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Huhu! Sry same gal again from last req! I just realized with my last request that bw!assistant timeline with the bw cast could be maybe fun to read if you got any hc or drabbles for it :D also Im considering rn to make some doodles based on some of your post/hcs they r just too goooooood<33 i feel inspired

(18+mdni) anon i would go apeshit for doodles that is so SWEET, take my random ass thoughts on this cuz we love assistant reader here on my blog!!

Gabriel is the stern figurehead who keeps everyone in line, and is probably tied with Moira in last place in terms to warming up to the whole sharing idea. He's easily swayed once you settle in though, because you're good at your job and help keep whatever stress he has mounting at bay. (Shoulder massages and plentiful glasses of bourbon whiskey goes a long way.) He often has to step in when the boys are being a tad too rough with you, reminding Genji & Cassidy that bench pressing you as a test of strength in whatever dick measuring contest they have going on won't mean anything when he's around because he's your favourite anyway.

Behind closed doors is a little different. Gabriel allows you an insight to his tender side, not only his stress but his wants and desires. Many a night have you been spread over thick thighs, quivering legs braced either side of him as he works, a smug smile spread over his lips as you twitch around him and beg for any semblance of relief as he steadies you with a large hand on your hip. He won't relent until you're blubbering and flexing your cute little nails into his skin, barely able to make a dent in him as his fat cock nudges against the deepest parts of you. Only then will Gabriel coo mockingly at you, putting his datapad down to fuck you silly over his desk.

You're kept safe and and warm and hidden. Tucked away like one of Blackwatch's many secrets. Gabe protects what belongs to him, and as far as he's concerned? You're one of his, and he's happy to do what it takes to keep it that way. (Plus, his boys like you. And it keeps them busy enough to stop annoying him.)

Cassidy laid the charm on thick as soon as you stepped through the damn door. A pretty secretary, just for them? Oh, he was smitten from the get go. He spends most of his free time draped over your desk as you type away, shooting him an amused look every now and then when you catch him giving you goo-goo eyes. You ask him why he would bore himself like this, and he always replies in the same old way that has your heart fluttering every time. Ain't nothing boring around you, darlin. Reyes often drags him off by the scruff, his hat drooping clumsily on his head as he blows a kiss to you on the way out.

Usually the one to help keep a sense of normalcy for you within Blackwatch, often taking you out to bars and bistros he's familiar with despite Reyes' warnings. Cassidy will happily take any scolding for you, anything to see the pretty secretary smile.

And I'm afraid to say it, but he's an absolute horndog who can't get enough of the attention you give him. Even just curling your fingers under his hairy chin to pull him in for a cheeky kiss has Cassidy harder than stone, the hot mass prodding into your thigh persistently until you do something about it. And if he's not humping into your pretty pussy at the speed of light or eating you out with utmost enjoyment, then he's plopping his hat onto your head while you ride him within an inch of his life. Giddyup, Cowgirl.

Genji was almost elusive when first meeting you, but his hesitation's quickly sobered when you didn't treat him like a monster because of his synthetic appearance. He started to avoid you less and less until he began inviting you along to meditate, or vying for your attention in silly, stupid bets with Cassidy. He's a little old fashioned in his approach, too, leaving behind meaningful gifts at your desk to show that he listens and cares. And whilst he's outwardly the sweetest, you know the mischief that lies behind Genji's cool exterior.

(You take him up on his offer to train you, just a few basic moves so that you can defend yourself. And as good as you get, he'll always be better, putting your ass on the mat for the millionth time and making you pout playfully when he chalks it up to his ninja skills, a humble offering to soothe your bruised ego.)

And he definitely puts his ninja skills to good use by sneaking up on you, making you jump as he surrounds you from behind, your soft body settling perfectly against his own. He takes advantage of the positioning to part your soft thighs from behind, the skin so plush and unmarred unlike his own, Genji can't help but want to bury himself within it. It's often how you end up being fingered until you can barely speak, or being eaten out from under your desk while you try not to break your cool. And when he's not making your life hell by trying to get you caught, he's whisking you away to somewhere a little more private so he can fuck your thighs and bury his face into your neck to inhale that warm scent of yours.

