maeve

18+ , illiterate

[cozypinklover]

Pt.1 here: Sweet Taste

summary: What it’s like getting ate out by overwatch characters pt.2

parings: Tracer, Hazard, Cassidy, Reaper, Genji, Baptiste, Mercy, Zarya x afab reader

warning: pussy eating, reader described as a bit chubby, established relationships, stalker Reaper, slight dubcon for reaper. No proofreading MDNI

A/N: I caved and finally added Zarya!!! (Everyone is locking in Doomfist now, please save me).

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<

ALSO DID YALL SEE THE LIFEWEAVER MYTHIC? HE LOOKS SO YUMMMYY.

[wormzandgutz]

[dearlizzies]

Tips on writing fanfiction !

writing dialogue could be tricky. but this is what you can use for writing dialogue:

“what do they want? why are they saying this? how do they feel saying this? what is their thoughts right now?”

take inspiration!! It’s quite hard to write a fic truly based on nothing. watch a movie, read a book, anything tiny still counts as inspo!! fluff, smut, angst prompts work too!!

understand the source material!

stay true to the characters’ personalities, speech patterns, and motivations. even if it’s an au, it still counts to make them at LEAST 50% in character

balance dialogue and description!! (important)

use dialogue to show personality and relationships. describe settings, body language, and emotions to add depth.

PACING MATTERS.

pleaseeee for the love of God do not rush character development or relationships. let tension and conflict build naturally.use shorter sentences for action scenes and longer, detailed ones for emotional moments.

edit and revise! take a break before proofreading to catch mistakes better. read your work aloud to check flow and dialogue.

embrace your own style! fanfics is about creativity, do not be afraid to experiment. write what excites you, even if it’s niche or “cringe”!

HAVE FUN WRITING!!

writing should be enjoyable, not stressful and feel like it’s a job. writing is a hobby and something you should have fun doing. if you are stressed, take a break? unmotivated! drop it! it’s ok!

engage with the fandom, respond to feedback, and keep improving!

Ty for reading ! Credits to my friend Melissa on Twitter <3

[cvnt4him]

It pmo soooo damn bad when im reading a fic ab tenya and its smut and they make him say some GARBAGE asshit like "h- honey...that is highly inappropriate...!!!"

Girl stfu😂😂😂

[scramratz]

I think people would be less suicidal if they were allowed to talk about being suicidal without risk of being sent to the Torture Dungeon

[lukaskyle-moved]

Red Dead Redemption II (2018) dev. Rockstar Games

[mawofthemagnetar]

What do you mean “chat” is now referring to ChatGPT and not twitch chat? What? What? What the fuck? No?

When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.

[homunculus-argument]

I want a pair of those tall-ass platform goth boots, but ones that have retractable roller skates inside, so any time I don't vibe with a situation I can just kick those beauties out and gracefully glide the the fuck outta there.

[miyaneatworld]

The RE9 experience

[judith-lore90]

❤️February patreon rewards ❤️

This month was Aizawa! Gotta love grumpy man!

Left over stickers and art prints we’ll be available on my shop next month!

[autrytonic-deactivated20260601]

'Deed I Do

Content: Arthur Morgan; husband, modern, fem!reader; wife, modern, nurse, fluff!!, motorcycle ride

Author's Note: Me: announces a writing hiatus

Also me: writes fluffy biker arthur

"Well, there she is," Arthur calls while pushing off of his bike.

"Arthur, have you lost your godforsaken mind?" you ask with your belongings in hand. Before you is your almost idiotically cool-headed husband presenting his newest purchase— death on two wheels. Working in the hospital as a nurse, you had seen more than enough patients come in from motorcycle accidents— some more alive than others.

"Darlin', trust me," Arthur says with an out-stretched hand, "It's a five minute ride to the house, and we both have helmets." You begin feeling that pit in your stomach begin to gnaw its way into your chest. You know you shouldn't. You think of all the ways you two could get hurt on the open road, unprotected by a metal cage that your usual vehicle would provide.

