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Widowmaker• Reasons

(Requested by @KiwiBaby2 )
(Warning: Mentions of suicide)
(NSFW)

     Life was boring to you. Wake up, eat, work and sleep everyday. Your schedule never changed and it was starting to get to you. You didn't have many friends, or at least close ones, your 'friends' consisted of people you talked to to away the time at work. You might as well have been a 9-5 working mom at a cubical, that's how bland your day to day life was.
     Weekends were when you tried to dump your stress, however it seemed to keep piling up week after week lately. You'd be lying if you said you weren't going to try and escape it all completely. It was Saturday and like always, you had no plans, besides one that you had set for yourself. One good thing was the numbness that blanketed your mind kept the feeling of stress neutralized. You knew that cover wouldn't last forever though, come Monday the shield would crack and the stress would leak through all over again. That had happened so many times before that you weren't about to let it happen again.
     Sitting on the edge of the bed, you eyed the closet. Inside you had a rope that was initially for a tire swing that the previous owners of your house had left. A part of you wanted to fight the dark urge but your mind was easily impressionable by the temptation. It didn't take long before you body succumbed to the invitation as well, your legs tiredly lifting you off the mattress to lead you to your closet.
     As soon as your hand touched the cool handle a loud crash rang out through the house, coming from your front door. You froze as your attention snapped up to the door of your bedroom. Voices were heard spreading through the house, following foot steps that carried them. Your legs that at first we're leading you to your end, now shaking brought you to the back wall as a pair of heavy footsteps reached your bedroom door.
     There was no hesitation in the person who entered. A large man wearing black fatigues walked in. His face was shielded by a primarily  red helmet. He looked out your door and called for the others to join him. You were unable to move your jaw in order to speak, but once you were grabbed harshly and yanked out of the comfort of your room you were able to yell out in destress, hoping that someone would hear and for some reason come to your rescue. But that didn't happen.
     You were forced out of your house and onto the street. Looking around, you noticed that the men were doing the same thing to multiple houses. "Don't grab anyone mot fit for recruitment!" One of the men barked.
     "I ain't working for you basta-!" One of the hostages shouted, but was unable to finish his sentence before he earned a sock in the mouth, causing him to fall back onto the asphalt. You stayed quiet, knowing better than to fight back as did everyone else at the sight of the guns they were carrying. The only sounds as they loaded everyone up were quiet sobs and the soldiers yelling harshly at everyone.

