#blackwatch x reader

[nekovmancer]

Do not make a sound

word count: 6139 sorry not sorry warnings: nsfw, gn!reader (afab), not fully proofread so ye, language, porn with a small plot, d in p, fingering, (kind of) public sex, implied cheating and infidelity, gabriel and his messy genetics (but we’ll use it in a sexy way), MINORS DNI !!   based on this request + AO3 mirror

It’s needless to say Cole began it all, the motherfucker. 

Despite your name doing fine, thanks, he insisted that you’d need an alter ego after joining Blackwatch, and did he had an extensive list of suggestions. Before you knew it, everyone was referring to you as the Whisperer. Ha ha, thanks Cole. Though it was indeed a fit since you’re not very familiar with the faces of your new division, meaning you’d stay quiet and observant most of the time and avoid any kind of eye contact, not to mention physical touch, even if it was a simple handshake… eek. 

Damn. You missed Amari’s late night teas and Reinhardt’s thunderous laugh filling the silent spaces you’d leave. If it wasn’t for Cassidy himself, you could’ve been working with a bunch of cold stones without being able to point a single difference. 

Time. All you needed was a little time to adjust, to get to know them better… and so you let it go by, reassuring yourself it would do the job to ease your nerves, and make your shyness slowly drift away. Needless to say the cowboy was your first acquaintance, followed by Genji, and even Moira became toralable, despite her side glances still being enough to make a freezing cold descend your spine bones. Everyone was… fine. Except for your commander. 

You would never understand Gabriel Reyes even if you tried. You knew little of him, and never felt like wanting more information on his infamous persona, because you’re sure the man despised you, and that was reason enough for you to never stand close and just follow his orders blindly during missions. To be honest, just now you came to understand why people claimed Morrison was so much better as a leader; as Reyes bossed people around, Jack guided them. The difference was glaring.

Yeah, you’re pretty petty about the man yourself, being quieter than usual whenever he was around and feeling tense if he spoke directly to you. But hey! Who could blame you? His handsome face was something already, but it was totally wrecked from the way he frowned and his lips twitched, every single kind of disdain showing up without a second thought. He could be tolerable, but he wasn’t, so why would you be the one making efforts alone?

“Boss just needs to be laid, I’m telling ya,” that was the regular response you’d earn for Cole whenever you voiced him your complaints; no different this time. And a puff of smoke right to your face, which was becoming rather enjoyable, fuck it. You don’t even scold him anymore, just let the scent fill your lungs as if it was some wicked sort of soothing incense. It could be kind of hot… if it wasn’t for your annoying friend being the one to do it. 

“Isn’t he married or something?”

Cole shrugged, inhaling the heavy smoke of his cigar before lazily diverting his sight to you with a grin, one that was enough to state that nothing good would leave his lips. But with that you’re used to: Cole languidly saying whatever shit he got in his mind. Maybe the reason why you felt so comfortable around him, knowing he would be the last person to be judgmental, and the first to say something stupid that would certainly make you laugh.

“Have you ever been married, darlin’?” he knows the answer, and you still lower your head before motioning it to indicate a no. There was no shame in not being in a stable relationship, right? Right? Thank God it wasn’t a question on how long you haven’t been laid. “If Reyes fucks his wife once in three months you can name me the pope.”

Your mouth falls agape, a strangled breath of pure disbelief leaving it before your incredulous chuckle found its way out. “If he ever heard you saying this shit…” 

“Saying what?” you freeze in spot, turning around to meet your commander’s, the devil himself, stern gaze. Cole didn’t seem bothered, but your wide eyes were enough proof of your guilt. “Would the two knuckleheads cut off the useless chit chatting for once? We got work to do.”

“Sorry, boss,” Cole tapped his index finger on the cigar, leaving a trail of ashes behind him as the fire ceased, one last blow of smoke hitting your face. “Whisperer here is having a hard time with a jerk. I was just advising them to fuck the grumpiness out of the idiot.”

That said, you don’t find the courage to look up to check out the expression on Reyes’ face at the response, but you do hear Cole’s chuckle as he begins to leave, your feet hot on his trails before a firm hand grabs your shoulder, making you stiff.

You dare to stare at your commander with an innocence that doesn’t belong there, a single brow arching above your eye. “Yes, sir?” you hate the way your voice cracks when the sentence is almost done, and the warm feeling of his hand resting on your shoulder… with slightly more pressure than necessary. It burned you inside out, an indistinguishable feeling making itself home in your guts.

“Cole is not an example to follow. I know you lose your tongue around him, but remember this,” you could’ve sworn you saw the edges of his eyes softening a bit. But no, there it was: the veiled anger that always lurked around him, as a shadow in the commander’s back. It was dense, oppressive almost. That thing inside of you twirled, and you unconsciously moved a step far. His hand kept still nonetheless. “I’m your commander. If you ever have a problem with something, I should be the one to know. Not Cassidy: me. Understood?”

“Agreed,” your reply is dry, but you can feel your tongue tingling, a sharper response resting on its tip. You could let it go, simply as that, and maintain things easy as you always did, but why? Who the fuck was he to demand you told him shit when he was the problem? “I will let you know when I fuck the guy then.” 

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Let’s just say biting back at your commander wasn’t the best of the ideas.

Cole had been out for weeks on a mission, barely having time to reply to your several texts. You’ve overheard his brief talks with Reyes in the commanding room, but aside from that… no news at all. And you’re sure that was your punishment for retorting Reyes. Not to mention your brand new training schedule, which left no time for you to meet your friends, or anyone else except the Blackwatch team.  

Fucker. 

You peek at him from your co-pilot seat, still a bit bitter for being the one summoned to the mission along Reyes alone. He had insisted Moira wouldn’t be necessary, since your targets wouldn’t be able to cause any damage if they were dead already. Plus, it was a weak security system to break through, and he’d need you just to have his back and make sure the path was clear; meaning he trusted your skills to get the job done.

Not that you’re happy about it anyways.

First of all, you’re not one to start conversations with anyone else but your friends, leaving the three hour flight trip in a dead silence that was becoming rather awkward. Second, the one person in Blackwatch that made you comfortable enough to chat was out of league, thanks to your jerk of a commander himself. That’s why your expression was worse than his, for the first time, and Gabriel seemed fucking smug about it; one side of his lips turning upwards in a crooked grin.

Oh, what a surprise! Your misery meant his bliss. Son of a…

“Keep that anger boiling for the guards,” is that a hint of humor to his tone? Maybe. Cole would’ve said something similar if he was with you, but the sentence wouldn’t be over before he tossed a single darlin’. “It will be more useless than directing it at your commander.”

“I’m not angry at you,” your reply came quiet, almost a whisper. But casting a side glance at him, it’s clear Reyes didn’t buy it. “It’s just…” drawing a deep breath, you try your best to steady your voice and don’t make things worse. You don’t need another week apart from your best friend. Oh, wait- have you just thought of Cole as your best friend? Nah, leave it for now, “you can be difficult sometimes, sir.” 

“Tell me about it,” Reyes scoffs. “I’ve never had a single conversation with you that wasn’t strictly monosyllabic, but Cole had a lot to say about the way I treat you. Funny, isn’t it?” 

Your whole body tenses at his words, and suddenly your stomach feels cold as if you're dead; you’re so perfectly still that maybe that was the case. Was his grumpiness actually resentment all this time? It’s not like you did it on purpose, but as much as you don’t know nothing about him, little did Reyes know about you; so your quiet manner may have been mistaken by antipathy. 

Worse, what did motherfucking Cole tell him? For someone who seemed so unbothered whenever you had plenty to say about the commander, that was indeed a surprise. You had a lot to say for yourself now, but the words got stuck in your throat, a lump that you can’t swallow, nor puke. 

“Listen, kid, it’s fine,” Reyes sighs, and you can tell by the harsh sound of it alone he’s terribly tired. Cole’s voice telling you he needs to be laid pop up in your head, and you shrink instantaneously. Damn intrusive thoughts. “You don’t need to fucking love me. Just do what you have to do and we’re cool.”

The urge to respond telling him you’re no kid and, fuck, you’re sorry for the misunderstandings hit you like a punch in the face. Your lips tremble, parting themselves enough for you to spit it out, even if it’s another goddamn whisper or whatever. But you’re still choking on what you’d like to say instead of pouring it out. 

You risk glancing at him again, and there are no shadows surrounding Reyes now. Bloody hell, he seems tired without the menacing aura. Up in the sky, the light found his face in a way that revealed something along the wrinkles of his expression, something you couldn’t read from your distance.

But that’s not of your concern, is it? 

You could’ve said anything, really anything, or maybe reached your hand a bit and patted his shoulder. Instead, you keep yourself straight, almost motionless until you’ve met the mission’s destination. And once there, it’s not like you’d have plenty of time to discuss your twisted kind of a relationship; if you could call it so.

Yet that doesn’t stop it from bugging you. Was it all a mistake? You search for that anger inside of you, the heat that once threatened to consume even your bones, but you don’t find it. There’s an empty space there now, one that echoes a tepid fever and still feels nothing but cold.

Reyes takes the lead, and also takes down a feel guards on his way forward. He doesn’t look back, not even once, and you found yourself wishing he did. What he would find, though? Not worth a peek. You’re sure the Blackwatch’s commander doesn’t need anything from you, let aside your pity, so you follow him as silent as a phantom, dealing with whatever is left.

He takes a subtle shift, disappearing from your sight in a blink. Standing a few steps behind, you put your back against the nearest wall and motions to follow, taking a few slow steps to make sure no menace remains on your backs… and that’s when a hand covers your mouth and pulls you to the shadows. 

After a few frenetic heartbeats, you’ve come to realize you’ve not been pulled to a dark corner, but you’re surrounded by darkness itself. A massive shadow takes hold of you, one hand keeping your mouth shut and the other gripping on your waist, so tight you can feel its fingers sinking in your skin over the cloth of your uniform. 

Your eyes could’ve popped out of your head at any minute by now, until a couple of errand guards pass by. If it wasn’t for the shadow, they would’ve spotted you and Gabriel in a minute, leaving you both outnumbered and… fuck. He couldn’t have simply disappeared when you blinked, right? And a living shadow out of nowhere wouldn’t be your savior, unless… 

Smelled like Moira’s doing. 

Your muscles still ache when you gradually begin to relax, and the shadows around you begin to collect their form, letting their grip loose. The hand covering your mouth was removed, but the other kept there, holding you impossibly close. You feel a solid frame pressed against your back, despite still cold enough to erupt a chill down your spine. Lips trembling once more, you let a question alone slip, so quiet it wouldn’t be heard if it wasn’t for the lack of space between you. “Commander?”

You thought you’d be afraid to hear the answer, but you’re longing for it. Each passing second marks a rise to the cadence of your heartbeat. One, two, three… “Do not make a sound,” it’s Reyes' voice, too close to your earshell for your heart to sooth with relief; its pace just gets more frenetic as his fingers move around your waist, as if they’re contouring your bones. Your body spasms, and his grip gets sharper. “I’ve said quiet, Whisperer.”

The shadows twist over you, a heavy mist that would dissolve around your fingertips if you tried to hold on it, and yet you could feel something substantial lurking behind, strong enough to keep you steady despite the slight trembling cursing through your bodies. Was it all Reyes? Everything? Shit, if you’ve bothered to get to know the man better, maybe it would have spared you from your heart kicking your ribs, leaving your breaths shallow and your heart racing as they’re now. 

He didn’t feel human now, but he was a human, right? 

You try to move, shifting your weight for one leg to the other, but even that smallest movement had him squishing you closer to his body; or whatever part of it that was still solid enough and not puffs of smoke that you could breathe in. The guards’ voices echoed further on the corridor, fragments of their conversation still audible for you both. A wrong turn and they’d find their colleagues unconscious bodies dropped on the floor, a single step even… and the mission would fail. 

Was it the reason you couldn’t think straight? The adrenaline was rushing through your veins, warming your skin as your heart lost its pace again. Or was it Gabriel’s hand resting on the curve of your hip? You try to collect your thoughts, closing your eyes for a moment, but the smoke invading your lungs had the scent of musk and… the muscles of your inner thighs trembled in response as you recognized it was Reyes’ scent, his fucking cologne or something. 

“They won’t spot us until it’s too late. Stay quiet and we’re safe,” Gabriel sounds like he’s trying to reassure you, unaware of the real cause of your reactions, but it doesn’t help at all. He’s still too close, and why? It’s not like you will be running to the idiots if he let go of you. But when you open your mouth to reply, it’s not a protest. Why, again?

“I’m not worried about that.”

“Are you scared then?” was it… no. You were always one to suppose things about him, and won’t assume yet another possibility fabricated by your brain is the absolute truth. Gabriel Reyes of all people wouldn’t be insecure about what you thought of him in… this state. He’s just keeping his tone down, to prevent you from being heard; to keep you safe. 

