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I’m Katie, but if you’d like to adopt a nickname for me, that’s cool too 🫶 I’m British, and on here to write for my favourite fandoms when the inspiration strikes me.

I’m 18, and this is an 18+ blog - which means, minors please do not interact. My blog contains nsfw and dark themes - I try to tag every post accordingly!

I am a big fan of Overwatch 2, I have way too many hours on that stupid ass game. I also play Dead by Daylight, the Outlast Trials, Outlast 1 & the Whistleblower DLC and more! I write for those and COD, but I haven’t played COD, so my writing might be a bit off for that.

By default I write with a female reader in mind, but if requested I can write otherwise!

Feel free to just ask more about me! 🫣💖

Any of my works longer than 4 paragraphs will be found on my masterlist, but small pieces and thoughts will be found by searching ‘katie’s thoughts 💭’ on my blog <3

Always feel free to send asks in, but I get quite a few and sometimes tumblr is silly and eats them </3

overwatch character list  outlast trials character list

I’m running out of things to put, but I’ll update this with more stuff eventually. Happy reading!

Bro I cant even think of specifics would you be able to write a Cassidy drabble i need him incredibly bad

save a horse...yk the drill <3 nsfw below da cut

Cassidy grunts softly, chewing on the end of his cigar as you make your way over with a disapproving look on your face, you're shaking your head and grumbling at the sight of his injuries. He could care less about his scuffed up state - not when it was you tending to him. Cole is quick to flick the ash away, chucking the cigar and stomping it out once you reach his side.

Cassidy proudly presents himself to you as if his injuries were a badge of honour, grinning to himself when you fail to keep your stern expression, a small smile gracing your perfect lips. You're quick to cut through the fabric of his shirt to get to the nasty gash beneath, and he exhales through his teeth once your warm palms ghost his skin.

He should feel guilty - really, fantasising about the sweet little apprentice medic just doing her job. But he just can't help himself, shifting a hand over his belt uneasily when his mind starts to wander to deeper territories.

Cassidy wonders if you'd scream for him when he speared you open on his meaty cock, crying out his name as he pins you down with his bulk, grinding into you as you grasp at the cotton of his bedsheets below. He wonders if you'd claw at his back, marking him up and scratching gently at the weathered skin as he bullies the fat tip of his cock into your needy hole.

He'd cup your jaw, holding your chin gently as if to guide you whilst you parted those pretty lips around his shaft. Would you look up at him with watery eyes, fluttering your lashes like the sweet thing you were? Or would you take him to the hilt, gagging messily around his cock like a little slut?

Would you beg for more? Would you drool into his sheets as he holds your thighs apart, watching the way his cock disappears into your hot, wet cunt?

Cole shudders, just the thought of your pretty little pussy enough to have him hardening in his trousers. You're too focused on mending the wound on his side - your touches soft and fleeting. He wants nothing more than to bury his face between your thighs, he wants to eat you out until you're whiny and overstimulated, he wants to hear you complain about the beard burn between your legs the morning after. He wants you--

You suddenly clear your throat, and his honey brown eyes snap to you with the same sleazy gleam you'd grown accustomed to. You gesture towards his side, all immaculately cleaned up and covered with protective dressing.

Cassidy grins, tipping a hat to you with the intent of asking you for a drink later. "Thanks, doc."

bouncing on junkerqueens thick strap while she digs her blunt nails into your hips, her hands trailing up to grab handfuls of your plush tits, growling in your ear to ride her harder, faster—😮‍💨

Doomfist who just doesn’t care mind flaunting his money for you, in fact he insists that you take his card with you wherever you go. He’s absolutely loaded and you couldn’t even make a dent in his pocket no matter what you spend.

He’s quite happy to spend it for you, if you’re a little unsure about taking his money. Akande will take you for decadent dinner dates and line your wardrobe with expensive clothes and fine lingerie - only for his eyes, of course.

He’ll never ask for anything back, but he’ll take his prize in the form of tearing whatever lingerie you’ve bought off with his teeth.

Reaper x Fem!Reader

Mi Amor

Summary: You reunited the Overwatch after many years. Til you meet the Reaper in your room but you meet the familiar face you know from long time ago. But there’s something you didn’t tell him.

Warning: none

You help Hana fixing her mech that had been hacking by Talon hacker, Sombra. An hour ago you and few of Overwatch Team went on a mission to stop the Talon from planning on something bad.

