Could you write some strapon sex with Brigitte please? Either receiving?
Not too long! Reader is the one receiving.
She kisses your lips, hard. Liable to leave a mark if she keeps treating them like this. Brigitte wraps her strong arms around your waist, flexing as she locks them in place. Following your fumbling, eager steps back to the bed. Falling over with you, down on top of the plush comforter she made herself. She mends battle-worn armor and weaves the tightest stitches. Forming them into a one of a kind comforter, designed with both your and her tastes in mind. In a tantalizingly fluid motion, she rolls her hips. A decently sized dildo sliding between your slick lower lips, applying a back-arching amount of pressure gliding over your aroused clit…
…A cute at home date night, naturally led to diving into bed together. Just the two of you— well, the two of you and your four furry, four-legged children. They have been shut out for the night. Left to do the things cats left alone will do. The chosen movie unsuspectingly steamy– your bodies huddled close the whole time, getting hotter. Hands roaming, teasing, slipping undershirts and into underwear. Wistful sighs and soft moans amongst the lazily thrown together bed, made of pillows, and blankets on the floor. Illuminated only by the light from the movie inspiring a rush of hormones in its audience.
The credits had yet to roll when the two of you stumbled up from the blankets, holding each other and capturing one other’s open mouths. Messily kissing here and there and everywhere skin was available for the kissing. Giggling as you struggled to both keep your fevered bodies as close as possible– and keep one of the cats from following you in at the same time.
You made it in with no stragglers, rushed to ‘the’ chest, tearing off the little clothes you had on along the way. Brigitte follows suit. ‘The’ chest, the one with all the toys the two of you collected over the course of your relationship. Went right for the strap on. The go to one– it adjusts and hugs both you and her nicely. The one best for fluid lovemaking. You pulled it out with an excited grin, knowing just what the mood called for.
Feeling ambiguous, you left the decision up to her. “You or me?” you asked, holding the toy up at your side, the straps swaying from side to side.
She smiles deviously. “My turn.” A hint of husk and mischief in her tone. Her answer not only immediate but stated as she was taking it from your hand. She spins around, her hair fanning out in a gorgeous amber wave, swaying and settling at mid back. You help her get the thing secured around her thighs and hips. Sweeping her hair out of the way so you can pepper the smooth valleys of her strong back with wet-lipped kisses. Making sure to tickle the insides of her soft thighs, leading to teasing the warm, aroused space between her legs before it was no longer reachable…
…Here underneath her for a few lewd moments, you latch onto her warm, soft breasts. Moaning as if you were getting the most delicious milk from her. Grin from ear to ear as she firmly detaches you using a good grip in your hair, and steps back off the bed. She pulls you forward by the thighs, stopping once your butt meets the edge. Hooking her arms under your knees, she brings you close enough for her cock to slide nice and easy back and forth through your folds, pressing against your entrance– you to grip the sheets in sudden anticipation.
But she doesn’t enter you yet. She loves to tease, pressing down on the shaft so the pressure on your clit is so pleasant your hips raise off the bed. She rocks her hips, just slow enough to keep you from toppling over the edge. Watching all the lovely twists and turns of your face as the teasing becomes harder to bear without squirming around… and begging…
“Brig, please,” you whine, trying to lift your hips high enough to spear yourself on her cock.
Brigitte uses both her disciplinary hands to shove your hips back down on the bed. Shifts her hips so the cock slides back down connecting with your clenching cunt. “Want my cock, baby?” she asks, much more out of breath than she had thought.
“Yes,” you plead, with an adorably eager nod.
She grins, airing between sweet, and amused in a way that makes her own clit pulse, her core curling enough to make her toned abs twitch. “Okay~” a sultry song in her tone, “hope you’re ready for me.”
She slowly pushes inside, your face turning into a plain of pleasured shock as it stretches you open considerably. Wide, glassy eyes holding her gaze even through all the intense sensations running through you. You begin to relax as she inches inside of you. A gasping, open mouth drifting down into a sex drunk smile as she bottoms out.
Brigitte’s hands and her towering stance slip forward, bringing your quivering legs with her. She’s nearly ready to really give it to you, planting her hands flat down on the bed, one on either side of your waist. Your hands find her swift moving hips and the upper mounds of her perfect ass. Grasping at her tighter and tighter, the faster she slams her hips against your own.
