Hiii, I'm Ran. I may write fanfics from time to time :)
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this is exactly how i expected a viper fan to request viper LOL i missed the opportunity to do something abt her gloves damn.. enjoy a scenario of viper eating up how easily you follow her.. no posturing required.. with an edge of "u can take the scientist out of the lab but not the lab out of the scientist"
WARNINGS: smut, dry humping, restraint (using hands), gender neutral reader, u get ordered around lwk, edging?, written at 2am š¬
If only Sabine Callas could soften her gripāand if only you really wanted her to.Ā
The chemist has always been acknowledged as high-strung by just about anyone who has seen the furrow of her brow or the strain of her voice, and it was apparent the assumption was at least not entirely incorrect. Of course, itās not as if she was incapable of being delicate; sheās no fool. The right outcome requires the right approachābut chemistry often demands such monotonous restraint, and combat situations often lack structure. Her solace from the relentless pursuit of control was found in you. More specifically, in exerting control of the most unquestionable kind over you.Ā
Her thin fingers encircle your wrists in a hold that only seems to become tighter the longer she holds you to the bed, much like a pythonās. If you were coherent enough to make the ironic connection, you would have laughed. But as it was, Sabineās legs were over your hips and your mind was blank of anything but anticipation at the plethora of options before the woman above you. Your neck was bared, your chest rose and fell with increasing frequency, and the warmth of lust was only spreading. The smooth planes of her thighs were tight against your sidesābut she held herself there, unwilling to rush.
āEyes on me.ā She commanded, voice lower than a true reprimand but still cool with warning. It didnāt cross your mind to disobey and when you met her gaze the deep green of her eyes were almost fully eclipsed by her pupils. āIntenseā is a word many would use to describe Sabine, but this kind was saved for youāthe thought made your fingers twitch.
Sabine, even with her eyes fully trained on yours, noticed. She leaned in, her mouth over your suddenly hot ear.Ā
āDonāt get ahead of yourself.ā Venom-steeped words spilled into your ear, and were punctuated by her hips dropping onto yours with a rough buck forward.Ā
The movement should have felt like nothing more than what it was; friction between clothed cores. It should have been stimulating, but not flat-out euphoric. You supposed that was the benefit of her calculating nature. Sabine knew exactly how and when to give and take to get the result she wanted, and for now it seemed like that was torturing you. As you squirmed underneath her slow, deliberate thrusts, your thoughts left the vulnerability of having your hands hoisted over your head and moved on to cursing the fabric between the two of you.
Hi there! I just found your blog and I really want to put in a request but I have to narrow down what fandom and then character I want to go with lol. Love your works so far and I look forward to seeing more from you š„°
tysm for the kind words and for enjoying my blog ā¤ļø
ive already got a few requests so there will be some new reads soon!! take your time deciding what you want š
send an ask with a r6s, valorant, genshin, honkai star rail, or overwatch char and i write a blurb abt how them and ur hands (NSFW). how they "use" them, where they like them to be during, ect...
this was ridiculously hard to write (I enjoyed the challenge tho, ty anon). I hope I got that sort of untraditional style of banter across... like yes he's sorta telling you what to do but it's sweet somehow.
WARNINGS: fluff, jealousy (slight), gender neutral reader, mentions of violence, he's annoyed everyone wants to talk to u lwk
āThat thing's a beast,ā Jordan āThermiteā Trace laughed. āAnd thatās something, coming from me.ā His wide, wholly American smile splitting his faceāoffered mostly to you to Shuhratās chagrin. āEveryone scrambles when this thing goes boomāand thatās even before any of the grenades go off.ā The APM-6 āMatryoshkaā before the three of you did nothing but glint under the sterile light of the workshop in reply.
You didnāt seem bothered by Thermiteās less-than-comforting description of the gadget. Examining the detonator in your hand seemed far more interesting to you. It was the same one Fuze had used to deliver rather destructive deaths with. The scratched-up green paint was heavily contrasted against your clean hands.
āDo you often train with Shuhrat?ā You asked, thumb gliding over the tactile switch.
āFor the sake of everyoneās ears, not often.ā Thermite chuckled, crossing his bandaged arms over his chest. āThough itās only this,ā he nodded to the APM-6 Matryoshka. āThatās loud about Shuhrat.āĀ
You giggled a bit at that, setting the detonator down gently. Thermite seemed pleased with the result of his idle chatter. In the back of his mind, Shuhrat wished the man would leave.
