Fic Request: A Naga royal x pet!female!reader. NSFW.
Warnings: fingering, nsfw
Hope you enjoy!
Human’s were such fragile things. They reminded King Arik of fruit. Soft and tender. Easily bruised or cut; with a scent so alluring the King momentarily forgot why he was here. Why you were standing beside him. His gaze, two pools of liquid emerald, locked on your small frame. You were breath-taking… for a human. You wore ceremonial garbs and your hair had been tampered with enough to shimmer with gold and gem-encrusted clips. Your very presence tickled his curiosity. You stood by his throne with a straight posture. The material of your dress barely brushing against the coils of his tail that he had wrapped around his royal chair. Deep green, almost black, scales were a dark contrast to your colourful outfit. And Arik very much approved of how you looked beside him.
Because you didn’t say which type, I’m just gonna do a forest elf head-canon.
– He always brings you flowers. And never the same type, unless you absolutely adore them. They are self-preserving so they can be replanted or stay alive in a vase for a long time.
– Long walks through the forest. Speaking to the trees and having him tell you stories of long since passed people and cities.
– Song birds lulling you to sleep. If not them, then he sings ancient lullabies as he runs his fingers through your hair. Kissing your forehead as he rests his head next to yours.
– He also likes to braid flowers into your hair. Even if you don’t have long enough hair, he’ll make a flower crown for you to wear.
“My little royal lover. I am forever stunned by your beauty. I am yours for eternity.”
Thank you so much! I’m glad my writing comes off that way. If you have any feedback or suggestions, please send in an ask. I’m always looking to improve my writing.
SFW- Very attentive partners. They can sense the slightest change in your mood and they instantly wish to know how to make you feel better. On hot days, they gladly allow you to curl up with them in bed. Since they sleep during light hours, they don’t move alot and love the company.
NSFW- It’s a real turn on for them when you start pleasuring them while they feed off you. They only feed from you as a means of being close to you, or if you’d allow them to feed from you freely. And it feel your hands or lips against them while they drink from you? It’s just heaven. They get drunk from their lover’s blood and the high of their climax is doubled after they feed.
(It’s ok doll. It’ll get more simple once the blog picks up. Also until I make names and such for certain creatures, I’m just going to keep it Dragon. Hope thats ok.)
He’d be a little nervous. Getting more and more so as he rehearses his proposal in his head. Dragon will also have a hoard of treasure and gems he will present to you. As a gift. A stash from his own collections of gold and jewels, as a memento of his affections for you. You meant more to him than his collection. And he wanted to convey that to you. If you say yes, it’ll be a massive celebration. But with just the two of you. He wants you all to himself. And he’ll lavish you in pleasure and gifts.
(ノ*゜▽゜*) I wanted to write this because I was 1) very bored and 2) I love Ashe more than I love myself and I wanted to write something for her. It’s probably not any good. I’m so sorry. It’s fem!reader but there’s not a giant emphasis on it.
The job was well paying at least, to make up for all the humiliation you experienced for eight hours a shift. You fit the tiny top hat headband in your hair, it’s decorated lacy tulle adding a finishing touch to the gaudy western costume they forced you in. Luckily enough you remembered to bring an extra pair of tights so bending over didn’t bring embarrassment (or snickers) from patrons. Unluckily enough however, you’re called out of the back room before you have a chance to even reach for them in your locker. On the way to the front you pull your skirt down enough to where you think it’s situated appropriately and you clock in just before the busy evening began.
Your first customers were a shady, rowdy bunch. How they were even driving was beyond you– but nevertheless you and walk up to the table and begin reciting your cheesy lines in a southern accent. Every word burnt your tongue in shame but you use a charming smile to finish the sentence, hoping it would be enough to save your cringing soul.
“… May I take your order?” You ask.
The group couldn’t contain their laughter for a moment, but at least they were kind enough to straighten up before ordering. It’s not shocking that they ordered alcohol with an absolutely absurd amount of food. Tearing the tiny slip of paper from your pad, you head off towards the kitchen with a hot blush forming on your cheeks. Your fingers pinch the hanger open as you spin the ordering wheel around for the chefs.
“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Your coworker teased.