You’re teetering on the edge. Thigh muscles tightening up and she can feel it. Can see that far gone look creeping over your eyes. Brigitte’s raring to push you over. So, she pauses, readjusts to an angle she knows, from plenty experiences past, will have your body rolling through the waves in no time. Goes in just deep enough, at the consistent speed you need. Holding her weight on one arm she dives between your legs. The very moment her fingers touch your swollen clit, your body seizes up. Fingers digging into her supple ass, mumbling strings of empty curses. Your head is thrown back, and you somehow manage to groan out her full first name flawlessly.
She rides you through your orgasm, rubbing and thrusting with pride-like leisure, staring down at the glow that begins to bask across your skin as your orgasm peters out.
You grab ahold of her wrist, pleading, “Okay, okay…” Pulling her hand up to your mouth where you lovingly kiss her knuckles, lap at your own juices. You release her and Brigitte rolls over onto the bed, landing with a small bounce on her back. She rolls her head to the side, content to watch you try to catch your breath for a while…
…But you have other plans. You hop up onto your knees and bounce your way into her lap. Straddling her hips, you tug and pull at the strap on, determined to take it. “Your turn?” you ask, with an upturned brow.
Brigitte lifts her hips, making the process easier for you. “Show me what you’ve got.”
Fantastic writing! Normally I am not a Moira fan but your Moira x Reader fic was amazing... keep up the great work... Overwatch fandom needs more writers like you...
Hi!! How would you feel about a dub con request for Y!Moira finally cornering her smol!obsession and getting them worked up and flustered before just having her way with them?? I just... Oh goodness I want that woman to pin me down and do terrible things to me and leave me overestimated and just craving her constant touch. Unnff 🤤
Notable tags! Dubious Consent and Yandere!Moria. Dubious consent is due to sex mist. Oh, and Blackwatch!Moira.
“Hello there~ Do come in.” Moira spins around on her stool. Nonchalant. As if she had naturally noticed you walk in. Not eagerly watching the door, both her hands curled into a fist on the counter. Work in front of her, work all around her. Moira can’t pay any of it any due attention. Absolutely was not carefully monitoring the surveillance cameras on her personal holopad, clearance she isn’t authorized to have. Watching you walk down the halls, stopping to chat here and there. Moira made spiteful mental notes of the people daring to keep you from reaching her at the agreed upon time.
“Hey!” You greet her back with a nervous grin. “You need me for some testing?”
“Yes, that is what my voice message conveyed.” Moira motions you over to her station with one elegant swoop of her hand, her slender fingers curling in elegantly, one after the other. She points to the stool to her left. “Have a seat.”
You plop down on the seat, as commanded, and patiently wait for Moira to tell you why she has called you here. You joined Overwatch a few months back. Agreed to test some of Moira’s… tamer creations and experimentations. In exchange for a more than just a decent amount of extra cash.
Moira has no problems with prolonged silence. Almost never feels the need to rush anything. She takes her sweet time poking and swiping at her holopad. Making doubly sure the doors to her lab are locked, and her work status is set to ‘do not disturb’, for any of her fellow peers who may feel the pressing need to bother her while she’s in the middle of snaring the only thing she’s been able to think about lately.
Moira’s cool, collected. It takes a lot to make the woman sweat. You, however, are already squirming around in your seat. Her vibe is palpable, you can’t make heads nor tails of it. Your gaze darts to her lap when she cocks her head to the side, assessing you unlike any other specimen she has gotten her hands on. It’s a look that makes your spine tingle. Gives you an abysmal feeling, like you’re about to be taken down by a predator peeking from the tall grass.
“Alright.” Moira puts her holopad away. Her tall, slender legs easily allow her to stand gracefully from her stool. “Allow me to check your vitals first, then we’ll get started.”
Moira’s no medical professional, though she could be one if she found any real interest in the practice. Smart enough and educated enough as she is.
She takes an old-fashioned stethoscope from one of her many neatly organized drawers, an ear thermometer, and a blood pressure cuff.
“Why am I here today?” you ask nervously, such an easily spooked girl you are.
…Because I want you here. I desire you unlike any other. Because my fantasies of you have kept me up at night. I can’t stand it any longer. I need to know how soft you are, what you smell like during the throws of passion, what your lips taste of.