āAnyways, Elenaās got plenty of work for me and itās about time I got started. See you both around.ā Thermite nodded to each of you before promptly leaving.
You turned to Shuhrat after the door shut behind him.
āYou have a reputation here.ā Your lips curved upward, body leaning into his view as he picked up the Matryoshka.Ā
āThere is little to say.ā He idly replied.Ā
You hummed, amused. āShould I take a hint?ā
āNo need,ā he asserted.Ā
Setting down the Matryoshka, his hand found your jaw next as he kissed you. You were responsive; as you always were when he needed you to be, and kissed back with your hand swiftly finding his face to deepen it.
Shuhrat did not feel it was necessary to divulge much about himself with others, and that had left your visit as an opportunity for more than a few of the more curious (and brave) operators to interrogate you. He trusted you not to share what he did not want known, but the conversations themselves quickly became bothersome when delivered in such a friendly manner. Shuhrat felt a bit wired at the thought.Ā
āI hope you donāt shut your teammates up like this,ā you murmured with obvious mirth, shining eyes trained on him.
Shuhrat's thumb ran over your cheek tenderly. āQuiet now.ā He kissed you again.
Maybe Shuhrat did not jump at the opportunity to connect with others, but why would he? Contentment was clearly already well within his hands.
hihi š„¹ can i request iso for the character + gadget interaction thinngg asskkkxbjss i love iso
TY AND I HOPE U R TAKING CARE OF URSELF!
GADGETS/WEAPONS/YOU - ft. Iso
same day shipping? same day shipping. also I THINK zhaoyu is his real name..but if I'm wrong PLEASE correct me. also I think iso acting his age is so cute, let him be 20-odd years old & just hanging out w his partner to be silly
WARNINGS: fluff, guns, reader doesn't know how to shoot a gun (very well), gender neutral reader, he calls you cute
Your heart beat frantically against your ribcageāenough you were certain Zhaoyu could feel your pulse under his fingers or against his chest.
BANG! The semi-automatic revolver fired. The force of the weapon jolted your hand, but no true deviation from form was made due to the steady guide of your loverās hands over yours. You exhaled, heart slowing as the smoke dissipated from the barrel of the gun.Ā
āWas that good?ā You turned to face your entirely-too-qualified instructor with a smile a bit too sweet for having a machine designed for killing in your hands.
āNot bad at all,ā he mused, fingers lingering on the gun hesitantly before he withdrew from you. The weapon felt much heavier and awkward in your hands without his aid.
āYou donāt seem convinced,ā you questioned, less confident.Ā
āI just want to remember this,ā Zhaoyu smiled. He leaned back against the side of the rangeās stall, glancing over to the loose hold you had on the sidearm. āItās not every day I see you with a gun.ā
You felt warmth spread across your face as you turned to look at the pistol in your hands. It hardly looked natural lying flat in your palms, but you supposed that was part of the charm in his view.
Turning back to him, you asked: āYou donāt plan on having me shoot anything bigger, do you?ā The mere thought made you uneasy.
Zhaoyu chuckled, gently taking the gun from your hands, āwhy donāt you focus on hitting the target with this one first?āĀ
āHuh?ā you gaped, looking down the lane. The targetāpristine and unblemished by any hole or dent, stared back. You missed. With a world-renowned fixer as your guide, practically and literally hand-holding you through the process, you missed.
āThat canāt be entirely my fault, right?ā You reasoned, swiveling back to the fixer. He anticipated your movement and gave you a brief but sweet kiss.
āAt least youāre cute.ā He said, ignoring the offended light smack you gave his shoulder.
Regarding your request for asks about a character & their gadget interacting with you.
Could you do a chamber, geko and or tejo?
Just wanted to give you some options if it's only 1 an ask!š
Thank you!
GADGETS/WEAPONS/YOU - ft. Tejo
thank you anon <3 Iāll just do Tejo for now, but ill def keep Gekko and Chamber in mind if I find inspiration!! Stay tuned!
I strongly believe tejo is a romantic deep down, and I needed to explore that IMMEDIATELY w this
WARNINGS: very mildly suggestive, petname "mi cielo" ("my darling", but literally "my heaven" or "my sky"), gender neutral reader
Your delicate hands ran over the smooth metal encasing Tejoās left arm. From where you sat in his lap, itās as if the weapon were yours to aim. The ammunition beneath the yellowed glass seemed to wait patiently for your aim and command. The surface of the bracer was mostly cool to the touch, with the exception of the underside of the gadget where his arm had been resting over your stomach just a few minutes prior.