Regardless, you need some time before coming up with a reply. There was this strange feeling inside you, traveling down your stomach and inflicting more pain to your already sore muscles, tight with tension. But you wouldn’t name it fear. You were more scared for the sudden pull than of him, surrounding you in a cloud of massive shadows. Amazed wasn’t the word, still… Reyes groaned, and you shivered. “You’ve startled me, yes. But I am not scared of you.”

Another grunt, yet this echoed through his ribcage to yours. You could feel it, the shadows becoming dense once more and what could be his chest squeezed tight against your back as the feeling of his hands became fainter. You dared to look down to see nothing but darkness enclosing you, moving swiftly around your fists. With a gulp, your voice is heard again. “We should get going, sir. This is not…” right. That’s what you should’ve said. But you didn’t, ‘cause a minor part of you, growing bigger from each strangled breath you take, was enjoying it.

Now is Gabriel who takes his sweet time to come up with a reply. You’re aware of his ghostly presence a mere breath apart from you, so close you could let your mind wander a little… How long has it been since the guards passed by you? How long would it take for them to come back, if they ever did? What was he waiting for? But what he says next doesn't answer any of your questions. Instead, it brings up more. “Has anyone told you how beautiful you are, Whisperer?”

You swallow hard, feeling his form drift once more; nothing but a cold empty space left after. You notice just now you’re supporting your weight on him, almost dropping to the floor the second he swifts and leaves nothing for you to hold on. “Cole surely did,” his voice is everywhere, surrounding you in hisses that could cut through your skin. “I bet the boy didn’t mention I was the one to bring it up.”

Thankfully you feel a pair of solid hands taking hold of your wrists, ‘cause you felt on the verge of crumbling to your knees. Gabriel Reyes thought you’re beautiful and admitted it out loud for a reason you can’t point out nor predict, and right now you can’t think of anything else but it, the inconsistent feeling twisting inside your guts as his words echo in your mind. A turmoil begins, and you ask yourself if he perceives what he’s causing inside of you. 

You quiver, and Gabriel’s hands roam further, finding the way down your inner thighs. “All the fucking time I was the one who got my eyes on you, and the cowboy takes all the credits because he calls you darling?” no, you never thought of Cole that way, and you suspect he doesn’t see you as such either. Not that you’re willing to turn Gabriel down when the jealousy in his voice sounds deliciously sweet for you. If you tasted it on his tongue, maybe it would be honey flavored.

Fuck. To think of his lips when Reyes had his hands all over you, traveling up and down and making you whole body shiver in anticipation… sinful would be one definition, heavenly would be another. 

You’ve wronged him, yes. But you’re looking to make up to that, why not? Everyone makes mistakes.

After all, how could you ever figure out every time you’d eyed him from the corner, he was looking back when you turned around? Oh, just to think of it was glorious, as glorious as his hand running along your thighs, then up to linger on the waistband of your pants, enough for you to hold your breath before he drifted away. “For fuck’s sake, say something now.” 

The lump on your throat goes undone with that simple command. You’re always one to follow his orders without questioning, after all. “I don’t know what the fuck I should say. As far as I’m concerned, you hated me until… a few minutes ago?”

He grips the limp skin of your inner thighs, squeezing it so hard you see stars blurring your vision. Before your mouth can even open to echo your pain, Gabriel’s hand covers it again, taking the opportunity to bring you even closer. You feel something hard brushing against your lower back, and you know just right what body part of his it is.  “Do you want me to show you how much I hate you, Whisperer?”

You repeat the question to yourself, your lips following the words but not making a sound. Do you? He doesn’t even sound like himself. Worse, the shadows lurking behind you shaped the form of a ghost, haunting you into the verge of the abyss. A one time thing, a way with no return… gulping, of course the answer would sound pathetically broken when it left your lips. “Y-yes.”

Gabriel doesn’t need you to say it twice, less a touch of politeness to the sentence before he complies. Next thing you know is he’s all over you, pulling your body towards what it seems to be a small storage room, with space enough to fit you both between piles of boxes. Still, not enough space to leave a single breath in between. 

Light is scarce, making it impossible to see his features clearly even if you squint your eyes nearly shut. The contours of his frame, still, are very clear — and solid. They’re outlined faintly in the darkness, not a part of it anymore; a man, not a phantom. Your hands rest on his torso, testing the waters before delving in, and Gabriel’s fingers encircle one for your wrists, indulging it to travel further as he guides your path.

You cannot see Gabriel, but you can definitely feel him. The tension in his muscles is palpable, and you wonder how much of this is your fault. The bulge on his pants certainly is. You accidentally brush your thigh against it, and the grip on your wrist suddenly intensifies, earning a hiss in response. 

The teasing is right there, resting on the tip of your tongue… if it wasn’t occupied with Reyes’ now, you’ve vocalized it. And he does not taste sweet as he kisses you with an insatiable hunger. Your commander tastes fucking sour, consuming all your mouth with the flavor of his with each twist of his tongue, demanding for an equal response. 

Something lights up in that once void space on your chest, the very same anger from before rising its flames and burning everything that dares to stand on the way. The ardor devours you, extinguishing any reservations holding you back before you bring one of your hands to snake inside his pants. 

Gabriel’s length barely fits your palm as your hand motions a few strokes, his stone-hard cock responding to the warm contact with a twitch as your fingers describe a painfully slow pace up and down; taking measures of the damage there’s yet to come. Gabriel groans, a sound you take too long to take as the warning it was.

Still, your rhythm remains steady. Deliberately more confident as your other hand does the work of removing any garments restraining him, meaning no more pants confining his erection. It seems the goddamn world around you was holding its breath at this very moment, watching the point you’ve reached, one that meant no return. 

Your eyes finally search for Reyes’, but the scarce light barely shows a thing, making it impossible to see his blown pupils staring directly at you. But it’s the strangled breath leaving his lips in a snort that makes you aware of how naive you were; a little lamb who dared to linger too close to the wolf. And the hunger that crawls inside Gabriel can’t wait no longer to be satiated. 

You stumble over the boxes in the ground when he moves further and further, cornering you against a dusty shelf before you can blink. Too late to verbalize anything but a moan as it’s his time to toy with you, teeth grazing not so gently against the skin of your neck before his hand resumes its position, steadily resting on your hips and restraining your every move. 

You had your chance to get the upper hand, wasted and hopeless to recover. Your pants now find their way down, resting just above your knees. The bare feeling of the pooled cloth is enough for a chill to erupt, leaving goosebumps on its trail down your skin. The anticipation is effervescent, burning like a fever that can never be cured. Your thoughts are anything but cohesive now, a tangled mess of never finished phrases and assuming pictures of how it would end. 

But your body is too egoistic to care for logic or anything else but your pleasure: it wants him. You want him. Every small fiber of your being is building up with tension as Gabriel fucking Reyes presses his thumb against your clit, describing a small circle that earns a spasm from you; one that makes the shelf behind your back tremble. 

Your part open lips echo a moan that scratches your throat, reverberating in your ribcage. The sound is muffled, briefly terminated by your commander’s hands swiftly moving to cover your mouth, the ghost of his touch still lingering on your hips. “Keep it quiet,” he censors you, despite holding to a tone that you would consider quite loud itself. “I don’t want to kill anyone while I’m fucking you.”

Shit. Why does he have to sound so hot?

Maybe it’s because of his heavy breathing caressing your face, the tip of his cock smoothing your thigh and leaving a thin layer of precum on the skin, but… no. It’s his fingers, working you out in a hurry, as if you’d both explode if he didn’t devote himself to fuck you with his digits, pumping them inside of you without a care.

He didn’t bother to stretch you up, to care for any niceties but rubbing loose circles on your clit, not even a second kiss to your lips to be tasted. Gabriel was being crude, a sour flavor that should be spitted; yet you’re taking it, tasting it on your tongue as if he was the sweetest of honeys. And fuck, your moans are even more obscene when muffled by his hand. 

It’s hard to breathe, to not grind your hips against his palm when he delves too deep and his index finger hits a spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. It reaches a point where you were physically there, but your mind is elsewhere, reaching a fucking nirvana or something, going numb with the pleasure consuming your thoughts. He’s destroying you and you absolutely adore it.

You don’t know what will be left when he’s done with you, and fuck you do not care. If you did give a shit about anything, you wouldn’t be fucking your married commander in a storage room during a mission. 

Speaking of which, you nibble your teeth against his wet palm, and it’s enough for Reyes to remove it. Your face is damp with sweat, and the heavy air fills your lungs in between parted gasps. “I can’t—” he doesn’t take the hint to stop fingering you. Instead, his pace fastens, leaving an unfinished sentence hanging in the air as you bite your lip to restrain yourself. Takes a while for you to remember how to speak, meanwhile avoiding a scream that would certainly give up your hiding spot. But the bastard is doing such a marvelous job finding your sensitive spots the words find their way out of your mouth unevenly, strangled phrases shifting from mutters to high pitched statements. “I don’t want to cum on your fingers.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you did,” Gabriel’s response is sly, and you can hear the smile on his voice. A masochist to the bone, the fucker, who has been rubbing his dick against your thigh all this time, almost fucking the small gap between them when you whole body would tense and quiver from his touch. “Didn’t I say I would show you how much I hate you? That's just how.” 

To nominate every way in which Gabriel hated you: first, there’s his mouth, hovering just above the curve of your neck, pecking the skin ever so gently a chill runs down your spine. Second, his fingers are still thrusting inside of you without a rest, getting sloppy and sloppier as your wetness makes it hard for them to not slip and lose track among their thrusts. Your best evidence, of course, was his erection throbbing against your skin. 

And you want it inside of you so bad it’s a shame.

You can’t even get yourself to moan. They die in your chest before even getting the chance to be vocalized, sounding as hoarse groans or quiet whimpers. Fuck, a million times fuck. Tears flood your vision when the reaching point of tension is met with a violent tremble of your tights. 

The world around yourself dissolves as if Gabriel made everything into shadows, the mist of him crawling inside of you and still scratching from the outside; making everything turn into nothing, and filling once void spaces of coldness with a warmth erupting from your very core. 

It takes a single blink for the tears to fall down your lashes. You fumble through the nearest surface, feeling the wooden shelves and the dust covering them dirtying your fingers. Still, you can’t see anything: your mind is back to place after the bliss, but the darkness remains. Impenetrable, surrounding you, and now leaning for a kiss. 

He’s not desperate anymore. Gabriel’s kiss now tastes more as a triumph, guided by patience of someone who knows they’ve winned. What you don’t know yet, but as his tongue moves languidly against yours, there’s no room for anything else. He can take this one, it’s not like losing feels bad at all. 

Reyes cups your face with one hand, the affection of it enough for your body to crave for his violence once more. You don’t want his soft side, the light kisses and all that shit: forget about. A single rough tough of his is enough. 

The passions we burden ourselves with… you couldn't have been more careless choosing yours, legs already parted for him.

The tip of his cock brushes lightly against your sensitive folds, and you shiver hard enough for your teeth to collide mid-kiss. He doesn’t care, and neither do you. Your legs spread further, a silent invite that remains ignored while he busies himself with the teasing. “Reyes, really?” you breath out, exasperated as you part away from him, his tongue insisting to trace your lower lip while you state your frustration.

“If you wanted me to fuck you so bad you could’ve asked before,” he mutters in reply, and you can hear the grin in his tone again. “Right… you didn’t. Too busy gossiping with Cole about me to admit that you were the one who needed to get laid” you would’ve bitten back if Gabriel hadn’t chosen this precise moment to finally slide his cock inside of you, leaving little to no time for you to think of or at least try to swallow the moan erupting from your throat. The sound echoes through the walls, and Gabriel chuckles.

You didn’t care for an apology. If you were heard, it meant you had a few minutes before being spotted, and you intended to make the best out of it. Screw everything. What if your targets found you fucking your commander didn’t sound like a terrible possibility anymore, but a thrilling one.

Gosh, what did he make out of you?

Precisely, a mess. 

You groan, planting your feet on the ground and trying to remind your body on how to properly stand, but each smash of his hips against yours weakens your legs and has you almost slipping to the ground.

Fuck, he fills you so good. The length is not absurd, but damn he’s thick. At least his fingers did a great job at stretching you out so there’s no pain, just the overflowing feeling of being whole. The emptiness once aching to be filled is now gone, leaving space for something else to crawl under your skin.

Something feels utterly wrong, and controversially right at the same time. Gabriel is vicious, maybe that’s why. Despite the burn from your sore muscles, you don’t see yourself wanting him to be done any soon. Every ache is a distant echo in comparison with the higher volumes of your pleasure, whilst the afterglow is still lingering on your body, making every sparkle of sensation a burning fire. 