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     One year. Today had marked one year of being held by Talon. It hadn't been as horrible at you expected. They didn't use you to fight, they had a plan for you to be a weapons expert, in charge of the inventory and such, it was at least more exciting than your normal life. However, you were practically prisoner now, you were trapped and you hated it. If anything, it had brought back your urges.
     Only one good thing came from all of this, and her name was Amélie Lacroix. She was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Her smooth curves, elegant features and her sexy accent made you swoon from her as soon as you met her. The downfall? She was also the coldest and rudest woman you had ever met. You only felt bad for her, the horrible things the people here did to her to make her such a way. You still liked her either way.
     But, with this came negative thoughts, like the thought that she would never in a million years return such a feeling. Not just because she couldn't, but because she genuinely would never like you. These thoughts clouded your mind especially today. You were headed back to the small room you were assigned to with a familiar numbness poking at the organ tucked away inside your skull. You were just about to head into your safe quarters until you heard a familiar, sultry French accent reach out to you. "Turning in so early tonight?" She purred, stopping near your door next to you. You paused and glanced over to her, the rush of your heartbeat pushed away the sensation of sorrow you were feeling.
     "Yeah um, I got everything done." You replied honestly, not wanting to stutter.
     "In that case, since you're not busy, we need to talk." Her face showed no hint as to what she wanted to talk about, but she didn't seem to be asking.
     "About...?" You ask as she walked by you, motioning you to follow her which you hesitantly did.
     "About what you're doing to me." She replied, glancing over to you with an icy stare. You shrunk a bit under her gaze, though you had no clue what she was talking about.
     "I'm sorry but I don't recall doing anything to you." You said in all honesty, not sure what she was accusing you of. Amélie remained quiet until she slowed to a stop in front of a different living quarters door. This one seemed much more furnished and the door seemed as if it offered more protection than yours, so you figured this must've been hers.
     "That's part of the problem. You don't even know what you're doing. I don't feel emotions but... I feel something with you. Tolerance maybe, but it seems different." She spoke without looking at you until she finished her words, watching you from the corner of her eye.
     "I don't know what you mean. What are you trying to say?" You had a hunch as to what she meant but the way she worded it made you so sure. Amélie groaned and looked over at you fully.
     "You're oblivious, chérie." She said before she grabbed your face and roughly pushed her lips to yours before you could comprehend what was going on. As soon as everything clicked on your mind, you wasted no time in returning the action, not wanting this moment to slip away. Once she felt you return her affection, she became a bit more straightforward, pushing you against the wall as one of her hands moved down to your hip.
     The woman opened the door beside you and pulled away from your lips to pull you inside of her room. As soon as the door closed, she grabbed your wrists and pinned your arms above you, reconnecting your lips. Suddenly it all made sense with what she was trying to say, she was much better at expressing these things with her body rather than her words.
     Your tongues met, forcing a quiet moan out from your throat. The small sound seemed to encourage her a bit more as she eventually removed her lips from yours, leaving you panting a bit as you opened your eyes half-lidded. She wasted no time in trailing kisses down the side of your neck. You instinctively tilted your head up a bit, allowing her to start grazing her teeth along the sensitive skin. A small gasp escaped your mouth, leading her to start biting and sucking, earning a better response each time.
      By the time she pulled away, you knew your neck was covered in bruise like bite marks even through you couldn't see it yourself, Amélie's look of satisfaction gave it away. She let go of your wrists and let your hands fall to your sides. She stepped back briefly to remove the uncomfortable pieces of armor she was wearing before she went back to kissing from your neck, up your jaw and to your lips.
     You felt her hands make their way under your shirt, feeling over your stomach and dragging her nails down your sides, making you squirm a bit under the sensation. She parted away from you to pull your shirt off over your head before grabbing your hips and pulling you away from the door to push you over to the bed. You sat on the edge of the mattress, looking up at her as stood in front of you, slowly pulling the spandex of her battle wear off of her shoulders and down her body until she was nearly fully exposed in front of you.
     She smirked at you as your eyes scanned down her body, taking in every inch, every divot and every edge. Amélie reached up to remove her hair tie, letting her semi messy hair fall down her back and her shoulders which only added to her appeal. You were speechless and she liked it. She walked over to you and pushed you down onto the bed by your shoulders. She started kissing on your shoulders and your chest, just below your collarbone. As she did so, you felt her unzipping and removing your pants from your legs.
     When she pulled away shortly, you moved so you were fully on the bed, sitting up. Amélie followed, holding herself up on her knees as she leaned down and roughly captured your lips in another heated kiss. Your mind was too occupied by her taste that you didn't notice her unclasping your bra until she pulled it off of you and tossed it to the side. Afterwards, she pushed you back down, laying on top of you as her mouth made its way down to your chest, kissing over your breasts and reaching behind you to grab your back end. Your breath hitched, followed by a moan as you mindlessly titled your head back.
     Amélie teased you to what felt like no end, but she eventually uncovered the sensitive area between your legs as well as her own. Tension built up in your gut as she slowly left a trail of hickeys closer and closer to where you wanted her lips the most. She took advantage of your bothered state, biting at your inner thighs a bit before finally placing her head between your legs.
     A quiet gasp escaped your lips upon feeling her place light kisses over your clitoris. She did this for a short bit before she decided that she wanted more. You felt her slowly run her thumb down from your clit over your opening, her tongue following before she pushed it inside your soaked womanhood. A moan made its way from your mouth as you mindlessly arched your back a bit. You heard Amélie moan quietly against your opening, sending a small vibration up through your gut, followed by an electric feeling.
     She grabbed your hip as she dig deeper inside you with her tongue, working her jaw strongly to give you as much pleasure as possible, and it worked. The harder she went, the louder the moans you let out, reaching down to tangle your hand in her hair. Her free hand moved to rub your clit with her thumb, rubbing strong circles on the sensitive spot. You unconsciously spread your legs further for her, being rewarded by her angling your hips a bit so her tongue roughly rubbed against your g spot.
     A loud moan left your lips as your gut twisted a bit. The sensation only worsened with each movement of her tongue until it suddenly unraveled. Your back arched again as your orgasm hit, breathy moans filling the room. Amélie kept going, though she let off quite a bit to help you finish. When she got all she could get, she pulled away from your pelvic area, leaning up to capture your lips in a lustful and passionate kiss, your hand still in her hair.
     Although the night wasn't yet over for you two, you had realized that you had finally found a reason to live, and that reason was right in front of you.