You look into Arthur's knowing, convincing, gleaming eyes and of course, your inhibitions get sidelined and you agree to get on the motorcycle with a nervous huff. You cram the papers you had expected to throw into the floorboard of his truck into your work bag and put on the straps of your backpack, saying a silent prayer to yourself that you or your brand new backpack wouldn't splatter across the freeway.

Arthur had expressed interest in getting a motorcycle for some time now, but you didn't realize that he would be getting one when he was supposed to be picking you up from work while your car is in the shop. And you sure as hell didn't expect to be on the back of one.

He grabs the spare helmet, turning it in his hands before stepping closer. When he slides it over your head, his fingers linger in your hair, gentle and careful. He tucks a loose strand behind your ear. “You comfortable?”, he asks.

“It’s heavy.”, you say while straining against the head weight.

“That’s the point," Arthur says while putting his own helmet on, "Don't wanna scramble them pretty brains of your's." He adjusts the strap beneath your chin. His knuckles brush the sensitive skin of your throat, and your breath stutters with nerves. His hands guide you as you swing your leg over. The seat feels smaller than it looked. Higher. More exposed. Your heart pounds.

He climbs on in front of you, the movement smooth and confident. You reach under his arms and hold onto his broad frame for dear life. He hasn't even began to leave and you're already reading the obituary that'll be printed by Monday morning— Mrs. and Mr. Arthur Morgan went to be in the arms of Jesus on Friday night after a tragic motorcycle accident.

The vibration travels through him and into you, deep and thrumming. You gasp and cling tighter.

Arthur’s hand comes down over yours, large and warm, with a reassuring squeeze. “I’m right here,” he reassures.

Your voice is small as you say “I hate this.”

“You don’t know that yet,' he chuckles.

“I hate it preemptively," you nervously argue.

The motorcycle begins to move. Slow enough that it almost surprises you. The parking lot drifts past and you press your face into his back.

“Arthur.”

“I know.”

“Arthur.”

“I know.”

His hand slides back and pats your thigh, steady and reassuring.

“You’re doing good.”

“I am not.”

“You are.”

The street comes into view and your heart races, but then the wind reaches you. It slips under your clothes and across your skin, cool and alive. It fills your lungs and steals your breath all at once.

“You alright?” he calls.

“Maybe.”

He squeezes your hands again.

The first turn comes. You tense, but you feel him shift and guide the bike with smooth control. You follow him without thinking. The movement feels fluid, almost gentle, practiced even.

You had known Arthur had a motorcycle before, but it had been some time since then. He does not rush. Every movement is careful, like he is thinking of you with every second. At a stoplight, his hand rests on your knee.

“You still with me?”

You nod into his back.

“You can lean with me,” he says. “Just follow.”

“Okay.”

The next stretch is longer. The sun dips lower and the sky turns soft pink and gold. Your grip changes without you realizing it. Still tight, but no longer desperate. It's as if he may float away from this moment with you if you were to let go.

You lift your head and let the air rush over your face. The fear fades, replaced with gratitude for taking the risk and trusting Arthur yet again.

“You’re relaxing,” he says.

“Don’t make a big deal.”

“I’m proud of you.”.

When he pulls into the driveway and the engine quiets, the sudden stillness feels strange. It's almost as though you didn't want the ride to end.

“Well?” he asks.

You lift your head. “That was kind of amazing.”

His grin is wide and boyish. “Yeah?”

You climb off, legs unsteady. He is there instantly, hands on your waist to steady you.

When the helmet comes off, your hair is a mess and your cheeks are warm. He looks at you like you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

“Want to go again sometime?," he asks. You glance at the motorcycle, then back at him. “Only if you keep holding my hand like that," you demand with a pointing finer.

His expression softens, and he looks down at the ground to keep from laughing at you being a scaredy cat.

“Yes ma'am.”

[uravitypng]

aizawa's eyes are starting to hurt more than normal recently with the increase of having to use his quirk so much, so like the dutiful wife that you are, you offer to do his eye drops this morning before he goes to work so he doesn't forgot. he's sitting on one of the kitchen chairs while you're perched onto the table. his head is tilted up and you have the dropper in your hand. your husband gazes at your face with love, not looking away for even a second, and it makes you shy, "shouta can you look away?"

he just smirks and tiredly replies, "i'd rather look at you."

