Ashe will play into being above you in power dynamics sometimes for the thrill of it, but she doesn't genuinely believe it. Maybe at first she did, but the longer you're together the more she accepts and acknowledges that you're in an equal partnership.
You get more of a say in what goes on. She still loves to hear you beg to touch her, but it's not as necessary. If you still get on your knees and grovel, it's for sure more than anything.
Sex may not be exciting and new all the time, but Ashe refuses to ever let it feel boring. If she thinks for a second that you're not into it, she'll stop and suggest trying something different.
It takes a while for her to lean into the emotional part of things because when Cassidy left, it really messed her up. She hates to "give him credit" for that, but both of you know exactly how deep those scars run.
When Ashe gets herself a new bike, she christens it by fucking you on it. You wondered what took her so long to pick the bike up and why you had to be the only one around when she got back, no clue what she had planned.
She's got an exhibitionist streak, often teasing you in public just to make you wait until you get home to do something about it. It has to be on her terms though because the one time you tried to tease her around other people, it backfired.
Ashe has a mean streak, but you rarely see it. She knows that you're kind of sensitive, so she tries to keep the degradation to a minimum. She also knows just how much you're willing to do to please her, so she tries not to take advantage of that.
Ashe's praise makes you feel like you're on top of the world. You'd push yourself to your absolute limits to hear her tell you how well you're taking her fingers or strap.
Ashe doesn't care much for using a strap-on until you offer to cock warm her one night. You were terrible at staying still and Ashe got absolutely no work done that she needed to, but she was beyond turned on at the way your pussy leaked all over her.
She will tease you about making a mess, but she loves it. Ashe wants to see you gushing around her fingers and onto her face when she's fucking you. Once you start doing that, she won't feel like she's doing things correctly if you aren't.
Cuddles up to you after sex while simultaneously teasing you about being soft. 9 times out of 10, you're the one who has to drag her out of bed to clean up.
Ashe loves to talk and when she starts working with Talon, phone sex becomes a lot more frequent. She doesn't let you come on those jobs, and it's not just so she can call you and give you orders on how to touch yourself.
Snare AU request because we need to celebrate your love being alive! It's only natural people feel inclined to help people they consider in need so when there's a towerblock of a man missing an arm and beaten up, assuming there's stew left over that's not spilt down reader, I think a sweet thought is that there'd be some compassion leading to having to demand to help him and uncomfortably intimate spoon feeding!
After having gotten over the initial shock of seeing him awake, you quickly usher the stranger back over to your old sofa. He doesn't fight you on it other than a simple raise of his brow, but you're sure that if that mountain of a man didn't want to move - he wouldn't. You pull back once he's seated, nose wrinkling when your hands return covered in chalky debris. He was filthy.
"Stay there." You wiggle a finger at him and grumble sternly, rushing off into your closet to find some fresh towels and an old baggy t-shirt that you used to sleep in.
When you return, he's once again standing up. This time busying himself by looking at the trinkets on your mantlepiece. You drop the towels onto your sofa and cross your arms.
"You shouldn't be standing." You huff, but your voice softens to a gentle whisper just as quickly. "You were in a really bad way when I found you."
His lip quirks, a handsome smile on his face that puzzles you immensely. You wonder if it was a good idea to let this man into your home.
"Forgive me." He speaks, eyes dragging up your body until they meet your eyes. His voice an accented, low timbre that makes your spine straighten in surprise. "This is your home, and I am a guest."
Your couch cushions sink in on themselves and the wooden frame of the sofa creaks like a haunted house when he finally sits back down, but you're satisfied enough to uncross your arms and relax a small bit around him.
"There's...some fresh towels here for you. You can take a shower when you're ready." You pause, eyes lighting up when you thumb the drying stain of stew on your sweater. "But not before you eat. You must be starving."
Akande doesn't get a chance to speak before you're scurrying back off into your kitchenette. He watches in quiet amusement as you flip through your cupboards to find a clean dish, you mustn't have guests around much. Then again, he managed to crawl to your home after falling a great distance, so you must like the privacy.
You intrigue him.
It was a great effort to save him. An even greater effort to provide, whether you knew who he was or not. Would you have still opened your home should you have known who he was, what he'd done?