“Alright Hana, all done, your mech is good as new. Next time, we’ll go on a mission where Sombra isn’t there.” You step off the ladder. “Yeah your right, I’m going get some snacks, want some?” “No, I’m good, thanks, I be heading to my room.”

You exit the engineer room and head to your bedroom to rest. You unlock the code to your room and walk in, you slump on you bed as you breath heavily. You look over from your pillow see the picture frame on your nightstand.

You pick it and look at the picture of you and your boyfriend, Gabriel Reyes. Before the Overwatch shut down, you and Gabriel had a great life, but you got pregnant by him and didn’t tell him. You were planning to tell him after having appointment in the hospital but you saw the Overwatch headquarters are gone.

You raised your baby by yourself and take care of ‘em. Six month later, you gave birth, a boy. You name him Jason. You take good care of him after giving birth. Few years later, you reunited the Overwatch after you saw what happen on the news that the Overwatch took down the giant robot that was attacking the city.

Once you see them again and meet new members, your friends are happy to see you and they were shock seeing Jason in your arms. You told them everything before the Overwatch headquarters was destroyed. They were sad hearing your story.

You sigh heavily place the picture frame back on the nightstand, “Mommy?” You saw Jason hid behind the door frame, you notice his eyes are glassy and in his arms hold black teddy bear. You sat up on the bed “Hi Jason, what’s wrong?” He walk toward you and crawl on your bed. “I had a nightmare… can I sleep with you?” You chuckle.

“Of course my boy, I’ll keep you safe from those nightmares.” You lay on your side forgetting to change your clothes, Jason lay by you on his side, you sang him a song that he love. Once he passes out after you finish singing you passed out too.

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You groan feel a cold air crawl on your body, you sat up then look over where Jason lay by you. You wide in shock that Jason wasn’t laying beside you anymore. You are about to get out the room to find him but you feel an arm wrap around your waist. You gasp in shock feel a heavy breath behind your neck.

You slowly turn your head meeting a stranger in black uniform and had a mask that look more alike an owl. You know that guy from the files, he’s one of the members of Talon, Reaper. Your eyes caught sight see your son sleeping in Reaper’s arm. “What…. are you doing here?” You growl softly trying not to wake up your son.

Reaper chuckle “Hello… Mi Amor.” Your eyes widen in shock. The only person that call give you that nickname only belong from your boyfriend. “No… your…” Reaper move his arm away from your waist to take off his masks.

You gasp in shock meeting familiar you know from long time ago. “Oh my…. Gabriel… is that…” he nod his head. He grab your chin with his index finger and bring your face closer to his til his lips touch yours. He pull away after short minute of kissing and look at you.

You place your hands on his cheeks “What… what happen to you? I thought you were dead.” He sigh “I… don’t wanna talk about it.” He look at Jason in his arms “So… who is the father?” You took Jason into your arms and sigh softly “He… he is your son, your the father Gabriel. I was planning to tell you after I finish my appointment but I saw our headquarters was destroyed. I didn’t get a chance to tell you because I though you died there.”

Gabriel wipe the tears away from your cheeks and bring your body closer to him. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry I didn’t come to your life.” He held you bit tight trying not to smothered Jason. “Mi Amor, come with me.” You look at him shock “No, I can’t, I had to stay here with my friends and Jason. Look, we may be different after many years but-”

“Please” his face started to get closer to you “We may be different but I promise to take care of you and our son. Please, come with me, I promise to take care of you.” You shook your head “I’m sorry but-” you didn’t finish your sentence when Gabriel kiss you again.

He pull away and look at you again with those pleaded eyes of his. You sigh softly “Look, my friends will attack you if they think you took me away. If I go with you they’ll hurt you.” Gabriel sigh heavily put his mask back on. “But… you can come back here to visit every night if you want.”

Gabriel smile under his mask, he lift his mask slightly reveal his jawline and kiss you on the forehead and did the same thing to Jason. “Adios Mi Amor. I love you.” His body turn into black smoke and and exit out the open window. “Goodbye Gabriel… I love you too.”

