#Jesse McCree fanfiction

[nori-writes]

Hi there! May I request Cassidy with an s/o who can easily fluster him? Thank you in advance if you do this!

“You love it.”

Cassidy x Reader

W/C: 850+

A/N: YESS, I love Cassidy requests, sadly this is the last one I have (feel free to send more 👀) I’ve been obsessed with Overwatch recently especially Cassidy and Hanzo. One last funny little thing that I wanna share. So basically the way I write his accent is a just quietly talk to myself while I’m writing because I have a southern accent myself. Just thought it was a lil funny thing to share.

Also this isn’t proof read AT ALL. I wrote this in a couple periods of school.

Cole loves complimenting and flirting with you as often as he gets the chance to.

But as soon as you throw a compliment back at him he is a flustered mess.

Typically he's just fine taking a compliment from someone like another agent in Overwatch but when it's from you?

God help him.

Whenever he’s flustered he’ll pull his hat from his head to cover his face and take a moment to collect himself before even thinking about replying to you

It’s literally adorable.

Claims to hate it

He loves it.

He’ll glance over them and claim that your words don’t affect him

They most definitely do.

It was around midnight and Cassidy still hadn’t managed to find his way into bed. He had returned from a mission earlier and had meant to go home hours ago to change, shower, or even just to see you. God, he always missed you. Instead, he sat on a part of the counter in the base's kitchen, lights out, eating some cookies that Brigitte had made for all of Overwatch to enjoy and enjoy he did.

They were amazing, perfectly cooked but still a nice chewable, gooey texture to them with the perfect amount of chocolate chips and hit the spot at this time of night. If he was being completely honest though, he hadn’t realised how late it was getting to be. If he had he would’ve scurried his way home by now.

Though, the silence in the Overwatch kitchen at night was a weirdly comforting thing. The curtains were open just enough to bring in the perfect amount of moonlight to illuminate everything so that you weren’t tripping over stuff in the dark.

After a couple more cookies Cole had finally decided to pull out his phone and check the time which had read to be almost 1:00 AM. Determining that it was already far too late for him to be awake he decided on one last cookie before he would finally make his way to your shared bed for the night.

He pulled his last cookie out of the jar before taking a bite out of it as he realised your figure stood in the doorway, “Hey sweet pea, what’re you doin’ up at this hour?”

You left the doorway making your way closer to Cole. He noted that you were in pyjamas meaning that you had already been in bed as your voice came out in a groggy tone, “Someone had mentioned that you were back from your mission earlier today, I hadn’t seen you so I came looking for you. Missed your handsome face.”

He internally thanked that he had left the lights off when he came in here earlier, had he not the only thing to hide how embarrassingly red his face was currently would’ve been his hat. The hat which he wasn’t wearing currently.

There was an outline of a smile that came across your face, you weren’t able to fully see his reaction but you knew the effect that your words had on him. He was always the one who flirted with other people, never the other way around so when you threw his words right back at him the reaction was nothing but the best. He took a second to gather himself before he even thought about replying to you.

“Sorry, I hadn’t been lookin’ at the time. I meant to come n’ see you earlier. I kinda got caught up with Brigitte’s cookies, these things are amazing,” He praised the cookies while taking a bite out of the one he had grabbed before he noticed you were in the room.

You shook your head in agreement, hopping up on the counter next to him, laying your head onto his shoulder, “You thinking about heading to bed anytime soon?”

“Just ‘bout to after I finished this last cookie,” you let out a small hum of acknowledgement to his words looking up at his face, “Somethin’ on your pretty little mind sugar?”

You shook your head, “Nothing just you, all the time.”

All he could do was sigh with a smile on his face, the blush of his face much more visible with the closeness of the two of you, “Can’t be just sayin’ stuff that.”

“Yes I can, and you love it.”

As always if you enjoyed my masterlist is here

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Recover: Cole Cassidy x Reader

Everything was in ruins. Everything was destroyed, up in flames and smoke. The once proud, Overwatch banner fluttering in the Swiss wind is now ash. You were one of the lucky ones returning from fighting, even luckier to miss watching the explosion happen.

Countless dead, many more lying in rows of rooms in the now overcrowded hospital in the next city over.

In the chaos and panic, it was only another stab at Ceaser’s back to know both Strike Commander Morrison and Blackwatch Commander Reyes were both missing, Moira O'Deorain as well. Even in these tragic times, the leaders were missing, gone from the wreckage.

You felt numb, only watching on as the death toll rose overnight in the hospital. No time to grieve, as soon as you all started to weep for one, three more followed soon.

But even in these tragic times, it was warming to see those recover quickly. Genji Shimada of the Blackwatch division was one of them, only needing replacement parts welded back onto him before he too roamed the rooms with you.

But you both found yourselves hanging around one room in particular.

Cole’s room.

It was puppy love, really, but you couldn’t help but feel like a teenager again with how he complimented you. Those tips of his hats to you, all of the little gestures, the growling southern drawl, the winking… Even throughout the chaos of what was Overwatch and Blackwatch, you both found time to… get to know each other better.

He made you feel all fuzzy inside, warm and happy in the cruel world of war you all were forced into. But now, as you look over his body lying lifelessly in the hospital bed, you felt hollow.

His left forearm had been completely blown off, the elbow missing completely. Shattered ribcage and gashes that had him stitched up worse than old children’s toys. His right knee already prepped to have metal implanted later today as his kneecap was missing.

His once hearty tan now pale under the unforgiving hospital lights. Dark circles under his eyes made him look like the undead. All of the bruising and scratches only hurt you the more you looked at them.

You refused to leave his side when you could stay, only really leaving to help out or when he was wheeled back in for more time under the knife. Genji, Ana, Angela and Reinhardt would always walk in on you, clutching Cole’s right hand as you furiously tried to stay awake, wanting to be there when he woke up.

That’s where you were right now, sat in the uncomfortable chair, hunched over onto the hospital bed, elbows digging into the thin mattress as you kept your head up with one hand as the other was linked with Cole’s. It was hard to keep your aching eyes open, the monotone beeping of the machines had started to lull you to sleep once, earning you a mark on the forehead from when your elbows gave out and your head smacked the railing on the bed.

