocently as you beat her hard earned high scores with the slightest of ease. At first she’s immensely annoyed. How could this happen? But when you come over to her and say that you still think she’s better, she can’t stand the way your eyelashes flutter and the shy grin on your face.-She follows you on every social media possible on multiple accounts to hide her own scandal, sending love notes and keeping tabs on your whereabouts. Eventually she suggests to her Meka captain that you ought to join her.-“A Team?” You cock your head innocently and Hana tries to hide the glee in her face. “You really want me on your team?”-“Totally. We can be best friends!”

Yandere Jack Morrison-Jack loves movies. Ana could read for days, Gabriel could name twenty composers, but movies are what hypnotizes him. It’s even more mystifying when you’re in them.-He has to be very quiet when he humps a pillow at night, your sweet voice on the TV while a movie of yours goes on. -So when there’s a mission in Hollywood, bet your ass the big boss himself is going in.-You’re walking down the street carelessly, it seems to him, with an elegant gait and sunglasses on. He can certainly relate, his own shades hide baby blue eyes burning into your skin. He walks up next to you and gives you a slight nudge. You turn to him with a raised eyebrow and your eyes widen.-“You look like you could use some time off with me.”-“Jack Morrison? It’s hard to imagine you having time off,” You murmur under your breath.-“Technically I’m on mission.”-“For what?”-“Classified. But if you want to go to dinner tonight, maybe I’ll indulge you.”-The blush in your cheeks is enough to fill him with glee. “I might have to.”

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May I request headcanons with McCree and Genji with a s/o who is blind?

I’m so sorry I’ve been very inactive, I’m sick today so hopefully I’ll get another request out or even just a Drabble!-Yandere Jesse McCree-Somehow he missed this. Blind? Surprisingly this will make it harder to kidnap you because you’re likely to be protected more.-But he’s so nice, you whine to your friends. He tells you such interesting stories you’re not even worried about what the world around you actually looks.-Once he’s got you…. -He moves around a lot, and this disorients you. This is to his advantage, however, because then you rely on him so much more. -He’s ALWAYS got a hand on you. If he’s out you’re locked in the house or hotel room with food on the table. Can’t have you starving. -Sex and Affection is even more uncomfortable because he will throw himself at you any time and you won’t see it coming. Literally.-You begin to recognize the sound of his belt though.

Yandere Genji Shimada-This boy doesn’t miss a thing. He knows this. It makes him love you more: his cybernetic body is a source of insecurity for him sometimes and as long as it’s quiet enough, you needn’t know he isn’t fully flesh and blood.-He’s a kind friend. Someone you meet at the library, helping you get the Braille books in the far corner. He offers to get you tea. You gladly accept.-You wake up somewhere different, but Genji doesn’t move around a lot so his house is fairly adaptable to. However, it is in the middle of nowhere. So any chance of help goes out the window.-He gives you time to familiarize yourself with his body. He places your hands on his cheeks and on his hands, holding yours and guiding you around. It’s so hard to hate someone who doesn’t get angry almost ever and never frustrated with your disability. -Sex is something he doesn’t surprise you on. There’s luxurious role play beforehand, and kisses on your neck become the indicator it’s time to play along.

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“You dare come near that which belongs to me?” “A foolish mistake you will soon regret”

Sakura Young! Hanzo … YANDERE EDITION.

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Genji sketch I made days ago~  sorry for not posting in almost 4 years :s

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Names

This is the smut I wrote w Roadhog 😅 a bit oc, but I wanted to write more with sugar daddies, as in the Hanzo fic I’ve been writing the reader is initially a sugar baby.

Mako Rutledge

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“A-ah... mm-“

“You can take it.”

His voice is somehow deeper without the mask. I can’t see his face, he still doesn’t like me to do that. Instead I’m facing away from him, trying to summon the courage to push all the way down onto his dick.

