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Brigitte is quite taken with her shy young assistant, despite her initial protests to Reinhardt. As the days and weeks pass working together. She's increasingly turned on by their adorable shyness and constant politeness. It makes it even more cute that their so clumsy. After they almost break their foot after accidentally dropping one of Reinhardt's pauldrons on it, she realizes that she is the only one who can protect them. They need her, their shining knight, even if they don't know it.
Brigitte has always been kind to you. She notices when youâre struggling with something, she jumps in to help you, sheâs always offering you helpful advice with an earnest face and an even more earnest smile; you certainly wouldnât say you had a crush on her, but . . . Well. Itâs nice. You canât help but be a bit intimidated by her - sheâs so pretty, and tall, and kind to you and strong-- perhaps, then, youâve developed a bit of a hero worship thing. You sometimes drop things when she looks at you, awkward and fumbling, wanting to impress her but also not wanting to stand out too much just in case she realises that perhaps youâre not as good of an assistant as sheâd want.Â
You donât know that Reinhardt has noticed the way Brigitte treats you. Sheâs always been friendly and hearty with new people, but heâs seen that she treats you just a little bit differently. Her eyes track you around the room more keenly than they track other people. When she slaps you on the back when sheâs telling a joke, her hand lingers just a little too long on the curve of your spine. When you wipe your brow at the workbench, Brigitteâs mouth parts just so as she watches the way your body moves and your chest heaves when you sigh in relief.Â
She thinks that your stuttering is adorable. The way that - no matter how many times she corrects you - you still try and avoid being so familiar as to use her first name. She knows, by now, that youâre not the ideal assistant; you drop things too much and you get the tools mixed up and you work yourself up into a lather about things. But by now, sheâs too far gone in imagining all of the things sheâd like to do to you. How much sheâd like to hear your little stutters and stammers devolve into moaning and whimpering. How much sheâd like to make that cast of worry constantly over your eyes dissipate with her mouth and fingers. How much sheâd like to make you lose that veneer of politeness to moan out her name--
Your near-miss with Reinhardtâs pauldrons is the thing that tips her over the edge. She imagines what might have happened if she hadnât been around to save you; the crunch of bone, the limp youâd have surely had for the rest of your life, the awful things people might have taken advantage of if youâd had that injury looming over you - she decides, then and there, that enough is enough. The outside world is too dangerous for you. Youâre small and delicate and must be protected; she has to keep your skin unmarked, your hands soft from lack of toil, your eyes trusting and pretty and lovely. She keeps you in the workshop long after Reinhardt has gone home, fussing over you and checking for things that you donât think youâre in any danger of developing. And when you do try and make your way home, and get out of the workshop, Brigitte is very forceful in saying that perhaps you shouldnât travel tonight. Perhaps you should stay with her. Her home is not far from the workshop, and it will save you the hardship of travel, and she does so get lonely.
Brigitte is deaf to your protestations, after youâve been locked in your fairy tale tower. This is safer for you. This is better for you. You might not see it now - but in time, youâll realise that this is all for your own good.
Was feeling a noncon Reaper mood tonight so I wrote out a drabble thatâs been in my head for a long time. Warnings for noncon, impreg, medical, bondage, choking, voyeurism, and scientific experimentation.
Also tagging @oglewatch in this one because theyâre the one I bounced this idea off of many months ago.
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âGo ahead and go again, Gabriel.â The voice was deep and smooth, with a slight Gaelic lilt. âYour refractory period should be over.â
âPlease,â you begged, tears streaking down the sides of your head and into your hair. âNo more tonight âŠâ
âNow, now,â the cold, analytical voice tutted from behind a computer monitor. âYouâve got two more rounds for this session, you know that. Weâve got to ensure maximum saturation to achieve the desired effect. Youâre at the peak of your fertility for this cycle and we canât take any chances. This booster should have produced the most viscous semen Iâm testing tonight.â
The dark, smoky shape above you leaned in. Sharp claws gripped your thighs, slightly pricking your flesh. You sobbed as you felt the Reaperâs hardness press against your swollen entrance once again.
âWhenever youâre ready to begin, Gabriel,â Dr. OâDeorain confirmed, watching the sensor data on her screen.