Moira is on strict orders not to scare you off, but the warning only entices her closer. She's slow to approach, like you're a rabbit that might break into a sprint once you catch a hint of her wolfish scent on the wind. But you don't. You're a hardy, spirited little thing and she certainly wants a piece of you now, listening to you talk with her hands clasped behind her back and her head inclined towards you, her eyes bright and predatory and intrigued. It has you flustered and often seeking her approval, something she likes.

As odd as any other Blackwatch agent may find her, you often find yourself drawn back to Moira's presence. You talk about any and all things to her and most times her response is something so decadently intelligent that it flusters you to no end, and she's all too pleased to indulge in whatever information about yourself that you share to her.

She also enjoys using her knowledge to her advantage, helping you discover new things about your body that you may not have even known yourself, pushing you to absolute limits with experiments purely for her own enjoyment. Experiments such as the amount of times you can cum in one session with her, good thing she knows the exact right spot to reach with her fingers, hm?

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GAHHHHH THE LAST REAPER ONE HAD MY EYES PISSING FOR SOME REASON!? Love the nsfw slowburn and angst from that one. Can I kindly request for more?c:

Also cuz I don’t think I have seen that before on your blog could we get maybe a Bw!Gabe version with miss sunshine assistant this time?c: If u dont do the older timelines i would be also happy with grumpy reaps<3 love ur writing style btw u write all of the man so well wtf I’m addicted 😭

(18+mdni) anon u cutie<3 im hungover and gave my hand a try at bw reyes for the 1st time so im so sorry if its bad!

Reyes figured you were a plant, at first.

A little spy sent from Jack to gather up parts of intel that the golden boy of Overwatch could stick his nose into, to publicise the parts Reyes would rather stay hidden. And it was just like Morrison to send him someone so sweet and unassuming under the pretence of 'extra help', someone who'd bring him coffee with no complaints and organise his files with a smile. Someone to take some of that weight from his shoulders. It took a long time for Gabriel to even look in your direction at first, and even longer for him to start giving you any tasks.

(Although, that was partly your own doing. You'd stormed into his office one day when you were assured that he had no more meetings, jabbing a finger into the solid wall that was chest as you heatedly told him off over his flippant treatment towards you. Where Gabe then realised you were in fact not a honeypot, and rather just a very passionate young woman who wants to do her job. He let you chastise him until you were panting softly, where he then calmly asked you to make him a coffee, which had you thanking him in a tone almost too aggressive to be anything other than exasperatedly pleased. It was a slow start, but a start nonetheless.)

As much as he hated it, Gabriel soon came to rely on you for things. You knew every aspect of his schedule, knew how dark he took his coffee and even knew how to handle Genji and Cassidy when they started another stupid bet that had the vein in his forehead ready to burst. Gabe had become sickeningly attached to your presence at his side, clipboard in hand and an excited lilt in your voice for the day ahead. So bright eyed and bushy tailed it made him run hot with want and sick with guilt because he feared that Blackwatch would ruin you, and yet, he didn't want you to go.

And the threat of Jack plucking you back up and off to Overwatch still looms over him thickly like a storm cloud, has him drawn tight and stiff with uncharacteristic stress because he knows its something Jack can hold over his head, something he'd beg for like a dog, too.

You're too good for him and Reyes knows it. Too soft, sweet and kind compared to someone like him who runs with fire in his blood and stress hard wired in, and yet you're always there to pick up the pieces in a way that's well past professional. Letting him fuck your throat and use your mouth in in one of the many storage closets littering the hallways, in a slow stretch that makes pretty tears glitter in your eyes and has him whispering through grit teeth about how much of a good girl you are for helping him melt away some of that stress. Has him holding your hair back in a firm and tender grasp, thumbing your forehead like you were lovers.

In which, a part of him would like to be. He'd like to bring you back to his bed and tell you between breathy whispers that he loves you. To promise a ring around your finger between each slow thrust that has you gasping into his tan skin, scratching at his weathered back and whimpering his name. You're his in every way but that and it eats him from the inside out, tears his heart out his chest and eats it right in front of him because Gabriel knows he can't tether you to a man like him.

A man that isn't quite so human, something's hollow and missing and he plugs it with anger so white-hot that it fries him up inside. Time is running out and you know you're in danger by his side but you do it anyway. Gabriel knows that losing you means the world will have to burn and it makes something dark and smoky billow in his chest.

