Overwatch – Reaper & Mercy [M][F][nc][reluct]

“Get on the goddamn the payload!” Reaper shouted as his team scattered. “Hijos de sus chingada madres!”

It was bad enough they were able to push past the first bridge, but for nearly all of them to be scared of a guy that shoots arrows was stupid. Who brings arrows to a gun fight? He looks over to the half-man/half-cyborg mercenary with the stupidly large metal fist and shakes his head. Reaper was barely able to survive the surprise onslaught by shadow-stepping across the town of Rialto to heal and gather his thoughts.

Sombra had betrayed him and sold them out to the Overwatch group about their next targets. Now, his old commander, Morrison and his group of misfits pushed against them. Reaper had to wait for his team to gather at the rendezvous point before he was able to move and give proper orders.

After a brief moment, they meet and he orders Junkrat and Roadhog to do what they do best and cause property damage while Moira supports them along the way. Doomfist will flank, catching anyone trying to run.

“Widow! Watch their back,” He tells the only competent one in the team. “I’m going after their healer.”

Cosplaying [F] [blkmail] [oral] [reluc]

Nikki looks out to the sea of people as they push their way between the tables. So many of them just happy with their lives and doing what they love doing. She sees the collectibles and the joyful conversations and the heated debates; she used to love doing these things as well. Dressing as her favorite character and meeting those that loved that character just as much as she did, taking pictures and sitting in auditoriums just to listen to creators talk. She loved it…

Now, she wasn’t sure about going out dressed as she was; a short purple dress that barely covered the blue and white striped thong that dug into her freshly waxed cunt. The long blue wig that held tight against her head and pulled on her natural blonde hair. Elbow-length gloves, Knee-high purple stockings and red pumps…well those were at least comfortable. She knew many girls that dressed very revealing in their costumes, but it was their choice; this was not hers. It felt like one bad move and the tight thong would either rip or just get swallowed in between her lips, and neither was the optimal choice.

Sleepover [f][m][mast]

Nightfall came quickly on that December eve and Danni and her cousins retreated for the night. Never would she have thought that three of them would have fit on a full sized bed, but there they were, snuggled close together. The only three female cousins of the family lay on the bed while the male cousins spread across the floor. It was gallant of them to offer up the bed, she thought; though that meant that any late night passages to the bathroom would be rather difficult to traverse. This was compounded by the fact that one of their cousins invited his friend, Jon.

Being raised with older ideologies meant that the girls were rather shy around him. So they quickly changed and all cuddled under the warm blanket and tried to sleep. After about an hour, Danni lie on the bed, still awake, anxious for tomorrow. This was her first time coming to the old family lodge and she had dreamt of skiing down the porcelain sheets of snow since she was small. What she hadn’t anticipated was the cold. The frigid air was relentless and the ice, unforgiving. She knew that she would have dress warm tomorrow.

I’m your obedient home slut (xpost /r/dirtywritingprompts) [MMMMMFF][Mdom][Fdom][exh][bd]

“Slut!” a strong male voice calls out to you as the back door closes. His voice always sends a shiver down your spine and you can’t help but get excited.

“Coming, sir,” you call out as tender and demure as you can. The sounds of your heels echo on the hardwood floor as you hurry across the house. You come around the corner and smile widely as soon as you see him. You follow your only instinct and drop to your knees in front of him.

“Hello, sir. How was your day?” you smile as you take his tool bag from him.

His rough hand caresses your smooth face, brushing away a strand of blonde hair. “Too long,” he sighs.

“Would you care for a beer as I suck you off? It’ll help you relax.”

“That sounds nice,” he smiles at you. “Bring it into the den.”

You leave the tools by the door and crawl to the refrigerator to retrieve a bottle of his favorite brand. Your lips pass over the cap and around the neck of the bottle, taking it all into your mouth. He loves that you carry it to him like this and always gets a bit more excited by it.

Turns out Princess Peach does a fuck ton of cocaine [MF] [Mast] [drugs] [MMF] [anal] [bd] [oral] [bst] [fantasy] (X-post /r/dirtywritingprompts

The pounding of the door is amplified by the high alabaster walls of the overly posh bedroom. It mimics the pounding in Peach’s skull as she stirs on the cold tile floor of her lavish bathroom completely naked except for a pair of stained panties and her tiara. She struggles to pull herself up, wondering who has the audacity to disturb her during her private time.

“Princess!” shouts Toadsworth as he incessantly pounds on the door. “Princess, you are needed to attend to your duties!”

Peach finally pulls herself up and onto the toilet, holding the sink next to her to keep herself steady. “Sonuvabitch…” she slurs, trying to keep the room from spinning. “Where the hell are my clothes? And why do I feel so…sticky?”

“Princess!” yells Toadsworth again. “You’ve been locked in your room for two days! Is everything okay?!”

“Two days?!” she exclaims to herself. “What the fuck have I been doing for two days?”

“That would be me, Princess,” grins a naked Wario standing in the doorway to the bathroom.

Peach recoils at the sight. “Oh, fuck me!”