āWhat are you thinking about, mi cielo?ā your loverās voice rumbled from behind you; his chest pressed warmly against your back as he sat up. The arm in your hands was kept still purposefully, as if he were reluctant to break your focus even in his curiosity. His other, however, moved to your hip and warmly caressed it up and down.
āMore feeling than thinkingā¦ā you admitted. You became very aware of how attentive you had been to the equipment suddenly, and felt a flush of embarrassment. The truth was that you didnāt know why you were so transfixed on it, but there was a slight sensuality to your actions that made you squirm a bit.
You were no complete dummy; you knew Tejoās work was not what most would consider āpleasantā. Still, you were admittedly a slight dummy for how hot it got you to think about the danger he posed to so manyājust to turn around and let you run your hands over him any way youād like as long as you kissed him sweetly at the end.Ā
āShould I be worried?ā He questioned, a playful suspicion in his voice.Ā
āJust donāt make me mad.ā You giggled, letting go of his arm. Leaning back into his broad chest, your hand found his jaw as you craned your neck to face him. Then tenderly, you kissed his jaw. The kiss was rather chaste, a syrupy way to punctuate yourself, and it made Tejo smile.
āIf I make you even half as happy as you make me, that's not a worry.ā
send an ask with a r6s, valorant, or overwatch char and ill write a blurb related to you & their gadget/weapon interactingā¦ think an equivalent to wearing their clothes type of deal š¼
perv (noun) - a person whose sexual behavior is considered strange and unpleasant by most
I tried to challenge myself to write a fluffy thing for Deimos.. didnāt work out as you can see. I offer this blurb
WARNINGS: suggestive but not explicit, gender neutral reader, use of ādarlingā & āsweetheartā, implied age gap, implied power imbalance
Gerald āDeimosā Morrisā age shows. Not in a traditional, physically weakening or mentally mellowing-out kind of wayābut in the way he acts like a creepy old man around you. The type you can find anywhere by simply wearing a low enough cut shirt or short enough shorts.
āDarlinā, if I had more than 2 minutes until this meeting,ā he started, thumb stroking your jaw. āIād tear this little number off of you.ā His other hand tugged on the hem of your shirt for emphasis. From his seat he was looking up at you, standing between his legs. Despite your height over him in this position, you felt no power.
Your stomach turned uneasily at his damning smile and the even more damning implications. But before you could reply, he let go of you and stood. With a pat to your flank and a lean in as you stumbled back, he whispered: āYouād like that wouldnāt you?ā
Okay, so maybe heās worse than your average perv, but thatās only because of and for you. Certainly not his entitlement and ego. How could you say itās his fault his actions were enough for any and all HR-adjacent channels to abandon containing this issue due to the sheer absurdity of it when he suffers so consistently due to your actions?
You were bent at the hip; reaching into some cabinet for god-knows-what when you heard footsteps make their way to and past the door behind you before promptly returning with a low whistle. You craned your neck to properly view the culprit.
āNow thatās a view I donāt mind.ā His broad shoulder met the doorframe, leaning against it like he has all the time in the world.
āExcuse me?ā
āIāll do that and so much more, sweetheart.ā
Many of such things befitting a man half his age, but heāll never deny himself a prize like you.
A KNIGHT PINING FOR YOU - ft. unspecific male knight character
pining (verb) - to yearn intensely and persistently especially for something unattainable
my blog is so sad and empty rn... take this. reader is a noble of some kind & your knight is a littleeee bit opportunistic for your affection. does this count as yandere idk
WARNINGS: suggestive but not explicit, mentions of sex, mentions of violence/death, gender neutral reader, slightly worrying behavior from the knight
A knight that is so torn between what he should be and what he wants to be. Not even the weight of his armor, reminding him of his oaths, can keep his hands from you as the two of you meander your way back to your familyās lands after bandits massacred the rest of your party. He curses them for twisting your face into fear, but he takes the blessing of being alone with you in stride. Without their rusted blades at the throats of the other escorts and the threats spilled from their rotting mouths spurring you to flee, all he would know of you would be the way your back looked as you rode ahead with your closest companions. Even then, he thought of you at night. The way your smooth hands clutched the reins; how they might look bracing your weight over his bare chest. Your voice, how it might sound hushed and sweetened by the poetry you likely learned in your noble upbringing. The kind he'd never cared for, but would if it came from your mouth. All thoughts that he was certain would die with him.
