This Gives Me Widowmaker Vibes

This gives me Widowmaker vibes

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I want her

I want her so bad

I'm on my knees

Odessa please I'll beg

I'll do anything

The Spencer's Cashier: "Alright, and do you have proper cleaning supplies for your jewelry?"

Me: "...yes." Hehehehe all I use is dove body soap bars and tap water.

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Me: HEHEHEHE IVE BESTED THE GOVERNMENT ONCE AGAIN.

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Bloodhound is honestly my favorite character to write about and this one flustered me a bit dbsbbsjska

CONTAINS: established relationship, alcohol consumption, jealousy, possessiveness but in a non-toxic way, a little bit of spice, not full on smut but it gets pretty spicy >:)

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Celebrating a win was very popular amongst the legends. Mirage often invited everyone to the Paradise Lounge for some drinks and good laughter, even the less cheerful legends attended most of the time. Caustic could be found sipping beers and glaring at people, while Ballistic complained on and on about how they didn't even serve good tea.

Today, you sat at the bar between a very tipsy Fuse and an arguably even tipsier Valkyrie. Mirage popped in and out of the celebration as he served customers, but he always made sure your glass was full with whatever drink you desired.

"Mate! That wingman shot was bloody beautiful!" Fuse practically yelled into your ear as his metal hand clapped you on the back, making you wince slightly. Somehow, you had managed to pull off a win after responding in the last ring with only a wingman and one other teammate at half health. I guess whatever god is out there took the wheel because suddenly your aim was the best it's ever been and you downed the last two enemies with two headshots.

"I know, Walter. You've told me about fifteen times since we sat down." Rolling your eyes, you down the rest of your drink before scouring the crowd of legends to try and find Bloodhound. They said they'd be there, but you hadn't seen them yet. Although, it's hard to find anyone with the flashing lights and the alcohol starting to take effect.

Giving up, you turned back to your empty glass and smiling friends. If they didn't come, that was fine. They usually didn't enjoy settings like this anyway, they only only came to guide you back to room after you got wasted.

"The old man's right, though." Valkyrie added in, dragging your attention away from Bloodhound and back into the party. "Seeing you hone into the fight always surprises me, I swear your whole energy changes. It's fucking hot."

The pilot said it so nonchalant, taking a swig of her drink and signaling to Mirage for another like she didn't just call you hot. You couldn't tell if the heat on your face was from the alcohol or how flustered you felt. Probably just the alcohol.

"I'm gonna hafta agree with Valk on this one." Fuse said, still quite loud. He put his arm around your shoulders. "You make bloodlust look bloody sexy. No pun intended." His laugh is deep and booming, shaking your body as he leans on you. What the fuck is happening? You knew the two of them were flirty drunks, but you'd never had their affections directed at you before.

Again, you found yourself looking around the room, and this time you spotted Bloodhound leaning against a wall, watching you. Fuck. They were mad, you could tell. Even without seeing their expression you could practically feel the anger rolling off of them. The fact that Fuse was now playing with strands of your hair and Valkyrie had her hand on your upper arm didn't help your case at all.

You quickly got up, saying a small goodbye to your companions before making your way to a pissed off Bloodhound. They didn't even wait for you to get to them before they walked out the door, leaving you to hurry after them.

"What was that, elskan?" Their voice surprised you as you left the building, and you whipped your head around to see them beside the doorway. They leaned again the wall once again, arms crossed over their chest.

"I'm sorry, Hound. They were drunk and they surprised me and I didn't know what to do and I didn't mean to let them keep going and I-"

"Hush." Bloodhound interrupted your nervous rambling, holding a hand out in a 'halt' gesture. You shut your mouth as quickly as you possibly could, not wanting to anger them any more than you thought you already had. Before they continued speaking, they led you around the side of the building into a less visible alleyway. "I am not blaming you, I simply wanted to know what happened."

They weren't mad at you? Thank the Allfather. Having Bloodhound mad at you was something straight out of a horror film. Your body relaxed, but you still kept your head down instead of looking into their face.

"They got drunk... and we were talking about my win." You started your explanation again, slowly this time to avoid rambling. "Their compliments started getting flirty, and then they started getting touchy. I should've pushed them off, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. You are not responsible for the actions of drunken fools." Bloodhound grabbed your chin with a gloved hand, lifting your face to look them in the eyes. Well, where their eyes would be behind the goggles of their mask. "I trust you, elskan. I know that you are mine, and you would not betray me. Especially for someone like Walter Fitzroy."