My clit pulsates, juices running down my legs. Hours of training preceded this, days of it. When he first showed me his cock, I audibly gasped. He seemed to understand I wouldn’t be able to take him all into my mouth, but my pussy was something he was determined to get. Stretched out by toys and made wet by a constant vibrator, I couldn’t see how I would feel tight to him. But still, with just the tip in me, it feels like it was stretching me to my limits.

My legs shake. Sweat streaks my face with each whine. “M-Mako-“

“Keep going.” How can he sound so in control? I take a deep breath and lower myself a little more. Carefully. I choke on my breath.

Then I feel it. Two large hands on my hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips. “You’re too slow.”

“W-wait-“

In a swift movement, he pushes me down and thrusts up so I’m impaled by his cock. I actually shriek this time, my back arching as he reaches incredibly deep in me. I can feel him bumping at my cervix without even trying, my legs already hurting from being spread so much.

“Ha... what a squealer.”

Tears burn my eyes. I inhale, trying to make sense of how full I feel, what I need to do next, et cetera. What I do next is roll my hips, after a good thirty seconds. He grunts. I roll them again, managing to get a decent friction on my clit that makes me moan.

“That’s it.”

A slow pace is set, of me rolling my hips and weakly attempting to squeeze down on him. He must feel something because he grunts a little bit, squeezing my hips in a bruising hold. He thrusts up slowly, patiently for someone who just shoved me down on his dick, I think wryly. But as I continue to move, slowly I become used to it and the stretch becomes more pleasurable. Groans become moans where I rub my clit furiously as his thrusts increase. I whine and arch my back.

“Mm... you’re a good whore.” A rough slap on my ass makes me cry out. “Keep riding my cock, little pig.”

I’m rocking back and forth furiously now, lifting and dropping my hips to time with him thrusting up so I see stars.

“Say my name.”

“M-Mako-“

I gasp as he grabs at my hair, tugging it roughly. “I didn’t hear you, whore.” Another harsh thrust upwards that makes me whine.

“Mako!”

“Better.” The pressure on my hair releases and I’m babbling his name like a mantra as I bounce on his cock. My hands push on his thighs for leverage, eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure. My mouth drops open wantonly, a pressure building up in my core.

“Are you close to cumming, little girl?”

“M-mm... yes, Mako...”

“Cum then. On my cock. Now.”

With a voice like that, I can’t disagree. With a shriek of his name, I slump, milking his cock as he lets out a grunt. His hands push my thighs down to him as far as he can, cock as far as it can reach in my pussy. I thought it was fake, that thing about seeing stars when you’re so full of cum, but it’s real: hot, milky cum filled me, him pulling out and white globs dripping down. I was slightly mesmerized before I collapsed.

A grunt. I sigh, try to pull myself up, but my legs are shaking too badly.

“You’re filthy.”

I blush at the deep voice and cower in on myself. Sure, he was paying for me to live and all but that was uncalled for.

“Bath.”

I blink and turn to look at him without thinking.

What was I expecting? Not full lips with a loop in the bottom. Clear blue eyes, eyebrows as whitish grey as his hair. Kind of a chubby face. Scarred. A few freckles. It was almost like a boy who grew up too fast. I was hypnotized for a few seconds before it hit me and I turned away and covered my face. Shit shit shit. My heart raced.

“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Rutledge, I know I’m not-“

“It’s fine.”

I blink a few times and hesitantly look back up. He’s got an eyebrow raised.

“Bath or no?”

Is this a trick? I nod hesitantly and he turns, going into the bathroom. I hear running water.

I take a deep breath, try to stand. Immediately collapse. I snort where I sit on the floor, more in a pile than anything else.

Mako reenters the room, his gaze immediately dropping to me on the floor. I blush and hide my face in my hands.

A grunt, almost more a snort, like of laughter. “Are you that scared?”

“My last-um, master- didn’t-“

“Don’t call me master.”

Strong arms scoop me up and I’m cradled against his warm bare chest. My heartbeat relaxes, then skips.

“I’m Mako.”

“Mako.” It’s like it’s the first time I say it, as he sets me in the warm water. I open my eyes and look up at him, seated on the rim of the tub next to me, and a half smirk on his face.