“I have a mist that needs testing.” She walks over to you with the blood pressure cuff in hand. Gestures to your arm and you offer it up to her.
“Oh…” Moira catches the visible lump and hears your audible gulp.
“Never fear.” She rubs your thigh assuredly, lingering longer than what is appropriate. Goes back to gingerly wrapping the cuff around your arm. Presses a button and it begins to tighten. “It’s simply a new version of an already existing and thriving product.” She rolls her ‘r’ and it sends a cascade of tingles down your spine, causing you to shiver like a cold gust of wind had run through you.
“Oh, okay.” Nothing about your tone says that you trust her reassurance. “Was it developed by you?”
Dumb question. Coming from you, Moira answers nicely. “Of course, who else?”
You shrug. Moira carries on. Noting that your blood pressure is a bit higher than it should be. It doesn’t take much to understand why. She stands close. And holds onto the back of your neck firmly in her hand, while she takes your temperature. Finds it to be satisfactory. She moves onto your heartbeat. By far her favorite part. Getting that near to your chest, makes her feel young again. Like a horny, immature teenager getting so very close to something that is titillating and intimate and secret. You’re obviously a person who feels your body is something to be covered, and not something that is shared with everyone. You refuse to even change in front of fellow agents in the locker rooms…
…It’s maddening.
She’d know. On a day, about a month back, she looked forward to casually finishing her workout at the exact same time you finished yours. Casually she followed you into the locker room, hoping. Hoping to get a glimpse of the body she’s been building up in her dreams. Only for you to remove your things from your locker and head into a curtained shower to change. Leaving Moira disappointed and heartbroken, robbed of her chance to take in you in all your bared glory.
Moira slips into the neck of your t-shirt. Presses the cold round hearing piece against your equally as chilly skin. Goosebumps rise on her arms before she even hears your heartbeat, added icing on the cake. It’s hypnotizing, the steady drumbeat of your heart. She closes her eyes feeling her own heartbeat rise just as yours too picks up its pace.
“Moira?” you whisper, alarm apparent in your tone.
When she opens her eyes, she finds that she’s leaning for forehead against your temple. Her hand and slender fingers dancing along the line of your spine. The air in the room has become thick and stagnant. And the listening piece has drifted downwards, along with her hand that is still holding it. Her pinky grazes across your nipple, Moira’s core jumps at the contact.
You gaze up at her with glassy, fearful eyes. Cheeks painted a rich hue of red. Heart hammering away at your ribcage.
Moira removes the stethoscope. “My apologies, my head took a sudden leave.”
Giggling nervously, you shift. Squeeze your thighs together and readjust your t-shirt attempting and failing to hide how hard your nipples are now. “That’s okay, it happens.”
You’re perfect, despite the high blood pressure, and ready to get started. So is Moira, she softly claps her hands together. “Up on the examination table.” She points toward the usual room.
You hop up. Follow Moira to a separated examination room within the lab. The walls are made of smart glass; will darken and make the room private upon request. Not something that should be necessary today. But most definitely has been helpful, and will continue to be so in the future.
As you climb onto the examination table, you trip over the stirrups. Moira adjusts the back until it’s just shy of a ninety-degree angle.
“Comfortable?” Moira drawls.
You nod. “Yes, thank you.”
Moira leaves the room momentarily to retrieve the aforementioned mist from a securely locked holding cabinet. She may have told you a small fib. The mist is not new, nor recently re-engineered. No need to fix what isn’t broken. It’d be illegal, if it were to ever get to the government. The public’s opinion would be sour on it. Moira supplies it to clients mostly by word of mouth that runs rapid in the type of social groups this kind of mist is most popular in, with a substantial price tag.
“Alright,” Moira says as she reenters the room. She pushes down on the cap, twists and the cap is released. “Take a few breaths in through your nose,” she commands, enjoying the way your chest rises as you breathe. Her adrenaline drip switches on as she hovers the bottle over your face. Heart racing. Can’t wait to witness the effects. She may be starting to sweat. “On a count of 3, take a big breath… 1… 2… 3…”
She pushes down on the nozzle. A dense mist escapes, blanketing your face as you inhale through your nose. Moira’s whisks her face away. Realizing that, in her excitement, she forgot to be thorough. With no mask on her face, she risks encountering some second-hand side effects.