(The hunter has become the hunted) i missed you sugar~

Cole Cassidy(McRee) x Bounty hunter reader summary: Cassidy has got into big trouble this time, you were payed to hunt him down but things go south

you stood atop of a old abandoned building scooping out for your target you had caught word he might be there

and this man is was know stranger no you have crossed paths with McRee or should you say Cassidy the man changed his name after he took up the outlaw life

you and Cassidy used to be friends back before the fall what a good kid you were in those good old days

You were snapped out of you trance by the sound of one of your Motion sensor going of in the third floor *looks like I’ll be seeing him soon then I want* you thought to yourself

you rested do the fire escape stop until you got to the bottom you made your way to the sensor only to find it with a bullet hole in the screen “ what the fresh hell” you said to yourself

As you inspected it “ are you still here cowboy” you said a loud spinning yourself on your heels “ I’m not in the mood for hidden seek” you said “ we’re not kids anymore come out and face your problem like a man unless you to scared”

G what a nice way to drag him out taunting him Cassidy only chuckles and steps out of his hiding place “ come on Zero you really going to hurt a mans ego like that” he says with a smirk

“ Cassidy you ether come willingly or by force please make the right decision here we wanna make it more easier for you” he seem intrigued by your statement

he grinned “ come on sugar you really think I’m a man of doing things the easy way”

“ why must you act like a child” you grumbled inching your hand to you gun stand off really why this child’s play you know you can’t win them against him even

“ come on pumpkin your really Challenge me to a stand off” you stood your ground with you decision Cassidy chuckled

“ you still got the fire in ya that’s…nice” you saw his eyes soften you felt you muscles intense you lowered you gun

In one quick move Cassidy grabbed your hand with the gun and lifted it above your head you hissed the roughness of his mental hand

Gripping on you wrist “ aw sorry sugar The soldier would have my head if you came back with me all scratched “

this was a set up to get you out of hiding they knew you would come willingly you felt a sharp pain in your arm then it went black

You wake die to sunlight shining in your eyes from a a blinded window you move to sit up

“ good morning pumpkin how’d ya sleep” Cassidy said in the cheer to the left of you “ holding someone hostage isn’t like you Cassidy”

he chuckled at you clammily his eyes still have that warm fuzzy effect on you oh god have you missed his charming smile and personality

You’ve always saw him being a gentleman he would care for you a lot back in blackwatch

“ you alright there sugar” he said coming closer to your side “ oh Cassidy I’ve missed you so god damn muc-“ he kisses you the friend that was by his side all throughout blackwatch “ I missed you too sugar i missed you too”

English is not my first language, I've never written a fanfic before

Ramattra x GN!Reader

CWs: Slight NSFW(?)

Summary: Ramattra enjoys having repairs done to him way too much

You cautiously reach deeper inside, with your hand disappearing up to the elbow in his chest cavity through a small opening in his midriff, each section of his "abs" detachable if need be.

There's enough room to wiggle your soft flesh without touching the surrounding machinery. You're sat in his lap, with his visors burying holes in your forehead from underneath the emotionless plate of his face. The pressure is driving you wild, and you lose yourself briefly trying to decide which is hotter: his insides, where the scorching wind from his fans licks your skin, already sleek with sweat, or your cheeks, flush with embarrassment.

You're not an engineer. Far from possessing any meaningful prowess in mechanics, only having fixed house appliances a couple times in your entire life. But you're the best thing he can count on, and the task is more than simple: you just have to replace an extremely distinct knob just under his shoulder blade, easily accessible from the inside if you are lucky to have hands small enough to fit through the access hole. He sighs, flexing his giant palm idly. If he wanted, he could've closed his fingers around your thigh with ease.

You locate the knob, feel its melted form and unscrew it as carefully as you can while the edge of his armor digs into your skin, drastically reducing the freedom of movement you have. With your fingers tiptoeing around a ruined part of his, your eyes track every movement of the rest of the omnic's body. You don't trust him, just as much as he doesn't trust you. He sighs, his giant frame shuddering, vents creaking open and fans whirring louder as his head comes to rest against the wall he's leaning onto. You continue.

The knob falls into your palm eventually, and you can almost feel his disappointment of being empty as you retrieve it, completely pulling your hand out of the oven of his chest. He puts a heavy hand on your hip - a gesture you interpret as him making sure you don't run off without installing the new part in place of the ruined one. You shift against his thigh, and he grips harder as you plunge your hand back inside, bolder now than before.

Rough movements of your palm, metal being dragged against his insides as you try to insert the new knob where it belongs, failing miserably. He groans, and you feel every single one of his slender fingers dig into your flesh. You are sloppy, way too confident, a stray wire catching onto your finger as you screw in the knob. His heavy breathing replaces all your senses, leaving only the task at hand and the heat enveloping your body. Why would an omnic breathe anyway?