A lot of people would have left him in the dirt. Let the dust settle over him and get on with their pitiful little lives. But then there's you, returning to his side with a hastily filled bowl of stew.
You, who watches him struggle to eat with one arm. You who catches the bowl just as it fell from its precariously balanced spot on his knee. You who takes the bowl from Akande gently, offering the filled spoon to his mouth with not a hint of pity in your eyes.
He purses his lips, a bitter sense of weakness welling up in his chest. A man once on top, now on rock bottom. He glances to you, your eyes tired and waiting and the smell of homemade food making his stomach lurch. Akande hadn't needed help in such a long, long time. But god, did your cooking smell like heaven.
You bump your knee impatiently against his, dwarfed in comparison to his own, and he wonders if you knew that he could crush your head in one hand. But the gesture is kind, reassuring. A small smile on your face that read deceptively innocent as you raise the spoon again, silently asking him to eat. For you.
And then finally, for once in his life, Akande Ogundimu decides to obey someone else.
Hey hey! I didn't see anything saying if asks were closed so if they are and I'm just blind then very sorry, but if they arent-!
Maybe pretty please a Junkrat and/or Roadhog (poly or seperate whatever you like) x a spidersonalreader?
(Again sorry if asks are closed and I'm blind, idk, and I didn't see spiderverse on your list but idk if this really counts as spiderverse or not bc it's the reader and not the character?? Idk, it's just been infesting my brain, but I can't write for characters from things to save my life to do it myself rip, also sorry for the rambling!!)
OOOOOOOO THIS IS EXCITING! My requests are open, i put it in my bio now smh! I love spiderverse so thank youu for this request~
This ended up being just shy of 3000 words! I hope you like it!!!
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Roadrat x GN! Spiderverse Reader!!
The heavy humidity of the smog filled streets of Kings Row was not helping with the heat of the midday sun beating down on you. You felt like a sausage stuffed into your spandex suit, it was sticking to each of your curves and folds in a way that was less appealing in this weather. You were taken away from your thoughts of a nice, cold shower by a deafening explosion, the knockback shoves you into a random man's office window.
You want to implode.
A scrappy motorbike's raggedy engine accompanies the post explosion symphony in your ears and you manage to tear your eyes away from the man staring back at you. You are met with a less awkward, and perhaps visually overwhelming connundrum instead. You expected some asshole guy to just be going over the speed limit, but not only is there two guys, one of them is on a sidecar, sitting atop a comically large bag of money. He's covered in oil and putting out the fire on the tips of his blonde hair, yelling something to his companion; a huge statue of a man with a mask obscuring his face. You search the depths of your mind, as you swing along behind him them.
That's right, Roadhog and Junkrat.
A frown settled upon your lips. They'd been all over the local vis-radio chatter, criminals all the way from the Australian wastelands. It wasn't like they didn't need the money right? As comical as the amount seemed, it certainly wasn't enough to justify the radiation plaguing their entire country right? You slowed down your pursuit as they started to lose the cops in the chase. You could have just gone on your merry way, no need to get involved in a victimless bank robbery.
Maybe you could just have a talk with them, innocent until proven guilty right? Despite the giant bag of maybe evidence sitting in the sidecar. You had been on their side of a police chase many a time, your intentions never held any weight when they went against whoever's pocket they were in.
Your curiousity got the better of you in the end. What if they had something more insidious in mind?
Finding them was easy with a birds eye view, plus you could hear them from miles away. You observed them from a rooftop in the alley they hid away in. The giant bag was gone, they must've stashed it when they were out of your sight somewhere. The smaller one… Junkrat? He was jumping around as if he was made of electricity, bragging about the haul and how they were set for life. Roadhog hadn't seemed so sure. You assumed that's what he was thinking, through whatever you could personify from an expressionless mask and flat tone. The larger man scanned their surroundings with a tense sort of knowing, probably from years of being on the run. You sighed as sweat dripped from your forehead into your eyes. You resigned from pursuing this literal dead end and have a break, leaving the two to their glory.