Gabriel’s breath is also hot against your face. His gasps for air are out of pace, getting deliciously worse whenever he stops after thrusting deep inside of you, nibbling on the skin of your chin and muttering nonsense to the curve of your neck.

You’ve never heard him like that, voice almost breaking within each syllab, struggling to finish a simple sentence. But the cursing… well, that you are familiar with.

“This fucking sweet cunt of yours,” Reyes would stop to grunt and catch his breath, the guttural reverberating through your body with an intensity that would make you quiver. “I’ll be filling you up sooner than I would like, damn you.”

“Can’t you quit the complaining not even when we’re fucking?” not you actually complaining, though. You’re so used to being around your commander when he’s tossing charge after charge that you’ve come to find it kind of hot, now that you’ve come to admit it.

“It could be worse. I could make you call me sir,” he sounds so damn smug replying, shit. If it wasn't for the dark room already, you’ve felt the urge to hide your face, swallow your pride and stay quiet. But it was so easy to retort when you can’t actually see him, nor expect his reaction. Gabriel is fucking you so good he could’ve say whatever comes up to his mind and you’d still be soaking wet for the man. 

“Fuck you, sir.”

“I’m busy fucking you already,” he smack his hips hard enough to earn a warm pain on your lower stomach, and you gasp, choking on whatever you’d say. “Tell me you’re not loving it.”

You can’t say shit in such a state despite your best efforts, which you think are better invested in keeping your feet to the ground and ease your struggle to stand when his thrusts flutter between intense and erratic. 

It’s overwhelming. Too much to take, but you do without a flinch. It was meant to be your anyways: his fleeting rage, the shallow breaths cursing out your name, a momentaneous passion that would burn until it consumed itself. The beginning of an end, starting now.

Gabriel’s body trembles on top of you, and all you can think of is holding on to him for dear life. Everything is still dark, but you close your eyes nonetheless and leave it for your body to fill the empty spaces; for him to bring oblivion upon you. 

That’s when everything else fades. You can still feel Gabriel inside of you, your walls clenching around his length and the impossible hardness of it. But there’s nothing else for you to hold onto: he’s gone again; a shadow. It touches your skin, a cold specter hovering above you; fucking you.

With a gasp, your eyes snapped open in astonishment and your body jolted forward into the dark, cold mist. Into Gabriel. Your voice calls his name, nothing but a forgotten plea, the echo of a memory losing itself in the void. You can’t get yourself to say nothing else, or think of anything but him while he cums inside of you.

You don’t know how long it takes for the afterglow to disperse, but you do know you can touch Gabriel again, hold him in your arms while his irregular breath is the only sound filling the silence.

What’s the best thing to say to your boss after he fucked you during a mission? You thought you had it figured out, but before you could say anything, Reyes’ voice cut through your thoughts. “You’ll have a hell of a story to tell Cole when we’re back.”

[letternotekisses]

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?

[leorawright]

blackwatch reyes and blackwatch cassidy with an s/o who is constantly hospitalized?

Angsty (I made this because they have some illness okay?)

Blackwatch with s/o who is constantly hospitalized

Gabriel Reyes (Reaper)

He's extremely busy as the leader of Blackwatch

But no matter what he makes time to go visit you when you're in the hospital

He hates thinking that you're there alone so the second he gets the chance he goes to visit you

Sometimes you don't seem him during the day but when you wake up he's asleep in the chair next to your bed

Cassidy

Somedays if you offhand mention you're lonely being in the hospital all day he'll sneak away from work to visit you

He also brings you tons of flowers and little trinkets to spice up your hospital room

Cassidy also never makes you feel bad for being in the hospital

On the rare occasion you're allowed to leave Cassidy takes you to all sorts of pretty places so you still feel like you're a part of things

[froggibus]

Just The Three Of Us - Cassidy x Reader x Genji

Pairing: Genji Shimada x F!reader x Cole Cassidy

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: after finding out you’re a virgin, Cassidy and Genji set out to change that

CW: porn w plot, virgin! reader, threesome, Blackwatch! Genji, Blackwatch! Cassidy, oral (f! receiving), oral (m! receiving), fingering, nipple play, multiple creampies, unprotected sex (make good choices lol), face fucking, overstimulation, cum stuffing, marking (??), slight dubcon??, alcohol use

happy 69 guys!! this was originally gonna be a dom! Widow w predator/prey vibes but i honestly couldn’t finish writing it lmao. i like this one a lot better tho and what could be better than the blackwatch sandwich? hope you guys enjoy <3

“Oh, c’mon,” you take a sip of your drink, the alcohol burning your throat. “You guys really think you have more game than me?”

Genji shakes his head and laughs, leaning across the bar table that the three of you are sitting at. The bar isn’t busy, but that’s to be expected of a Sunday night. Aside from a few older men and some rowdy college kids, you, Cass and Genji are the only ones in there. 

Cassidy stretches his arms across the top of the booth, his hand falling just above your shoulder. “Hey, I got game!”

“You grew up with Reyes in an Overwatch facility—you’re practically a shut in.”

The cowboy rolls his eyes, feigning offence at your comment. He adjusts his arms, fingertips brushing your arms. You shiver under his touch, electricity coursing through you. 

“And me?” Genji asks, dark eyes meeting yours. There’s a glint of mischief behind them that makes your heart beat faster. 

“You…” You narrow your eyes at him as if deep in thought, “I could see you having game back in the day.”

“But not now?”

You take another sip of your drink. “Nope.”

Cassidy laughs, “well you ain’t got much game either, y/n. I can’t remember the last time you brought someone home with you.”

You glare at the cowboy, only turning your gaze away when Genji says: “he has a point.”

“If I wanted to take someone home with me, I would.”

“I’m sensing a but,” Genji says. 

“I don’t think you sense any butts.”

Cassidy howls in laughter, slapping his hands on the table. Genji rolls his eyes at you and takes a sip of his sake. 

“I have my eyes on someone,” you shrug. 

More like someones. The truth is, you haven’t had any time to date, much less have sex. And when you were given the time, there were a few coworkers who you couldn’t stop thinking about. Specifically the ones in front of you. Still, you’d never admit it. If Cassidy found out you had never had sex, you would never hear the end of it. 

Cass leans closer, whiskey on his breath. He wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Oh yeah? And who might that be?”

“None of your business,” you shrug him off. 

A waitress comes by and asks if you want another round of drinks. You order your usual, tapping your fingers on the table to the beat of an old rock song playing over the bar speakers. 

You can’t help but notice the way Cassidy’s eyes fix on the sway of her hips as she walks away. There’s a pang in your chest at the sight. 

The words tumble from your lips before you can stop them. “I bet you couldn’t get a girl in bed tonight if you tried.”

“I’ll have you know, I’ve gotten plenty of women in my bed.”

Genji laughs, “yeah? Have you kept track?”

“Nine.”

You fake gag at the cowboy’s words. Typical men keeping track of their scores. Your eyes meet Genji’s and a burning question forms in your mind. “What about you?”

“When I was younger? Too many,” he admits. 

You try not to let the bitter taste of disappointment seep into your mouth. Of course they’ve both had sex with other people, you’re the weird one for being an adult virgin. 

“Not so snarky now, are we?” Cass teases, “are you counting them in your head right now?”

You’re no longer in a joking mood, standing up and slipping on your jacket. “I’m tired, I’m gonna head back to the hotel. I’ll talk to you guys in the morning, ‘kay?”

You don’t let them speak before grabbing your purse and heading out of the bar door. It’s cold outside, but the alcohol in your veins makes it seem much warmer. There’s a slight drizzle, the cold rain running down your cheeks and nose. 

Luckily, the hotel you’re all staying at is right across the street. It was almost tradition for the three of you to stick around one extra night after a Blackwatch mission, getting drinks and sightseeing before you have to go back to work. It’s kept you sane all these years, but it’s only fueled the feelings you’ve harboured to the other agents. 

You step into your hotel room and immediately drop your purse to the floor and slam your keycard onto the dresser. Your feet ache when you take them out of your shoes, and you’re all too happy to lay in your bed and watch television. 

You browse for something to watch, anything to take your mind off of the aching in your chest and the bitterness on your tongue. You decide on an old movie about fighter pilots, something Reyes probably would have made you watch. 

You change out of your day clothes, pulling your phone out of your pocket and setting it on your night stand. You exchange your tight pants for pyjama ones and your shirt for a baggy Overwatch shirt that got mixed up in your laundry ages ago. 

You settle into bed, watching the movie and ignoring your phone lighting up every few minutes. 

—

Genji sighs when he calls you for the fifth time, slamming his phone down on the table. “Still no answer.”

“I must’ve really struck a nerve,” Cass says bitterly. “I don't even know why.”

“We’re thinking about this all wrong. Y/n got upset when we brought up past partners so…she’s either ashamed of hers or—“

Cassidy finishes his thought with wide eyes, “or she’s never had any.”

Suddenly everything clicks into place. The overcompensating, the snark to your tone as soon as the subject was brought up. You’d never introduced a partner to them, you’ve never even brought someone to the Overwatch holiday party. 

Genji feels stupid for never realising it before. 

But with their realisation of your lack of partners came another one.  The way you subtly glanced at Genji when you said you had your eyes on someone. Was he the reason? 

“I-I need to go talk to her,” Genji is on his feet before he’s finished speaking, pulling his hoodie over his shoulders. 

“Woah, slow down there. Don’t you mean we need to go talk to her?”

“I think,” he takes a deep breath, “I think she was talking about me when she said she has her eyes on someone.”

Cassidy laughs. “That saké of yours must have really gone to your head. She clearly meant me when she said it.”

It’s the ninja’s turn to stare in disbelief. Classic Cassidy, he thinks, to assume every woman in the world loves him. Still, he can’t help but wonder if he’s imagining it all. If the alcohol really has gone to his head and amplified the feelings he harbours for you, turning it into something it’s not. 

“Okay,” Genji keeps his tone even. “We’ll both go.”

“Okay.”

Despite their words agreeing, their views don’t, and everyone in the bar can feel the tension between them. Even while they walk across the street, frustration radiates around them. 

Cassidy is the one who knocks on your door, gently shoving Genji out of the way so that he’s centred in the doorframe. Genji sighs at his colleague’s antics, nudging him ever so slightly so that he’s standing by his side. 

You open the door in your pyjamas, raising an eyebrow at the pair. “Can I help you?”

“Y/n—,” Genji’s voice is gentle. 

“We know you’re a virgin.”

Genji steps on the cowboys steel toes, punishing him for his brazenness. Your eyes widen at his words and you find yourself taking a step back from them. 

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, y/n,” Genji steps into your hotel room, shoving past Cassidy. 

“I-I’m not ashamed,” your face is burning. 

Cassidy steps in next to Genji, letting the door close behind him. “Then why’s your face so red, hm?”

“It’s just—really hot here and I’m tired and you guys should go!”

Genji places a hand on your waist. “Y/n, it’s just us, you don’t have to be afraid.”

“That’s exactly why I’m afraid.”

They speak at the same time, “because you like me?”

You’re practically on fire now. Your head is spinning so fast you can’t tell what way is up, and you’re sure your knees will buckle at any moment. You blink a few times, shrinking under their gazes. Your heart speeds up and suddenly you’re pitching forwards. 

“Woah, cowgirl!” 

Genji, quick as always, moves his arm around your waist and catches you before you can even fall. He snakes his other arm under your legs and carries you to the bed, sitting you at the edge. 

You put your head in your hands. “I never wanted you guys to find out.”

“It’s okay to feel this way,” Genji pulls a hand from your face. 

Cassidy copies the cyborg but his touch is far less gentle. “We’re not gonna judge you.”

“It’s not!” You take a deep breath, almost choking on your words, “it’s not right for me to want both of you.”

Silence falls over the room. You sit there and wallow in your shame, too scared to breathe too deeply or move your hands out of theirs. You just want them to forget you’re there for a while. 

Genji glances at Cassidy over your head. The cowboy cocks an eyebrow and smirks slightly, and the cyborg blushes at what he knows he’s thinking. 

Cassidy’s metal hand moves from your hand to your jaw, tilting your head so that you’re forced to look at him. 

“What are you—,”

You’re cut off when his warm lips smash against yours. His touch immediately rekindles the fire inside of you, butterflies erupting in your stomach. He pulls away with a smirk, leaving you breathless. 

You don’t have time to properly process the kiss before Genji’s hand is on the back of your neck, turning your head to him and guiding your face towards his. He leans in, pressing his soft lips to yours. You melt into his touch, burning up beneath his fingers. 

You’re left wide eyed and gasping for air when he pulls away. “I don’t…I don’t understand…”

“Sh,” Cassidy places a hand on your thigh, rubbing up and down, “let us take care of you, okay?”

“But—,”

Genji shuts you up by pressing his lips to yours again, slipping his tongue into yours this time. You don’t fight back, desperate to have him. You can taste the alcohol on his breath but it only makes you want more. His hand reaches up to tangle in your hair, pushing you closer to him. 