“Mako.”

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Can I get some really raunchy Reaper stuff with knifeplay but the knives are his claws and he cuts up his S/O all over the place and carves his name in and shit Love you and your blog boo and thank you if you get the chance to do this xx

ohhhhhh Boy you hit my KINK-

“No one’s going to hear you.”Tears stream down my cheeks, my gaze tilted to the side. My head still feels heavy from the blow earlier. Breaths come in after a struggle, the leather gag in my mouth nearly bitten through. The smell of it fills my brain, along with It. Blood.It’s on my palms, where my nails dug so deeply into them they cut open. It dried a while ago. How long have I been here? What is this? What is time at this point?“You’re going to choke aren’t you?”He’s right. He, it, whatever. Flecks of leather have dropped into my throat, dried up from screaming. I manage to nod slightly.His grip on my thighs tightens. “Mm.” A claw- shall I say Talon? Like this detestable organization?-slides up, under the leather, and with a singular snap, breaks it. I take a gasping breath. Swallow a little bit of saliva.“What do you say when your master does something nice for you?” His gravelly voice sends chills down my spine. I take another deep breath and cough. “Thank you. Master.”“That’s it.” There’s a hardness against my thigh, and to my horror a grinding feel. His claws cut into my sides that he grips onto, and when I finally dare to look at his face, I almost immediately look away. His mask is only halfway off where he grins down at me with his gray face and monstrous grin. “Are you ready for me?”I feel him poking at my entrance and I whimper, squirming. What good is it? My legs are tied open, him seated between them with his enormous cock already spreading me. “I expect a scream.”He pushes in all at once and I do scream, not nearly wet enough, legs trembling. He starts a relentless pace, his inhuman dick patterned with ridges that bump against my g spot, making me moan and arch my back. The tip bumps my cervix, adding an extra bit of curl to my toes. My nails open the cuts in my palms again, my eyes squeezing shut.There’s a burn in my sides and I scream again. It’s his talons, sinking into my sides this time, digging it.“Wherever you go, I dictate it. What you wear. It’s mine. Every bit of you.” He thrusts deeper and I whine. “Mine. Mine. Mine. You are mine. And I will mark you as so.”A sharp pain in my abdomen. I cry out again, tears running freely again as I lift my head up. His claw is digging into my skin on my stomach, dragging around. Etching. Hysteria bubbles in me. I drop my head back to the bed and sob, letting him thrust in me as hard as he does, making me clench against my will and shake. He grunts, his thrusts speeding up. He’s close.With one final thrust he plugs himself in me, shooting his cum straight into my womb. I groan with him, as he slowly thrusts in a few more times to make sure I’m nice and stretched.“Ah. Better.”He pulls out. I glance back at him to see his tongue licking his clawed gloves. The sight makes bile rise in my throat and I shut my eyes again.I feel my legs come loose. One arm. I curl up on myself, trace the carvings on my stomach. They’re letters. A blanket is draped over me. “Food comes soon. Sleep well.” A dark chuckle, and a whispery sound before the door closes.I’m passing out. My head feels fuzzy and my breaths come in rattles. Before I fall asleep, I register what the carving is.Gabriel.

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I’m opening requests!

I’m going to close them tomorrow so get them in! No limits this time, I want to actually get some content out for you guys.

I’ll also be reblogging an ask meme for the characters so go ahead!

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Not a request but a personal HC Beauty and the beast with reaper seems so cute and scary at the same time. Reaper is more patient with you after he saves you from the wolves and you tend to him, and maybe he even starts to get jealous of the other servants like the dresser who gets to be in your room while you change. And he loves to hear you sing and hum as you clean and read and he’s such a big softie with a tough guy facade

EXACTLY that’s why I like it so much! Personally in my AU I like the idea of Soldier 76 as a kind of Gaston- and the other Talon members are the objects in the castle. Like Sombra and Widow as Lumiere and Cogsworth respectively. Mmmmmmm it’s so gOOD