Now, things are different. Of course, heās no brute that would take advantage of you. Just let him help you onto your horse, please. Itās only right that he doesā¦and that his leather-padded fingers linger a moment on your thigh to ensure you are stable. No, no, donāt worry, itās no problem for him to take the place of a servant no matter how many times you insist you arenāt helpless or that youād never expect a warrior to undress you to bathe in one of the many rivers you settle by for a rest. Allow him the peace of mind that comes with ensuring you are not worlds away from the comfort you've known. The way he stares at your bruised ankle after gently taking off your boot is not alarming, and neither is the kiss he presses to the delicate flesh. If you protest, heāll apologize for your sake rather than regret. If you donātā¦well, if it comforted you so, who is he to stop there?
HOW THEY MANHANDLE YOU - ft. Montagne, Blitz, Kapkan
manhandle (verb) - to handle roughly
^ Honestly, despite the title this is lwk not that freaky...imo. I really wanted to add Doc, but I tried to vary the CTUs mentioned and Monty's big ahh takes up so much space in my brain (affectionately). Also, @koshirubies thank you for requesting & giving me the idea for Kapkan's petname choices...that post of urs was magical.
WARNINGS: suggestive but not explicit, mentions of sex, gender neutral reader (but top & bottom positions are discussed briefly), reader has hair long enough to grab in Monty's, lmk if I missed anything
MONTAGNE:
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Protectively & guiding, Gilles mayā¦ not intentionally move you around a bit without notice. His stature is not something heās unaware of, but heās used to looking out for others and he takes immense pride in this desire and instinct to do so in particular with you. So, if you are ever in the wrong place at the wrong timeāwell so is he to help you should you need it. Though, sometimes it comes preemptively.Ā Ā
A cramped train car? This doesnāt even require a full thought, just a big hand moving you along where he can be between you and everything else. Once youāre settled, itās sort of hard to focus on whatever heās chatting to you about quietly when heās steadying himself with one arm conveniently bent to have his bicep in your face when itās coupled with a warm palm on your hip. Maybe enough that you stumble, and Gilles' simple reassuring touch slides from your hip to your stomachākeeping you up. The pressure should be uncomfortable, but as established, Gilles is accustomed to and lives by protecting in his gentle-giant way. So naturally, his hand holding you upright feels less like a seatbelt on a sudden stop and more like being pulled into an embrace. You okay? Heād ask, as if you even had a chance to truly fall, and watch intently for your reply.Ā
True rough handling only occurs with danger or unintentionally. Say you notice the picture frame on the nightstand about to fall from yours & Gillesā enthusiastic activities. Itās only instinct to try to catch something as it falls, even in such a fervor, right? Gilles mustāve been too busy kissing up your spine to your shoulder to notice from behind you, but when you lunge forward he catches onto your movementājust not the intent. The poor guy thought you were slipping off the bed and grabbed what he could to stop youāwhich ended up being your hair. The only thing he feels worse about than how hard he yanked you back is how the sound you made wonāt get out of his head. He probably cusses himself out in hushed Frenchānot before confirming your wellbeing, of course. Please forgive me, Mon amour (You can hear the frown in his voice as he gently caresses the back of your head).
Issues with his type of heavy-handedness? Gilles respects you deeplyā¦and like any of the other operators here would for their significant other, cares a great deal for your safety. The less fortunate side of this is that having seen so much, he canāt help but anticipate and want to be ahead of whatever comes your way. This may come off a bit overbearing. He wants you to grow just as he wants himself to, but it physically pains this guy to think of you suffering even minimally or the thought of anyoneāor worse, you, questioning his capability to protect you. You really just need to nudge him away and heāll get the hint that you donāt need to be scruffed like a kitten when you get a little too close to oncoming traffic.