An agonized sigh escaped your lips as he entered you, his previous seed oozing out around him. You closed your eyes, struggling against the restraints that kept your hands firm against the table by your head and your knees pressed into your chest.
But you couldnât block out the nightmare as the monster who was once a man released one of your thighs and clasped your chin. âLook at me,â he commanded, beginning to move inside you at a brutal pace. Whimpering, you obeyed.
Moira licked her lips and activated the next sequence from her computer. You gasped as hormones flooded your body, forcing it to lubricate itself and making heat bloom between your legs. It wasnât necessary to achieve the geneticistâs ultimate goal at this point in the session, so you suspected she only continued to inject you for her own amusement.
The Reaper growled above you, already nearing his release. He lowered his claws from your chin to your throat and began to squeeze. âYouâre going to cum whether you want to or not,â he demanded. âBe grateful for what I give you.â
More tears leaked down your face as you struggled to breathe. This wasnât fair, that you had become an unwilling participant in Dr. OâDeorainâs study of Reyesâs seemingly undead genetics. That you had been deemed, of all her Oasis interns, the most compatible with him. That you had been drugged and whisked off to a secret base and locked in a cell for three weeks at a time. That the fourth week of every month you were strapped to this table to be bruised, beaten, and broken by the monster whose hand currently held your very life.
Not because he wanted a child. This was nothing more than stress relief to him. You were only here because Dr. OâDeorain wanted to see if it was still possible for him to procreate.
With a shudder, your body relinquished control and waves of involuntary pleasure washed over you as your vision grew dim and cloudy. Seeing you defeated, the Reaper grabbed at your hips and thrust in earnest, finishing himself off quickly inside you.
âWhat do you say?â he growled in your face, panting.
âTh-thank you.â You swallowed, clearing your throat and speaking up. âThank you, sir, for giving me your seed.â
âAnd?â
âAnd for letting me cum.â
There was a sickening squelch as he pulled out, finally releasing you from his grip.
You shivered as you remembered there was still one more round to go.
âWell done, Gabriel,â murmured Moira from her station. âGo ahead and drink the last booster. It should make your last batch of spermatozoa for the night live the longest post-ejaculation âŠâ
lia-loki replied to your post âalso - storm rising really disappointing, huh? â
yeah... after retribution which so far seems to be the best one, storm rising just felt very lack luster to me, it's a short escort mission that feels like its too easy, with very little interesting dialogue (to me at least), tbh the cut scenes were probably the best part The Blackwatch team just bounced off each other better, possibly because it was them bickering and its entertaining, but still.. I was hoping for more from the gameplay :\
i like retribution the most and i find uprising the most challenging, but storm rising was just . . . in the middle. there doesnât feel like we got anything new from it either in terms of lore or interaction or even in gameplay (imo the âdramatic face revealâ doesnât work if you have absolutely no idea who somebody is). idk it just feels disappointing, especially compared to how good retribution is and how much replay value it has for me?Â
Hey, sorry that this happened to your blog :( I really enjoy your writing, so if you do decide to make a new one Iâm sure many of us will follow you on your decision!! Youâre one of my two favourite writers on tumblr, and itâs awful to see you have to go through all this!!
thatâs so nice of u anon!!! iâm sorry iâm not particularly prolific, it sucks because my brain is WRITING ovw scenarios all of the time, but when it comes down to putting them on paper i get sad that it wonât be as easy to share them and it just kind of puts a dampener on my steam!Â
you can probably just appeal to tumblr to get uncensored rather than moving blogs. It worked for darkdrabblings, strikecommandher, and strikecommanding.
