demialwrites:

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Full commissions are open. Despite what my AO3 is full of, I do write characters other than Genji. To be absolutely frank, I do prefer Hanzo/Genji/Reaper, I have trouble writing the Junkers, and I am totally willing to write anyone in between.

  • Rate: $1 per 100 words

You have two options for payment. Option one: use Ko-Fi and purchase 300 words per Ko-Fi. Option two: I will provide my Paypal email in a personal message for an amount of your choosing.

What I will not write:

  • Ships
  • Scat
  • Vore
  • Gore
  • Underage
  • NSFW or romance for Winston, Orisa, Bastion, or Hammond

I will write reader-insert comfort, fluff, and smut (including incest and a wide variety of kinks). For examples, my writing can be found here on AO3 and here on Tumblr. Please send me a message and say hi if you’re interested! I will need the following information to get started:

  • the main Overwatch character
  • for NSFW, I will need your gender (female, neutral, DFAB, etc)
  • any plot details you can give me (the more specific the better or I will write what comes to me)

If you’re asking for NSFW, I will assume you’re 18 or over. Please don’t ask for it if you’re not. For any questions, please send me a message. I would love to hear from you!

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Day 13 – Gags

This one wouldn’t stop, so I had to cut it off awkwardly, or it’d be a full fic. Gotta save some energy for tomorrow!


You did not appreciate being gagged. And with one of your own scarves, too. It was easy to forget that Hanzo was creative like that. Devilish, like his brother. He wore a faint smile as he left you there, but it was obnoxious enough to you.

You didn’t mind being tied to the chair. Arms bound behind you, and your ankles bound to the chair legs. It was not being able to speak your wants that frustrated you.

Genji started the sweet torture first. His cool fingers tickled up your sides. He traced invisible shapes from your middle to your chest with his fingertips, pointedly avoiding your breasts. Made them faintly ache to be touched, too. Then he left.

Jesse came by next. He stood with disinterest in his posture and on his face. He went through half a cigarillo, just admiring your needy expression from afar. Too far. His body was hot compared to Genji, and you needed the heat. He didn’t touch you. Oh, he touched himself, though. He put one boot on the chair next to your knee and jerked his thick cock in your face, not letting you touch. He watched you watch his hand, him pumping himself rough and fast, showing you what you weren’t getting. He wiped his cum off on you with one sloppy swipe on your stomach.

That pissed you off, and you glared and struggled. He chuckled, his eyes crinkling, and left, too.

Genji came back, this time with a vibrator. You watched him warily. He slipped it inside your cunt, which had begun to stain the chair with a small patch of slick. He held the vibrator against your front walls and turned it on to a high setting, making you jerk and arch. You rode the stimulation with rolling hips. The vibrator stopped just before you came.

You screamed behind the gag, trying to tear yourself from the constraints.

“You would not be here in this predicament if you weren’t such a brat,” Genji told you.

He left the toy you inside you and took the remote with him.

“They never clean up after themselves,” came Hanzo’s clear, deep voice ten minutes later.

He cleaned you up gently, wiping off the dried cum with a warm, wet cloth. He removed the toy from your cunt, noting your needy expression as he did so. Your cunt clutched at nothing.

Hanzo wasn’t going to be the one who was going to take pity on you. He did cut the rope binding your ankles to the chair. He lifted your open legs to sit under you. He reached between you to pull his pants down to reveal his cock. Your cunt flexed again at where this was going.

Hanzo bounced you on his cock without mercy, your head thrown back and your legs flailing the entire time. Hanzo was chasing his own end without regard to yours. Genji may have used a toy on you, but Hanzo was using you as his toy. He put his hand to your throat. Not to choke, he just liked to hold you to his lap. He gritted his teeth and grunted, driving into you with short thrusts. As soon as your legs stiffened at his sides, he sped up just a bit more. A crescendo of moans, and he came, a powerful spurt of his cum shooting up into you.

He left you limp and spent. Hanzo didn’t clean you up, because he loved to see the evidence of his claim on you drooling out of your punished cunt onto the chair.

“Let me add to that,” Jesse purred, the words announcing his return.

You eyed him from beneath your sweaty hair on your forehead. You were tired but wired all the same. Your lower belly ached so badly for release.

Jesse didn’t free you from the chair like you were hoping.

“Warm me up a bit, please,” he said, holding his half-hard cock in one hand.

With the other, he made space between your lips and the gag to slip it in. You sealed your mouth around it. He drew his hips back and then thrust in slowly, considerately.

“So tight…that I think I might just…”

Jesse changed his mind on fucking your properly and fucked your face instead. He held your head in place with a gentle grip on your hair and used your mouth. Drool leaked all over your chin. He panted above you.

“Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah,” he chanted softly.

He pulled out at the last second to let his cum land between your legs, on top of Hanzo’s mess. Some of it dripped down your clit, making you whine pathetically. No one would let you cum!

The three of them watched you dozing. They stood in the next room with your back to them.

“What did you do to her?” Genji asked.