BLITZ:Ā
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Affectionately & enthusiastically, your space is also somewhat his. Of course, no one in Rainbow gets by being completely oblivious, and certainly not without some superior intellect that allows them to comprehend situations they canāt navigate in a natural manner. So, Elias never goes too far.Ā
You will never worry that a pull or grab is ill-natured from him. However, his easy smiles and excited chatting donāt mean he treats you like glass. What purpose do his exceptional strength and physical dexterity have if not to be used, and more specifically, used to get you both what you want?Ā
No, you donāt need to be picked up to reach a shelf, you could do it yourselfā¦But isnāt it more fun with me? He would laugh, followed by some syrupy nickname.Ā
Honestly, Elias is happy simply to be involved in whatever you do. But, he also is never going to miss the opportunity to have you pinned between him andā¦anything reallyāhow could he resist the feeling of your soft body against his? Especially not with his hands able to conveniently find the skin exposed from under your shirt by your upward reach; or when he can flip you around to face him once you put your bounty on the countertop and sweetly (with that boyish smile) ask for a reward, as if having your hips in his hands and your ass in his face isnāt enough to keep him hard for a week. When he sees you waiting expectantly for him to name his price with a raised brow and dilating eyes, his rough palm finds the column of your neck. His index finger lies over your pulse and his thumb over your throat. With that hold, he pulls you forward into a kiss. Even though heās initiating the contact and clutches such a delicate part of you, heās not dominating the actāeven if he could easily imagine taking such a moment and moving on to something with a bit more hunger in it right away.
Overall, Elias is just waiting for a reason to have his hands on you. When he does, he is not excessively gentle, but not too rough either unless you suggest a particular mood. Heās a man that inspires trust and mutual excitement as he acts on your shared desires with obvious mirth. The same kind that would be expressed if you returned the favor: pull his face to yours or grab his hair to smush his lips to yours and heāll match your energy. So thatās how you want to play it, Schatz?Ā The only downside imaginable here is that you may need to iron out the whens and wheres for Elias. Heās generally intuitive, yes, but he also is crazy about you. Itās not always ideal to be bear-hugged in public or pulled over his thighs late in the night as you try to settle down.
KAPKAN:
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Instinctually & as a sort of intimacy, Maxim finds this kind of touch simply effective at accomplishing a goal and pleasing in both a slightly primitive way and on a deeper conscious level. For the former, itās not that he feels entitled to your space or involving himself in it to accomplish a goalā¦he is just acknowledging the human urge to seek touchāwith the added bonus of getting something done. You arenāt a toy to him, of course, but he doesnāt see the point in resisting interest in you and folding it into his life as often as possible. Why not help himself to palming your chest if you are willing and he wants you nearer? Words work, yes, but youāll come to him once the warmth of his hands spreads. Most of the time though, rough handling happens rather mundanely.
Trying to fix something? He doesnāt hover unless you want him to, but he can pretty easily tell when you become frustrated. He also pretty easily intervenes. There is no ādo it like thisā or āyouāre doing it wrongā. Just simple and easy to accept or decline: do you want help? Any sign of acquiescence and he just picks you up and moves you. Zero fanfare. From there, you can ask if you want instruction or for the problem to be solved without you. Other cases might be along the lines of: want him to join you on the couch? Donāt bother getting up, heāll just lift your head and place it on his lap as he sits. Itās all rather natural to the two of you after a while.Ā
Deep down, Maxim does get off a bit on the heavy-handness. Not for any sadistic reasons mostly, but because you trust him to do so without hurting you and without necessarily communicating a purpose. This kind of interaction is not exactly a common or accepted occurrence between strangers. That show of loyalty and intimacy feeds something within the gray space between right and wrong that just is, in a mind like his that values the former two so much.Ā
Others might find the simplicity bordering on a bit primitive, but how could he not find pleasure in your willingness to accept him and his touch? You two understand each other, and you understand him grabbing your thigh to pull you to straddle him is just human passion with that somewhat untamed edge he saves for you. Why fight everything in his body and mind that tells him to get closer to you even when heās already inside? A rough palm between your shoulders brings you down until your chests meet, hearts beating wildly for each other. This is just another way to communicate the closeness you share that doesnāt require complex words(even if he has plenty of those for you).
Reasonably, the lack of context to his less gentle touches can be jarring. He reads people well, and in most cases catches on and explains himself if you seem a little dazed. Otherwise, an issue might be that heāll resist your own attempts to reciprocate on accident. Years of being on guard never really leaves you, even if you can put it on the back burner in your own home. This might lead to some slightly patronizing coos: Pushing me around now, Š·Š°Š¹ŃŠøŠŗ (zaychik/bunny)? Honestly, it might be your fault for trying to physically maneuver that much man.Ā