With the knowledge that the mist should be taking its course quickly, she recaps the bottle and stashes it away inside her lab coat pocket. She grips each of your legs individually, rolling her shoulders as she goes, fingers digging. Gradually she leans into your personal space, pupils blown. “Tell me,” she croons. “How are you feeling?”
You gulp, darling eyelashes fluttering as you try and remember how to speak. “Ah, um.” You lick your lips and now they’re shiny, and all Moira can stare at. “Hot… I feel hot…”
Moira hums so low it sounds like a purr. “Tell me more. Be descriptive.”
“I—I… um…” You look down your body but struggle to get past the embarrassment of what’s happening to you there.
“Don’t be shy.” She leans in more. Her hips wedge between your legs. The closer she gets, the farther your legs spread. “Remember, I’m a professional.”
You grasp onto her coat as she aligns her crotch with your own and presses firmly. You throw your head back, gasping for air. Hips rolling into her own. Not even aware of it. “Oh God, I’m so hot,” you whine pitifully.
“Allow me to help you with that.” Moira snakes her hands under your shirt. Follows the unique curve of your hips all the way up into your waist, eventually pulling your t-shirt over your head. All with you mewling with every inch of skin that she caressed. She steps back, in order to rid you of your shoes and leggings. Stumbles over her own foot, the misstep making her realize just how much her head is spinning. Just…
…Look at you. Already living up to and far beyond her fantasies. Cold sweat trickling down your temples. Looking at Moira with two of the prettiest fuck-me eyes she’s ever seen. You can’t seem to stop biting your lips, so they’re starting to swell; two puffy kissable buds. Dainty hands opening and closing, searching for anything they can cling to. Hips, on the constant move.
“Exquisite,” she purrs.
Your underwear is nothing special. A run of the mill bra with sensible multicolored cotton panties. But oh– are those panties soaked and is that bra just a tug away from revealing the heaving breasts beneath it.
Nestled back in between your legs, Moira throws off her lab coat, and drapes herself over your smaller stature, completely engulfing you. You cling to her, desperately wanting her weight and her warmth to envelop you. Thinks on saying something that will keep up the façade, but decides that the situation is well beyond pretending now. Instead, Moira decides to give that busy mouth some attention. Licking, biting, gasping, leaving it wide open— baby girl clearly has an oral fixation.
Slowly she feeds you her fingers. You close your lips around them, sucking while Moira moves them in and out languidly. She dives in a little deeper, causing you to gag. But with the gag, comes a full body moan. So, Moira keeps on doing it. You close your eyes, really getting into it. Cradling and curling your tongue around her fingers. Eagerly take another finger into your mouth. It stretches your mouth open in a lewd way and gives Moira’s core something more to get jumpy about.
The sight is lovely and the sounds you’re making are musical, but she needs to taste that slutty mouth. She slowly removes her fingers, trailing lines of saliva down your chin and down into your neck where she holds you down. When she kisses you, it’s consuming and a lot all at once. But it is just what you need right now. Tender pecks wouldn’t be satisfactory to you, something she can heap upon you later. Here and now, she invades your mouth with both her own moans of pleasure and her long, skilled tongue. Sucking and nipping at your lips that are so clearly unused to having so much devotion.
Still holding your neck firmly, Moira slips her other arm between you. Down into your underwear, flooded with your arousal. You stop kissing her, but that doesn’t mean she stops kissing you. Your breath stolen away by how relieving Moira’s touch is, simply resting on top your engorged clit. Your eyes glaze over with an impeccable stupefied sheen. She rolls her fingers over your highly sensitive nub, as you seize up, latching onto her shirt dangerously tight. Seems pop, she swears she hears something tear.
When you finally get your breath back, your ministrations are weak to the ears but consistent. A small choked whimper with every breath. A few curses sprinkled in between your attempts to keep kissing her back. The overwhelming sensations take you away every time, and even manage to steal your lips away from her. You throw your head back, hands lurching to grasp onto the sides of the examination chair, back arching more than it ever has.
A problem, with a simple solution. She’ll just have to ravish your neck then.
“I’m gonna—” You stop to catch your breath. “I’m gonna cum!”
“Go on then,” she states coolly. Moira latches onto your neck, treating the soft skin there just as rudely as she did your delicate lips, and rubs your clit with new vigor.