This time you can't even get your hand out without trouble. You're stuck in a rat king of his inner workings, your fingers slithering along the edges of his machinery, tracing thick wires in an attempt to find a way out of the endless loops, and to your horror you feel him tighten around you, heavy breaths turning into gasps and whimpers as you become more frantic, trying to free your hand from the scorching hot trap. Your lower body comes flush against the plate covering his groin as he drags you with both hands now, moving your flesh closer to his metal torso, deliberately grinding against the softness of your belly - you are too scared, too concentrated on the wires ensnaring your wrist to read him. You think he is in pain.

Your ass is the perfect size to fit in his palm, meat squeezing between his fingers as he holds you in place while his hips buck to meet your welcoming curves. He moans, silver caps on the ends of his flat cable "hair" clanking against his shoulders as he throws his head back and relaxes as suddenly as if he'd pressed his own power button.

You remain in his lap, playing with the limp wires until he wakes up.

venture with a s/o who has a fucked sleep schedule

totally not self indulgent cuz my sleep schedule is fucked ahahahahahaha

(if u use tumblr i KNOW u can relate 🤨🤨)

★ ur either sleeping 3 hours a night or for 19 there's never an inbeteeen and Sloan knows this

★ ever since they met u, they quickly noticed how absolutely FUCKED ur sleep schedule is

★ at first as ur friend, they lightly encourage u to sleep better, and poke some jokes here and there about it

★ they'll ask how u slept one day n ur like "yea I only slept like 2 hours I'm tired" n they'll be like "aw I'm sorry :(( u should get some more sleep!!!" then you'll sleep like 17 straight hours n they'll ask how ur feeling like "hey u haven't messaged me in a while r u okay??" n you'll be like "yea srry lol I slept for like 18 hours I'm tired 😔" n Sloan is just like

★ they'll genuinely start to worry for u if u start to experience stuff like memory loss, hallucinations, headaches, etc

★ but once yall are together, they are LOCKED IN on trying to get u to get proper sleep 😭😭

no partner of theirs is getting brain damage from lack of/too much sleep on their watch!!!

★ they'll start small, like if they notice u usually go to bed super super late (like 5-7am late) then they'll slowly start to try n get u to go to sleep an hour earlier each week

★ then over time they'll also help u wake up at an okay time by bribing u with kisses and the occasional breakfast in bed :3

★ also side note I feel like Sloan would give the BEST cuddles like??? they'd be so warm and cuddly pls they'd love to just hold u

★ anywayz

★ they just love you and care about u so much, they hate to see u have such a bad sleeping schedule like this

★ even tho Sloan tends to stay up too, looking at maps and artifacts, as late as probably 3 am, but I personally believe Sloan is a morning bird and likes to get up early

★ they won't ever force u to get up super early if u don't want to, but they will at least try to get u up by like noon

★ they just wanna spend time with u, they can't spend time with u if ur dead asleep :((

★ hooowweverrrr if u were to entice them with warm snuggles and kisses.... they may be inclined to stay in bed

just for 5 more minutes !!!

~☆~

my venture brain rot is taking over my brain ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

Egoist {Moira X Reader}

You knew who she was, what she was. Even in the black suit with the purple tie and under those gloves, the long nails of her hand were always visible, the way her right hand was thinner, veiny while her other one looked healthy, her face plate always adorning her left eye, even when not working. When she left to work, you knew where she was going, what she was doing. But when she looked at you, the way she held you, you just couldn't let her go. You loved her. But maybe, she did not.

It was unusual for her to have enough time to accompany you to one of your outings with co-workers, like on holidays, bit you were glad that today, this random Friday evening she did have time. Usually she worked from early to evening, always looking to find the key to life. And yet, she would always come home to you, she would lay down in your bed and talk with you if you were awake or tucking herself into your side when you weren't. You were lucky if you saw her everyday in a week, but you didn't mind too much, what she was doing was important, no matter how you disliked her cruel ways of researching.

It was a fromal event in a restaurant, a celebration of one of your co-workers birthday. Moira hadn't stalled around much to get read, she simply opened the closet and pulled out her neatly stored black suit and a purple tie. You watched as she got dressed, her nails digging into the expensive, sensitive fabric, somewhow avoiding it getting ripped. She looked stunning, like an absolute professional - as if she was a chef of a very high ranking firm. She wasn't, she was a researcher, a fighter, a member of Blackwatch, but no one else needed to know. Today, Moira was simply a scientist - and your wife. She had tried to cover her damaged hand with gloves, even tried cutting her nails, but they didn't want to be cut, so she ended up with broken gloves, nails raking out. Hopefully no one would mind her weird appearances.