Genji had dropped by earlier, sat with you for a bit in silence before being called away by Angela needing to tune up his cybernetics.

You only perked up as the door opened once more.

Ana had walked in, looking at you gently before looking back at Cole.

“They have his arm’s blueprints ready. Torbjorn is making it now,” she offered, smiling softly at you. You only nodded your head slightly, covering your mouth as you yawned. “How long has it been since you’ve slept?”

“I don’t know,” you stated. “I wanna be here when he wakes up.”

“What good will that do? You’ve already hit your head once from not sleeping, it could be something worse soon.”

“Ana, I’ll be fine. I’ve been through worse sleep-deprived.”

“That doesn’t matter. You can’t stay up with coffee and force. You need rest.

Please.” She stayed silent for just a moment. “Cole would want you to.”

Just the mention of his name brought tears to your eyes. You sniffed and sat back in the chair, never unlinking your fingers from his hand.

“I’ll nap in a bit.”

“(Y/N),” she warned.

Damn her motherly tone.

“One more hour. And then I’ll rest.”

Ana sighed, knowing full and well that in one hour, you would be defying your promise and staying up, waiting patiently for Cole to wake up. Without saying another word, she left the room, leaving you to near silence.

You had no idea how much time had passed, most likely another two hours before the door opened again. It was Ana again, Reinhardt behind her, no doubt the muscle if you refused and latched yourself onto the bed as to not go.

“You’re still up,” she noted.

You felt awful, you were exhausted but you didn’t want to sleep without knowing Cole will be alright. So many things could go wrong in your sleep. You couldn’t bear to know that you weren’t there as he died.

“Come on, (Y/n),” Reinhardt stepped out of the way of the door, “it is time to rest.”

Knowing the German soldier would not leave this room without you in tow, you gave up. Defeated, you finally let go of Cole’s hand and stood on quaking feet. They both smiled, knowing you would finally sleep and take care of yourself.

They both stepped outside into the hallway, allowing you to look over Cole once more from his scruffy hair and sunken face to his pale, clammy body that was mostly hidden beneath the hospital sheets.

As you stepped after the two, you stopped and coiled up at the softest groan, fearing that it was just a hallucination. But as you looked to Ana and Reinhardt, their wide eyes were confirmation that you weren’t hearing things.

You practically flung yourself back into your seat, grasping at Cole’s hand, crying as you saw his eyelids flutter and split open just a bit. You heaved and sobbed, suddenly breaking apart as he gently squeezed your trembling hands, gazing at you out of the corner of his eye.

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Yeehan fic teaser

[tiefworks]

“Thunder” - CHAPTER SEVENTEEN [On AO3]  →

Summary: The year is 20XX. The world has fallen into disarray from the growing threat of vampires. Only one group of men and women are brave enough to slay these monsters and search for a cure for the virus - Overwatch. But it's not always so easy to resist a vampire. Vampire/Vampire Slayer AU. Alternating POVs. Boombox (Junkrat/Lúcio) is the primary relationship, with MercyHog (Roadhog/Mercy) as a secondary relationship and YeeHan (Cassidy/Hanzo) as a tertiary relationship. All chapter art is done by me!

ARCHIVE WARNING: Contains graphic depictions of violence.

Dawn of the final chapter - 12k words remain.

Please be sure to read the end of chapter notes!!

[tonberry-yoda]

Out Like a Light - Cole Cassidy

notes - my tumblr bbygurl bff gave me a cute little brainrot, so i had to write this tee hee. Honestly, thank you for sharing his beautiful face with me dude because i forgot how much i loved this cowboy. Would kiss, 10/10 word count - 585 summary - you finally get a break from your job, but miss your boyfriend. when he comes home, you don't have much of a break, but get to finally relax with him like you wanted <3 tags - @cerezzzita <3333

You hummed to yourself while you made dinner, wearing nothing but a tank top and some low sweatpants. Today was a good day, so you were smiling like an idiot while the frying pan was sizzling.

Not often did you get breaks from Overwatch, but when you did, it was always a good time where you could just stay home and do whatever you wanted.

It just kind of sucked that you couldn't spend that time with your boyfriend, who didn't get to take the day off.

But then again, it was always nice to get a break from that cowboy sometimes.

Speaking of, you heard the door click open and the spur of his boots clink on the ground.

"Cole, baby, is that you?" you asked over the sizzling food.

"Yup. Just me, pumpkin, don't worry." He sounded tired.

"How was your day?"

You saw him turn the corner and gasped as he was covered in scratches and bruises that were covered up to their best ability.

"Oh my god, what happened?" you asked, rushing over to him.

"Oh this? It's nuthin'. Don't worry about me, m'kay?" He pressed a kiss to your forehead and took a seat at the dining room table.

"Dammit, Cassidy, I hate when you come home looking like this."

"You've come home worse." he chuckled.

"Yeah, but I can deal with it. I don't like you all hurt."

"I'm fine." he reassured you, watching you cook. "It's just little stuff, that's all. Hurts like hell, but I'm fine."

You sighed. "You better be."

"You know what would help though?"

You cocked an eyebrow when you saw him smirk. "What?"

"Warm dinner. A nice shower. And some cuddle time with my honey."

You smiled. "That does sound nice."

He stood up and walked over to you semi-weakly, but managed to wrap his arms around you, rubbing his thumbs lightly over your waist.

"Smells good." he said.

"Thanks."

"Mhm." He kissed your head and leaned his chin there, just watching you cook. "How was your day off?"

"Relaxing. But I missed you."

"Course you did."

"Shut up." you giggled, plating both of your food.

As you two ate, he told you all about his day fighting dozens of different people and winning, but leaving with pain like no other. How Torb had to swoop in and help, trying to carry Cassidy's fat ass.

You laughed with him and he couldn't help but blush at you.

"All right. Wanna take that shower?" You took both of the empty plates and put them in the sink for later.

"Yes please." he sighed.

You pressed a kiss to his jaw and led him to the shower.

You helped wash all the dry blood off of his body and even washed his hair, which he nearly melted due to the way your nails dug into his scalp.

After the shower though, he wanted to spoil you and carried you to your bed, pressing kisses all over your face.