Cassidy moves his hand farther up your thigh, brushing his knuckles against your throbbing core. You clench your legs around his hand, desperate for any sort of friction. 

“So needy,” he teases, moving his hand beneath the hem of your shirt. “Be patient, darling.”

You whine against Genji’s mouth, making the cyborg pull away. He gives you a lopsided grin, his cheeks just as pink as yours surely are. 

Cassidy tugs your shirt over your head, grinning when he sees you’re not in a bra. You expect him to make a comment, but he’s too busy staring at your bare chest. You glance at Genji only to realize he’s doing the same. Their eyes on you makes you self conscious and you find yourself moving to cover up. 

Cassidy catches your wrists in his hands. “Not so fast,” he tuts, and moves in to kiss you. 

You relax against him but only for a second before you feel Genji’s lips on your neck. His touch is gentle but with just enough pressure to make you whine and sent electricity down to your core. His teeth graze your collarbone and you moan into Cassidy’s mouth. 

The cyborg smiles against your skin, dead set on making you moan again. He kisses down your chest, kissing around your nipple before finally attaching his lips to it. 

You squirm, arching your back and moaning against Cassidy’s mouth. “G-genji,” a trail of saliva leaks from the side of your mouth as Cass pulls away. 

“So pretty,” he mumbles into your tit, teeth grazing your nipple as he speaks. 

You whimper, grinding your hips against the bed. Cassidy knows just what you need, and slips his knee between your legs before moving his lips to your other tit. 

You cry out at his added touch, grinding your wet pussy against Cassidy’s thigh. 

“Fuck,” he groans. “She’s so wet I can feel it through my jeans.”

Genji looks up at you, letting your nipple fall from his mouth. “You like this, baby?”

You can only nod, both boys chuckling at your dishevelled state. They can’t help but admire how cute you look with your rosy cheeks and messy hair and the drool around your mouth. 

Genji moves up to kiss you again while Cass slips down your pants. He’s pleased when he sees how soaked your panties are and quickly tugs them off of your legs. Your bare, glistening pussy greets him and he moans at the sight. 

So tight, it’s not hard to remember that no one’s ever touched you before. He rubs one of his fingers up your slit, poking your clit ever so slightly. You immediately react to his touch, whining and thrusting your hips forwards. More juices gush from you. 

“God, she’s so wet Gen,” he moans. “You gotta take a look at this.”

The ninja pulls back, staring at your perfect little pussy with his jaw dropped. His jeans suddenly feel too tight and all he wants is to bury his length inside of you.

Cassidy rubs his thumb across your clit. “Does that feel good, darling?”

You bite your lip and throw your head back, nodding furiously. Genji lays next to you, wrapping an arm around your thigh to pull it apart from your other one and open them up for the cowboy. His lips connect with your neck once more. 

Cassidy dips a finger into your dripping pussy, sinking right in. He groans at how well you take him, and slowly moves it in and out of you. He moves his other hand to play with your clit, pinching and twisting it in tune with your whines. 

He slips another finger in, stretching you out around him. He pushes them all the way up to the hilt, curling them inside of you. You whine, arching your back and trying to close your legs around his hand to get more, but Genji’s grip is too tight. 

“Patience,” he mumbles into your neck. 

You can feel his hard cock rubbing against your hip, the cyborg desperate for more friction. You rub your hand up his thigh and over the bulge, shuddering at how hard it feels. 

Genji shivers under your touch, opening his mouth to ask what you’re doing and closing it as soon as you unzip his pants. He helps you tug them down until they pool around his ankles. 

Your mouth practically waters at the outline of his cock through his boxers and you reach up to trace your fingers across it. Genji whines, propping himself up on his knees to give you better access. 

You slip your hand into his waistband and grip his length, slowly dragging your hand up and down his dick. He thrusts against your hand, desperate for more. You tug his boxers all of the way down, letting his cock spring free. It looks a lot bigger than it did in his pants, and the sight makes you clench your thighs. 

You spit into your hand and rub your saliva up his shaft, getting him nice and wet so you can rub your hand up and down it. Genji is mesmerised by you jerking him off, and he wants more. 

You wet your lips, getting ready to take him into your mouth. Before you can, you feel Cass start to suck on your clit while he adds an extra finger. You moan loudly, Genji taking this as an opportunity to push his cock into your mouth. 

His salty taste overwhelms you and you find yourself pushing your head down to take more. He wraps his fingers in your hair and holds it back, using it to guide you up and down. 

Cass continues his assault on your pussy, lapping the juices that gush from your hole with every thrust of his fingers. Your poor, swollen clit being sucked and licked at with no end in sight. 

You moan around Genji’s length, forcing yourself to take more of him. The cyborg can’t help but thrust into your mouth, forcing even more of his cock into your throat. You gag around it and the sounds make him moan even more. 

There’s a knot building in your stomach and you know you won’t last much longer. You grind your pussy against Cassidy’s face, desperate for more. The cowboy gladly gives it to you—fucking his fingers into you even faster than before. 

Your whines grow more and more desperate, drool leaking out at the space between Genji’s cock and your mouth. The cyborg watches as it drips down your chin and onto the peaks of your tits and wishes it was his cum coating you instead. 

Cassidy curls his fingers inside of you and you come undone. Your body tenses, your eyes roll back. Genji let’s his cock fall from your mouth, watching you with loving eyes as you cum on Cassidy’s face. 

Cassidy takes every drop of cum that you give him, lapping up your juices as they coat his chin and lips. He pulls back with a smirk, moving in to kiss you. You whine at the taste of yourself on his lips. 

“Now that you’re nice and stretched out,” he says, “why don’t you let Genji fuck that sweet pussy?”

You nod vigorously, your pussy already drenched at the thought. Genji shifts so he’s kneeling between your thighs, the head of his cock rubbing against your clit. His length is already glistening with your spit, but he collects your juices on his cock just in case. 

Genji locks eyes with you. “Are you sure?”

“Y-yeah.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. He sinks the head of his cock inside of you, and the stretch makes you whine. It’s slightly painful but the fullness it brings is the best thing you’ve ever felt. 

You tug Cassidy in for another kiss, using his lips to distract yourself from the sting of Genji’s cock bottoming out inside of you. He stays still once he’s all the way inside of you, letting you adjust to his size. 

You pull away from Cass to whimper a quick, “move, please.”

Genji can do nothing but oblige. He slowly pulls out before pushing back into you slowly, trying to keep his pace gentle and even while you get used to it. You can feel the throbbing of his cock inside of you and it only makes you whine and thrust your hips against him. 

You’re so distracted with Genji that you don’t even notice that Cass has discarded his pants and has his hard cock in your face.

 He rubs his cock head across your lips, “how’s about putting that pretty little mouth of yours to good use?”

His cock is thicker than Genji’s, and you’re worried that you won’t be able to take it all. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, letting him slowly push his cock into your mouth. He has more of a taste than Genji and you find yourself savouring it. 

Genji picks up the pace as if to remind you that he’s still there, smashing his hips against yours with every thrust. You suck harder on Cassidy’s cock, your moans catching in your throat and vibrating against his length. You can tell he’s holding back, but you don’t know why. 

Genji flicks his thumb across your clit, and your orgasm washes over you. Your pussy clenches around his cock and he’s sent over the edge with you, your tight pussy milking his cock for all its worth. You can’t help but whine at the feeling of his hot cum inside of you, filling you up all the way. 

He pulls out at the same time as Cassidy, forcing a gasp from your lips. Cum pools between your legs, dripping down your thighs and Genji’s cock. 

“How was that?” Genji asks. 

“S-so good.”

You can barely speak, the overstimulation washing over you in waves and practically drowning you. Genji laughs at the fucked out expression on your face, laying down next to you and pulling you so your back is on his chest. 

You don’t realize what’s happening until Cassidy is between your legs. “Think you can do one more?” 

You nod, the idea of being fucked full of both of their cum too good to pass up. 

Genji kisses your cheek, “that’s our girl.”

Cassidy pushes inside of you slowly, your saliva and Genji’s cum acting as a lubricant. The stretch stings slightly, but it goes away quickly. Cassidy bottoms out inside of you quickly, making you cry out when the tip of his cock brushes against your cervix. 

“C-Cass!”

He pulls out and slams back inside of you, making you squeal at the friction. Genji plants kisses up your neck and shoulders to calm you down, his fingers working at your nipples. 

Cassidy leans against you, pushing your thighs up against your tummy in a mating press. He’s desperate, fucking into you so fast and so hard you can barely keep track. Your head is dizzy from your orgasms and everything is so hot and so sensitive. 

With the way the cowboy is fucking you like you’re his last and the way Genji is toying with your nipples, you know you won’t last much longer. Based on the way Cassidy’s cock is twitching instead of you, you know he won’t either. 

Genji pinches your nipples and Cassidy slams his hips against yours again and you come undone. Tears leak from your eyes as your pussy gushes out around his cock, your whole body spasming. Genji holds you tightly through your orgasm, rubbing your shoulders and whispering reassurance in your ear. 

Cassidy cums right after you do, thrusting into you one last time to get his cock as deep as possible. Hot cum floods inside of you, mixing with Genji’s and filling you up completely. He continues fucking into you through your orgasm, waiting to pull out until all of his cum has been fucked into you. 

When he pulls out, their cum gushes out of you, dripping down your thighs. He gathers it on his finger and pushing it back inside of you, laughing at the way you squirm from his touch. 

He pulls his finger out and slips it into your mouth, letting you suck off the mixture of your cum, his cum and Genji’s cum. The taste barely registers, your senses dull in your fucked out state. 

Cassidy plants a kiss to your forehead, smoothing your sweaty hair back. “Such a good girl.”

“Our good girl,” Genji adds. 

[genjispeace]

Hear me out… Moira lab assistant x black watch genji era- lab- chemicals- aphrodisiac? GN or fem reader whichever you prefer- Ty and i love your work!! ❤️

A/N: Thank you so much for this request. I had a lot of fun writing this, and it's certainly filthy. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do <3

tags: genji x reader, gn afab reader, unprotected sex, aphrodisiac, kinda mutual pining, rough sex, several orgasms, dirty talk

SOMETHING IN THE AIR

A soft yawn escapes your mouth as you scribble down notes.  Moira had asked you to stay up late to finish up some tests on one of her projects. Being her lab assistant has certainly impacted your sleeping schedule, but it is still a job that you enjoy. You were, however, on a need-to-know basis on most of the experiments and projects, which usually meant you weren’t given many details. Currently, you’re supposed to be working on a type of venom that disables any abilities one has, such as Moira’s own grasp. 

A soft knock sounds on the lab doors, and you call out to the visitor. You lift your head up from your work as the door opens and smile when Genji stands there. He holds a glass of water in his hand, sweats and a long sleeved t-shirt on his body, and a black fabric mask over his face. 

“Hi, Genji,” you greet him sweetly. You drop your pen and walk around the lab table to get to him. The two of you have been friends for a while, but ever being anything more was tricky. You’d be lying if you said you have never thought about him in a romantic sense, but you hardly felt like it was something possible. The two of you kissed once, a soft and sweet, two second kiss that was interrupted, but nothing more. It’s tricky to date in Overwatch, and emotions make things complicated. Though, there are some nights you found yourself wishing the kiss was never interrupted. 

“I brought you this. I’m sure you’ve been drinking coffee all night, so it’s time for some water,” Genji passes the glass to you, the ice clinking with the movement. You turn to look at your workspace, seeing two coffee cups sitting there. He knows you well, and it never fails to warm your heart. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, taking the glass and placing it on the lab table next to you. Genji nods, taking a few steps back. You watch him retreat, the silence between the two of you making your heart ache. It was never like this before the two you kissed. 

‘Genji, I-” you start to say, but he takes a few steps to the left and runs his hand along one of the shelves. You watch his movements as he gently touches each of the bottles on them.

“What are these?” He asks you. The bottles are full of liquids of different colors, each with different effects. 

“Uh…old projects, I think,” you say. The dark blue liquid in the bottle Genji touches was a paralyzing agent, used for a mission that Moira went on. Some of them, though, you don’t recognize. Some of them probably have labels written on the bottom, but they are typically in some sort of code, so only Moira and, occasionally, you can read them. 

“Did you work on any of them?” Genji asks, his dark eyes connecting with yours from across the room. 

“Some of them, but nothing near what Moira has done,” you mutter. You’re her assistant, so you are essentially in her shadow. 

“I wouldn’t exactly say she’s the best role model,” Genji says, his hand stopping at a bottle full of a cloudy pink liquid. He pulls it off of the shelf, seemingly interested in this one. “This bottle isn’t like the others.”

You frown, taking steps closer to him until you are close enough to properly examine the bottle in his hands. He holds it carefully, making sure not to drop the glass, but you notice that he’s right. The other bottles have caps or corks keeping them sealed, but this one seems to have been melted shut, like Moira didn’t want to risk any of it escaping, even the fumes. 