Anonymous said to oglewatch:have you tried appealing to tumblr yet?Anonymous said to oglewatch:Have you been able to appeal it at all?? a few blogs have recently gotten unmarked and restored through that
tumblr REGULARLY ignores my emails but iâll give it One More Try!!!Â
my other writing blog was taken down entirely during the purge and i have sent roughly 30 emails to tumblr, none of which have even been replied to because this website doesnât work i guess?Â
but also bless u all for still being here even though i post roughly once an eclipse
iâve been wondering if maybe it would be better to move to a different blog that HAS NOT been marked as explicit tbh? the cone is Demoralising i feel like a badly behaved puppy but also:
1) it sucks that thereâs no way to search tags/read rules/have pages etc
2) i canât even put rules into my ask header or anything
this blog is actually a sideblog because iâm dumb but the main blog itâs attached to is NOT marked as explicit and iâd get to keep everyone iâm following on the account and stuff
idk would you guys like to see me actually u know. write stuff again? is it easier for you to send messages and engage w/ a non explicit blog?Â
iâd be able to actually interact with u guys and follow back which would be nice? i still love overwatch and my other writing blog i donât really get to Go Ham on but logging in and seeing nobody around and also SHAME CONE has sucked a lot
Gosh I'm so sorry abt your blog being marked as explicit and getting nerfed. Tumblr staff didn't really think this through, considering the massive banhammer hasn't done anything to solve the bot problem and Recaptcha would literally just have solved it :(
ahh anon sometimes this is just How It Be and honestly it sucks but at least this blog is still here underneath layers of everything!Â
All because my last Moira one got saw I will ask you to write about how Moira had her eye stuck on a certain some in overwatch but when they shut down she thought she lost them forever, but two years later they are seen in with the new talon recruites. What would she do in this scenario? Thanks for seeing this- That_moria_annon
Moira doesnât let go easily, but that doesnât mean sheâs not a professional. She buries her feelings about you as deep back in her mind as she can and she throws herself into her work with Talon; sure, sometimes the thought of your voice or your smile or any other number of things float into her mind, but sheâs quick to put herself back on the right track. When youâre in the kind of business she is, itâs not too hard to find other things to concentrate on. She curses herself, sometimes, for not making her move quicker; she could have had you before then. She could have taken you away with her. She could have saved you.Â
Or. Well. She could have âsavedâ you.Â
She doesnât give herself away that easily when she sees you among the faces of new Talon recruits. She doesnât double-take or anything so louche, although sheâs longing to; she just looks into the medical files. It could be that youâre a twin, that youâre related, that youâre just eerily similar - she did all of this when you were an Overwatch recruit too, and she knows itâs almost impossible, but she owes it to herself to do her due diligence.Â
When it does turn out to be you, though, the cogs in Moiraâs mind start turning. There are very few things Talon denies her; sheâs far too important to them for that. And when she requests a test subject who just so happens to fit your specifications - well, they donât tell you that youâre to be a human guinea pig, but you canât help but be nervous when youâre directed to the medical facilities. Youâve heard tell of the experiments Talon do. There are whispers among your squadmates and the other new recruits, and they grin when you leave as if theyâre not expecting you to come back--
You donât come back, after stepping into Moiraâs lab. But not for the reason they all think.Â
My wife is a mtf trans and she is pretty upset about 76 mainly because she can no longer lust after him without being labeled negatively due to being female identified. I didn't see any confirmation on 76 being strictly gay, so I'm going keep him in the Bi spectrum unless stated.
iâm sorry about your wife anon :cÂ
my modus operandi is âbi until proven otherwiseâ and i was ready to die on that hill (iâve seen people in the past been accused of homophobia over characters for which it hadnât been explicitly stated whether they were gay or bisexual), but michael chu confirmed jack was gay on twitter a little while after bastet was released.Â
pls do not delete them !! :( i'm a gay dude and i see this as such a non-issue like i understand if you don't wanna write any more but plz don't take it away <33
for the moment, i donât think iâll be deleting them! honestly i was hoping heâd be confirmed bi because us bis get very little representation and it would be nice to not have a character âpick a sideâ, but representation is still representation!!!
As a gay male fan of yours will you be writing soldier with a male reader?
oh yeah absolutely!!!! male and gender neutral are absolutely fine, i just donât feel comfy writing him with a fem-identifying reader! i donât write as much amab/trans man/male-identifying stuff because i donât get as many requests for them and my overwatch inspiration in particular has been spotty recently, but iâm happy to do it (although keep in mind i am afab nb/genderfluid so i always take a little longer to write specifically nsfw stuff because i overanalyse it bc obviously itâs not my personal experience!!)Â
anyway i will not be writing 76 with fem!readers anymore, if or when i actually get around to writing regularly! 76 reader-inserts were actually the thing that got me into overwatch as a whole but i still have plenty of Thoughts re: other characters and am very glad for more lgbtq representation
now confirm moira is gay pls blizzardÂ
eta: iâm not taking down my other fics, i donât think. i just wonât be writing any more of them. i might decide to delete them in the future but for now they stay
Amelie has an oubliette in the basement of her chateau. She uses the threat of it to keep her s/o under control.
non-con below the cut, afab reader/fem pronouns!