You looked around to make sure you were alone and sighed in relief, finally able to take off your mask. You squinted at the glaring sun as you wiped your forehead and ran your fingers through your damp hair. It was way too hot to be swinging around in a spandex suit. You grunted as you began to stretch, hearing your joints pop back into place. As you were in the process of slipping your mask back on, you felt a sense of relief from the heat, a refreshing ring of coolness wrapped around your waist and stomach-
Like a fish on a hook, you were pulled away from your thoughts of home and cold showers.
Warm giant hands practically engulfed where the cool metal had grasped. Your cheeks flushed brightly as you tried to piece together why you were stomach to stomach with a gigantic man.
"Got 'em," The deep rumbling of his voice made your spine tingle.
Your mask remained shittily perched on your head as the two criminals looked at you with wary eyes.
"Hi?" You managed with an awkward wave, feeling like a fawning prey as your anonymity was plucked off your head by scrawny fingers.
"Well ain't you a treat? What'cha want huh? Not nice to be spyin' on people all sneaky like." Junkrat's face was much too close to yours.
You couldn't stop your stomach from jolting, he was flooding your senses with the smell of gunpowder and sweat, oil and… A hint of sweet tea?
"Well it isn't every day that King's Row gets blown to pieces. Figured it was worth checking it out, what with it being my job and all. You two are the talk of the town around here, you know?"
"Well I ain't buying it! And I don't think Roadie here is either, ain't that right, Hoggie? If you're after our score, you're in for a bad time. Surprised he ain't cracked you in half already."
A hum rumbled through the man that could squeeze the life out of you at any moment, sending hot air down the back of your neck, it sent a shiver down your spine. You didn't like how much you didn't mind being stuck between these two. Maybe you needed to go home and take that cold shower after all. You nibbled on your lip anxiously.
"Well… Truth is I was just curious…" You admitted sheepishly. "This place has been pretty quiet for a while since Overwatch came around, so I just wanted to have a look."
That was barely an excuse, you've been on a downward spiral for a while now. On most days the cops were after you, even if you had just spent the day patrolling. You could have brought in as many criminals as you liked, worked all day and night, none of it mattered. To them you were the same as any brute you captured. Rotten and dangerous.
A sort of hysterical laughter wracked Junkrat's body. Behind you, Roadhog gave his own little chuff of amusement. Anyone would have thought you were some sort of comedian the way these two were acting.
"Well if yer interested in us, why don't'cha stick around? Reckon we can give you something to look at."
Junkrat's eyes were alight with mischief and you did a shitty job of pretending you might have something else to do. You wanted more. More than this responsibility that weighed heavy on your shoulders each day, sick of following every rule to a T to have it all thrown back in your face.
Maybe it was finally time to give it up, you had been trying to make a dent in this town for years for nothing. Now there's two questionable individuals with a pile of money that hadn't killed you yet, somehow showing more of an interest in you than anyone ever had.
"Why not? If you smoosh me into tiny pieces those assholes will just have a parade anyway-"
"Jeez, you're a miserable little fucker ain't ya." Junkrat snorted. "The big lug is prolly feelin' hungry right about now, why don't we keep ya for dessert ay? Know about anywhere we can grab a bite?"
"There's a bar the cops don't go near a few miles from here. Figured that's why they stopped chasin' you anyway." You relax a little into Roadhog's firm grip.
"We'll hold ya hostage til we figure out what to do with ya then." Junkrat said as he clambered into his sidecar.
You were about to voice your concerns with showing up to the biker bar full of people you have most likely turned in once or twice, but the mask was already off, there was no point keeping it a secret from these two anyway. You were suddenly lifted off the ground and plopped on top of the spindly man in the sidecar. His arms wrapping around you like they were always meant to find their way there.
"Watch it Hoggie! Could've hurt em with my launcher," Junkrat grumbled, moving you in his lap in such a way to avoid bumpin' incendiaries on your way. Respectful, but you really wouldn't have minded.
Roadhog chuffed out a laugh before gently ruffling your hair making your face heat up even more. His large form sat on the bike weighing it down and making the old thing creak.
"Hold on," the gruff voice that came from the mask made your stomach do all sorts of gymnastics.
"To what?"
You squeaked and the two criminals simply laughed as the speed smooshed you further into Junkrat's embrace.
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You pulled down the thin and holey material over your midriff, covering the very recognisable suit beneath, just barely though.