“Ah, I’m sorry,” you shift your weight nervously. “I need–”
“I’m just messing with you.” They laugh as they tear the paper from the clip and spy it up and down.
You push the door to the kitchen open and disappear from the groups sight. It made you feel safer knowing you could hide back here, even if it wasn’t for very long. As you get to work on filling up the drinks, you find yourself mindlessly adjusting your outfit again as the frothy, caramel colored liquid reaches the top of every glass. Each drink is then placed nicely atop a tray and you lift it with one heavy sigh.
When you step outside the atmosphere is just as tense as before. It’s quiet except for the occasional raising of someone’s voice from the table you were serving. There’s a shush as they see you approaching and it doesn’t help that all eyes are on you, but you have to do a good job, so you shove down your shyness and read off the orders.
You’re left with one drink in your hand, and the shyness comes bubbling back up again.
“I must’ve made an extra by mistake…” you apologize.
“I’ll take it!” One of them pipes up.
“No! Save it for Ashe.”
“She’s not gonna be here for awhile, why let it go to waste?”
You let them argue for a few seconds in order to collect yourself.
“I can reserve this one for free.” You offer.
Before anyone has a chance to counter, the same person who offered to reserve it takes you up on it.
It’s your time to become unseen again. In the kitchen you write a name on a sticky note and press it gently to the drink. It now sits alone, untouched but still chilled.
Once more you visit the table, but this time with fresh food for everyone. In exchange for the plate you take half filled drinks to refill with no expense, but each time you pass by the full glass you couldn’t help but wonder if that reserved person would ever show up. Even as you take their money and bid them farewell, back in the kitchen the beer still sits completely untouched.
“Just dump it. They’re not showing.” One of your coworkers say.
You shrug and pour it down the drain. You hear the bubbles making their way down the pipes and you can’t help but feel bad.
Another coworker busts through the kitchen door with dirty plates and silverware piled on top a tray.
“Can you get this one? There’s only one person. A woman. She looks pissed, though.” They dump all the dirty dishes in the sink and get to work.
“I clock out in five minutes. Can you handle it, Y/N?”
You glance down at the empty glass you had poured out. The sticky note still stuck to it, slightly wet from the water droplets.
“I can handle it.” You answer.
You run the glass under the machine once more and fill it up as much as you can. Finally, you don’t need a tray this time.
“Wait!” Your coworker calls.
They lightly fix your outfit in the back before sending you on your way. You had almost forgotten about adjusting it because of a neglected beer.
When you find yourself at the same table once again you’re entirely overwhelmed. Not only is there a woman– but there is also a giant omnic accompanying her. He blinks at you as a form of acknowledgment. Your hand trembles slightly as a reply.
“Your friends reserved this for you. It’s free, I paid for it.” You pull yourself out the trance long enough to do your job.
The glass clinks on the table as the quietness thickens. You see the woman reach for the glass as soon as it leaves your hand, but her wrists are red and indented with a rope pattern. You decided it was best not to ask about it.
“Would you like a menu?” You ask.
More silence. The woman eyes you with the same energy the group had earlier, and she’s utterly intimidating, but there’s a tenderness in her voice when she finally speaks.
“Sure.”
You nod and hastily grab one. When she opens it, you’re back in the kitchen and spying out in her direction through the window. You can feel your nerves fill with life.
“There were red marks on her wrists. Do you think she’s okay?” You ask.
“I highly doubt she runs into that much trouble with an omnic like that.” Your coworker doesn’t even look up from the grill.
“Are you sure?” You add.
You can see the woman put down the menu from your view in the kitchen.
“Why don’t you ask her?” Your coworker suggests.
They were right. It’s almost closing time, so maybe there was no harm in being casual with one person. Now you find your eyes fixated even more on her wrists as you take the menu from her hands.
“What will it be?”
It was your favorite item on the menu.
“I love the apple pie here. I think our chef makes the best, honestly.” You smile.
The woman doesn’t provide a reply at first, but it doesn’t feel like it’s out of meanness. You’re quick to cut a moderate piece for her and for you. Sure, it was more money out of your pocket, but there’s something burning deep inside of you. You wanted to know what was wrong.
It takes the woman by surprise when you take the seat in front of her.
“I hope you don’t mind.” You smile.