You go silent for a moment before it all hits you at once. An orgasm that you feel all the way from the top of your head to your curling toes. Unable to comprehend that you are experiencing the best orgasm you’ve ever had. All consuming pleasure that leaves your body weak. Complete satisfaction takes over for a blissful, precious few moments where you can catch your breath and maybe have a chance to think a little clearer. But it’s gone in a flash, all that agonizing want and desire comes back full force. And your body is in desperate carnal need once again.
Once your body stops writhing, Moira rears back. Somewhere amidst all the commotion, your bra straps fell to the wayside. She grabs it at the middle and gives it a good tug. It slips down with no problem, exposing your breasts to Moira’s mercy. You will be leaving this room with both your nipples thoroughly abused and your breasts marked. She must know, if, in your current state, she can make you cum, simply by overstimulating them. But… for now… she has other curiosities that are pressing.
Moira leaves you for a moment. Having a destination, a… drawer in mind. But needs to take a moment just to fall back against the counter, housing said drawer, so she can shove her hand into her own underwear, and give her throbbing clit some of the attention it’s been urgently screaming out for. You pout when you see it, jealous of the attention you’re not getting.
Moira nods towards your crotch. “Don’t leave yourself wanting.”
Your eyes light up, suddenly remembering that touching yourself is a thing. Immediately you dive between your thighs. Rub your clit and grasp onto a breast. Groping the meat of it and tweaking your nipple rudely.
“Look at me,” Moira demands. The way you snap to her attention does something to make her weak in the knees. Your eyes were trained on your own nipple rolling between your fingers. As nice as that is, she wants to look you in your eyes while she gets herself off.
It happens for her faster than it typically would. It must either be you, or she got a small dose of that mist. She clings to the counter for purchase, leans all her weight back into it as her knees threaten to buckle. She moans lowly, falling silent in the moment when the pleasure crashing through her is too much for her to be able to breathe at the same time. “Yess,” she hisses, as the intensity in her body starts to dissipate. She milks her orgasm of every last little pang and shock it had left, softly rubbing until she was finally satisfied. Removing her hand for her underwear, she spins around, leaving her pants undone and hooks a finger under the handle of the drawer she had in mind.
“How long does this… this…” You gasp, struggling to find a word to describe what is happening to you. Sex mist, plain and simple. The best on the market. “…Mist usually last?”
Moira’s taken aback. You managed to form a coherent sentence. Shocking. “The effects typically wear off within 4 to 6 hours.”
“Oh my God,” you gasp.
“Don’t worry,” Moira assures as she pulls open the drawer she had in mind, it slides open smoothly. Neatly lined from front to back with medical grade dildoes of various sizes. She ponders on which one she should use on you. Looks back and once again lays eyes upon your dripping cunt, turns her attention back to the drawer and grabs, not the biggest one, but one that would still be described as “huge”. She grasps it at the base, takes it out, and shoves her hips against the drawer to shut it. Showing you what she has in store for you she croons, “I’m here for you, acushla~”
in the light of everything going down, please allow me this gay thought
Imagine literal Goddess Ana Amari, going by Bastet. You visit Egypt as a tourist, and a shrouded woman gifts you with an amulet, featuring the goddess herself. You question why she’s gifting this to you... it looks really nice. She says that the necklaces are being given to everyone. Don’t you know?? There’s a celebration at hand! You believe her and take the amulet with a polite thank you. Though as you walk around, talk to more of the locals, you discover that the woman wasn’t exactly... lying, but your amulet IS much nicer than the one that is being handed out to others. There’s flat and made of cheap plastic. Yours? Three dimensional, heavy, naturally antique appearance, the goddess and a harem of cats engraved in the middle.
Bastet is a general protector, a warrior goddess, as well as a goddess of fertility. Cut to a modern festival that celebrates the ancient goddess, you will learn all about this at the festival (if you can remember, there’s lots of drinking). So you go, and sport the amulet given to you by the mysterious woman. You wind up meeting this shrouded woman “by chance” at the festival. This time, she takes off the mask covering her face, and you learn that she goes by Ana. She’s much older than you, but you don’t mind when she takes you by the hand and starts showing you the right way to party at this festival.