"St-Stop!" you giggled. "Be careful, Cole, you're still recovering."

"Eh, I'm fine." He kissed you on the lips and looked at you with loving eyes. "If anything, this is making me feel better."

You cupped his face and gave him a kiss on the nose before scratching his beard. "God, you're so pretty." you told him.

He laid next to you and held you in his arms. "You're so pretty."

"Good job today." You kissed him one last time, but he was already out like a light.

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[sleepyfaequeen]

Little Accidents

Chapter: 1

Warnings: xfem!reader, reader is in her early 20s, Jack Morrison is bisexual for story purposes. Don't like that, don't read. I don't think I have to explain that it's fanfiction and shouldn't be taken seriously. If that triggers you, do not read this fic.

A/n: Unsure who I should ship reader with but we shall see.

Summary: You find out something that you shouldn't have found out, but here we are. That's what you get for eavesdropping.

Song:

(Y/n) had become a part of Blackwatch for a few months now, and the constant training was always different, but joining Overwatch had become her dream. When she joined as a soldier, she was surprised that she would soon be joining a black ops group who was hand-picked by Commander Reyes himself. To work under someone who's well respected and knows what he's doing was a big honor. Not only that, but for some reason, she had noticed Commander Morrison has been watching over their training exercises. He would actually even compliment her. It surprised her at first, but she knew he probably did that to those he saw with potential. She always saw him talking to Gabriel in the distance, arguing about something, but regardless, it always seemed to calm down.

Today, she was walking to Commander Reyes' office to return some needed files that needed to be filled out and given to Doctor Moira. But she stopped in her tracks as soon as she heard Reyes and Morrison arguing. She knew it was bad to eavesdrop but she did it anyway.

"Absolutely not." Reyes' gruff voice came.

"I'm not asking you. I'm demanding that she be removed from you're squad." Jack could be heard sounding angry and less composed than he usually did.

"Why would I do that?" Gabriel shifts in his seat as he crosses his arms.

"Why?" She leans in, her curious blue eyes looking inside. Seeing Jack turn as he rubs a gloved hand over his face as he takes a moment to answer. "You got my kid in there."

".. What?" Gabriel tilts his head, seeming confused.

"I had a fling when I was young and.." He explains and Gabriel just laughs.

"Is it Cassidy?" Reyes jokes to which Jack scoffs.

"No, it's obvious who." The two lock eyes and (Y/n) can't help but jump as she feels a hand touch her arm. Seeing Captain Amari there made her completely freak out.

"(Y/n)? What's wrong? You look like you seen a ghost." She looks down at her concerned, and (Y/n) can't help but tighten her grip on the stack of papers in her gloved hands.

"No, I'm honestly fine..!" She could hear the two Commanders approaching the doorway and she quickly, shoves the papers into her chest before running down the hall and into the elevator as she turns she could see Commander Jack looks down the hall, her way, as the doors shut with a ding of the elevator.

She felt her heart beating so fast and her head spinning as she felt her entire face in a cold sweat. As the elevator stops, she finds herself aimlessly walking around. She wasn't sure what time it was when she found herself within the Blackwatch members' corridor room. She found her fingers shaking as she kept mistyping her own room code with multiple beeps being heard. She exhales as she stops herself for a moment.

Something about the new girl was off today. She looked rather tense, or at least that is what Genji's eyes could tell. To him, she was just another member, another teammate. A freak but she looked much more normal than the rest of them. More normal than him. Though he usually avoided conversations so he never thought of talking to her or much of anyone. Unless absolutely necessary circumstances. He resented them all for being.. human. It reminded him of what he was not. Of what was taken away from him.

The days in Overwatch was always the same. Everyday, to him, went by quickly and was just as empty as usual. Genji had his own routine like anyone else: training, meetings, more training, then showers. Perhaps the best part of his day. He was always grateful to feel the warmth of the shower against his torn flesh. Unlike his added cybernetic side, it could feel. He walked down the halls to the Blackwatch private quarters, with his towel hanging over and around his neck. Only in his gym shorts as his augments were showing. Stopping as he watched her fumble with her door passcode. "Needing help or something?" He asked her softly as he was more curious today about her expression. He was surprising himself since he rarely talked to other people, but she looked like she could use a hand.

She almost bit her own tongue as the robotic voice had startled her. Her head turning and her eyes blinking away any sort of distress as her fingers fumbled with the key card.

"Uh.. I.. I think I got it." Again, the beeping was still denying her access to her own quarters. She lowers her head as she steps aside and gestures for him to have a try. "Have at it. I swear I forget sometimes." She looks at him as she smiles and rubs the back of her neck as she hands him her keycard. "Code is 8170."

She never knew the cyborg ninja guy even talked. Well, he could she just has never really talked to him before. Only during missions there was usually nothing but nods or hand gestures. He would sigh or scoff and with the plate over his mouth it sounds more robotic. She's heard stories from others around the base and how he was so skilled. Some people would even think he was hard to look at but no one would dare tell him to his face. Honestly, with Genji's red cybernetic eyes, he looked like he could kill someone easily and he probably could. She didn't know him much but she knew he was usually a quiet guy and he seemed to like his solitude. Sometimes, Cassidy would talk to him and she swore Genji would roll his eyes but endure McCree's rambling.

His hand moved to type in the code after memorizing it and her repeating it quietly. His breathing could be heard from behind his mask as he typed in the last few digit numbers. The door to her room sliding open with a small green light on the keypad. He steps back and hands her the keycard.

"The codes are picky, sometimes you have to type them in slow." He said as his eyes looked at her for a mere moment in silence as he stepped back. Turning to walk to his own room as he takes out his own keycard.

".. Training will be early tomorrow." He said as he got to his own door and typed in his own code.

"Yeah.." she said as she steps inside her room and watches Genji walk over to him before her eyes met his. "Thank you, I'll be seeing you.. tomorrow." She said and he gives her a nod before heading into his room before pressing a button to let the doors close and lock and she did the same.

She sighs as she hangs her head low before going to her desk and immediately went to look at an old photo of her and her mother. Her mother never had the chance to tell her much about her father but the fact she unintentionally found him wasn't a coincidence. She just hoped whatever led them towards each other wasn't for the worst.