“Nothing you would not have done,” Hanzo said.

Genji laughed. It was true.

“Go make her beg you to stop,” said Jesse.

“Will do,” said Genji.

Genji walked into the room, removing his crotch plate. His synthetic cock revealed itself. You were going to get to cum, alright. You were going to cum until you wanted to beg Genji to stop, but he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t hear you behind the gag.

Day 12 – Pet Play

I have made the executive decision to make this into a hybrid AU one-shot. He is a German shepard.


Gabriel Reyes was going to be a tough one. He was going to require a lot of patience compassion. So you were told, but you adopted him, anyway. He needed an owner, and you needed a companion.

He came with glaring, blood-shot eyes and a muzzle with a worn, white skull decorating the front. A parting gift from the previous owner. Seems they tried to make him into a guard dog. And he relished the job a little too much.

You took him home and explained that you would take the muzzle off when he proved he wasn’t a danger to you.

The first week passed by uneventfully. Gabriel spent most of his time sleeping at your feet while you were home. He ate his food without any sign of worrying you would take it away.

You took him out with you, to the coffee shop, to grocery shopping. All your chores for the week. Gabriel was at your side the whole way. He followed really closely. People were giving you funny looks and giving you lots of space.

A few weeks later, and you figured out it was because Gabriel had been glaring at anyone who he thought came too close to you. The muzzle and black clothes you hadn’t replaced yet probably didn’t help.

He hadn’t done anything to hurt anyone just yet, but you still wanted to say something. He was conveniently still sticking to your side at all hours.

“Hey, Gabriel.”

He hummed in acknowledgement, but it sounded more like a grumble.

“I want to talk to you about how bristly you’re being towards other people.”

His full attention snapped to you. His ears stood, facing your direction.

“I have to keep you safe,” he preemptively started to argue with that gravelly voice you’d grown fond of. “You don’t under-”

“Gabriel, stop.”

His mouth shut. His tall ears flicked back momentarily.

“You’re not a guard dog.” You said it again, more firmly this time. “You’re not a guard dog.”

“But-”

“This is a nice neighbourhood. I’m not in any danger.”

Gabriel’s eyes went to the front door and back. He seemed to be taking in what you said.

Then he sat.

You let him stew in what you said and went to the kitchen. His eyes followed you as you walked. You thought you heard his tail thump on the floor. When you turned around, he was staring blankly at you.

You breathed a sigh of relief inwardly when the next week was better. People still glanced at your hybrid, but it was for his resting bitch face. You removed his muzzle then.

Gabriel was happier almost overnight. He kept the lovely, dark voice and even sassed you with it. Told you more about his past. You were starting to feel like you got that companion you wanted.

The sass evolved into flirting when you started to give back what he was dishing out. You were nose-to-nose on the sofa, giving each other shit, when he decided to do something about the tension. He was on the floor below you, like an obedient pup, so he jumped up and pressed you into the cushions.

“You starting something you can finish?”

This was the moment you both were waiting for. He had come a long way since you first took him home. All you wanted was for him to like and trust you as an owner, and you got more. But as owner, it had to be on your terms.

“That’s for me to decide,” you said.

He growled and rocked his hips against you, kindling the desire between you.

“True,” he admitted. He wasn’t the master here.

“On the floor.”

After looking like he was about to argue, he left the space between your legs and lay on the floor in front of you. You immediately felt the loss of his body heat and the presence of his large, strong body. You got off the couch to stand over his body. His tail wagged a few times at your gaze on him.

The outline of his erection was tucked upwards. You lowered yourself onto it.

“That’s more like it,” he said, resting hands on your hips.

You smacked them away. He hummed, his cock twitching against you. You rewarded his excitement by rubbing against his cock. Gabriel slack-jaw moaned, like he hadn’t been touched in years. You rocked harder.

“That feels good,” he purred. “Now why don’t we move on to the main event?”

“Shhhh, not this time.”

He kept his mouth firmly shut, muffling his gravely and deep moans and grunts. He kept his fingers dug into the carpet to keep from touching you like you commanded. The way his cock twitched rapidly against your heat just before you brought him to orgasm felt amazing.

His ears flattened as he came inside his clothes, a wet spot spreading across his stomach. You ran your hand up above the cum-stain, his chest rising and falling with his pants.

“Go bathe yourself, Puppy. Then come to bed.”

You went to bed, and your good boy joined you. You drifted off nice and warm, with the light scent of wet dog.

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Per canon, we all know that Gabriel is super into Halloween and making Halloween costumes. I’m sure that his hobby extends beyond the month of October and he makes outfits in his free time. He could probably be a fashion designer if he weren’t a soldier.

He ends up making a ton of clothes for you, ranging from everyday stuff to cocktail dresses and he even tries his hand at lingerie. And oh boy does he get very good at making lingerie. He loves seeing you wear his stuff and enjoy it; he gets a huge kick out of it and gets very possessive of you when you do wear it. God forbid another man approaches you – he’d beat the shit out of them.