You laughed, the tension leaving you as you slowly let yourself process the fact that they weren't mad at you. From the way their shoulders jumped slightly, you could tell they were laughing too.

"However," Bloodhound continued, letting go of you and reaching behind their head. "It seems like our other other companions need a reminder of who you belong to." You heard the familiar sound of their mask being unclasped, and soon enough you were really looking into their eyes as they set their mask along with their respirator onto an old wooden box beside the two of you.

You couldn't even speak before they grabbed your waist, spinning you around so your back was pressed up against the rough brick wall. You could only gasp as their hands gripped at your skin and their face nuzzled into your neck, leaving small kisses along your jawline.

"You are so beautiful. So perfect, ástin mín." Bloodhound muttered praise as the kisses slowly became more desperate. They nibbled at your skin lightly, not enough to hurt just yet. You looked towards the alley opening and whined slightly.

"Hound, someone could see us..." You grabbed at their shoulders, trying to push them back away from your neck. They pulled back, not even looking at the alley, only into your eyes.

"Would you like me to stop?" Bloodhound rubbed soothing circles into your hips, keeping your attention on them and not the possibility of someone seeing the two of you.

"No... but what if they see your face?"

"They will not. I will be too busy giving you tons of pretty marks."

Bloodhound didn't let you speak again as they dived back into the crook between your shoulder and your neck, sucking on the skin harshly. You couldn't suppress the moan that left your lips no matter how hard you tried, and you quickly slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle any further noise. They just continued to mutter praise into your skin while they savored every reaction you gave them.

It hurt, and you squirmed in their bruising grip. They were determined to mark you up until they were satisfied and wouldn't settle for any less. It was a miracle no one managed to walk past the alleyway while Bloodhound ravaged your neck and collarbones. It wasn't like you were being quiet either, the intensity at which they sucked and bit at your skin was enough to make tears well up in your eyes and to bring so many sinful noises from your mouth.

"I should just take you right here, where anyone could see how good I make you feel, elskan." They whispered in your ear, making your knees buckle and your eyes roll back. Good thing they were holding you against the wall, or you might've just fallen to your knees right then and there.

After what felt like forever, their teeth stopped grazing your skin and their grip on your waist loosened. You could feel their tongue darting out of their mouth to lick at and soothe the dark bruises they left on your skin. Your moans and whimpers turned to soft whined and sighs as the pain slowly faded into dull numbness. Bloodhound took a couple of steps backwards, looking at their work with a smirk.

"Absolutely gorgeous, kæri. Now, everyone will be able to see your devotion to me." They gave you one last look before grabbing their gear and putting it back on.

You just finished wiping any stray tears from your face before Bloodhound grabbed your hand and led you back into the Paradise Lounge. They escorted you back to your seat at the bar, giving you a pat on the head before walking back to the wall you saw them at before everything happened.

"....Bloody hell." Fuse's mouth was practically hanging open as he stared at the dark purple and red marks that littered your skin. "Didn't take Houndy to be the possessive type." He just laughed and shrugged before going back to his drink. Valkyrie had disappeared sometime during your absence, and all that was left was two empty soju bottles and a $20 bill on the bar.

"Yeah... So where did Valk go?"

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CONTAINS: smut, primal play, bondage, getting hunted in the forest, praise, little bit of degrading, biting, breeding kinks, slight sex ritual stuff, voyeurism if you count the Allfather as a person, proper aftercare for once, AMAB bloodhound, they have a penis because I said so, gender neutral reader

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Bloodhound wasn't the type of person to ask for much sexually, preferring to go along with what you want and ask for. So it was incredibly surprising when they nervously came to you and brought up the idea of primal play. It was shocking, but you weren't against it.

Obviously, you started off slow to warm up to it. Bloodhound started putting you into mating presses more often, even if it was already their favorite position. You swear you could hear them growling under their breath as they fucked into you, pressing all their weight on top of you and keeping you trapped under them. And the bite marks they would leave along your shoulders and chest were hard to explain to anyone who saw them. But it was so good. They way they claimed you like you were some kind of weak bitch made you cum the hardest you ever had in your whole life.

Safe to say, primal play was one of the most popular things in your sex life. So, when Bloodhound came to you again, more confident this time, you were excited to hear what they would suggest.

"I would like to do something more, in terms of these... primal urges." They said, standing by you as you prepared a meal in your shared kitchen. Bloodhound had just come home carrying some fish from a river nearby and handed them to you to cook. It was just the way things were between the two of you. Obviously, they were the better hunter, so in order to balance chores you cooked whatever they brought home.

