#Calamity Ashe

[letternotekisses]

ok just an ashe thought i had - bare with me now (i have been awake for too long ignore mistakes)

Ashe who - very angrily - demands the newly freed Bob to cut the ropes Cassidy had tangled her up in. She’s absolutely fuming about the loss of her bike, steam practically coming out of her ears until one of her goonies points out a sign that tells of a ranch a few miles west. A ranch meant horses - and horses meant no more blistering feet.

She first steps foot on your ranch like she owns the place, her boots kicking up dirt and sand that wisps away in the breeze. Her eyes are sharp and you can’t help but shy away from her gaze, continuing to brush one of your horses until she approaches you directly.

You’re a sweet thing - all alone on a little ranch to yourself - and Ashe can’t help but curl her ruby lips into a pleased smile, previous events all but forgotten because of the cute little cowgirl she’d caught a glimpse of. You’re quick to ask her what she’s here for, and she only wishes you’d slow down so that she could take a better look at you, her eyes roving unapologetically.

You soon find out she’s here for some horses, something sturdy and quick enough to get her back home. You can only nod along, a little entranced by her presence before you snap out of it to show her the way to your stables.

Ashe picks out Pepper from your little herd of horses - an American Quarter horse you’d had for a little while now - and is quick to seat herself upon the mares back, smoothing over her dark bay coat appreciatively. You help saddle her up and even sneak a few peppermints in for free!

Ashe then shoves a handful of cash into your hands with a sharp grin, and it’s clearly way too much money even for a sturdy horse like Pepper - but she refuses to take any of it back. You don’t argue with a woman like Ashe.

It pays for almost everything on the ranch for the rest of that entire week, and just when you’re loading pails of water for the horses you pick up on the sound of familiar hooves. And sure as shit, Ashe is trotting back inside your ranch with a toothpick hanging precariously between her lips, claiming that she needed another horse from you.

She didn’t. She had gotten a new bike. Pepper was well taken care of on an aimlessly huge stretch of land that she owned and Ashe thought it would be suitable to come and see you get her a friend. And maybe to ogle at you a little.

You end up selling some of your best horses to Ashe over the weeks that she comes to visit, and she leaves behind more and more cash every time. Soon enough you’re inviting her over simply for riding lessons, free of charge. It all goes off-course when she brings along a bottle of wine.

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It’s still technically a riding lesson, if you think about it.

You gnaw at your lip as Ashe’s crimson nails dig into the fat of your hips, the brim of of her hat sitting so low on her head that she eventually grows tired of it, plopping it onto your head with a growl that makes the heat bloom hotter between your thighs. She grins up at you like the cat who got the cream when you sink down further onto the strap with shaky legs.

“Easy now, sugar.” She chuckles lowly, her nails indenting little crescent moons into your skin as you throw your head backwards to pant softly. The fire was crackling beside you both, sweat sheening your skin as you fight the urgency to ride her til the cows come home.

The wine had made you needier, and it had flushed her pale cheeks to the point of redness. You’re twitchy and sensitive, pulsing with the need to let her lie back if it just meant you could cum, to ride her until you couldn’t think. More importantly - you wanted her to fuck you already.

You’re so cute, seated upon her lap and trembling like a leaf, pretty little pussy clenching around her strap pathetically whilst she thumbs your clit idly. There’s a smoulderingly mean look in her eyes when you even try to bounce back onto her cock to chase remnants of your pleasure, but you can’t help but still, whining pathetically for her to let you finish.

Ashe knows exactly what you want from her. She just wants to make you beg for it.

[wet--milk]

Overwatch 2 x Cowboy Bebop

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Ashe 05 by kalinkafox

[eclaire-went-bam]

hopping on the trend

[thedarcyarts]

gotta pass train time somehow

[wildwinterlunas]

What about mirrorverse Cashe just switching places. Ashe ends up with Overwatch and Cassidy is left to rot in jail until he gets out and takes over the Deadlock Gang?

You do not know how much I've thought about these two in this universe. Cause holy shit would the betrayal hit harder.

Mostly because Ashe's home life wouldn't change, her parents would still be neglectful assholes, the difference would be that unlike with cannon, Ashe would still care what they think. Basically if we switch Ashe's morals we would get an Ashe who betrayed Cassidy and the other Deadlocks for her parents approval.