“Hm. I haven’t noticed that before,” you say, reaching up to take the bottle from him. 

“You didn’t work on that one?” Genji asks, watching your face closely. His eyes seem to shimmer when you look up at him.

“No, not this one,” you flip the bottle around softly, trying to read the bottom, but you somehow lose your grip and the bottle clatters to the ground. The sound of shattering glass fills the room, and you watch with wide eyes as the pink liquid bubbles as soon as it touches air, the liquid evolving into fumes. The pink air flitters around, seemingly wrapping its tendrils around you and Genji. 

“Fuck,” you whisper out. You’ve broken plenty of things before and, while Moira wasn’t happy about it, she understood that accidents happen. This, though, is different. You don’t know what you just released. “At least we aren’t dead.”

You drop to your knees after the poor excuse to lighten the mood (though, it’s true, some of those bottles would have killed both of you), and dig through the glass shards. 

“Be careful!” Genji exclaims, dropping to his knees with you and wrapping his hands around your wrists. He tries to pull you away from the glass, but you manage to find the shard that has a piece of tape on it. You flip it over, and immediately wrangle yourself free of Genji’s grip when you see the label. Aphrodisiakos. A project you had only heard about, one where Moira was tasked with creating an aphrodisiac. 

“You need to leave,” you shudder out, trying to create more space between the two of you. You try to climb to your feet, but slip on the tile floor. Aphrodisiakos was one of Moira’s strongest creations: a 98.7% success rate, even when the subjects are only exposed to fumes. Ingesting it increases that rate. 

“Okay, relax. What is it?” Genji tries to move closer to you, but you back up again. He stays crouched, like he’s trying to approach a startled animal. 

“Genji, you need to leave…” you mutter out, already feeling a warmth building up in your throat. You remember reading about this project. It didn’t take long for aphrodisiakos to start to work. It was mere minutes before it started to impact you, probably Genji too, and you need him away from you. 

“I’m not leaving until you at least tell me what it was,” he narrows his eyes, but you can only shudder. Sure, he deserves to know, considering it may have an impact on him as well, but the thought of explaining it has your cheeks flushing.

“It’s…uh…” your throat feels like you swallowed cotton and the smell of walnuts and Genji’s cologne is filling your nose, the scent going straight to your core. “Meant to…increase…sex drive.” 

“What?” Genji says, you eventually get your feet under you and stand. Continuing to back away from him, you need to get his scent away from you before you…no, that’s the drug speaking. 

“It’s a fuck potion, Genji!” You scream out, your frustration mixing with the project’s chemicals. You keep backing up, him closing every inch of space you try to put in between the two of you. 

“Like an aphrodisiac?” He asks.

“A strong one,” you say, your back slamming into the lab table behind you. “You need to leave, now.”

It’s less of a command and more of a plea. You already struggle controlling yourself around Genji as it is, but this is a completely different game now. If he doesn’t leave, you don’t know what will happen. 

“Gen-” you call out as he continues to close the distance between the two of you. His dark eyes watch you with an intensity you have never seen from him. His scent fills your nose more as he gets closer, and it’s starting to make you dizzy.

“What if I don’t want to leave?” Genji says once he’s almost touching you. His presence, his scent, the feel of his breath, it’s all too much for your burning skin. You feel like you’re on fire, the heat pooling in your center until you can barely stand. Genji seems to notice the weakening in your knees and he reaches out to wrap his arm around your waist and steady you, but the feeling of him touching you has you melting even more. 

“You need to…go,” you can barely get the words out when you feel his fingers drum along your skin. It feels like you have a fever, and sweat starts to bead along your forehead. You look up at Genji, and he stares down at you with glowing eyes.

“Then who would take care of you?” His voice sounds low, and the sound builds the heat under your skin. You might actually explode if you don’t have some relief soon. How the fuck is this so effective?

“I need…something you can’t…” You start to say but your voice falters when Genji’s other hand runs along the back of your thighs and he lifts you into his arms. Your limbs are too weak to fight him and he places you on the lab table. 

“I know what you need, baby. Let me help you,” Genji purrs against your neck. You shudder at the sound, at the vibrations from his voice. Your body seems to be picking up on even the smallest things, because it’s all driving you insane. You squirm when you feel Genji’s hand pressing into your inner thigh over your jeans. Any thought about arguing with him dies as soon as his pinky finger ghosts over your clothed core. 

“Please,” is all you can manage to say. You hear fabric snap and feel soft lips against the skin on your neck. Your neck falls back as Genji presses rough kisses into it. His tongue slides up along it, and the feeling as your legs clenching together. You need his tongue somewhere else. You feel him smile against your skin as he continues to press kisses there. He eventually pulls back, leveling his eyes with you. His face is maskless, the scars sending heat to your core. Perhaps you shouldn’t be so turned on by his appearance, but it has you dripping for him. You blame it on the drug. 

“Just for the record, I would do this without an aphrodisiac,” Genji mutters, then his hand balls in your hair and pushes you against him, your lips crashing together. You moan into his kiss, rough and commanding. His tongue glides along your bottom lip and the motion makes you whimper against him. You try to fight for dominance in the kiss, but when his other hand reaches your hip, you fall apart. All your skin seems to be on fire, his kiss burning you down to your nerve endings. 

When he pulls away, his lips are wet and a smile is on them, which reveals a single dimple in his cheek. You don’t have much time to admire him, though, because he drops to his knees in front of you. The lab table puts you at the perfect height for him, and the sight of him on his knees makes you shudder. 

“Help me take these off,” Genji’s hands stop at the button of your jeans, “or I cut them off.”

You nod, lifting your hips so he can pull your jeans off easier. Once off, he throws them across the lab, and his mouth is immediately pressed to your inner thighs. You groan out, a soft plea. You need him somewhere else. You feel a metal finger against your waistband, the cold a stark chill to your burning skin. He wraps his finger around the waistband of your underwear and pulls, the fabric ripping easily under his strength. 

He pulls the shreds away, leaving your bottom half bare. The cool air of the lab kisses your skin, hot with desire, and it has a shiver running along your spine. His hand reaches your core quickly, his fingers hovering just above it. 

“Wanna come on my hands?” Genji moves his face forward, until he is mere inches from your core. “Or on my tongue? Or perhaps my cock?”

You feel the words on your core and it makes you jolt.

“All three? How perfect,” Genji answers his own question, then his fingers are finally on you. It’s his metal hand, which feels cold against your scalding core. Your head falls back as he runs his fingers along your slit, slowly tracing your core. It’s slow, teasing, but you know he won’t have to work very hard for you to orgasm right now. 

“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby,” he whispers, placing a soft kiss to your thigh. 

“It’s the…” you start, but yelp when you feel a pinch on your thigh. Genji bites down softly on the skin, enough to make it sting but not enough to truly hurt.

“Don’t you dare say it’s the drug. I bet you’ve been plenty wet for me before without it,” he mutters. “I bet you were wet when we kissed the first time, huh?”

“Yes,” you say softly. You want to say more, but a finger pushes into you and any words are replaced by soft mewls. 

“It’s okay. I was hard then too,” Genji says against your skin, his finger working in and out of you. He adds another finger easily, and your hands grip onto the edge of the table. His other hand reaches up and finds your clit, moving it in slow circles. A moan escapes your lips, and you flush at how loud it was.

“I knew you’d sound pretty,” Genji says, pushing harder on the circles in your clit. The heat that was on your skin seems to all move to your core, building up like a ticking bomb. Your knuckles tighten around the rim of the desk until they’re white and your arms are shaking. Genji seems to notice, as he picks up his pace. You start to shake harder, your heat building up, until it all explodes. You scream out his name as you come on his fingers, and he continues to work you through it. 

You barely catch your breath before his mouth is on your core, his tongue lapping against you. 

“Genji!” You scream out, your body still shaking from the first orgasm. You feel his tongue lap one last lick, before he pulls away.

“I told you, three times. That was only on my hands, baby,” he says, looking up at you. His dark eyes are full of promise and his lips are wet with your release. The sight is enough to make your heart flutter and a shot of heat go straight through your body. He seems to know his effect on you, because a cocky smile takes place on his features and he keeps eye contact and he lowers his mouth back to your pussy. His tongue swirls around your clit, and the motion has your head falling back and your hand reaching to his hair. He continues to lap at you, like he’s a starving man devouring dessert. 

He builds your orgasm quickly and with expert precision. You’re sure he would be making cocky comments if his mouth wasn’t busy. 

“Fuck, Genji, please,” you mutter out, tugging on his soft hair. He growls against your core, plunging his tongue into you and using his finger on your clit. You scream out, your back arching into him. 

You continue repeating his name like a manta, a sacred prayer between the two of you, as your second orgasm takes over. It rattles your entire body, your thighs shaking around his head. He uses one of his arms to steady you, but you still shake enough to rattle the table. The orgasm hits as hard as the first one, the heat exploding like a bomb inside you. He continues to lap at your core as you ride out your orgasm. Every drop seems to land on his tongue, and he takes it like it’s the nectar of the gods. 

Once you are finally done, he pulls back. His mouth and chin are both wet, and a toothy smile is on his face. He stands and brushes a stray hair out of your face.

“One more. Can you take it?” He asks. The promise makes you shiver, but the heat in your body answers the questions for you. 

“I need it,” you plead, reaching forward and fisting his shirt to pull him closer. His smile deepens, that dimple showing up again. You yank at the hem of his shirt and he seems to get the message, pulling his shirt over his head. You reach out to him again, your hands pressing against the soft skin of his stomach. The toned muscles under pale skin flex under your touch, and you dig your nails in slightly. Genji makes a low noise as your nails drag along his skin. He continues to let your hands roam his body as he loosens the strings in his sweats, letting them drop to the ground. The bulge in his boxers catches your attention, and your hand immediately moves to it. As soon as your fingertips barely touch it, Genji pulls in a sharp breath through his teeth. He’s so hard that you can already see the drips of precum darkening his boxers. You give it one stroke through his underwear, and his forehead falls against yours. 

“Just the drug?” You tease him, a soft smile on your face. He shakes his head.

“Absolutely not. Part drugs, part you. Mostly you,” Genji admits. Your hand moves slowly, and you can feel Genji’s abs tense as you reach your hand under his underwear band. You dig your nails into his skin before wrapping your hand around his cock. He seems to hold his breath as he waits for your next more. You stroke it slowly, getting used to the way it feels in your hand. He feels big. 

“Let me fuck you, please,” Genji says. “I need to be inside you.” 

“Please,” is all you respond before Genji is pulling away and ripping your shirt over your head. Your bra gets unsnapped and thrown across the floor somehow, baring your entire body to him. 

“So fucking beautiful,” Genji says. He pulls his boxers down and they end up thrown in another clothes pile, and you can finally admire him. You were right, he’s big, and flesh. Your core clenches at the sight of his cock dripping with precum. You need him inside you, now. 

He moves back to you, his hands gripping onto your hips. Your legs spread for him, almost of their own accord, before he’s lining up at your entrance. You mutter out another plea, begging for him inside you, and it seems to snap any resolve he had left. He pushes into you, the wetness of your arousal welcoming him easily. The stretch still burns, the sting feeling like its own version of heaven. The room fills with soft breaths and moans he pushes more inches into you.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he says, as you take every inch of him. You feel so good, so full, but you need more. Genji seems to read you perfectly, because he starts to thrust in and out. It’s slow at first, and it makes you moan each time he pushes in. Even his thrusts are perfect, each motion pushing you further and further to the edge. You whimper his name again, like he’s a prayer on your lips. Maybe he is. 

As his thrusts start to pick up, the lab table starts to shake under you. Instruments clatter to the ground, beakers shatter, but you don’t care. All you care about is Genji and the orgasm that is building inside you. His hands on your hips dig in harder and his thrusts start to get sloppy. More heat builds in your core as he pounds into you and you start to whine out. The orgasm builds more, like a star about to explode, until you’re fulfilling his promise. You come around his cock, clenching onto him and screaming out his name. Your nails dig into his back, and the motion is enough to send him the rest of the way over the edge. He moans out your name, then rests his head on your shoulder as his orgasm rocks through his body. His shoulders shake as you feel his come shoot inside you, making you sensitive pussy throb. 

He presses soft kisses to your shoulder where he rests as he regains his composure. Once you’ve both caught your breath, he moves away from you. He reaches to grab the glass of water he brought you, that somehow didn’t fall off of the table, and offers it to you. You laugh softly, taking it and taking a sip. The cool liquid feels nice on your throat, and it’s not long before sleepiness starts to seep into your bones. Genji pulls his sweats on and somehow gets your sleepy self to put his shirt on. 

“Come on. My room is only a few feet away. You can sleep there,” he says.