And after the Venice incident, he starts to feel that heat creep up behind him.

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God full Nelson with mauga... my husbannnddddddddd pleaseeee 😫

-Mauga anon

18+

ughhhhh omg anon I am so drunk rn but holy shit mauga

he’d put you in a full nelson just to see you struggle, to watch himself disappear inside of you, stretching you wide and filling you full no matter how much you whine🤭 he’d headlock you too, just to see how you lose your mind as he splits you open on his fat cock and cums in your cunt

he wouldn’t stop there though, bending you into all sorts of positions until your eyes have rolled back into your skull, pussy quivering around him for the millionth time because he refuses to cum more than you

laughing heartily in your ear to mock you that turns into heated murmurs against your skin, tight lipped nothings that he turns into promises soon after…

mauga makes it a challenge, if anything

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very drunk rn and thinking abt doomfist putting his pretty assistant in a full nelson as an ultimate show of strength, where she’s drooling can barely think about anything other than his big fat cock splitting her open🫶🫶🫶

send me ur freaky thoughts I need him soooo bad🥲

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on my period rn & it’s actually the most hellish thing ever 😭😭 someone save me

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The way you write doom is so good???? I don't really have anything specific in mind so I'm gonna humbly request more assistant reader 🙂‍↕️🤤🙂‍↕️

(vv light nsfw but mostly sappy) just some little random thought i had abt the big boss n his pretty assistant, im sleep deprived but i lobe them💔

Akande is exceptionally thoughtful, even if it may seem out of character for him. He has you hang off of his arm at every gala, casino or social event that he may be privy to, his tie consistently matching whatever colour dress you dawn for the night. It also matches the colour of the lingerie you're wearing beneath said dress, but that's only for him to know.

And he often enjoys watching you doll yourself up for these things, adjusting his suit cuffs nearby while you powder your face at the vanity in his room, with the cosmetics he paid for. Almost everything you own was bought by Akande, and rightfully so, with the positions he's bending you into - that deserves a treat or ten.

And then there's something so deceptively domestic about zipping up your dress for you, his thick fingers grazing the slope of your back in a soft, lingering touch that soon ends with you bent over said vanity. But it also ignites softer, tender tidings. One's where he carries you over the threshold to your room when you've had a little too much wine at the gala, snorting softly and placing your heels by the door before he climbs in beside you when you're already out like a light as soon as you hit the bed.

One's where you've made a diabolical mess of the staffroom kitchen and Akande is utterly confused on why you're sobbing when everything can be easily replaced and cleaned up, but he can only laugh softly when you sniffle and admit that the cupcakes were meant for him.

One's where he covers sharp corners with his palm when you walk past or bend down. One's where he grabs you something from that high shelf or palms your abdomen with his larger, warmer hands to soothe a particularly bad cramp.

The one's where he's whispering 'I love you's' over and over against your ear and into your skin between slow, filling thrusts that have you babbling his name in small, soft pleas.

It's all so deceptively domestic, he realises, when he's doing the morning crossword in bed as you snore softly against his chest, legs intertwined as sunlight streams through the blinds and reflects off of his reading glasses.

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life with hazard & mauga (nsfw) 

gentleman (nsfw) 

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MORE REAPER AND ASSISTANT PLZ.......OH MY GAH

(18+mdni) warning: i say the word clockwork too many times and also sex happens i guess

It's the small things that show he really cares, no matter how many times he tells you gruffly to shut up.

Gabriel sulks until the early hours of the morning, perched like a carrion bird until the light streams through the room and washes away most of the darkness shrouding him. He can't sleep, restless and agitated, spurred on by the simmering pain of his cells regenerating at a rapid pace that keep him alive and watching the halls like Talon's resident ghoul. He marinates in a thick gloom, festering under a bone-white mask like a children's nightmare.

That is, until you wake up. If he's not already in your room - the defences flimsy to someone like him - waking you up so deliciously by parting your soft, pyjama-less thighs with his clawed gauntlets and stretching your cunt open on his thick cock, then he's waiting routinely for you in the 'staff-room.'

Every single day. Like clockwork, he's there. You always make two cups of steaming coffee, even though he never touches it and it often goes cold, simply staring as the steam rises and dissipates. It's early, all but a select few still asleep, and still a half hour before Akande has you organising documents and booking his meetings, a short period where Reaper has you all to himself.