[joelsbodypillow]

broken hearts club

[Authors note: idk what I’m doing this is just a random one shot I wrote so it may not be good lol]

warnings here: smutty, cursing, creampie?, Angst

pair: Mccree x reader

It was a cold scene, you were walking back home since your Uber didn’t come as they were supposed to. You were a confident person some people even say intimidating and you hate when your time was being wasted. As you were walking through the snowy pale neighborhood a few light posts lighting up the white street you were mildly scared being out alone at this time of day but you were on a mission to get back to your cozy warm bed and kitten star ‘shit’ you mentally cursed at yourself you forgot to feed him sighing to yourself you walked in defeat the house was two blocks down you considered running the rest of the block but you declined as you opened your door there was a tall figure on the hallway

you squealed loudly enough for the man to look over to you it was your boyfriend Cassidy “shit Cole you almost gave me a heart attack!�� You kicked off your wet boots on a nearby shoe rack “didn’t think your partner would get here so soon” He spoke as he stood up lighting a cigar “babe you should stop smoking” he ignored the comment and went to the back porch. You started to get mad Cass has been ignoring you the past few days and your fed up but you let it go for today he was working his ass off this week so you understood to an extent he still treated it like you weren’t even there but you couldn’t hold it in. You thought about the consequences but it didn’t matter as you opened the sliding door a wave of Tobacco hit you

“babe we need to talk.” You spoke as his honey brown eyes trailed over your frame he backed off the wooden railing and stepped over to you “y.you have been treating me different lately and I don’t like it” your gulped as he stood over you “you want to be treated fairly I’m gonna treat you fairly. Get on the railing” he bent your body over the railing his words cold and unwelcoming he tugged ur pants down and played with the fabric white with a red bow it was childish, but he said it made you look innocent “I paid a lot for these damn panties just for them to get ripped up. What a shame”

he looked down at your wet sex “already wet, such a whore” he said in a pitying tone you hated it but loved it at the same time it was humiliating. He pulled the white fabric down stretching the couture his sweatpants not even trying to hide the boner he had you didn’t even notice he was inside of you until the first thrust “Gah~ m.Mccre.e too big” you whined but he didn’t listen he kept assaulting your cunt repeatedly, he groaned loudly, he was close you were already at your high “Oh God.d Mc.cree i-I’m coming!” You moaned “fuck~ yeah keep moaning like that so everyone can know I’m fucking ya’ this good” he encouraged “sh.it Baby I can’t Gah!” His eyes widened with pleasure as he pumped silky white strings of love into you. He looked down huffing at his new piece of art drooling out of you he smirked looking at how he tamed you so easily “let’s clean you up baby” he whispered in your ear “y.yes Mccree” you answered still panting like a bitch in heat.

So this was my first ever fanfic I was just bored honestly hope ya liked

[moonlightsfiction]

In Sickness & In Hate

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Relationship: Cole Cassidy/Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada & Hanzo Shimada, Cole Cassidy & Genji Shimada, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Chapters: 6/9

Summary:

After a disaster of a mission left Cole completely bedridden, there's only one agent on base who is capable of taking care of him. One of Cole's least favourite people in the world: Hanzo-Resting-Bitch-Face-Shimada. Cole only needs to survive 5 days of dealing with his care before Angela can sweep in and heal him like the angel she is. So in the mean time, with his usual vices being out of reach, Cole's only sense of enjoyment is making every day caring for him hell for Hanzo. What could possibly go wrong?

So this is one of my latest commissions, a Yeehan sick fic chock full of angst, misunderstandings, and that always fun enemies to friends to possibly more.

While I can't draw for my life I am decent at writing, and the beautiful Yeehan fanart on tu,blr and the lovely comments I've received on this is keeping me and my ADHD riddled self motivated to continue this work and the bevy of others I have squirreled away.

[ladyknight33]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada Characters: Jesse McCree, Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada, Angela "Mercy" Ziegler Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Character Death, McHanzo Reverse Bang 2021, Flowers, Sad Series: Part 5 of McHanzo Collections Summary:

A meandering trail of thoughts and recollections regarding a beloved cowboy, through a trail blanketed with wildflowers that have intertwined themselves alongside those memories and deep into an archer’s heart.

[nori-writes]

Ramblings

Cole Cassidy x Reader

Hanzo Shimada x Reader

Summary: Reader rambling on about an interest of theirs while they realise that their lover hasn’t responded to them in a minute to stop and find them in awe at how adorable their rambling was.

W/C: 350+

A/N: This is completely self indulgent. I was in class with nothing to do and I thought about this and wrote it so here we are, enjoy <3

Cassidy

Cole’s a talkative guy who loves to go on and on about things himself so when he gets to see you do it as well his heart swells at the sight.

He’s so glad that there’s something that you find this much passion in and that you’re comfortable enough to ramble on to him about all these things.

While you’re normally going on about these things though he’ll usually reply to some of the things you say instead of purely listening to let you know that he’s still there.

When you realise he’s stopped replying you turn to look over at him, worried that you might have bore him

Nope.

He has his head propped up by his hand on the table and he’s smiling that same warm, endearing smile that you had fallen in love with all that while ago.

“Gonna keep goin’ sweetheart?”

It wasn’t really a question, more of an encouragement.

Of course you obliged.

Hanzo

Listening to you is a normal thing for him, though that doesn’t mean that he enjoys it any less.

It’s something that he relishes, like Cassidy he loves to see that there's something you’re passionate enough about to open up like this to him.

He definitely asks himself what he did to deserve you.

He’ll just sit while doing something like cleaning his bow.

You are his favourite thing to listen to especially while doing menial tasks.

He’ll occasionally let out hums of acknowledgement to let you know that he’s still listening to you.

Sometimes he’ll put down what he’s doing just to get a good look at you.

He loves seeing the way your eyes seem to have this sparkle while talking about your interests.

Soon a small smile will develop onto his face while he admires you.

You realise how awfully quiet he had been when you stop to check on him and you’re met with him looking lovingly at you with the smallest but most loving of smiles on his face.

“Why’d you stop?”

You shook your head at his question with a grin on your face before returning to the topic you were talking about.