“I don’t think I can walk,” you say with a soft laugh, but it’s true. Your legs feel like jelly and you’re fairly certain you’d fall as soon as you tried to stand. Genji smiles back at you, putting his arm against your back and the other one at the bend of your knees, before he lifts you off of the table. As he carries you to his room, you bury your face in his chest. It’s late enough that the halls are empty.

“Wanna know something about aphrodisiakos?” Genji asks.

“Hm?” Is all you respond. 

“It only works on people who already had feelings for each other,” he says. You scowl. Now that he mentions it, you do remember reading something like that in Moira’s notes. You smile against his chest as sleep takes over. You have always had feelings for him.

[yanderes-galore]

Hello, can I have a blackwatch reaper concept

Sure! It's good for me to separate him and Reaper since I think they act differently.

Yandere! Blackwatch! Gabriel Reyes Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Blood, Violence, Kidnapping, Stalking, Jealousy, Love bites, Brief mentions of murder, Forced relationship.

Even Gabriel now was used to the shadows.

While Jack Morrison took control of Overwatch and acted as a hero, Gabriel Reyes was left to do undercover missions in Blackwatch.

Gabriel is said to have been an understandable person with a headstrong nature.

He cares for those under him yet was always cynical when it came to Overwatch.

Supposedly he was jealous of Jack who had all the spotlight.

Regardless, for a little while at least, he accepted his role as assassin and spy.

Under his command he has Cole Cassidy, Genji Shimada, and Moira.

Those were the ones primarily under his care.

I feel Gabriel Reyes is less... intimidating than Reaper.

He's said to be more casual with those he enjoys.

Which makes me think he'd try more to be involved in his obsession's life.

When in reality, he's a killer and you never knew it.

I like to think Blackwatch agents had their own life outside of what they do.

Like to put up a front?

Maybe not all of them did... but I do think Gabriel did.

It might go against canon, but it's a neat idea to think about.

Imagine you met Gabriel one day and befriended him.

He's no doubt more friendly during this time than he is as Reaper later on.

While Reaper as a yandere tends to lurk and stalk like a bad omen...

Gabriel Reyes has a better chance of being part of your life.

He's secretive about his past and line of work.

He'd often make up some lie or bend the truth a bit when you ask.

Despite this, he acts as a friend and soon maybe a potential partner for you.

He's more talkative and casual, making jokes or even playfully flirting.

I like to think Reyes is a charmer before becoming Reaper.

More manipulative, too.

He acts all social and invested in you whenever he's free...

Then goes back to his job of keeping Omnics and political figures in check.

He's living a double life when it comes to you.

While he's a leader and supposed member of 'Overwatch' with you...

He's actually an assassin who has gotten blood on his hands more times than he can count.

Although since he's doing this double life, it means you'll trust him more.

Which means when his obsession gets worse, he can probably get away with stalking you or lingering in the shadows around you.

Yes, he still has that habit even before he's Reaper.

It's just as Reaper, that's his only chance of being close to you.

As Reyes?

Well now he can always be involved.

Gabriel no doubt knows him pursuing you can be dangerous.

He has a dangerous job and is acutely aware of how dangerous his feelings are.

He's used to his violent nature due to his job.

Yet he also notes how he tenses when he sees you with other men.

He knows you should just be friends...

But eventually I can see him asking you out to drinks or something.

Then you start dating purely out of curiosity.

Gabriel has a better chance of actually having you to himself.

While Reaper is forced to shadow you to satiate himself.

Gabriel Reyes is capable of actually being your lover while he gives into darker desires.

You're probably blind to his true nature.

With you he's loving and affectionate, greeting you with kisses and often visiting your apartment.

Yet when you think he's away... He's closer than you think.

Gabriel keeps a close eye on you in between missions.

He only ever pulls his guns on those who need it...

But there's been times he's thought of doing it due to jealousy.

He may also vent his possessive behavior through his actions with you.

He could cuddle you in your apartment, listening to your day.

Yet if you bring up a coworker or something Overwatch related...

His grip tightens.

That or maybe you two are getting a bit... intimate as he kisses you.

You don't even have to mention something sometimes... There's times he'll just feel the need to vent his jealousy...

Which makes him nip your skin a bit harshly, wanting to see it bruise.

There's times his love is intense, yes.

But it's mostly normal in your eyes.

You have no clue that he stalks, spies, and kills people....

No, you don't think Gabriel Reyes is a monster until he rises from the dead.

When the explosion at Overwatch's headquarters occurs, you think your lover died.

As far as you know, your boyfriend is dead...

You never stopped crying.

You end up trying to recover from his death for months.

Yet at some point, Gabriel is around, watching you mourn.

You don't see Gabriel as a monster until he breaks into your home like a wraith, a death mask covering his features.

Even then you're thankful for the mask, as he smells of death as he stalks about your home.

You scream, begging to know who he is.

Only for him to remove the mask...

Making you feel sick.

Normally people would be happy to see their beloved alive again.

Not you.

He looks like a corpse to you...

His voice is now distorted, rotten as he encourages you to embrace him.

He tells you he wants you to come with him, that he's still your Reyes.

But he's not, not to you.

He's a monster, not your boyfriend.

When you refuse... He takes you by force.

He wrangles you into his grasp before sneaking off into the darkness.

When you try to scream... He covers your mouth.

This is no longer Reyes.

This is Reaper.

He's an omen of death that has always kept track of you since Moira revived him.

By this point, manipulation isn't needed.

He already knows he's a monster, one you no longer love.

But you're all he has left now... You're meant to be his...

He won't let anyone else have you, even now.

[genji-centric]

Hii! I really like your work:) Hope you’re doing well! I’ve never requested anything from anyone on tumblr lol

Could you write reader(f) and Genji(Blackwatch or Post-blackwatch!) hanging with friends somewhere like at a party/gathering/bar and someone is clearly flirting with the reader but they’re clueless and Genji gets jealous and possessive? You can add if he interjects slightly or not, just want the ending to be nsfw 👀💦!

Ahh, I feel embarrassed 💀

Omg tsym!! And don't be!! You're asking this blog, yk.. the one created by pure lust for a fictional character so shhh. Never be ashamed of requests, I have the anon option for a reason ^^ I've chosen Blackwatch Genji because he is so much fun to write and absolutely strikes me as the type to be jealous. And sorry this took so long!! Enjoy ^^

Genji was always doing his job, whatever Reyes told him to do it was done. Overwatch was the reason he was alive, so it was his only motive in his new robotic life. His days were cold, devoid of the relaxed afternoons out in the sun. Instead of laying down in the gardens of the Shimada estate Genji would now be in medical office, or a back alley taking out a target. He never had that warmth again, even most of his body could never truly feel warm.

And yet somehow, Genji found someone. It felt like decades since he last felt the embrace of a woman, being looked at with such love regardless of how monstrous he saw himself. Which is why once he got a taste, he would never, never in a million years, let someone look at you the same way he got to.

You were everything. He finally felt alive, not just a being who was supposed to return the favor for living. You understood him. You were like a drug, a feeling of pure euphoria he never felt. Everything before Overwatch felt distant, blurry, and plagued by hatred of the one person he saw to be a friend let alone brother. Nobody could take that feeling or normalcy away from him, no man was deserving of you. You chose him, he was the only person to see you in such a way.

Genji grew to be both needy and lovesick for you, not that he didn't know it was wrong.. but after so long without love a man can change.

He was far different from the man he once was, Genji Shimada was popular with women. His spare time having a group of girls wanting a piece of the rich bad boy persona he had. Genji never really understood that feeling of jealousy the women around him had towards eachother. He'd always laugh at them, lighthearted of course but he didn't understand why. Not like he was fighting for attention, girls were easy. At least back then.

Which is why he glared daggers at the man who was sitting in his seat at the bar. Reyes had given him the night off, a rare luxury and you two decided to go on a little out of hour work function at some higher end bar. Overwatch didn't make them official but many people and their close loved ones were.

And Genji was well aware of the bastard cowboy in his spot. Cole Cassidy was the face he had to see countless times, never taking missions seriously and a real lack of care that just ticked him off in every conceivable way. Maybe that's how people thought of him before, but Cole just ticked him off more then he usually did.

Your smile was the only thing to keep that blood in the countless tubes of his body flowing. And that wasn't directed at him, no. The way you looked at Cole.. Genji hated it. He felt his arm shift, but he didn't retrieve the built in shurikens like he oh so wanted, as much as he wanted to pounce at the cowboy he knew better.

Genji knew one dumb action was enough to get him in hot waters, either with Reyes or the doctor responsible for his very life at the other table. Instead he just stepped over to you both, he was seething with anger. Cole had his back to the cyborg but you could see the slight bit of Genji's face he made visible. And you knew when he was angry.

"Cole. Move."

Was all the man said, cold and robotic. When he was pissed, the vocal box he had installed never failed to put people around him tense when he wanted them to be. Yet Cole just turned his head slightly, giving a casual shake of his head.

"What? Can't a man just have a little chat with a fine young lady?"

"Not with, Y/N. Now move."

In all honesty, you didn't see him in that way. Genji was all you needed, yet here you were not even aware of Cassidy trying to replace that. You were angry too, hell, Genji definitely made you two official and yet here was some rugged gunslinger not even making his flirting obvious. You definitely didn't mean to encourage it, just being polite and here Genji was seeing the worst.

Cole seemed peeved, but suprisningly got up with out a fight. Perhaps working with Genji gave him more insight to know when he should pick his battles, this moment definitely not being one of them. As you expected Genji to sit down he didn't, still standing behind the now empty chair. Odd, as you opened your mouth to speak he cut you off.

"We're going back home."

You thought about arguing, but that was clearly not the right thing to do. The ride home was quiet, and Genji still seemed ready to pounce at anyone who looked at you. If it wasn't Cole flirting you know anyone else would have to go to a hospital, not a single doubt there.

Stepping back into your shared apartment Genji still was quiet, a silent rage that spoke his feelings loud. The air felt tense, like everything around you both was waiting for what Genji was about to do. Looking at him from the corner of your eye, you saw him look back to you. His eyes narrowed.

"Why did you let him?"

You felt cold, he still had an edge to his voice.

"I.. I just thought he was being nice.. I know he was your coworker and just wanted to be friendly.."

"Friendly? Cassidy doesn't do shit unless he gains something."

Genji leaned over you, your breath hitched when you looked up to him. His brows were furrowed, and his nose scrunched from a presumed frown. He gave you a look over, focusing more downwards past your face.

He let out an angered sigh, hands shifting behind his head to remove the metal visor he had. Genji tossed the peice of metal onto a nearby chair, he turned back. You could see the displeased expression, a mix of annoyance and something else.

"Damned Cole.."

Was all he said before practically pouncing on you, pulling you close and kissing you. He nipped at your lips slightly, the kiss was clumsy. He was desperate for you, he wanted to claim you. He pulled away, letting you catch your breath.

"You're mine.. nobody else's."

You nodded.

"I'm yours."

"Good girl."

He kissed you once more, but ended it faster. He started to walk over to the bedroom, you followed him.

He opened the door for you, as you stepped in you heard the door shut and a click of the lock. You knew Genji always kept his door locked. He always was like that so the sound didn't startle you, but you always knew he locked the door when you two would fool around.

Your thoughts stopped when you felt him grab your arm harshly, not enough to hurt you but just enough to pull you to the bed. Genji pushed you down, your back hit the soft blankets of your comforter.

The man above you wasted no time in joining you on the bed, both your guy's legs dangled off the edge. That didn't matter, Genji was quick to tackle you to the mattress. He captured your lips into another heated make out, his hands roamed around your body. Grabbing at your flesh through your clothes, you could feel the hardening shaft in his pants against your leg. He wasn't getting any friction, he groaned into the kiss, clearly wanting more. He pulled away, panting like a dog in heat.

"Hah.. you're mine.. Y/N. Nobody else's."

His lids were half lidded, but held a passion that he always would have during his time with you. Genji was always head over heels for you, and being so close made him almost drunk at the feeling. And to think someone like Cole would try to steal it from him.

In the mix of lust and love for you, his hazy mind still had leftover resentment from the bar. He knew it wasn't you, and yet.. you still talked to him.

Genji always rode the fine line of right and wrong. Before he still tried to be a good person, the things he would do in the bedroom remained pretty vanilla. But now, he saw it as something he could never have again, yet he does. That passion always makes him indulge roughly, grabbing and skin and biting until blood spills.

Just like now, how he ruts at a hard and fast pace. As he kissed you he nipped at your lips, groaning at the slight taste of iron on his tongue. Genji's grip was firm, too firm. The hand he had left of his broken body dug it's nails into the side of your torso. The other harshly gripping into the meat of your arm, like he still couldn't quite grasp his grip strength.

And yet, it still wasn't enough.

Genji pulled away, pulling his hands away too. The lack of contact made you wine, he smirked.