"What were you thinking of?" You responded, eyes still honed in on where the knife you held slid through the flesh of the fish.

"I would like to... hunt you."

It took a moment for the words to register in your brain, but when they did, you immediately put the knife down and turned towards them. Bloodhound still wore all their gear, and suddenly it felt intimidating. They moved closer, caging you against the counter with a hand on either side of your waist.

"Litla kanína, I want to chase you. To catch you. To claim you. I want you to run from me, and I want you to hide from me while I hunt you down like the prey that you are."

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So that's how you got here, sharp thorns scratching your ankles and calves as you ran through the trees as fast as you could. You had nothing on you other than your clothes and an alarm keychain as a sort of 'safe word.' Bloodhound said they'd give you a five minute headstart, and you intended to use it to get as far away as possible.

The autumn leaves were crisp under your feet as you ran, not even trying to be quiet. Your body was acting purely on instinct, not knowing what to do in a situation like this. Seeing a small alcove made out of fallen trees, you turned towards it and shuffled under the cover.

Breathing heavy, you sat down on the ground, trying to make yourself as small as possible. Frozen in fear, you zoned out in your small shelter, and before you knew it you could hear footsteps dragging on the forest floor. They weren't trying to be quiet either. They wanted you to know they were close. They wanted to make you feel the fear take over your body as they gradually got closer, and closer, and even closer.

Putting a hand over your mouth, you tried to breathe as shallow as possible to make less noise, but your breaths were shaky and uneven. Your hands shook as you could hear the gentle hum of Bloodhound's respirator working, and as they paused their steps.

"Kanína, I know you're here.~" Bloodhound called out. Their voice scared you, but at the same time you couldn't help the warm feeling in your lower stomach. You pressed your body even further against the tree bark behind you, closing your eyes.

"You must learn to cover your tracks, elskan. Something dangerous could find you.~" Their voice trailed off, and you couldn't hear their footsteps anymore. Did they leave? They must've left. There was no sound at all.

After a few more minutes, just to be sure, you inched your way out of the alcove and looked around. Not seeing anything, you stepped out into the open.

Pretty much the second you took the first step, you heard swift footsteps behind you. Before you could react, a gloved hand reached around to cover your mouth as another wrapped around your waist, pulling you against a body. Eyes wide open, you brought your hands up and gripped at the hand over your mouth, scratching at it lightly as you were dragged with the person.

"Greyið kanína, you have not learned anything, have you?" Bloodhound's voice made you relax slightly, realizing you weren't really in danger. However, their hand still covering your mouth and the way they now spun you around and pressed your back against a tree made you panic again. You looked them over, eyes darting over their frame. They had shed their jacket, leaving them in a compression shirt that showed off their muscles, along with their mask and cargo pants.

"I have caught you, ástin mín. Now, I get to ravage you all I want.~" Bloodhound pressed a leg between yours, keeping it high enough that you couldn't escape without falling. They reached into a pocket in their pants and pulled out a bundle of smooth, red colored rope that was usually stored in your bedside drawer.

"I am going to take my hand away. Will you behave?" They questioned, tilting their head and holding the rope in front of your eyes. You nodded desperately, nostrils flared as you breathed frantically. Slowly, Bloodhound pulled their hand off of your mouth and began unraveling the bundle of rope.

You didn't dare speak. You kept your hands by your sides. You barely moved. You could be bratty some other time, this time, Bloodhound was just so intimidating that the thought of disobedience didn't even cross your mind. With the now unraveled rope, they positioned your hands together in front of you and wove it around your wrists and forearms.

"You are so obedient, even when you are being hunted down to be my meal.~" They leaned in closer as they finished binding your arms and lifted them above your head. Bloodhound's chest was pressed against yours, and their knee pressed further against your crotch as they tied the other end of the rope around a branch above your head.

They left you there for a second, stepping back now that you were stuck in place. A small whine left your throat as the warmth between your legs disappeared. Bloodhound just shushed you before reaching into another pocket of their pants and pulling out a pocket knife. They brought it up to your throat and you closed your eyes, wincing. The pain never came, though. Instead, you heard clothes ripping and the wind against your chest. They had cut your shirt open and discarded the pieces onto the forest floor.

"Hound..." You whispered weakly, looking at Bloodhound's masked face. They tilted their head at you, reaching down to begin undoing your pants.

"Do not speak, kanína. Unless it is the safeword, I do not want to hear anything from you other than your sweet cries of pleasure." They pulled your pants and underwear from your body, exposing you to the air.