You feel her draw the pointed edge of her nail across your throat and the noise bubbles up out of you before you can stop it; a frightened whimper that makes her pause. When she speaks, her voice is dripping with soft condescension that chills you to the bone.
âOh,â she breathes, her voice deep and lovely despite what you know about her. All of the horrific things in the world she does to you cannot make you think of any part of her as ugly. âOh, cherie. You should know better than that, hmm?â
She pauses, and her thumb moves, dragging along your jawline and then against the pillow of your lower lip. You tremble beneath the deceptively gentle touch.
And then her other hand moves, to your neck, across the line of your collarbones. Youâre trembling as she slides her cold fingers (sheâs always so cold, you donât understand how sheâs even alive--) lower, and lower, and she gives one of your breasts a gentle squeeze as you tremble and shiver on her bed.
Youâre lucky, you remind yourself. Lucky to be on her bed. Lucky to be in this room, hung with opulence and luxury. Lucky not to be down there.
Not again.
âI-Iâm sorry--â You whisper out, your voice cracking and broken. She treats you well, when you donât misbehave, but for the gentle treatment she expects absolute obedience. You know she can be cruel. Youâve had first hand experience of just how far sheâs willing to push you.
âYou should be,â she says, a note of warning. She pinches your nipple between thumb and forefinger and your back arches again, a hiss falling from gritted teeth, and she tuts lowly. The hand still resting against your face moves, stroking with false gentleness over your hair.
âOh, cocotte,â she says, disappointment dripping from her every syllable. You freeze. âYou know what happens to bad girls, donât you?â
âI wonât be, I promise, please--â comes bubbling out of you. Pleas for her to not do that to you, not again.
âBe a good girl, then, oui?â She whispers, and her head comes against your neck. No breath, no matter how cool, tickles the sensitive skin there. Fingers slide down your stomach, across old scars and old wounds and old bruises, and you bite back the gasp as those same cool fingers slide between your thighs to rub along your folds.
Youâre not slick, not yet, but she always knows what sheâs doing.
You do not make a sound, as thoughts of the chamber far beneath the chateau come rising up to the forefront of your brain. You canât help but think of Amelieâs riding crop, of the chains, of the cold stone and the darkness and Amelieâs heels clicking as she walks over to you and asks, saccharine sweet, if youâve learnt your lesson yet.
Her fingers are practised, and your body gives out quickly, slick coating the fingers she toys with. You spread your thighs wider when she says your name, soft and sibilant like a hiss, into your ear, and she makes a pleased little noise.
Your clit is rolled and toyed with, even as she leans in and bites into your earlobe and you almost lose your balance on the bed, only barely staying on your knees. Sheâll use the fall as punishment, even if itâs her fault--
Sheâll tell you youâre bad-mannered, tell you youâre a bad girl, that she needs to teach you humility and deference and to know your place. Youâd thought her lovely and elegant, however frightening, once.
She wrings your orgasm from you and your mouth opens to cry out at the short, sharp ripples through your body. You have learnt to equate her pleasure and pain; slick is dripping down your thighs, even though you hate yourself for it.
âSo close,â Amelie murmurs, sliding her fingers from the cleft between your thighs. She scissors them apart and you do not even have it in you to feel shame at the glimmering wetness spiderweb trails dripping from her fingers. She brings them to her mouth, tasting you on her, and a shiver wracks through your body as you meet her eyes with fear writ plain in your own. âAh well, miel. Youâre lucky youâre so sweet.â The fingers not in her mouth tighten, wrenching you back as she takes handfuls of your hair. She is so casual with her violence; even the wrench is graceful like the movement of a dancer. âI do this because I care,â she murmurs, voice soft in the bedroom. Sheâs going to send you there again.
Cold floors, her fingers, the chains and the stone and the dark and pain and pleasure so intense you canât tell the difference between the two.
âThe oubliette will assist in making you perfect, cherie. Like I know you can be.â
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