They did.

Of course they did.

They were confused and you let Moira explain - some sort of terminal generic illness she got by being exposed to too many Experiments and fumes. A lie, of course. But they believed it. That was all that mattered. After you came home that night, she unbuttoned her blouse and opened her tie, letter Ng them dangle aroung her ill frame and falling into one of the chairs, exhausted from this day full of work and the meeting. You had smiled at her, tried to help you relax, but with a quick flick of her now ungloved hand and a curt "No" you retreated to bed, leaving her alone.

You don't think she joined you that night. Maybe she did, but you were definitely not in your arms. She was just tired, nothing else. It was fine, after all, she was a hard working woman.

You stood up early next morning, making her breakfast in bed and even making her lunch to bring to work with her, one that she'd probably forget to eat again. Her mood was better when she woke up, coffee and food ready, she thanked you, gave you kiss and left no food on her plate and no coffee to cool.

You didn't register when she started to change up a bit, when she would watch you closely, not with love, like she had before, but with curiosity. Maybe it was after you had been diagnosed, doomed to live only a few months. Maybe it was when she made you the proposal.

"I can fix you. I can fix you, like I fixed myself, like I fixed all of them"

Maybe it was after you had said yes, or when she started to expirment on you. You were unsure. But the experiments hurt, even though she held your hand, held you close in her arms when you cried, nestled safe on her lap or even when she kissed your tears away, her low voice in your ear.

"You are doing so well, Love. Just a it more, okay? Stay strong for me"

Maybe you should have declined, died with her love still intact for you, before you switched from lover to experiment in her eyes. Maybe it would have avoided this outcome. You were cured, yes. But the pain was unbearable. No matter what you did, there was a surge of huge pain following your movements. After a while you got better at hiding it, accepting it. And yet, no matter what you did, even after it felt like simply thinking was painful, nothing could describe the empty hole in your chest, when you saw her pack her things.

"Where are you going, Honey? Is everything alright?" She had looked at you, her red eye piercing your soul

"Of course, Love. Everything is just fine. Blackwatch just needs me to leave for a mission, that's why I'm packing a few things"

"Why?"

"They need me, that's all. I am the only one able to tend to my fallen comrades, after all-"

"No. Why are you lying?"

She looked at you then, turning around to face you and her cold expression made you shiver. That wasn't your Moira. This was Blackwatchs' Moira. Talon Moira. Crazy-Scientist-Moira. Where did she leave to, you wondered.

"I wanted to safe you from the truth. You are awfully sensitive recently. An unexpected result of the Experiments, I believe. But it seems you have unfortunately kept your attention to detail."

You looked at her, confused. "Sensitive? I mean, you have barely talked with me, these past few weeks, you and I, we're married! We should talk a lot, sleep in the same bed! You loved me before all this and that has changed! I just want us to be like back then again. Wher eyou go to work, come home and we sleep, Where we talk in bed and I get to enjoy your company, your arms. You have been distancing yourself from me, and I don't know what to do, I'm devastated! Clueless! Not sensitive!"

Her expression fell for a moment, just a glimpse pat's that cold exterior revealing pity. "It's your fault you believed you were worth anything to me, actually. You were simply entertainment for me, nothing more." Moira turned around, grabbing her suitcase. You tried to stop her, tears falling onto the floor. "No, you don't get to leave me like this! You don't get to walk away from me with all the damage you just caused! I love you! How can you say you never loved me, when you married me?!"

"Like I said. It's your fault. I never wanted to make that impression" She pries your hand away from her arm with her long nails and opened the door while you followed her close behind, words falling out of your mouth to stop her, none of them sinking into either of you. She turned around one last time, before opening the door. "I suppose I should apologize. But you have no use for me anymore. The experiments conducted on you have brought no new revelations and your body is already at it's limit. So impossibly weak, no wonder you wouldn't be able to make it into any of our Organisations."

She handed you the key to the house.

"I never told you I was a good person. You convinced yourself I was. I told you from the very beginning what I was. I've always been an Egoist.'

The door slammed shut as you fell to the floor, crumbling.