[ryoride]

I want you to touch me ★ shota aizawa

✮ Husband!aizawa, fem!reader, fluff, men who yearn, physical affection, lover man

✮ synopsis: Aizawa with an affectionate wife

When he's gotten to the point of marriage, nothing will surprise him anymore. He's been in love with you for years, getting used to your little quirks and ways you show affection. + the honorable mention of Hizashi being an affectionate friend in their teens.

So the moment he feels your arms wrapping around him, or you lying on him, he's locked into affectionate husband mode, no matter what he was doing. Grading papers? Eating? Watching TV? None of that matters when he has you.

Affection comes to him so easily when it comes to you; he's just happy to have you there. Peppering your temple with kisses, holding your hand, anything you like, he likes.

In the privacy of your home, he's all over you, cooking dinner together: he stands behind you, rubbing your waist with one hand and helping with ingredients in the other as you discuss the mundane.

Showering together is just about his favorite time of day, getting to take in the steam and the sight of you under the water. The moment you try to start washing his back, he knows you're both done for.

He likes cuddling more as an adult than he did as a teen, somehow, curling up together on the couch, in his sleeping bag, or in bed. He's cuddled you on the bathroom floor, hungover, before.

He likes it when you curl up beside him on the couch and rest your head in his lap. He doesn't quite know why, but the moment you just get comfortable on him, his hand brushes your temple, whispering sweet nothings.

lazy days are like the second coming of your honeymoon, where you're both barely dressed, just spending the limited hours you get to be lazy & comfortable all over you. In any way he can get

whenever he's had a rough patrol, he likes to just lie in the bed beside you and watch you breathe—it might be a little creepy, but it reminds him of the good in the world he's trying desperately to protect.

Calm, small, lingering kisses over your skin. It could be your ankle; if it's within reach of his lips, he will attempt to kiss it.

You're allowed to braid his hair, especially since he keeps it longer than he did as a teenager, but if you & Eri bust out the butterfly clips, he will try to shield himself.

As a husband, he still loves carrying around his wife; he even finds more joy in it than he did as a teen, because there are so many sweet memories just woven into the action, it's like second nature.

[cherieberri]

I love this

[kitkat13001]

shota looks up from his papers when you heave what’s probably the most dramatic sigh he’s ever heard. he casts you an exasperated glance before asking a reluctant, “what?”

you look up at him through your lashes from where you’re sat on the other side of the couch, prodding him with your foot. “do you even like me?”

he holds his deadpan gaze for a second longer before returning to his work. “i’m not going to answer that.”

“what?!” you sit up, appalled and scowling. you crawl over to lean heavy on his shoulder, determined to interrupt his peace. “what the hell does that mean?!”

“there’s no good answer for that,” he replies, (mostly) unbothered to your pervasion of his personal space. “if i say yes, you’ll say something like ‘so you don’t love me’ and if i say no, you’ll have a fit. if i say ‘i love you’ you’ll say i didn’t answer your question. there’s no winning.”

you sit, dumbfounded. he’s got you there... 

“but—”

“yes, i like you. love you, even. no, i don’t want to break up. yes, i think about you every day and yes, i miss you when i’m away on missions. and no, i do not want anyone else. just you.”

he looks up and holds your gaze steady, the hint of a self-satisfied smirk tugging his lips at your wide eyes and flushed cheeks. you huff a little, bashful as you settle back onto him, placated by his answer (…for now).

several moments pass in soft silence until you open your mouth to say something else and shota drops his pen, heaving out a long-suffering sigh. 

“and yes, i would still love you if you were a worm.”

[queenofsf]

“Father, Mother and I”

An art series about little/young Arthur, 1/?

[irotbeautifully]

they're rage baiting arthur again

[cherieberri]

he’s so fine

[our-sinister-night]

Why do they do this to me