You feel really comfortable putting your night in her hands, wind up giggly and horny and drunk as hell at her place. Her place at face value is this really small, hole in the wall, barely even recognizable as an apartment. You don’t care. Her bed is big, soft, and warm... she too is so soft and so warm. You’ve never come so hard, or so much. Sleeping with this woman feels magical, otherworldly, you feel pleasure in places you didn’t know you could. You even lose track of time, it feels absolutely amazing. When the morning comes you have a new tour guide. Ana shows you around, tells you about the history of her home. You continue to fool around in various places while you’re at it.
You stay a bit longer than you were anticipating because of her. The day you just HAVE to leave suddenly you have a bout of nausea. It keeps you from getting to your flight on time. Ana sticks around to take care of you, getting you water, she rubs your back and tells you about how she’s seen much worse. When you start to wonder out loud about what must be wrong with you, Ana simply states that you are pregnant. That statement is all kinds of ridiculous, with a healthy side of terrifying. You haven’t had sex with a man (to your knowledge), so you can’t be pregnant. This is when Ana reveals her real identity. Lets you know that being the fertility goddess that she is, she doesn’t need the equipment of a man in order to get a girl pregnant. You ARE pregnant, and you’re pregnant with her baby.
blogs in bold contain/write nsfw content! I’m pretty sure most of these blogs are currently active, if not well oops, feel free to correct me if i get info wrong i am a big dumb.
if you’re an imagines blog and you aren’t on this, or you know some imagines blogs to add shoot me a pm, i’ll be happy to add more, i want to make this list as large as possible :)
by the way, i’ve queued this post for a point in time where i’m definitely asleep, because im going to bet my love for anime tiddies that the links won’t work, so be sure to let me know if they don’t and i’ll attempt to fix them in the morning.
Ao No Exorcist/Blue Exorcist:
@satanscenarios
@cuckooclockofcandy
@aonogifreactions
Bleach:
@arrancxr
@shinji-slut
@sexintheseireitei
@arrancar-fantasy
@bleach-stories
@chire-senbonimagines
@bleachmoodboards
Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia:
@strictlynsfwbnha
@boku-no-her0-imagines
@bnhascenariosheadcannonsimagines
@bokunoheroimagines
@imagine-boku-no-hero
@aizawaschalkboard
@alpha-bnha-boys
@annabeth-ca
@lovekatsukibakugo
@boku-no-hero-headcannons
@bnhatrashimagines
@herosforall
@silverheroes
@ohmybnha
@katsuki-is-babe
@todorosky
@add-a-teaspoon-of-heroism
@bnha-valentines
@kinkyacademia
@dearbnha
Danganronpa:
@danganronpa–imagines
@yourdanganronpaneedshere
@imaginedanganronpa
@saihara-shuichi-imagines
@most-likely-terrible-dr-imagines
@danganronpaposts
@monster-ronpa
@rangandonpaimagines
@truth-and-lies-drv3-imagines
@danganronpa3imagines
Diabolik Lovers:
@diabolik-shu-lover
@diabolik-lovers-fanficsscenarios
@thecurerain
Fate Series/Fate Grand Order:
@unlimited-fate-imagines
@fgo-chaldea-hcs
@fgoheadcanons
@the-whims-of-fate
@yetanotherfategrandorderblog
@chaldeaforyou
Fire Emblem:
@astra-crits
@hornyemblem
@fire-em-heroes
@trashy-writings
@fe-fiction
@feimagine
@imagine-fire-emblem
@fire-emblem-drabbles
@imaginingfe
@imagine-fe
@imaginesforfe
@gatesofthefireemblem
@fe-written
@villainousfe
@imaginefe
@thesable-feheadcanons
@imaginefeawakening
@feimaginethat
@fehimagines
@feifheadcanons
@imaginefefates
@fewillnotleavemymind
@femme-blem
@soft-femagines
@softer-fe-imagines
@casualfeh
@villainous-imagine (they do nsfw under specific circumstances, so they get the special italics)
@fuhmagines
@thisway-imagines
@summonerwrites
@milasdivineprotection
@ifonlyimagines
@fe-imagin-s
@cute-fe-imagines-and-prompts
Kingdom Hearts:
@one-sky-imagines
@lucky0stars
@anotherkhimagineblog
@imaginationxiii
@kingdomheartsthot
@nobodies-png
Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler:
@kuroshitsuji-scenarios
@funtomimagines
Magi:
@labyrinth-of-headcanons
@magi-scenario
@one-thousand-and-one-magi
Marvel:
@fvckingavengers
@thekairos
@avngersimagine
@imagine-assembling-the-avengers
@clintbartondeservesmore
@lil-writes
@canumoveurseatup-no
@avengersfluff
Multifandom:
@pokemagines (fire emblem & pokemon)
@anime-thirst (fandom list can be found here)
@leawritessin (fandom list can be found here)
@imagine-shenanigans (fandom list can be found here)
@vines-of-an-ivy (couldn’t find a fandom list, but I saw Magi, Boku No Hero Academia & Kissed by the baddest bidder on their blog)
@emotionaldepravity (One Piece, Fate, Tokyo After School Summoners, Fire Emblem)
@masterofmyfatesv2 (Fire Emblem, The Legend of Zelda, Metroid, Persona 3-5, Fate and RWBY)
@jesswritesimagines (fandom list can be found here)
@welovemonstergirls (Rosario + Vampire and Monster Musume)
@rocksinmuffin (so i have two links, if they work if not well fuck, here’s one to their faq and another to their will i won’t i tag)
@alphadabi (couldn’t find a fandom list, but I saw Boku No Hero Academia & Bungou Stray Dogs)
@hoe-imaginess (fandom list can be found here)
@yan-and-fandoms (i couldn’t find a fandom list, it was probably right in my face i’m blind, but they were once an Overwatch blog, so there’s that information)
@fuckmotheringfandomsagain (this is their commission info, but it also contains a list of fandoms so here)
@yandereshit (rules /list of fandoms can be found here)
@imlovemytrash (fandom list here)
@the-daylight-here (fandom list here, just putting here that they are a yandere blog)
@lazydoodlesandfanfic (fandom list here)
@casperimagines (mha and naruto)
@writingsofspn (fandom list here)
@dumb-writing-blog (couldn’t find a fandom list but i saw D:BH, Supernatural, Buffy The Vampire Slayer and some others)
@xanimequeenx (fandom list here)
@meximorrita (answers asks in spanish and english, writes for mha, overwatch, voltron & homestuck)
@uncomfortable-writers (fandom list here, it’s from 2015 so im not sure if it’s been updated since then, so uh yeah)
@spacehologramcollection (Mainly LOTOR, Overwatch, Star Wars and Far Cry 5)
@casuallyimagining (fandom list here)
@littlemessyjessi (masterlist of their fandoms here)
@ya-girl-harris (the fandoms they are currently writing for are in their bio!)
@lillatte (fandom list here)
@president-of-the-imagines (fandom list here)
@imagines-forthe-soul (fandoms are in their bio!)
@starsscribble (here’s an old fandom list from 2017 but in their bio it’s whatever fandoms they are currently into)
@erasethedarkness (bnha & black clover)
@yandere-daydreams (fandom list here)
@blacknuttler (fandom list in bio)
@theblackbirdsgemimagines (fandoms are in bio, kinda,,,,)
@animeanimeanimeimagines (fandom list can be found here)
@yanderedarlings (fandom list can be found here)
@sheep-and-lykos (fandoms in bio)
@thataveragewriter (fandoms in bio)
@thewritingrogue (fandom list can be found here)
@lillianofliterature (i saw star wars, marvel and the hobbit, but in bio it says to dm for specific fandoms)
@imaginesoftheuniverse (fandom list/master list here)
@kpopgirl1234bl (couldn’t find a fandom list, saw Durarara, blue exorcist, nanbaka, black butler and some other fandoms)
@milkboitobio (fandom list can be found here)
@peaches-akaashi (mha and haikyuu)
@cope-to-anime (fandoms in bio)
@animeficsandimagines (didn’t see a fandom list, in bio it says everything anime related so yeah)
I'd love that tasty Zarya and smol s/o, maybe working out together and having some sexy times after 👀👀👀
“Poor form!” Zarya crosses her arms, shaking her head. She stares directly at your backside. Watches as it rounds out as you crouch into a squat, the lightly weighted squat rack bar on your shoulders. She steps forward, a sly smirk on her lips as she scrutinizes your method. Your thighs twitching from the exertion, you give her a look in the mirror that says, “Give me a break, babe.”