"Hah.. still want more? You want me?"

You nodded, he was all you ever wanted.

"Me? And not.. not some drunk cowboy?"

No. Cole could never compare, he wouldn't treat you with such high regard as Genji does. Each act of love cementing in place how truly honored he is to have you. Nobody is special like Genji, those deep red eyes, that soft black hair.

"No.. only you, Genji.."

You shyly smiled, blush creeping onto your cheeks. Genji smiled, a warm and soft smile spreading across his face. Everytime you said something like that he could never get enough, no drug in the world could compare.

Genji began to continue running his hands along your sides, letting out content grunts and groans as he did. He was always vocal about how you made him feel, this time no different from the rest. Aside from how much more he enveloped your senses, like everything you had was his and his alone. No man could love you like he could, no man could fuck you like he could.

He shifted so he could start to tug and the hem of your pants, the fabric blocking him from his goal. You were quick to let him remove the garmets, leaving you in your underwear. With a content sigh he reached down, running his fingers along the front of your panties right agasint your clit.

"Tsk.. already so wet for me.. and only me."

His fingers slipped past the thin fabric, he ran circles into your bud of nerves. Slow. Deliberate. Teasing.

"Genji.. please.."

"Shhh.. I'm with you.. let me have my fun, Y/N.."

He placed soft, delicate kisses along ypur neck, chuckling at the noises you made from his touch.

"So needy.. so perfect.."

Genji continued to swirl his finger along your clit, always so precise in where to touch you. He had expierence, and now everything he learned he used on you, his actions always had a goal. And that goal was always the same, make you feel good.

He wanted to be the only source of pleasure you got, his body was broken, but he wanted him to be the only way you could cum. The pride he felt when feeling you throb to his touch, the whimpers of pleasure from what he did.. Genji wanted more.

His breaths were hot and heavy against your ear, air would be sucked in through his teeth. Even giving you pleasure was enough to make him grunt in your ear, it felt amazing and overwhelming all at once. With his free hand he reached down and tugged at the drawstring of his sweatpants.

"I need you.. now."

He placed a needy kiss to your neck, his lips were warm. The constant friction to your clit made your head feel dizzy, Genji always knew how to touch you. Your senses heightened, the feeling of pleasure started to build up.

"Genji.. mm close.."

He let out a little chuckle.

"Yes.. I know Y/N.. cum for me."

The feeling in your stomach tightened, he kept his fingers moving at the same pace. It all felt so good.. it was Genji.. he was there and all for you. It all became too much, the tension snapping as you went over the edge. His fingers kept the pace, riding you through your orgasm.

"That's it.. fuck.. Y/N you do so much to me.. you don't even know.."

He pulled his hand away, he held his hand in front of your face. A content smirk across his features. He splayed them apart, making a show of your fluids connecting in a string along his fingers. While maintaining eye contact he ran his tongue along them. Seemingly savoring the taste.

"Taste so good too.. and all mine to enjoy.."

Nothing could compare to the love he had for you.. how much he enjoyed having you all to himself. Genji needed more, he pulled away, ripping down his sweatpants and boxers to free his throbbing cock. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, no longer having to deal with the constraints of his clothing.

He kicked the clothes no longer needed to the ground, he would pick up later. Genji gave you a playful smile before he pushed your legs up, giving him easy access.

"I've wanted this since the bar.. you looked so good in the lighting.."

He pressed the tip against you, him grunting at the feeling. Even the smallest things got him vocal, Genji lived and breathed for you. The clutches you had on him could never compare, he was all yours. Genji wanted you all to himself. With the slick from your previous orgasm he was able to slide in with ease, the warmth had him gasping.

"Y/N.. hah.. I love you.."

You couldn't help but whimper, for each moment like this every word he said couldn't help but add more blush to your cheeks. He continued to ease into you, the stretch was just to much but not enough. He was big, but not the the point it hurt.

Genji was halfway inside now, he ran his lone still flesh hand along your hip. His hand was warm, compared to the usual cold he was.

He pushed in more, his cock stretching you out perfectly. As he was fully in, he let out a shaky sigh. Holding your hips with both hands, his thumbs rubbing circles into your flesh.

"You.. Y/N.. Only you.."

Everything he did was for you now, nothing and nobody could compare. He slid out before pressing himself back in, the motion earning more noises from you. He smirked, repeating it again, and again. The pace was slow, but as he continued the desperation to fully burry himself in you grew. Soon he was thrusting in fast, the drip on your hips was rough as he slammed his cock deeper into you.

Genji whined at the feeling, you just felt so good. He couldn't care the idea of someone having you beneath them like he had.

The feeling of his cock repeatedly pressing against the sweet spot inside, it made your toes curl. Genji shuddered, groaning and gasping at how tight you felt. You both felt close to your approaching orgasms. His hand reached down between you, rubbing circles into your clit.

The added stimulation soon became too much, the tightening in your stomach snapped as you came. The feeling of you pulsing made Genji grunt out some curses before he fucked into you faster. Harder. His mind clouded with his own orgasm soon approaching.

His rubbing on your clit stopped before he was holding onto your hips to the point that it hurt, Genji moaned as he came deep inside you. His hips faltered and ropes of cum spurted inside. Genji closed his eyes in bliss, times like this made him feel whole again. Being buried deep inside the lone person he valued, he felt like him. Regardless of the metal his body was mostly made of, he felt you around him. He heard you moan his name. You were his, and he was yours.

Genji nuzzled into your neck, placing a kiss to your collarbone. You both could worry about cleaning up afterwards, all that mattered to him was laying in the bliss of your highs and eachother. Genji had a content smile on his face, before he spent his nights alone. He was cold, alone.. angry. In your arms he felt seen, comforted. It was like those peaceful days on the Shimada estate, but now he had someone he could see a future with, his future with. Nobody else could ever dream of it, nobody.

[sovmisee]

requests are open, ask box!

genji kneeling in front of you so you can remove his mask and see him. he’s so vulnerable with you and is literally putting everything he has in ur hands <33

after the accident genji had shut everyone and everything out. he didn’t want to be seen, ashamed. he didn’t want friend, let alone a lover. but then you waltzed into his life. and suddenly he was more careful on missions. he actually feared dying, feared being taken away from you. who would be there to save you if you couldn’t hold your own ground?

he loves you with everything he has left of him. he never thought someone could love him for what he had become. never imagined someone as sweet, soft as you. would love and cherish someone like him. someone with blood on their hands.

he’d kill for you, he’d die for you. anything, for you.

omg he’s so <333. i <3 genji w everything i have.

[ithecrystaldragonheart]

Overwatch Incorrect Quote

Y/N:And you are?

Blackwatch Era Genji:A cyborg ninja.

Y/N:Cyborg ninja, what the shit! That's the coolest thing ever!

Y/N:So what, you're like his sidekick?

Gabriel:No, trainee.

Genji:Can we go?

Y/N, mocking:Look I'm a handsome tortured soul, I'd rather be anywhere than here! I'm all about long sullen silences, followed by mean comments, followed by more silences!

Y/N:So what's it gonna be, huh? Long sullen silence, or mean comment? Go on.

Genji:...

Genji:You got me in a box here.

Y/N:AHA!

[sourhaneyart]

I've been a die-hard fan of one character from Overwatch for more than four years now—Siebren de Kuiper! I adore that guy with my whole heart. Don't judge me too hard for this Sigma x reader work, 'cause let's be real, girls, we're all weak for him 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

[eternalslover]

Ashe NSFW alphabet

Warnings: Smut obvi

Does overwatch even have a fan base anymore?

A/N: I haven't written anything in so long and this is probably really bad and I'm so sorry but this is just for fun and really short, also I honestly think she is a bisexual so this goes for both man and woman, ALSO ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! Not proofread, sorry if I got the character 100% wrong I tried my best

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

She would like to chill out with her s/o after. Have a nice coffee or drink with them, chat a little though she may not be very talkative, she isn't one to ditch afterwards. She sometimes lays there and let's her mind wander but will always make sure you're ok.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

I think she would really like her legs. She may not be the tallest but she has legs for days. On her s/o she would really like their eyes because they can be "a window to the soul". Also if you're a man she would like a nice beard or mustache, but not a soul patch.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

She cums the fastest when riding you/your strap or sitting on your face. She really gets lost in it just taking control and moving her hips back and forth, then her eyes will roll into the back of her head and she looks so angelic, and the sounds she makes, loud moans and whimpers.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She's a sucker for people with nice pecs and boobs. They're perfect cushioning. I think she'd also be down for a threesome. And help someone be a cuck. Yk like someone is watching while her and the s/o of the person who is watching, do it, if this makes sense.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I think with a male s/o she would definitely know what she's doing and know her way around. As for women she doesn't know that much but she isn't afraid to learn, shes no chicken.

Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She would definitely like doggy style, man and women. Whether her s/o is doing to to her, with his dick or her strap or she's doing it to them, she doesn't care.

Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I don't think she's a super serious person, usually. A joke or two always lighten the mood, and she tries to keep it that way. Although she knows when to switch off the joking.

Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think she would try to keep herself real groomed down there. She's a real lady, she isn't gonna walk into the ring with dirty gear if you get what I mean.

Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She can be rough sometimes, get lost in it but she absolutely loves touching. Your and her hands grabbing at eachother everywhere. And I mean... who wouldn't want to touch her?

Jack off (masturbation)

She definitely does it but calms down with it when you two start dating. When she's away on missions she will send you videos of photos of her masturbating and her red lingerie. If you send her anything back she'll definitely be head over heels.

Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I don't think I have to mention the obvious but she definitely likes to be in control. I think she'd also be into wearing a sexy outfit. She'd also probably be into being called "ma'am". She's not always dominant though, I do think there are times where she can be a real brat and likes being thrown around and bossed around.

Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom, not to many distractions, it's nice and private. The bedroom has a nice romantic feeling to it that she likes, especially when she has control of the lights and music.

Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

After a fight she gets real worked up. Whether that's a mission or some guy at a bar. The thrill of the fight, the excitement she gets, the fear. Makes her feel alive.

No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I think if you weren't as passionate as her she would get turned off but in full honesty I don't think she gets turned off by much or wouldn't do anything big in particular. She's willing to try everything once.

Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) .

She likes to give more than receive, it's more exciting to her. She's also really good at it so that's a plus. But it doesn't matter that much to her either way, she just loves see the look of her s/os face when they cum because of her.

Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I think it really differs on the person but overall she likes fast and rough

Quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often, etc.)

She doesnt believe in quickies, she believes in passion and intimacy. If anything she's more into "longies". I mean she not 100% against them it probably depends how she feels in the moment but having quickies doesn't really do anything for her. She'd rather make it last and have the full experience.

Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She takes risks most definitely. Risks are part of what make her, her. Though she isn't some risk, "devil may care" kinda person. She tries to limit them, but she's not afraid to take a leap of faith. And if it don't work... she knows how to handle the consequences.

Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She usually has a lot of stamina, on a good night it's 3 hours. She can't always go all night like everyone now and then maybe she can. But most of the time it's 1 hour... maybe 2?

Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She owns them, she uses them but rather use them on her partner than her partner do it to her.

Unfair (how much do they like to tease)

Oh does she love to tease! She likes to do it because it's fun. She likes to see the face of the person when she shows them just how unfair she can be. She finds it quite... entertaining

Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make, etc.)

She can be really damn loud, why wouldn't she be? She wants her s/o to know just how much she's enjoying it.

Wild card (a random headcanon about the character)

She would like to experiment with her looks more, maybe dye her hair or wear a wacky outfit just for the sake of it.

X-ray (what’s going on under those clothes)

Idk how to answer this? I mean I think she may have had a belly button piercing but took it out so now it's healed over and just a scar.

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty damn high. She's never had a problem with getting it on with her partners if you get what I mean and she's never had a problem finishing it.

Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep after sex)

Not very long after unless you two had sex after one of her missions, then it will be hard for her to fall asleep. But other than that not very long, it's a very relieving feeling and she just wants to relax after. I also think she'd want to cuddle after but you'd have to initiate it.

[letternotekisses]

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.

[darling-answers]

All I can think of is Blackwatch being the mafia and each blackwatch member owns a different type of control system.

Moira obviously owns the research and control center, her big mansion is filled with all kinds of knowledge over different groups, she single handedly exposed most politics for there selfish decision. Gaining control over controversy situations cause she able to outsmart all people. everyone can’t even try to beat the mafia when Ms O’Deorain fights legal cases and walks into the jury room planting false evidence and accusations as the judge sides with O’Deorain. She is the mafia financer and watched carefully and calculated over her and the mafia money.

“ this is a interesting hypothesis but nonetheless you have a flawed statement.”

Cole Cassidy is head of security, hiring people to do the petty work, protecting important figures in the mafia and making sure that the body guards that protecting the other members are doing there job correctly, he mostly the one sent on missions cause of being head of security. Everything had to be stabled as he makes sure to review every person who walks through the door. He hunts down and assigns guards a position for what mood he feels like it.