I literally love them. Anyway, if you enjoyed my master list is here 💜

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Long Time, No See: Cole Cassidy x Mechanic!Reader (Implied NSFW)

No matter the stenches that linger through the air, the whole watchpoint always seemed to smell of the ocean. It was understandable, you were all surrounded by it on the island. Nestled somewhere in the Mediterranean sat the long forgotten Overwatch base from the Omnic Crisis, that was, until Winston and a few other agents had sought refuge here. It was here that Winston had sent out the call for Overwatch to reform and it is here where you all are currently residing.

Only a few had answered the call right away, most terrified of it being some sort of trick from Talon and some not even believing that it was real at all until the stories had started to take the internet by storm about Talon uprisings and Omnics going rogue again.

You were one of the few Winston had sought out after right after he sent out the call. Ex-Blackwatch mechanic picked up by Reyes somewhere down the line of chaos that was the Omnic Crisis, you were the only one Winston could think of short-notice who could help Lena with transportation of Overwatch agents and getting the watchpoint back in working order.

You had heard something coming from deep within your garage. You had felt sick hearing the noise, it sounded like a transmitter far back inside of your garage; with your Blackwatch uniforms and other bullshit. Actually, it was all Blackwatch stuff, some Overwatch stuff too.

You had pulled open the door to the garage, the collapsing door rising with a slam of each slat folding in on each other until you were met with the wall of failed contraptions and old items you tinkered on when Blackwatch and Overwatch disbanded almost a decade ago.

When the door opened, you jumped a bit out of your skin as you were met with a very much deactivated E54 model from the crisis times. The tall rectangular light cracked and dimmed the gray of a passed omnic. You had forgotten it was there along with most of the contents inside. You don’t know why you kept the damn thing, you had failed years ago to get it working again.

Various guns were gutted and tossed around in different crates, old uniforms from both sides folded with an inch of dust covering them, hell you even had wings of an old small transport ship.

You suddenly heard the noise pop up again, the back of the garage turning a light blue from the glow of something. Little bells dinging away for about a minute before it stopped. You had pushed your way through most of the forgotten junk and painful memories until you had reached what hurt the most. Your workbench with all of your Blackwatch stuff and memories piled neatly, your old weapon setting fractured on the flat surface with a photo of you and… Cole. You picked up the frame and blew off the caked on dust, your eyes never leaving his face. His smile was so bright and his eyes were so warm. He had his arm draped over your shoulder at some party, for Jack you think judging by the glimpses of a ‘Happy Birthday Ja-’ banner behind you both.

You felt tears prick your eyes at the pained memories, the photo frame shook in your rattling hands.

You heard the dinging again, your eyes suddenly hurting from the sudden flash of blue light from before you. Once your eyes had adjusted, you glanced down to your old uniform sitting folded, a small disk sitting on top with a hologram floating above it.

Your heart had dropped, it was the Overwatch symbol.

Frantically you snatched up the disk and fiddled with it, unsure on how to answer the call anymore until you heard a grumbling from the other end.

“(Y/n)? Is that you?”

You tossed the screwdriver back on the workbench and sat on the rickety old barstool with a sigh of relief. You glanced at the small transport ship sitting beside you ready for use by dozens of agents. You wiped the sweat off your brow and glanced to the pile of other ships exactly like the few you had just put back together and wanted to scream. You couldn’t wait for Torbjorn to arrive (with Reinhardt in tow), you didn’t know how he could keep up with Overwatch when you could barely keep track of the four other members of Blackwatch. You were thankful for the extra room as Winston and another member had taken the majority of the small ships out.

You hadn’t left your little “garage” since two days ago, wanting to fix as many as you could for Lena returning with dozens of agents in tow on her transport. It was sometime today that they would arrive, and judging by the alarm clock blaring angry red numbers at you stating it was already growing towards evening, you wouldn’t be surprised if they had all landed already.

You nudged the ship away from you until it was floating about a good five feet from your workbench and powered it off, allowing it to gently rest its underside against the linoleum floor before you returned to the tattered barstool. You had opened several drawers in search for certain tools when you heard footsteps approach your “garage.” It was anything but a room underneath where Winston had sent out the call big enough for you to work (and sleep to the dismay of Winston and Lena who had found you slumped over the workbench on more than one occasion).

A sharp knock rang on the metal door to which you didn’t turn around, adamant on finding the tools you needed.

“Come back in like an hour, I’m busy,” you stated as you turned over tools and such.

“Now ain’t that a way to greet yer friend,” a southern drawl rang out from behind you.

You had dropped the pair of pliers you had picked up and swung around to face the man now standing in your doorway.

And there he was; tall, broad, tanned and handsome - as handsome as the day you left him.

“Cole?” you whispered.

“Ya know it, darlin’.”

You couldn’t believe your eyes, you thought you were seeing a ghost. You knew Cole made it out of the explosion albeit hurt, but you never thought you would see him again.

His hair had grown shaggy and so had his beard. You remember Reyes telling him to keep himself clean and shaven countless times and how Cole would always scoff and spit back sarcastic comments as if Reyes were his father. He kept the whole cowboy attire right down to the spurs and red serape draped over his arm. It was then you noticed he was using it to hide something, but you caught a glimpse of a metal hand.

Almost as if he knew where your eyes had landed, he pulled his mechanical arm forward from its covering and revealed a dented and sparking arm. Cole smiled at you sheepishly, just as he always did when he was hurt and refused to go to Moira for help.

“I like the way you spin the bandages,” he always stated with a wink.

“Couldn’t keep yourself out of trouble, could you Cole?” you smiled back.

“Heard the best mechanic I know was here, wanted to pay 'em a visit, ask 'em somethin’ too.”

You pat the workbench space next to you, nodding your head to the other barstool in the corner by him. Cole dragged it over and sat close to you, very close to you. Close enough for you to feel him warmth, close enough for you to smell his cologne and the faint hint of cigars and whiskey, close enough for you to blush ever so slightly.

You two had fooled around in the past but nothing could ever be serious with Reyes around and Jack being the top dog (even though you both knew they were fucking in broom closets when they could). And here he was, sitting next to you as you both had done a decade ago.