"Uh i appreciate you being understanding about the hidden identity thing but… You got anything less holey?" You asked the reflection of the lanky man in the mirror.
Junkrat gave you a beaming smile, showing off his toothgap.
"That's the least holey thing I've got! Lucky it ain't sunday, eh?" he cackled making you shake your head.
You adjusted yourself in the cracked mirror of this backalley motel. Junkrat's clothes weren't a perfect fit, a little tight in some places, but he was tall enough that it went over your chest at least. Besides, they smelt really nice.
"What are your names anyway? Can't imagine its the ones on the posters," your eyes flicked to look at them in the mirror as you tried to make something of your damp hair, you did not want to think back to the roach that accompanied you in the shower. Or about how Junkrat befriended it once it skittered onto the main carpet.
They glanced at eachother, and Roadhog shook his head, met with Junkrat whisper debating him until you interrupted them. You gave them your name. That day was the push you needed to get out of the rut you were in, and after this, there was no going back.
"Better than you blowing my cover by calling me spidey or something," you teased, turning to them with a soft smile.
The two men regarded you for a moment, as if you were some sort of alien.
"Mako."
The gruff statement broke the silence, and Junkrat looked like a kid on Christmas.
"I knew ya liked 'em Roadie! I saw that twinkle in yer goggles!" Junkrat swung his arm around Mako with a beaming grin. "I can't believe it! He didn't tell me his name for years! I'm Jamison, Jamie, James, Jam, whatever ya like!"
His little excited rant was emphasised by him bounding to you and shaking your hand. He shook it playfully making sure your entire arm was put into it. You couldn't help but giggle at his shennanigans as you played along. It was strange how familiar and comfy these guys were with you. You were used to keeping people at a distance, lest they discover the fact a spider bit you and made you into a weird vigilante. As far as you could tell from the chatter on your way to the motel, the two of them were in the same boat, just exchange the spider bite for regular radiation. This easy dynamic you have fallen into in such a short time felt unreal, they saw you from the get go and… It was a relief.
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Your spidey sense was going haywire as you parked outside the bar. It had you on edge, looking around at the patrons mingling outside. You had arrested a few of them and they weren't the smartest lot so you chalked your sense up to that. It's not like they'd recognise you in civillian clothes. You hopped off Jamison's lap and offered him a hand out of the sidecar, which he took quite theatrically. The three of you were a very odd bunch, two giant men towering above you like they were your shadows as you made your way in. You felt relieved at scoring the corner booth at the back, you could have a good view of everyone this way.
"Right I'll get on to ordering drinks, whatcha want?"
Junkrat stayed standing but you waved him off.
"No need, they have a little screen, here,"
You pulled Jamison back into the booth next to you, making you squish into Mako's side. Jamison ended up going for a fruity beverage, Mako a beer and you ordered your usual. You felt around your chest area under your shirt, pressing the little spider embellishment. Your credit card fell into your hand and you got a little tingle in your brain from the twinkle noise of tap to pay.
"Whatcha doing now?"
"Oh, I just paid."
"You ain't gotta-"
"You can get them next time. It's my treat today," you said it so nonchalantly, with so much confidence as if you knew you'd see them again.
As if they would never change their minds and decide you were too much of a risk and get rid of you in a ditch or something.
Silence settled amongst the three of you after a few drinks, you were kicking yourself for assuming you'd ever even see them again. It's wasn't even guaranteed you'd make it to end of the night let alone-
Your simmering spidey senses suddenly spiked and you flipped your table. The drinks clattering and spilling on the floor as a knife splintered through the surface.
"Lookie! We got ourselves a rumble!"
Jamison sounded ecstatic as you peeked over the flipped table, the whole bar was suddenly up in arms. You groaned, sinking behind the wood. Mako patted your head and Jamison gave you a cheeky grin.
"Leave this to us, treat. We'll show you why we ain't ever been caught."
You reluctantly agreed to stay out of it, after all, your mask was back at their motel. Another mistake to add to your growing list today. The bar came alight with shrapnel, explosions and maniacal cackling drowned out the gushing. You were safe behind what was left of the table with a perfect view of your new chaotic companions. Jamison couldn't stop his ecstatic giggles as he shot bomb after bomb at the crowd, the fight seemed to have carried on into the courtyard. Roadhog was shooting without missing and somehow neither of them were getting hit. Even as gunfire rained down like a storm, they stood tall and sturdy. Bullets richocheted off bullets and bombs blew them up before they could get close to you.