You take the gaudy headband out of your hair and let the strands fall loosely around your face. The blood began circulating back to the areas where it uncomfortably squeezed your head, and you could think a bit clearer now.
“Thank god,” you mumble, softly massaging the aching parts of your skull. The woman begins eating in the mean time.
It’s only now that you get a good look at who she is. White hair that’s hidden underneath a dark cowboy hat, with the reddest eyes you’ve ever seen. There’s a certain charm to it that you couldn’t quite explain, but it only seemed to draw you in more.
“How rude of me.” The woman speaks up. She reaches for her hat and sets it down near your headband.
“That’s alright–” you reply, but it doesn’t feel like enough. “I’m more unprofessional than you are at the moment.” You add.
This makes her laugh. You can feel your heart leap, but your eyes wander back to the same old place. You guess there’s no saving your professionalism anyway.
“May I ask what happened?” You point to her swollen, red wrists.
“It’s a very long story.” She sighs.
“I’ve got a lot of time.”
You can barely believe what she told you– about explosions, a mysterious crate, a gunslinger– it all sounded like something out of a western movie. Somewhere in the middle of her sentence you snake your fingers along the rope lines as softly as you could. She barely even noticed before a soft blush paints itself across both your faces, then it falls dead silent. It was a bold move that pushed quite a few boundaries, but just this once it ended up paying off.
“You’re locking up.” Your coworker tosses the keys on to the table. “I clocked out for you so you don’t get in trouble.”
You nod at them as they head out the door and into the darkness outside.
“I guess that’s my sign to go.” The woman reaches for her hat before you scramble verbally to stop her.
“I can lock up whenever. It’s okay.” You try your best not to sound desperate.
“I really should get going–”
“Let me get you your ticket first!” You remind her.
You pull your pad out of your pocket and write down everything. It tally’s to zero– but in the corner you jot down your number. If you’re lucky, maybe you’d get a call.
You slide the piece of paper over to her with a heavy blush on your face.
“If you need a place to stay there’s a hotel three miles down. You shouldn’t miss it.” You advise her.
“Thank ya kindly.” She stuffs the note into her pocket before placing her hat atop her head.
“Alright Bob, lets get out of here.”
You watch her as she leaves with the omnic. Even locking up afterwards, you can’t help but wonder if you’ll hear from her. You didn’t even get her name.
I made a promise that I would write this fluff and I’m backing up that promise. I wanted to make it smutty, I really did but my smut capabilities have been trash lately so instead of destroying a good thing, I left it alone.
Title: O Christmas Tree
Pairing: Michael Langdon x FemReader
Rating: FLUFF! All the fluff
Notes: I’d like this under my Christmas Tree honestly. Enjoy!
a/n: here you go! this request was from the short opening i did a little bit ago. hope that you like what i came up with Anon.
McCree:
Jesse is kind of excited, wondering if you’ll be a better owner, kinder than living on the streets and with what he had to deal with prior to being picked up by the pound.
Can get a bit nippy and territorial at first, but will warm up to you after a little bit of time has passed. Not fond of taking his vitamins to help with his health.
Love’s cuddling and head scratch once the two of you are closer. Is a bit of a bed hog whenever he lays in bed with you.
Hanzo:
Hanzo is one of the smuggest cats hybrids you’ve had the joy of meeting. A pure breed through and through, but with a bit of a close off and demanding personality. Especially if you adopted him when he was young.
Older hybrid Hanzo is a little bit less demanding but does enjoy the finer things and being spoiled by you in any shape form or fashion you are able to spoil him with.
Comes as a pair with Genji if you adopted him young. If he was not adopted young, then he’s very quiet and melancholy at times, likes to lay his head in your lap.
Genji:
Depending on which version of Genji we’re talking about his reactions will vary. A younger Genji will be ecstatic, happily purring and butting his head against you. An older cyborg Genji will be less than thrilled, hissing and swatting at you because who’d adopt something like him with any thoughts of kindness?
Overall Genji is pretty happy with you, will sometimes get right under your feet or invade your space, but he’s a general overall mischevious, but a good boy.
Comes as a pair with Hanzo if you adopted him young. If not, then when he is a Cyborg he will often be found gazing out a window or laying his head in your lap.
Toad's Cave 