He doesn't talk because he doesn't need to. You fill the silence with some trivial drabble about a new show you'd seen or some menial gossip you'd heard along the grapevine of Talon's many inconsequential minions. It's normal. Too normal for someone like Gabe, but you help him pretend. You're all too happy to see him, chirping over your coffee like all is right with the shadow beside you. It makes him feel sick, something all too sweet and sappy filling his chest and drowning his lungs, cloying and thick and all too unlike him. But if you pause your chatter under the pretence that he isn't listening, he'll turn towards you with a stare so hard you can feel the burn through his mask until you continue.

You punctuate your idle chatter with small sips from your drink, its your own coffee that you share with him - not the shitty burnt crap that the staff room provides. A small gesture, innocent and sickeningly sweet that makes him want to scoff. But he sneaks a sip when your back is turned, and it's nice, good stuff - expensive stuff. It's a waste on him but yet you do it anyway.

The next day he's there like clockwork, only, there's the brand of coffee you use in place of the usual rubbish. He doesn't meet your gaze, nor does he accept the dopey smile he can see you doing out of the corner of his eye. He is not a kind man, your coffee is just better, so he bought some for himself, that's all. Gabriel definitely doesn't scare off any others apart from you who try to use it, definitely not.

You make him softer, sanding down his rough edges until he's tame and palatable. Until he's traipsing behind you in the halls like a lost dog, waiting at the foot of your bed like a good boy. Sit, speak, heel. Like clockwork.

It's not all bad, though. You let him in at night, a flash of his ghoulish cloak disappearing behind closed doors, welcoming him into your warmth with open arms and sweet whispers. You let him take what he needs from your softness, growling and kissing his teeth against your neck as he ruts into your cunt, leg hooked over his hip as he buries a place for himself inside you.

He leaves bruises and bite marks, danger and destruction left in his wake, yet, you still appear in the staff room every morning on time, chattering away - like clockwork. You tasted danger and let it between your legs, into your bed and between your sheets. You reward him for his softness in the mornings by letting him ravage you at night. And suddenly, everything is a little less bad.

The Reaper is a creature of habit - lead by instinctual need, everything he does, is like clockwork.

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letterrrr ohhh lettteerrr

do you still write for the trapper

i need more of him after i’ve read that old one

pleaseeeeeee

(18+mdni) oh!!! a trapper request in my inbox!!! at last!! pls take whatever this is!!

You'd become much too accustomed to the jaws of his traps.

You could spot the rusty metal primed along the greenery, sharp edges glinting at you through the foliage and casting a shadow in the moonlight. Every creak or groan of the weary steel you had memorised, each one presenting a different meaning, whether he be setting it down to snare the delicate ankles of your poor friends, or cleaning it over his lap in the quiet, whispering heart of the entity.

You'd been around him too much. His gnarled mask always reflecting shimmers of the campfire over your shoulder, draining the crackling warmth from your bones. Eventually your guilt crept in and sunk its claws deep, cloying enough to spur you away from the safety of the campfire and lead him away where he couldn't hurt any of the other survivors in a territorial dispute. But as far as Evan was concerned, you were already his.

It's only fair that you come home with him. After all, you'd spent far too long wandering those woods aimlessly. A constant tingle up your spine that read Evan wasn't far behind, herding you towards the MacMillan estate like a wolf in careful pursuit of a rabbit, hoping it doesn't catch his scent on the wind. He wants you to think it's your idea, to send you fleeing right into the centre of his grounds so he can swoop in and claim you on home turf, snapping you up into the hungry, slobbering jaws of the wolf.

And so, much to his macabre delight, the Ironworks became your second home. And in his domain, it became almost impossible to avoid him. But Evan was a patient man, he'd waited and worked so hard for the Entity, he won't spoil it all by scaring you off, to send you bolting back into the woods like your instinctual nature told you to.

Even if he wanted to take chase, to hunt you down and pin you in the dirt like his own instincts screamed, to bare his jaws around your throat and feel your pulse hammer beneath his tongue. To tempt fate as he indulges in your soft, unmarred flesh.