The kind of sychronity they worked in was crazy, a sort of macabre dance of shrapnel and gunpowder. Your heart lurched a bit. They were not only protecting themselves, but each other, and you. No one had ever protected you. You always had to fend for yourself, never allowed a break, never allowed to be rescued. Especially not after that spider bit you as a teen. It was misery.
Your spidey sense zapped you back to your senses, a weaselly man found a blind spot and was trying to sneak his way close to Jamison. Before you could think twice, you jumped into action. Scooping Jamie up into one of your arms and punching the guy with your free hand. The man stumbled and Jamison adjusted to shooting bombs in your arms with flushed cheeks and his signature grin. The guy went to hit you and was batted away like a fly in the way of a swatter. Mako grabbed your arm dragging you through the wreckage that was the bar, hands covered your eyes.
"Ain't pretty, don't look."
Something twinged in your stomach as the scent of blood and smoke filled your sense. You should really take them in, that was the right thing to do… It was so quiet, surely no one was going to make it out of there. The line between what was right and justice itself had become worse than blurry since Overwatch's return.
Wind whistled in your ears and the hand moved off your eyes. The one on your arm stayed. You should be angry, you should be sad and sick and and…
"You okay Mako?"
Mako's grip on you loosened and he nodded.
"You?"
You nodded too and placed Jamison on the ground.
"Did you see 'em out there? Swept me off my feet like a pretty princess!" The blonde cackled with childish glee and you couldn't help but feel the slightest bit lighter.
"Anytime, Jamie."
The nickname easily fell off your tongue with a half hearted chuckle and Junkrat froze up, his ears turning red. The two looked at you as if seeing you for the first time, making you feel awkward and squirm under their gaze.
"I thought you said it was okay to ca-"
Teeth clashed into yours, suddenly you were drowning in a messy, needy kiss. Mako's hand on your arm kept you steady as Jamison practically threw himself into you. Your eyes widened in surprise and you didn't quite know what to do with yourself, you felt more buzzed from that than the drinks from earlier.
So they weren't perfect… One could even say they were the furthest thing from heroes… But didn't Overwatch kill people and wreak havoc?
Jamison's gentle whines pulled you out of your internal struggle. You slowly gave into temptation, responding to his needy kisses and tangling your hands in his hair.
You felt appreciated, wanted and… Seen. With great power came great responsibility, but… It's also your right as a person to make your own destiny right?
From that day on the three of you were tangled together like a forgotten fishing net drifting in the waves. Lines of justice and love tangling together in a messy web you trapped yourself in. You never wanted to escape.
OVERWATCH COMMUNITY WE NEED MORE SMUTTY OW FICS‼️ like i wish i could get a free shion x domina x junker queen x reader fic thats at least 2.5k wordsssssss👀👀👀👀👀👀 Maybe get a dom!Hog x sub!reader or soft dom!sym x reader fic onna side👀👀👀👀🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
Hi! ✨️ I’d love to request a fic featuring a jealous Ashe x Fem Reader.
I was thinking that Ashe could see the Reader with Cassidy while he’s openly flirting with her; Ashe then furiously drags her away from there and shows the Reader that she only needs *her*
i’ve been reading junkrat fanfiction for 3 hours, i’ve never played overwatch.. i didn’t even know he had a real name until now!?!?? i need to be put down
Cole Cassidy was going to be a dead man. He seemed to understand loud and clear what their last fight meant, just not in regards to you. Ashe had seen him with all the locals hanging around him, practically swooning as he lit their cigarettes and leaned in close. There had been a time when he had done that sort of thing for you under Ashe's supervision, with her permission. Now that things were momentarily over between them, Cole didn't seem to understand that he had lost any access to you Ashe had been allowing him.
She didn't own you, so you could talk to him all you wanted, but even you knew when he leaned in close how dangerous things were getting. Ashe absolutely was the jealous type. You were her girl, and she was beyond green with jealousy as she watched him lean in to whisper something in your ear. It was like he didn't see her staring holes into the side of his head, either that or he simply didn't care anymore.