You tried to cross your legs and hide yourself, feeling extremely exposed in the open, but Bloodhound simply kicked your legs back apart. They just stared at you, looking up and down your body before reaching behind their head to undo their mask.

"You will be a perfect offering for the Allfather." They said, taking off their mask and laying it gently on the ground. Almost instantly they had their mouth on you, nipping and licking at the skin of your neck. It was so aggressive and desperate it almost hurt. They kissed your skin like they were starving, like they hadn't eaten in days.

Slowly, trailing kisses the whole way, they made their way down to your nipples, biting and sucking at them, making you gasp. Bloodhound made sure to abuse each of your sensitive buds before moving on. They bit as your stomach and hips, hard enough to leave bruises. As you squirmed and whined, they finally made their way to where you needed them most.

Bloodhound licked a slow, long stripe from the bottom to the top of your sex. Smirking at the way you whimpered and shivered. After way too long, they finally took you into their mouth, sucking hard before backing away almost immediately. As you whined in protest, they stood and reached into a pocket of their pants again (look, they have cargo pants on, there are many pockets). Holding a small bottle of lube, they kneeled back down in front of you.

You watched as they poured a generous amount of lube on their fingers, spreading it between their thumb and fingers. Lifting one of your legs over their shoulder, Bloodhound placed their fingers against your hole. Their calloused fingertips were a pleasant sensation as they teased around your sensitive opening, only slipping a finger inside once you were desperately grinding down. They ignored all your whines and whimpers, going slow and making sure you were adequately stretched.

"I want to make sure you are prepared because I will no longer be gentle after this." Bloodhound stated as they stood from the ground, wiping their hand against their pants. They sighed as they undid the button, opening the front of their pants. "Aumingja litla druslan mín... I am going to destroy you.~"

Bloodhound practically growled the end of their sentence, tugging the waistband of their pants and boxers down a couple inches so they could free their length. You stared, wishing nothing more than to drop to your knees and swallow them whole. But unfortunately, you were still tied to a tree. So you just whined and struggled against the rope, begging for any sort of attention from them.

"Hush, ástin mín." Bloodhound once again lifted one of your legs, bringing your knee almost to your chest. You had to stand on your tippy toes to accommodate for the position. They stood between your legs and the head of their hard cock teased against your entrance.

Bloodhound rubbed themself a couple of times along your hole before sliding the first inch of themselves into you. The groan they let out was animalistic, and you winced at the stretch. They were practically panting against your neck, holding themself back from pounding into you. They lifted your other leg, pressing you against the tree trunk so it scratched uncomfortably against your back.

"Kanína, you are so warm and tight.~" They began inserting the rest of their length into you. As Bloodhound's hips met yours, they let out a strangled whine as they nuzzled into your neck even further. "Please forgive me for my lack of self-control."

That was their only warning for you before they pulled out and slammed back into you as hard as they could, making you yelp in surprise. Your eyes flew wide open as they started to plow into you faster and harder than you thought anyone possibly could. The pain of your back against rough bark was completely forgotten as you cried out, hands curled into fists above your head.

You'd never experienced this energy from Bloodhound outside of the games. This wild, animalistic hunger. You'd seem them kill many times, you'd even been the one at the end of their axe a couple of times, and this energy was alarmingly similar. They really did see you as something to claim, something to devour. It made you feel so weak and helpless. It was fucking hot.

You could feel your eyes start to fill with tears from how overwhelming the feeling was. Their girth continually bullying its way into your hole, rubbing against all the right spots and reaching so deep inside you. And the pain. God, the pain of bark scratching against your back, of nails digging into your hips, of teeth biting at your skin. It was no surprise when you could feel your orgasm approaching very quickly.

"Hound-"

"Cum for me, I want to feel you."

Of course, Bloodhound could tell. With the way you were squeezing their cock with your walls, the way your back arched off the tree, the way you were panting like you'd never breath again. So as they hit that one spot that made you see stars, you came hard. Your legs shook with the force of your orgasm, and you leaned your head back against the tree, moaning loudly.

Bloodhound slowed their pace, bringing the pocket knife back out and cutting the rope keeping your hands above your head. The only reason you didn't fall was because they pressed their body against you and held you to the tree. You whimpered as they carried you away from the tree, getting on their knees and laying you on the forest floor. They pulled out of you, grabbing your waist and flipping you over onto your shoulders and knees with your still tied hands underneath you.