Eventually you become needy. Lonely and starved of whatever fleeting comforts you had back at that shabby little campfire, and he doesn't even have to chase you down because you start sniffing around. You come to him, peeping around the basement wall at him with wide, cautious eyes as he's tending to the jaws of his traps. Strong, beefy arms tensing with each pull of the creaking metal, the work almost so artful you don't think he notices your gaze.

He does. Letting you inch closer and closer to him under the pretence that he hasn't caught wind of you, until he can hear the soft breaths parting your pretty lips. Evan is a vast monster of a man, but he takes your hand tenderly to guide you onto his lap, spreading you over a thick thigh and luring you closer with gentle, uncharacteristic touches. It's an unspoken agreement, the security of his arms extended either side of you while he gets back to work and you sap the horribly human warmth from his skin. You feel guilt billow thickly in your lungs as his heavy breaths cast down onto the nape of your neck, shame flooding your body with heat - because you like it.

You shift, squirming as if uncomfortable and it has the Trapper pausing behind you, letting the traps mechanisms clatter down onto the wooden workbench loudly as his breathing thickens against your skin. His overalls are thick and rough, doing exactly what they're designed to do, but it doesn't mask the hot mass prodding your inner thigh. It doesn't mask your shame, either, but that doesn't stop you from grinding against it like a desperate bitch in heat. What would the others think?

He rasps against you, huge body wired straight as a hand encompasses the fat of your hip and kneads it, encouraging you, take what you need. Pitiful whimpers mingling with the chittering whispers of the Entity as you get off using a monster man twice your size, but the gnarled carving of his mask scraping your shoulder reveals who's really in control.

He grunts, gruff and mean when he yanks your trousers down, two thick, probing fingers pulling your underwear aside to find his prize - his gift for being so patient. You make a low noise that reads shame at how wet you were when he pulled his fingers away, but he only laughs cruelly, raspy and hedonistic against your skin, his chest vibrating and sending skittering goosebumps across your flesh. Evan scoots you up, wedging you between him and the worktop, his big fingers stuffing themselves into your went cunt deeply enough to make you jolt, squeezing him impossibly deeper with a shameful squeal.

Evan wants to devour you, blood rushing past his ears between your soft cries and his heavy breathing muting out around his dirty thoughts, but there would be time for that later. You were so pliant, soft and sweet as he twists his fingers, your lips forming a small 'o' as your cunt greedily accepts him in. He was rewarding you, tender and giving before he got his way, for being so good and accepting him as the only one for you, for welcoming him in and being so warm, so inviting around his fingers.

He - the Trapper, a beast you should have stayed away from - follows your every move, drawn tight like a predator ready to spring, you arch your hips higher to chase the climbing pleasure, to help angle his thick fingers deep inside and excite him by squeezing down, offering yourself up like dinner to the hungry wolf. It isn't long before he reaches the end of his patience, his hospitality waning as his hand encompasses your side, kneading the plush flesh as he manhandles you into a position that suits him.

Face down, ass up. Pretty pussy all on display for him as he pulls himself free, his fat cock hot, hard and heavy in his hand. You wiggle your hips invitingly - and he all but snarls. Pressing you down harshly as he mounts you from behind, thick tip brushing through your folds and making you twitch before he roughly pushes inside and drives himself deep, heavy balls twitching against your backside. Your legs are spread wide to accommodate his sheer size, your soft breasts heaving with each struggling breath as he forces your jaw open, hooking two huge, salty fingers behind your molars to grant leverage to fuck your cunt harder, deeper. Evan wants to tear into your softness, bury a place for himself and root deep, to make sure you remember the feel of him inside. Each soft noise that escapes you is laden with want and dirty shame, but he'd take you back and fuck you in front of them all if that's what it took to prove his claim over you.

He'll bend you over any surface and rut into you until it sticks, while you whimper and moan at the aching stretch between your legs, prodding deep against your cervix until you feel him in your belly. If you sit on his face he'll eat his way to your heart. He wants and wants and wants, an insatiable starving beast quelled only by the flowery scent of your skin, and the fact you came to him first meant you wanted too, you were just too shameful to verbalise it.

That's okay. He'll fuck it out of you no matter how long, or how many tries it takes.

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gaz is a munch (nsfw)

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bodyguard (nsfw)

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found you (nsfw)

come to him (nsfw) 

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