“ What the hell did you do? This wasn’t our plan, it was quick in and out, what you doing ruin everything.”

Genji newest and had just begun his position in the high rank mafia. As the newest member of the four they put him on assignment duty, he is the one that will be signing papers to have Cassidy assassinate them, while it not the funniest job, Genji makes sure that the contracts are filled in and no one is scamming the blackwatch mafia off with any payments. You can be expected that he is getting babysit by Moira.

“ Don’t you dare even think about trying to escape your payment, you are a hundred thousand dollars of debt. Don’t pay it next Friday and you won’t be the only one being punished. Foolish man.”

Gabriel Reyes Watches over all the accountability that comes with being a leader, he make the shots and calls for Genji, Moira and Cassidy and make sure none of them fuck up on there task. Rarely is he able to enjoy his time because he is always at meetings and finding stronger strategy’s to be able to counter rival mafias. If he even has a little time to relax, relax is going to there private gym and working himself to the break of exhaustion. Gabriel and Moira work more closely together since she the finance and she helps make hideouts all over the world for both the mafia and for just luxury purposes. 

It best if you don’t try to make a deal with the mafia blackwatch, they are literally the devil in disguise and will make sure that once you leave the deal, we’ll let just say that have never happen cause they will pull you back into there lies and manipulation.

Don’t even get me started on your job, there poor slut of an assistant. Only there to be there fuck toy and help them relax. But who am I kidding that your job you chose this. Oh you want to leave? Let just say your family won’t have a good time if you even think of breathing towards the direction of freedom

“ Ms Moira, I need you to grant me a request, we need a new base and we need tow trucks to move all the illegal activities. There is to many dangerous mafia trying to nab at our resources.

[amorchai]

does anyone have any overwatch character x reader requests?

remember i write for genji, illari, kiriko + mercy!

[genjispeace]

Hunger - Cassidy X Reader Oneshot

a/n: I was really wanting to write something with everybody's favorite cowboy, so enjoy this! It is slightly rushed because I really wanted to get it out and scratch that writer's itch to write it, but I hope you all still enjoy

tags: Cassidy x reader, AFAB reader (only things like "good girl" are used but otherwise it is gender neutral), unprotected sex, orgasm control, "I hear you, pumpkin," smut, cowboy hats, car sex

There’s a certain dark hunger in some people. It’s the kind that can only be satiated by vices, like alcohol or nicotine. Cassidy is no stranger to vices, but the only one that can satiate his hunger is currently walking to ride a mechanical bull in a bar. He watches you walk to him and take his hat off, placing it on your own head before walking to the bull. The crowd cheers you on, your hips swaying as you walk. He wonders if you know about the hat rule that cowboys have. Probably not, but he would be happy to teach you. 

He brings his whiskey to his lips, watching as you swing a leg over the machine. The alcohol hits his tongue, but it does nothing to feed the ache that’s starting in his lower stomach at the sight of seeing you in his hat and a tight pair of jeans. The alcohol you drank, while not much, was enough to put a slight dusting of pink on your cheeks, and the lights of the bar highlight that. 

You wrap your hand around part of the saddle, testing your grip on it, and Cassidy can’t help the groan that he releases. Your hand moves up and down the grip slightly, and while it seems innocent enough, Cassidy can only think about you repeating that same motion on his cock. 

You manage to stay on for a decent amount of time, the machine shaking your body. You eventually get flung off and land softly on the mat, giggling as you hit it. It’s a soft drop, and you recover quickly, starting to walk to where you left Cassidy at the bar. 

“You sure you don’t want to ride it?” You call out to him.

“Nah,” he says simply, then downs the last of his whiskey. 

“What? Are you scared you’ll fall off?” You tease. Cassidy’s eyes narrow as he locks his gaze with yours. 

“Darlin’, I’ve been on real bulls before. That’s nothing,” the cowboy says, and you smile at him. Cassidy stands, the two of you ready to leave now that you got to ride the bull. When Cassidy got back from his last mission, you decided to take him out to a bar and blow off some steam. You got just enough alcohol in your system to want to ride the bull, but told him you’d be ready to leave after that. You reach up to pull his hat off, having borrowed it to complete the cowboy vibe you wanted. It was a silly thing to do, but he didn’t fight you when you plucked it off his head. 

“Here,” you pass the hat back to him. 

“Do you know the rule?” A voice calls out to you. You turn around to find another one of the customers watching you and Cassidy. She has a hat of her own, which she tips to you when you notice her. 

“Rule?” You call back. A soft smile shows on her features. 

“Wear the hat, ride the cowboy,” she calls back, then laughs at the blush creeping into your cheeks. You snap around to face Cassidy. 

“Is that true?” You ask. You feel heat burning up your face, and not just from the alcohol. Cassidy’s grey eyes trace your face, then he nods. 

“Yes,” he says. “But it’s just an old rule. You don’t have to follow it.”

Cassidy stands after that, trying to put as much distance between him and you as possible. His hands itch with the urge to touch you, to bend you over and make you scream. The thought of you riding him infiltrated his mind as soon as the customer said it, and that delicious blush appeared on your cheeks. He wonders if you turn that red when you come too. 

No, he can’t think like this. The two of you are friends, nothing more. 

You have to jog to keep up with Cass, who takes large strides out of the bar and into the parking lot. The two of you rode his truck here, and he is your only ride back, so hopefully he doesn’t just leave you. 

You eventually catch up, standing next to him as you get closer to the truck. Your hand bumps into his and he yanks it away, making you freeze. He’s never cared about you touching him before, and this was an accident. 

“What the fuck?” You scream out, making the cowboy finally stop and turn to face you. A soft sprinkle of rain starts to fall onto the two of you, the chill making goosebumps rise on your skin. “Is this about that woman saying the rule?”

“Don’t,” Cassidy’s voice is a low warning, his eyes hidden under his hat. “Who cares about some stupid rule?” Your voice rises again. Cassidy takes a step forward, closing the distance slightly.

“It’s not the fucking rule. It’s you,” Cassidy continues to close the distance until the two of you are standing almost chest to chest. Your heart pounds as the smell of gunpowder and cedar fills your nose. 

“Cassidy?” You say his name out. He looks down at you, strands of soft brown hair escaping the confines of his hat and falling in front of his forehead.

“Tell me to leave. Tell me to walk away from you,” Cassidy’s words come out as a hushed whisper. His hand reaches up to you, cupping your face gently. He pauses, giving you time to get away from him. 

You freeze in place, your eyes searching his face. His calloused fingers feel rough against your skin, and you lean into the touch. It’s enough to make him snap, and he crashes his lips into yours. You yelp in surprise at first, then melt into his touch. He tastes like his whiskey, and he devours you like a man starved. His tongue runs along your bottom lip and you open your mouth, granting him entry. His other hand reaches to your hip, pulling your body into his. You feel his erection grinding into you through the rough material of both of your jeans. You whimper at the feeling, and the sound makes Cassidy pull away from you. 

“Tell me to stop,” he says, but there’s a look of pleading in his eyes like he’s praying you don’t. You smile. You want him. You have for a long time now. 

“Let me follow that rule, Cassidy,” you say, a sweet smile on your face. Cassidy groans, his fingers twitching before he grabs onto your wrist and pulls you toward his truck. He unlocks it quickly and the two of you jump into the backseat, where he pulls you into his lap. You immediately grind down onto him, seeking any sort of friction against your heated core. 

“Desperate little thing, hm?” Cassidy says with a chuckle, the sound only making you wetter. You just hum, reaching to his hat and placing it back on your head. 

“Does it suit me?” You say, wiggling your hips slightly. 

“Such a brat,” Cassidy tsks. You reach to pull your shirt over your head, throwing it somewhere on the floorboards. You somehow manage to keep the hat on when doing so.

Cassidy reaches to you, his hands touching your soft skin. His metal hand has a slight chill to it that contrasts the heat in your body. You wonder what it would be like to have that hand against your core, or even inside you. The thought makes you shudder. 

Cassidy unclasps your bra at an achingly slow pace. Once your chest is finally bare, he immediately pulls one of your nipples into his mouth. His tongue flicks against it, making you arch your back into him. You can feel him smile against your skin, and his soft hair tickles you. 

You still feel his erection under you, and you push down onto it, which makes Cassidy groan against your skin. He takes your other nipple into his mouth next, biting down on it softly. You shudder as he teeth scratch along your skin. 

“Cass, don’t tease me,” you say. His nickname on your lips makes his cock twitch in his pants, and you smile. “Please.”

Once he’s finally satisfied, he lets you move your hips enough to pull your jeans down. His truck is fairly spacious, so it is pretty easy to get stripped. You even pull his shirt over his head with ease, your nails digging into his skin slightly. He’s tanned, with strong muscles and a lean frame. Your nails trace his V-line, then his happy trail, and he takes a sharp intake when your hand reaches his waistline. 

You take his belt off slowly, giving him the same aching pace he gave you, but he takes it at your pace. Finally, you unbutton his jeans and slip your hand under his waistband and into his underwear. He hisses when your nails drag along his cock. You take it in your hand, giving it a few strokes. He feels big, and your core aches at the thought. 

“I need you inside me, please,” you say softly, and Cassidy’s grey eyes seem to darken. 

“Darlin’, you are playing with fire,” he says, his Southern drawl stronger as you stroke him. 

Instead of answering him, you pull away and push your underwear down your thighs, letting them fall. You sit back on his lap, where his jeans are still on his thigh. Your core connects with his clothed leg, and the slight friction makes a soft whimper escape your lips. His hand twitches, like he’s debating taking control.

“Fuck me, Cass,” you say out, and he finally snaps. In what feels like barely any time, his jeans and boxers are pushed the rest of the way off and he’s pulling you back over his lap. You were right. He is big. 

Your mouth hangs open slightly as you start to lower onto his cock, his grey eyes hyper focused on you the whole time. You take him slowly, letting yourself adjust to his size, and he groans at your pace. You moan out his name once, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you sink the rest of the way on to him. 

“You’re so fucking perfect, darlin’,” he says, the praise making your heart flutter. His hands find their way to your bare hips, slowly guiding you up and down. The sting from the stretch and the pressure has you addicted to him. How did you ever live without this?

He thrusts up to match your pace, slow at first, and it has you damn near falling apart. There’s a reason Cassidy is always cocky, and you’re learning that reason firsthand right now. Just when your climax starts to build, his grip on your hips turns like a vise, holding you down on his cock. 

“Ah, good girls don’t come without permission,” he says. You whimper, your head dropping against his shoulder. A soft chuckle escapes his lips. “Come on, darlin’, you can take it.”

His grip on your hips loosens, allowing you to move up and down on his cock again, and your climax gets closer again. You bury your face in Cassidy’s neck, inhaling his scent. 

“Please,” you mutter softly against his skin, his stubble tickling your face.

“You can do better than that.” He wraps one of hands into your hair, pulling you back until you’re forced to lift your head and make eye contact with him. Those grey eyes bore into you, a dark and deep hunger hiding under them. 

“Cass, please. I need it,” you beg. You sound desperate, and he eats it up. 

“Come on my cock, darlin’,” he thrusts up hard, the motion and his filthy words combining to make you fall apart. He wraps one of his arms around your waist to steady you as your orgasm rocks through you. Your head spins. No release has been this good before, this strong, and Cassidy seems to know that, because he whispers soft praises to you through it. 

Just when it’s almost over though, he releases his hold on your waist and presses his metal hands against your clit. You yelp out at the contact, the overstimulation making your nerves feel like they’re on fire. 

He keeps thrusting up into you as his finger massages circles into your already sensitive clit. Another release builds quickly, the overstimulation making your legs shake. 

“Cass,” you call out to him. 

“I hear you, pumpkin. You’re doing so good for me,” he says. His thrusts start to turn sloppy, the pace less organized, but he continues rubbing against your clit. You start to reach another orgasm, his experienced fingers bringing you to the edge of Heaven in a matter of minutes. 

“Come for me, pretty thing,” he coos out, and it’s enough to send you over the edge again. When you clench down on him with your orgasm, it’s enough to send him over the edge too. His cock twitches inside you, before hot spurts of his come fill you. You whimper at the feeling, adoring the way it’s like he is marking you. You’ve been on birth control for ages now, so it wasn’t something to worry about. 

“Fuck,” you mutter out, your head collapsing against his shoulder again. He rubs his hand up and down your spine, letting you come down completely from your climaxes. 

Cassidy really did find a new vice to feed that dark hunger within him. You come apart so pretty for him, and it’s more addicting than any alcohol or drug.

[thinkingoflawrence]

The Missing Piece of Us by JjongsTeddybear - Overwatch (Video Game) archiveofourown.org/works/51547768

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