This would also be an Ashe who would join Overwatch out of guilt, because she realises that she traded what could have been her real family for a dream. So she would use her weapon knowledge and connections to help Overwatch.

To help the types of people she damned when she was a kid, maybe this way she can make up for it. This Ashe would be riddled with regret, she will always be confident but a part of her holds her back, never wanting that leader position to fall on her shoulders again because she's now seen what her decisions can lead to.

Meanwhile Cassidy would be left to rot with his worst traits. He knew he would end up in jail, knew the world delt him a shitty hand, but the hand he did get dealt could at least be useful. So he uses his age to his advantage, a sob story here, a quick and easy smile there and he's out.

And of course he gets the other Deadlock members out, they have their uses and at least this way they feel indebted to him. So he becomes the charming leader of the Deadlock gang, a gang that looks small but has an immeasurable amount of unseen influence in the gangs of the south-west.

And shortly after he gets an offer he can't refuse, training by one of the best snipers in the world and by one of the biggest leaders of Talon. So he leaves Deadlock and moves onto bigger and greater things.

And eventually, despite his better judgement, he starts to trust the people he works with. But just like with Ashe they all leave him in the dust, Reyes has a "change of heart", Genji runs the first chance he gets, Moira was never on their side to begin with, and Ana tries to kill Fareeha.

The only person who ends up staying is Angela, the person who joined just around the same time he did, and unlike the others she has a plan. A plan that Cassidy can easily get behind. A plan that Cassidy can easily play his role in.

Because Angela has never been that charismatic, and every good organisation needs a face.

[sleepykamukura]

this is what liberals want your family to look like

[r0yalqueen]

Ashe 🤍

[eclaire-went-bam]

sits

would anyone want to hear me ramble abt my headcanons on what pokemon teams ow characters would run and explanations for why (specifically cassidy, hanzo and ashe)

[cheetz0]

Calamity 🌹

[garfield0-o]

Some digital stuff & coloured pen sketches ^o^

[ireneaimee-art]

Deadlock Rebel

[wet--milk]

Elizabeth Caledonia "Calamity" Ashe as Faye Valentine Overwatch 2 x Cowboy Bebop

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Ashe 01 10 by kalinkafox

[froggibus]

once again no pressure or rush!!!! but could you maybe do either ashe or sombra smut with a gn/trans masc reader? they're both so pretty and i love them aaaaa

ps: make sure to drink water and do self care!!!!!!!!

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Ride Em' Cowgirl - Ashe

Pairing: soft dom! Ashe x gn! reader

Genre: smut/nsfw

Word Count: 1k

Summary: ashe won't let you cum until she gets to ride your perfect, perfect face

CW: bondage, soft dom! Ashe, gn! reader, oral, face sitting, slight suffocation, Ashe calls reader ‘buttercup’, abrupt ambiguous ending, pure smut no plot

hey puppy anon! so sorry it took me so long to get to this one! i was really excited to write some ashe on this blog but i've yet to try writing a trans reader & wasn't sure how to navigate it! (if you have any tips i will gladly take them! i just didn't wanna accidentally trigger someone) i would love to write some more ashe in the future if you have any ideas! hope you're doing well ^^ also it is CRIMINAL we don't have an ashe comic yet

“Well,” Ashe coos, her usual Southern drawl thick with lust, “don’t you look good enough to eat?”

Your body heats in response, sending a thousand volts of electricity through every nerve in your body. You squirm from where you lay on the bed, straining your wrists against the soft silk ties that bind your hands to the bed frame.

She drags a long, manicured nail up your thigh. The motion is soft but deadly, just enough pressure applied to make it sting, but never enough to actually wound you. Your teary eyes stay glued to the red of her nails as they drag up your leg, landing dangerously close to the line of your underwear. 

A small, desperate whimper slips from your lips and you find yourself wishing your hands weren’t bound so you could hide your embarrassment in your palms. Ashe chuckles, the sound so foreign from her usual lighthearted, teasing laugh that it sends a shiver down your spine.

You swallow thickly. “A-ashe.”

Red eyes meet yours through a mess of dark lashes and eyeliner. She hums in response, staring through you as she waits for what you have to say next. Her gaze is piercing, shrinking—making you feel small in that delicious way only she can.