"You look so pretty, kanína. Quivering and covered in your own cum." Bloodhound said as they spread you open and inspected your hole. You couldn't turn to look at them with your face pressed against the ground, so when they suddenly pressed their tongue against your entrance, you flinched slightly. Their nails dug into the flesh of your ass as they ate you out like a starved man. "You taste divine.~ I need more of you."

Their tongue left your sensitive hole twitching with overstimulation, and you whined softly. Bloodhound didn't spare you for long though before they thrust back into you. You felt them press one of their boots against your head, pressing down so you couldn't move but not enough to cause pain.

"You. Are. Mine." They growled, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. All you could do was whimper and shake as the overstimulation became painful. Tears ran down your face and onto the leaves. "So perfect.~ Laid out so pretty before the Allfather.~"

The thought of being nothing but an offering in a god-worshipping ritual just made you feel even more overwhelmed, and you could feel yourself getting closer to climax once again. Bloodhound's thrusts became sloppier as they too chased their orgasm.

"I'm going to fill you up, litla kanína. Breed you full of my pups.~" Bloodhound huffed, taking their foot off your head so they could lean down and sink their teeth into your shoulder. The pain made you cry out, but also pushed you over the edge again. Your vision faded as you came, dripping onto the leaves.

Bloodhound's hips stuttered before they pressed as deep into you as they could. They growled and grinded their hips against you as they spilled their cum deep in your hole. For a few moments, they just sat deep inside you, panting.

You must've been fading in and out of consciousness due to the pain because you can't remember when Bloodhound pulled out of you and laid you down on the ground. You looked up into their eyes as they gently unraveled the rope that bound your arms. They smiled down at you, rubbing at the sore skin.

"You did so well, ástin mín." Bloodhound cooed, grabbing some gauze from their seemingly endless stash of items in their pants pockets and placing it on the bite on your shoulder. They brought a hand up to brush the hair from your face and rub soothing circles along your jaw. "Let me take you back home. You deserve to rest."

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IVE BEEN OBSESSED WITH THIS SHIP LATELY OMG

Anyone else obsessed with mekamechanic you should read this fanfiction by The_Big_Oof on AO3

Anyways on to the headcannons :)

CONTAINS: NSFW further below

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《SFW》

• This ship just works so well because they're both awkward nerds in their own ways like dhdhjsja

• D.Va is obviously the most loser gamer out there (i say this affectionately :3) who's social skills are probably terrible because most of her life is portrayed on social media

• Brigitte is very family-centered and her godfather is literally in Overwatch with her, that must make relationships awkward pffff, also she's just a big buff lady who's very kind-hearted and shy

• They probably got together due to other peoples' influence, Tracer definitely takes most of the credit for getting them together

• Brigitte loves HARD, she's head over heels for D.Va, every action she takes has D.Va in mind, she watches all her streams from start to finish, she puts D.Va's feelings and happiness above her own

• D.Va is centered a bit more around herself due to all the pressure of fans and Busan's expectations of her, she has a harder time remembering that Brigitte has needs and wants aswell, but she gets the hang of it over time

• Their love languages are definitely gift giving and quality time

• Brigitte will buy anything that reminds her of D.Va, bunny plushies, keychains from her favorite games, snacks and drinks that she likes, literally anything

• D.Va just likes being around Brigitte, gaming together in eachothers rooms, fixing up Tokki after a tough mission, working on one of Brigitte's projects, sitting beside eachother at meals, they're always together

• They go on little arcade dates and fast foods dates where they set up picnics in really pretty spots and just eat junk food pffff

• They're also the type of couple to just go on walks through town, where all the shop owners know them by name and ask Brigitte to fix their shit

• D.Va likes being able to carry Brigitte while she's in her mech, she likes being tall and strong :)

• Literally everyone in Overwatch knows they're dating, how can you not when they're like a highschool couple cuddling in the hallways

• Brigitte definitely calls D.Va bunny, kanin (bunny in swedish), and darling

• D.Va calls Brigitte baby and jagiya, idk she doesn't seem like the type of partner to use a lot of pet names

《NSFW》

• They're both switches but Brigitte probably tops more often

• D.Va is the more dominant one though, we support power bottoms on this blog

• Honestly they're too sweet for any kinky shit, D.Va is definitely into toys tho

• She's got a small collection, nothing too insane or huge just a bunch of dildos and vibrators because why not

• There favorite positions are missionary and riding, I use those a lot but like yes

• Kisses during, a lot of kisses and body worship

• Brigitte makes sure that D.Va knows she's fucking beautiful, and D.Va makes sure Brigitte knows that she's pleasing her so good

• I can't think of any more hrhdjks they're too sweet man

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