You gently took his dented arm in your hands and began fiddling around and fixing it. The entire time, Cole would not take his eyes off of you until you had finished. It was just a few torn wires and a bent plate, nothing you couldn’t fix quickly.

As you had finished putting away the little screwdrivers, Cole cleared his throat and retracted his arm.

“How’d you like to show me around? Tonight?” he purred at you, his big brown eyes looking right into your soul.

“Why not? I’ve been cooped up in here, could use some fun.”

“Sounds like a plan, darlin’.”

You had only gotten to show Cole the outskirts of the island that Overwatch had yet to build on before. You were by the shore, rocks blocked the view behind you both to the rest of the base. Waves crashing drowned out sounds around you. It was nice and private.

Cole had pulled you aside just to make sure you both were out of the camera’s view and slammed you up against the nearest rocky wall and captured your lips in a rough kiss. His human hand reached up and grasped at the side of your face to bring you in closer as his metallic one slammed palm-first into the stone behind you, cracking it with ease.

Your hands latched onto Cole’s flannel shirt behind the serape and yanked his body closer to yours, the man before you now has you pressed flushed against the rocky wall behind you and his solid form before you. You could feel everything before you, especially the hard proding towards your lower waist.

Cole pulled away for a second to look wildly into your eyes, teeth grit as he started breathing heavily.

“I’ve waited years to do this again,” he growled lowly at you. Your sudden gasp ran short and he snatched at your thighs and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and still keeping your back to the wall. His fingertips dug into the meat of your thigh as he got in your face a bit. “I ain’t waiting another damn minute.”

Your lips connected again in a wild and fiery kiss, your hands went to snatch at his broad shoulders to his shaggy brown locks to even scratching down his back. Cole kept you up with just his metal arm as his human hand went to grab at you, tugging at your clothing and caressing your skin. Whenever you both would pull away for a brief moment to breathe he would like to whisper dirty little things to you until even he lost his fleeting patience.

“I missed the way you felt darlin’,” he growled in your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

“Cole, please,” you whisper back, sinking your nails into the back of his neck.

It always drove him nuts.

Cole dropped you for a mere moment only to catch you before you both fell onto the plush, soft grass beneath you both as time seemed to melt away.

[mercedesfiction]

Wow... my AI and fanfic McCree matches most of these. Love that we all agree xD

I would just change kink to bonadge. Loves having you tied up. I'm sure he still likes anal though too. 💕

Overwatch NSFW Alphabet(s)

MDNI!! If you are under the age of 18, please DNI. Character requests are OPEN. Just slide into my ask box and specify which character you’d like to see :)

𝑱𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆 𝑴𝒄𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆 / 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝑪��𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒚

A = Aftercare ;

McCree is a firm believer in aftercare. Chances are you aren’t getting up to do ANYTHING for at least an hour. (unless he has somewhere he needs to rush to.) Need to pee? He’s gonna carry you. Thirsty? Hungry? Give him a second, he’ll be right back with your favorite drink/snack.

B = Body part ;

You can’t look me dead in my eyes and tell me he isn’t an ass man. He’s practically obsessed with it. Doesn’t matter where you’re at or who you’re with, chances are he’s got his hand on your ass or in your back pocket.

C = Cum ;

Bro is definitely a slut for facials if he can’t cum inside of you. There’s just something possessive about it, like he’s marking you as his.

D = Dirty secret ;

Secretly wants to get topped, cmon he’s a cocky little shit. Put him in his place and make him beg for you. ❤︎︎

E = Experience ;

I am a firm believer in thinking he’s got some kind of old fashioned way of thinking. He knows what he likes, but doesn’t have much experience with it. I know we all love fuckboy McCree, but him being a virgin makes me giggle.

F = Favorite position ;

Doggie. Need I say more?

G = Goofy ;

Bro is a whole clown in bed and you can’t change my mind. He knows how to act serious when need be, but he always wants to see you smile. Even if he’s balls deep in you.

H = Hair ;

I think he manscapes a bit, he’s never bare though. There’s always some sort of hair framing his cock, clean shaven just isn’t his style.

I = Intimacy ;

Lil western baby treats you like the princess/prince you are. Sure he loves fucking your brains out, but making love to you is another favorite past time.

J = Jack off / Masterbate ;

I don’t really know to be honest, I feel like he’d think he’s too busy to get himself off. But maybe it’s just hidden cockiness that only you can get him off.

K = Kink ;

Anal. I know this man eats ass as well. I just know it. Bro also definitely has a daddy kink. (or maybe that’s bc i’m projecting bc he’s so fine.)

L = Location ;

Anywhere.

M = Motivation ;

He really gets going when you slowly touch his arms/chest while making eye contact.

N = No ;

Sadly, threesomes. I think he’s just too possessive.

O = Oral ;

He loves both giving and receiving, but he enjoys making you fall apart with his mouth. Playing with that cigar should’ve warned you he was gonna be a beast with his tongue.

P = Pace ;

Whichever you want. He can deliver both fast or slow.

Q = Quickie ;

Loves them. Especially if y’all are out and about doing something.

R = Risk ;

He literally doesn’t care if y’all get caught with him balls deep in you.

S = Stamina ;

I feel like he cums fairly fast, but can go for a few rounds.

T = Toys ;

He’s iffy on them. He wants to be the one to make you feel good, but watching you thrash against the vibrator he’s holding gets him feeling some typa way.

U = Unfair ;

He’s so mean sometimes, bro is a WHOLE ASS tease and he knows it.

V = Volume ;

I don’t feel like he’s overly loud in the moaning or groaning criteria, but he’s definitely a smooth talker blowing your back in.

W = Wild card ;

Pull his hair while he’s giving you head and bro is putty in your hands.

X = X-ray ;

6” soft , a lil over 7” hard. (circumcised)

Y = Yearning ;

I SWEAR THIS MAN CAN TURN HIS SEX DRIVE OFF AND ON DEPENDING ON HOW MUCH OF A COCKY BASTARD HE WANTS TO BE.