“I need you,” you say softly, surprising even yourself by the meekness of your own voice. “Please,” you add.

She considers this, tapping her chin as if in deep thought. You wait with not a breath in your body, trying to exercise patience despite the aching between your legs. Though she always takes such good care of you in the end, sometimes she can be the absolutely cruellest on the journey there, and you have little patience left.

She sighs, as if she’s just made the hardest decision of her life. “You take good care of me,” she states, a devilish smirk on her lips, “and I’ll take good care of you.”

You nod eagerly, shifting through your restraints to slide further down the bed. You watch her through hooded, lust filled eyes as she slowly slips out of the black, lacy panties that cover her glistening pussy. The dark fabric sticks to her core from the wet of her own slick and a gasp leaves her lips as they detach and drop to the floor to pool at her ankles.

You swallow once more, wetting your lips with your tongue in anticipation as she stalks her way over to where you lay helplessly on the bed. She reaches over, cupping your face with her hands, and presses a hot, needy kiss to your lips.

You lose yourself against her, whining into her mouth and smearing her perfect red lipstick all over the both of you. She drags a nail down your cheek, running it along the length of your jaw. Her familiar taste of warm honey and sweet whisky floods your mouth, reacting like pure alcohol in your bloodstream.

She pulls away, a sloppy string of saliva falling from her mouth and sticking to your skin. You’re given only a minute to catch your breath before she’s straddling your chest, sliding back until her soaking, sweet pussy is hovering an inch above your face.

You don’t need her to tell you what she wants, you’ve been in this position often enough. You strain against your binds, lifting your head enough to prod at her clit with your nose. She moans at the contact, lowering her hips even more so her cunt just barely sits on your lips.

You dive in, lapping up her hot slick like it’s the only thing you’ve ever tasted. You swirl your tongue in figure eights around her sensitive clit, dragging it down to your throbbing entrance, and repeating the motion again. Despite the way her thighs muffle your ears, you can hear her panting above you, hear the moans that slip from her lips.

“Fuck.” She groans, voice barely more than a purr. “S’like you were made for eating pussy, buttercup.”

She digs her cunt further into your face, pressing down so hard you can barely manage a breath between your laps around her folds. Heat flares in your core at her words and you clench your thighs together in an attempt to get any sort of relief, any sort of friction.

Ashe rolls her hips across your face, digging her fingers through her silky white hair as she rides your lips to orgasm. Each flick of your tongue and each hot breath taken when she lets you up for air only spurs her closer and closer to the edge. She almost finds herself wishing your hands were free, if only so you could thrust them into her cunt and curl them into that sweet spot inside of her.

“That’s it,” she says through shaky breaths. “So good for me, chokin’ on my cunt. Fuck.”

You choke, the warmth of her pussy pressed so tight against your face you can’t possibly breathe. Still, you love it. You shut your eyes tightly and nuzzle further between her legs, taking every thrust and bounce of her hips in stride and using it as leverage to further shove your tongue into her core.

Her thighs tighten around your face, squishing your cheeks until it almost hurts, and then she’s gushing on your face. Wave after wave of sweet slick gushes onto you, soaking your lips and nose and chin and neck. You drink it all up, sucking at her entrance as she comes undone around you.

Finally, her thighs relax and she lets herself roll off of you, sweet air hitting your lungs at last. You gasp for it, drinking up the oxygen almost as greedily as you drank up her cum. Your skin feels impossibly hot, the cold air of the room like pin pricks against your post pussy-eating flush.

She props herself up on shaking thighs and pulls you in for another devouring kiss. Her tongue pops into your mouth, swirling around and tasting herself on your gums. She moans into the kiss, whether at the taste or at the way you wrestle her tongue against hers, you’ll never know.

She pulls back, red eyes peering into yours so intensely you almost forget how to breathe. Her hand trails down your bare stomach, nails just barely dipping into your underwear. “Now,” she says, mischief glowing in her eyes, “my turn to take care of you.”

You gulp, a shiver trailing up your spine in anticipation. You strain against the restraints and wonder what the hell you’ve gotten yourself into. 

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[mananak07]

moira x ashe, mei x mercy, moira x mercy, and mercy x widow