"Enough of this shit," Ashe grumbled as she stomped her way over to the two of you. He sat far too close for Ashe's comfort, and you brushed against him when she tugged you away. "Keep your dirty fucking hands to yourself or I'll put a bullet between those pretty brown eyes."
It wasn't a threat, but a warning. Whispers started almost immediately, and Cole sat there awkwardly with a room full of eyes on him now. He knew they were calling him stupid, but you had that affect on people. Even now as Ashe dragged you upstairs, you knew she wasn't acting with any rational thought. Every bit of rational thought went out the window when she thought he was going to kiss you.
The thought crept back into her head, and Ashe pressed forward with a rough kiss of her own. There was nothing sweet or loving about it. She was trying to distract you. Ashe wanted to chase every stray thought about Cole Cassidy out of your brain. She had to be the only one on your mind, and Ashe knew the perfect way to do just that.
"Ashe!" you squeaked as she yanked at your jean shorts. Ashe looked up at you from between your legs without a hint of remorse. You realized then and there how lucky you were that those shorts were still in tact. Ashe would shred every piece of your clothing to get to you if she was in the right sort of mood. "Talk to me."
"You did enough talking with that fucker out there. I think we're past talking honey, and trust me, you don't want to push it," Ashe told you. A surge of nerves rushed forward at the thought of Ashe being mad at you, but it all went away when you felt her mouth on your cunt. Her tongue teased you through the thin fabric of your underwear, something silky she had bought for you and miraculously not torn yet.
You knew it was only a matter of time before she ripped them. She loved the way fancy fabrics looked torn and tattered on your body. It was even sweeter for her when you were equally as ruined. She could push you to your very limits on a whim and often did, which was why her sudden hesitation sparked a bit of concern. The usual firm pressure that came with her mouth just simply wasn't there. When you glanced down to check on her, you could see something almost scared in Ashe's eyes.
"He's a filthy dog. You're the one I want, Elizabeth." It was rare for her to hear her own name, but that was how Ashe knew you meant it. She swallowed back her insecurity and pushed ahead like she had been before. Your thighs were thrown over her shoulders as Ashe pushed on to spread the wet spot in your underwear. It had been nearly imperceptible, but Ashe was tuned into everything that had to do with you.
"He is a dog," Ashe muttered as she pulled her face back. She wanted you to hear everything she had to say about Cole Cassidy. He was nothing good, not when he had gone and broken her heart. You knew she was hurting, and this was the least you could do to help her. Ashe wouldn't outright praise you for the bare minimum, not when you were reaping the rewards of her heartbreak like this.
Her hands stayed by your hips to hold you steady against the wall. Your feet weren't touching the ground, not that you'd be able to hold your own weight. Your thighs trembled before she managed to tear through your underwear in a particularly violent fashion with her teeth. Always one for theatrics, Ashe grunted and growled like a wild animal as she ripped through the thin fabric and then dove right back into your cunt without the flimsy barrier.
You were soaked, always more than ready to make a mess for her, and Ashe wore it proudly. She was on the verge of making more noise than you as she ate you out. Everything was exaggerated, as if she hoped someone would hear despite the distance she put between the two of you and the rest of the gang. If you were comfortable with it, Ashe would have put you on a stage just to show Cassidy how you liked to be fucked. She wanted him to feel inferior, and when you gushed into her mouth and down her chin, Ashe knew she had done it. She had watched him fuck you enough times to know he couldn't get that much of a reaction.
"So fucking easy for me. That's my girl." Ashe eased you down onto the floor with her, despite the multiple options for the two of you to rest all around the room. You didn't complain though, not that you would have had the energy to anyway. "I'm gonna have to change my clothes, you made a mess on me."
"Good, then you can come shower with me. I don't know if my legs are ever going to work again," you whined. Ashe laughed at that, not that she'd have any issues finding a way to move you around. The thought of Bob carrying you around slipped into her head, only making her laugh even harder.
"We'll manage, but I'll give you a minute before we start the dramatics," Ashe told you. She let you rest against her body and waited for you to push yourself into a sitting position before she made any attempt towards the bathroom. Ashe joined you in the shower, and if you noticed how much clingier than normal she was, you didn't mention it.