Z = Zzz ;

Always waits until you’re asleep first.

god i love this man.

hope you enjoyed!! lmk who y’all wanna see next ! ❤︎︎

[tiefworks]

“Thunder” - CHAPTER SIXTEEN [On AO3]  →

Summary: The year is 20XX. The world has fallen into disarray from the growing threat of vampires. Only one group of men and women are brave enough to slay these monsters and search for a cure for the virus - Overwatch. But it's not always so easy to resist a vampire. Vampire/Vampire Slayer AU. Alternating POVs. Boombox (Junkrat/Lúcio) is the primary relationship, with MercyHog (Roadhog/Mercy) as a secondary relationship and YeeHan (Cassidy/Hanzo) as a tertiary relationship. All chapter art is done by me!

ARCHIVE WARNING: Contains graphic depictions of violence.

Tief showing up for that yearly chapter post l o l

Let's hope the final chapters come out sooner than this one skdfjssdf

[tonberry-yoda]

Betrayal - Ashe x Cassidy

notes: yeah... i ship them. SHUT UP THEY'RE CUTE! they hate each other with so much love, so yeah. I loved writing for this and have wanted to write it FORVER, so here you all go! Have a great day and stay extra hydrated <33333

word count: 1,140

"Ashe!!!" One of the members of the Deadlock gang ran into Ashe's office, the wooden door slamming against the wall. "Ashe I have some bad news."

Ashe picked up her viper, filling it with bullets. "Well this better be good then," she woke up BOB by slamming her fist on her chest and led the Omnic butler out of her office. "So what is it then?" She asked the shaking member of the gang.

He moved his bandana down from his mouth and followed after Ashe and Bob. "Uh... he's back, Ashe."

She scoffed and spit on the ground. "Is he alone?"

"We didn't see anyone else."

"Where is he?"

"Well," the boy stepped in front of Ashe, stopping her. "He was actually knocking on the front door, asking to come inside."

Ashe froze and tilted her head. "What do you mean he was asking to come inside?"

"He's just standing at the door. That's why I figured we'd get you."

"What about the guards?"

"They're fine and still at their posts."

"Fine then," Ashe stepped around the boy and led BOB and herself to the front door. "Leave me with him. I need to see what this pathetic son of a gun wants."

"Y-Yes ma'am!" The boy ran off, asking others to come with him, but stay on the lookout for their boss.

"BOB," Ashe looked at her butler with narrow eyes and pointed to a corner of the room. "Stay there and don't make a move until I signal for it, okay?"

BOB nodded and rushed to the corner. Ashe held her gun close, but she wasn't scared. Not of him.

She opened the door and found Cassidy standing like a sad puppy. He lit up when he saw Ashe though, a smile spreading across his face. "Liz, I-"

She slammed the door shut on his face and reopened the door. "Try again, boy," she told him, her gun at the ready, clicking it.

"A-Ashe, I just wanted to talk."

"Then talk." Her viper was still pointed at his face, her dynamite ready if need be. "And make it snappy."

"I'm sorry."

Ashe cackled and moved her gun down, taking a step forward. "Did you come all this way to tell me jokes, or were you really wantin' to talk?!"

"Ashe, I'm serious."

"Is that so?" She asked, mockingly. "Cuz I don't think you are. You made yer decision back then and you stuck with it, didn't you?!"

"I-"

"Blackwatch treatin' you well? You know, you still have one hell of a bounty on yer head that I wouldn't mind takin for myself."

"I'm not in Blackwatch anymore."

"Damn boy, you really desertin' everyone, aintcha?!"

"Ashe, I-"

"Nice arm you got there." She smiled slyly looking down at his prosthetic arm. BOB had taken that from him the day Cassidy decided to leave, now a traitor to the Deadlock Gang and Ashe herself.

"Am I allowed to speak now?" Cassidy lit a cigar and narrowed his eyes at Ashe.

"Fine. Go ahead."

"Can I come in?"

"What, you want some coffee too?! Maybe a bubble bath and a party? Hell no. You can stay in the desert sand where you belong."

"I didn't mean to break your heart, Ashe."

She laughed, but Cassidy didn't even smile.

"You didn't break shit, Cassidy. I feel fine."

"The picture on your bike doesn't say so."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ashe said through clenched teeth, anger forming in her red eyes.

"I've missed you, Ashe."

"Tell it to the canyon, Cassidy," she went to slam the door, but Cassidy caught it in his prosthetic hand.

"You still mad?"

"Am I still mad?! Whaddya think, boy?!"

Cassidy giggled and his eyes met Ashe's. He was one of her first real friends. She ran away from a rich family that didn't care and was seen as nothing but a failure and an outlaw who got into trouble. But when she found a partner who thought she was crazy and smart and more than she was ever told in her life, she felt free. But she hated being betrayed, hated the idea of being alone again, hated the idea of losing her found family. But there he was betraying her. And that's why he doesn't have an arm anymore. He doesn't deserve it.

"I didn't mean to make you mad. I just wanted to help other people out." Cassidy's voice was soft and he stepped close to Ashe.

"I hate you," Ashe whispered.

"I know." Cassidy opened his arms and Ashe fell right in, wrapping her arms around his big torso. He smelled like cheap cologne and sweat and she hated that she thought it was comforting.

"You're not allowed back in the deadlock gang, Cole, you know that, right?" Her voice was muffled in his chest and she pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck.

"I know. I didn't come to join your gang. I don't wanna make you all mad by joining again. I got other plans. I just wanted to apologize." Cassidy's hands found a place on Ashe's hips, resting peacefully as they embraced.

They stayed like that for a little while and Ashe got on her tippy toes to pull Cassidy closer, playing with the back of his soft brown locks.

Finally, Ashe pulled away from the hug, her eyes stuck on Cassidy. "I'll kill you next time I see you here, you know that, right, Cole?"

"I assumed," he stretched and spotted BOB in the back of the room. He winked at him and turned back to Ashe. "Well, in that case, I won't be back here for a while. It was good to see you, Elizabeth."

"Shut up, Cole." She couldn't help but let out a little giggle.

Cassidy leaned down, his nose inches away from hers. "It'll be a long time before we see each other."

"I sure hope so, I'd be pretty pissed if I saw you back here tomorrow cryin' at my door." She made the first move and pressed her lips to Cole's. He cupped her face in his big callused hands and pulled her closer. She smiled into the kiss, immediately regretting it when she heard a little giggle from Cassidy. It was a mocking giggle, but she didn't really care because for once, she was actually enjoying herself with Cassidy.