She approaches you from behind, helping you place the bar safely back where it belongs. She walks you forward. A hand placed on the small of your back, until you’re close enough to the large, clean, wall-length mirror for her liking. Towering over you, she grins. Snakes her strong, muscled arms around your waist, and leans forward, flutters her fingertips along the inside of your thighs.
“Use your thighs, not your back, myshka.”
She kisses your temple hard enough to leave your head swaying, grabby hands lingering between your legs for longer than is necessary to get her point across. Your thighs clench, and you fidget from one foot to the other. A daydream, here and gone in a flash, of her diving right into your leggings, right here, exercising your bravery. When you come back to the present, simmering, bright emerald eyes are staring down your heaving, lifted, and secured breasts, as you try and catch your breath. Your sports bra more fitted to be cute and flattering, than it is helpful. Something Zarya complained about at first glance, while the thing was still on the hanger, stating that the thing wasn’t “structurally sound,” but quickly changed her mind when she saw it on you.
“I know, I know, I’m trying.” Truthfully at this point, you’re too new to the scene to understand when you are, and when you are not, using your back to lift. You just know what hurts and what other methods hurt a little less, and you go with the less painful option, instead of the ladder.
She pats your butt, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Ready to hit the showers?” If Zarya is asking, the answer is always yes; you’re always ready to stop working out. If this were reversed, you wouldn’t even be asking. Zarya lets YOU know when she’s ready to throw in the towel. Just asking is an insult; does she look like she needs to rest? No– don’t make her laugh.
Once in the locker room, being the only ones occupying the space, she makes a spectacle out of watching you peel off your sweaty clothes and free your breasts from their cruel confinement with great interest. She sits on a metal bench, with her elbows resting on her knees. Just within reach, and fast enough to snatch the towel as you try and wrap it around your body.
She tosses it to the side. Grabs hold of your wrist, yanks you forward causing you to fall gracelessly into her lap. She kisses you, her hands groping all over your body. Focusing in on her favorite parts, the softer parts.
“Stop it, I’m smelly and gross.” You push fruitlessly at her hands, only for her to grip your thighs tighter. Hoisting you further onto her lap, and closer to her body. Your tummy flutters, warmth pooling down in your core. Your body just can’t get enough of the rough way she handles you… The way her hard muscles ripple and flex as she keeps you right where she wants you to be.
She growls at your declaration. Shoves a hand between your legs. Swoops in so she can lavish your neck with eager lips and a wriggling, hot tongue. She inhales your scent, moaning as she breaths out onto your neck. Curls her one free arm around your waist, locking you in, and easily reaches the gash of your sex. She teases you, just barely touching your folds, grazing your clit and it pulses at her touch.
You gripe about someone walking in, Zarya pushes your legs open, spits on her fingers and works them into the exposed space between your thighs. Shutting you up and making your jaw go slack. “You had better come quick then.”
She goes right for your sweet spot, curling her fingers inside you, thumbs your swelling clit and finds a grin spreading across her face when your body lurches, telling her that she’s found the special bundle of nerves within you. She strokes it, applying just the right amount of pressure. You curl in on yourself, feeling a mass of maddening pressure welling in your core. Zarya nibbles on your neck, focused on making you come and making you come fast. Because then, then she can cart you off to the showers where there are curtains, and the real fun can begin. The provisions manager, here at Overwatch HQ, really should have thought twice about providing detachable shower heads. She and you both know you’re not the only ones using the things as they were not intended to be used.
Suddenly, it hits you. Electric on your skin, and taking your breath away. You clamp your hand over your own mouth, Zarya too busy keeping you grounded and keeping you coming, to be able to afford the hand to keep you quiet too. You bite your lip, added protection against the slew of whorish noises trapped in the back of your throat. Once the biggest waves of pleasure start to dissipate, you reach down and hold desperately onto her wrist, encouraging her to keep going at it until you’re good and ready to let her have her hand back…
…But then a couple agents walk into the locker room. Chatting lazily, not privy to what’s going on on the bench just around the corner. You’re up in a flash, both shy about both your naked body and about getting caught with your girlfriend’s fingers buried in your pussy. You pick a shower and hide away in it. Wait there for Zarya, who isn’t shy in any way at all that you can remember, to join you.