Cole pulled away and smiled at Ashe's flushed lips and cheeks. "You're cute."

"Get out." She pulled up her viper with a giggle and Cassidy started running, the spurs of his boots jingling.

"Catch you one day, Ashe!" He waved and she waved back, leaning on her gun.

She let out a little happy sigh and turned to BOB, who, if he could, would give her a little smirk.

"Quit it BOB, you have work to do."

~~~~~

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[mercedesfiction]

My brain: “We have a beautiful and fun Halloween fic idea!”

Me: “No way, we have way too many other fics to be working on, and we wrapped up our Halloween fic last year…”

My brain: “But it’s our magic creative hour of 2 AM! We must see what comes from it!”

Me: *Writes 1,000-word intro for a new Halloween fic.* “What have I done… and why would we start a project like this only a week til Halloween?!”

In case I don’t finish it in time or don’t come up with any more to add this year, here’s a fun little intro teaser to a random Halloween fic that I apparently just had to write out xD

If and when I do finish it, I'll be sure to add a link at the bottom :D

(EDIT: I did! Chapters 3 & 4 are this fic on the link. Happy Halloween!)

Witch Entertainment

(Jesse McCree x Female Reader 18+)

The chill autumn breeze blows through you in your Overwatch hoodie, jeans, and boots. You shiver at its presence, giving you goosebumps over your skin as your hoodie with a long sleeve underneath does little to defend against the colder evening air. You stay huddled up next to your boyfriend as the heels on both your boots and his, click on the stone pathway leading to a large stone castle. Along with the crunch of stepping on fall leaves every so often. Illuminated by lanterns along the path and candle-lit Jack’o lanterns. The sounds of bats overhead and an owl somewhere off in the trees along your path.

“Ya hangin’ in there?” Your boyfriend says with his smooth Southern drawl. His cowboy hat barely moves to the wind as it lightly blows now and then. His spurs jingle loudly and echo off the cobblestone path. He seems a lot more unfazed by the chilly breeze with his denim jacket and jeans. A plain black tee tucked in to show his “BAMF” belt buckle and holster on his hip. His iconic Peacekeeper revolver sits snuggly inside it, with the breeze spinning the spur on its handle now and then.

You slowly nod and try to control your shivering. “Yea…” You speak softly. “Sure is colder here than at the base…”

Jesse lightly chuckles, wrapping an arm around you, holding you tight against him. “Yea, sorry bout that.” He smiles, kissing your head. “I don’t think it should be as cold the rest of the time we’re here…” His tone is soft as you continue to walk.

‘Where is here?’ That is what you wanted to ask. Not knowing how exactly you got here, to begin with. Jesse mentioned it was a surprise and has been very vague on any details.

You try to process your day so far up until now. Remember being at Watchpoint Gibraltar in the early afternoon during a light rainstorm and Jesse telling you that we would leave for a couple of days and leading you to the med bay. A secret room in the med bay housing a teleporter that you hadn’t seen before and suddenly you’re teleported here, outside, and at night.

A forest area that seems secluded with a stone castle in the distance that appears like it would fit in well at Eichenwalde. Jesse had sprung this last-minute “trip” after you had mentioned how it was odd that you hadn’t felt the Halloween spirit yet this year. Especially with the holiday fast approaching and even decorating your quarters with Halloween decorations and lights. Making it cozy and matching the season perfectly, but the rest of the base lacks any celebration this year or decor.

“We’re almost there…” Jesse’s tone remains soft as he still holds you close. Sharing his body heat with you as you draw nearer to the castle.

You glance around more at your environment, barely seeing past the lanterns lighting the pathway, making the surrounding trees and forest dark and shadowy. “This place is a little spooky…” You speak softly while looking around.

“Ya ain’t scared,... Are ya?” Jesse grins.

You give him a gentle smile. “Not with you here.”

“Good answer.” He whispers, kissing your cheek softly.

You both finally reach the castle, approaching its large wooden doors with metal ring handles and door knockers. You give Jesse an unsure look while examining the large structure and its entrance. “Well after you…” He gestures to the door with a soft smile.

You swallow before slowly grabbing the cold metal ring of one of the knockers. Its weight becomes apparent as you move and lift it away from the door. The stiff metal ring moves with a grind before you drop it back against the door, knocking loudly.

You and Jesse stand in the cold breeze for a moment longer without words or movements, before one of the doors slowly opens with a chilling creaking sound. You keep an unsure look on your face as you glance at Jesse as he gestures to you to go ahead.

You slowly walk inside with Jesse right behind you. Leaning on and closing the heavy wooden door, silencing the wind from outside. You notice the temperature change when entering the castle, feeling much warmer with being enclosed and out of the wind.

The foyer of the castle is lined with candles and candelabras, keeping the space well-lit. Jesse causes your body to tense for a moment when he suddenly grabs your hand and slowly leads you down the hall into the main part of the castle.

You come to a sort of sitting room or living room with large windows looking out into the surrounding night forest. The interior of the room is warm and cozy and filled with witchy decorations and magical potions. Vintage furniture such as sofas and a couple of chairs along with wooden end tables and a coffee table. Centered around a lit fireplace, giving the space an added warmth.

Jesse leads you to sit on the couch, a soft velvet-like texture that’s warm from the fire. He removes his jacket and places it over your shoulders, giving you his heat for your hoodie to absorb. “Alright…” Jesse speaks quietly with a smile, kneeling in front of you. “Close yer eyes, Pumpkin.”

You hesitate for only a brief moment before slowly closing your eyes. The warmth relaxes you in the foreign space. You keep your eyes closed, listening to the crackling of the fire but not hearing any other sounds besides that, making you a little nervous but still calm with it being peaceful.

Your body tensed again at the feeling of a gloved hand gently grabbing and lifting your chin. You keep your eyes closed but notice a new aroma of different herbs and spices. Like hints of vanilla and pumpkin.

“Did someone call for a Witch?” The familiar female voice with a Swiss-German accent grabs your attention, making you open your eyes.

Your eyes widen with surprise with you seeing Witch Mercy leaning down to face you while holding your chin to look at her.

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