#prefall!overwatch

[juvnvalen]

Nsfw ask could you do least to most to least likely to non-con with the overwatch men? If this ask makes any sense 😭

I think I get it!! :3 ty for the ask, I have one other I’m working on I’m just brain dead 🫶

Pairing: Male yandere(s) x Gender neutral s/o

Tw: Noncon, yandere themes, implied kidnapping?, all around unhealthy behaviors

Characters: Soldier 76, Reaper, Baptiste, Reinhardt, Baptiste, Lucio, Genji, Hanzo, Cassidy, Junkrat, Rammatra

Unlikely

♡ Baptiste: For Baptiste he needs more emotional closeness with his s/o than physical, he’s completely happy to wait until his s/o is ready.

♡ Lucio: Like Baptiste he wants an emotional connection to his s/o. Lucio is fine being in a relationship with no sexual intimacy, though he’d be completely ecstatic if you ever decided that’s something you wanted to do with him.

♡ Reinhardt: He’s a strong believer in chivalry, he wouldn’t dare try to be intimate with his s/o without their complete consent.

♡ Genji: He’d be patient in waiting for his s/o to be ready, Genji needs an emotional bond more than he requires sexual intimacy. There isn’t zero chance he wouldn’t, but more than likely he wouldn’t try anything until his s/o is ready.

♡ It really depends on which Hanzo we’re talking about. Young Hanzo would definitely, he’s brash and ambitious. Being the heir to the Shamada clan, and he’s take it as in insult if you were to do anything less that surrender yourself to him. Older Hanzo has come to peace with his past actions, and after the death of his brother he’s settled down a lot. He’d be willing to wait until you were ready, wanting it to be a meaningful experience for not only him but also his s/o.

♡ Rammatra: This one also depends on what his s/o is, varies based on if they’re an omnic or human. With an omnic s/o he’d see them as an equal, he’d be much more kind and considerate of their wants and feelings. With a human s/o they’d be more of a pet to him, he’d have no issue taking whatever he wanted from them whether or not they were willing.

♡ Junkrat: He isn’t very self aware when it comes to his obsession, he’s almost completely delusional about their relationship. To some extent he realizes you aren’t together, but he doesn’t care to let his thoughts linger on the fact. Jamison little issue with his s/o’s consent, he makes the act about them, he gets his fulfillment from it by giving rather than receiving.

♡ Soldier 76: Both prefall and current Jack would have little issue with it. He’s in a position of power, and you’re not, he’s a super soldier if he wants to he will. He’s learned not to hold onto guilt, so he won’t feel that for what he’s doing.

♡ Cassidy: He’s a very sex driven person, he can go a little while without it but he expects his s/o to give in to him eventually. His drinking is what leads to it most often, and his s/o can expect no aftercare from him once he’s done.

♡ Reaper: He’s a jealous and possessive person, even before the fall of Overwatch he has sadistic tendencies. Gabriel doesn’t need reciprocation from his s/o, not that he would enjoy it, he just doesn’t need it from them. While he’d be more rough in his Talon era it doesn’t mean he’d be much better before Overwatch’s fall.

Most Likely

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[wildwinterlunas]

how do you think a prefall thanksgiving would go? i think reinhardt and cassidy would be eating the most food while Gabriel is trying to get cass to stop scarfing down food because he'll choke and Ana is trying to get fareeha to eat something besides stuffing

I mentioned this in another Thanksgiving post but I am Australian and I have never celebrated Thanksgiving before, but I'll try my best to give some good head canon's

I honestly think that Cassidy and Jack would be in the kitchen together cooking the food, because Pharah and Ana can't cook full meals, Reyes and Reinhardt would steal the food, and Genji, Lena, Angela and several others have been band from either cooking for other people or just from the kitchen in general.

Also Reinhardt tries to take food because he genuinely wants to eat it, Reyes does it to be a petty bitch. Angela also has tried to steal food but only when Ingrid is there helping with the cooking, especially if she's making apple pie.

I also think an Overwatch Thanksgiving (or just any Overwatch holiday in general) would be loud and hectic. Also as soon as the suns setting someone has gotten drunk (it's usually Rein).

Mina and Torb are usually never talk at these events but when they do they are usually drunk and they usually get into an argument about AI.

Cassidy and Angela are usually charged with babysitting, at least when Pharah, Brig and Rueben (Reyes's kid) were younger. Though even now at any event one of them needs to stay sober because if they don't someone will break something important.

[queen-anarchys-writingzone]

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[paindivinez]

pink

Pairing: Blackwatch!Genji Shimada x Pink!Angela Ziegler (Gency)

Warnings: none

Summary: Okay, so maybe she shouldn’t have been wearing it during working hours, but it was a slow day, and honestly, what did it matter so long as it made his heart skip a beat?

Notes: just a short, self-indulgent gency piece! hope this makes you smile :)

Genji stared at Angela, taking in every inch of her.

When he walked in, he wasn’t very sure what she was wearing, but he was very sure that he liked it.

Her cheeks coloured.

“Genji,” She said, eyes darting around, avoiding eye contact. “I wasn’t expecting you today. Is everything alright? Are the new painkillers working?”

The good doctor was trying very hard to be professional, despite the fact that she was wearing all-pink, strappy body armour, with ribbons wrapped around her arms and laced in her hair, which was tied in two ponytails on either side.

She looked like one of those ancient Barbie dolls from the 2010’s.

She also looked stunning.

Angela’s cheeks got redder the more Genji stared silently. “Ah - Genji - You see, there was this undercover mission that Jack informed me about where I’d need to pose as a, um, model?”

For all her prowess in medicine, the doctor was not a good liar.

Genji raised a skeptical eyebrow.

Angela sighed. “Okay, you got me. Lena and Fareeha saw one of my old Valkyrie suit prototypes and insisted I try it on.”

“Why is it so…pink?”

Angela cast a tentative, timid look at him before dropping her gaze to the floor. “There was a - ah, technical malfunction with the 3D printer.”

She looked so adorably embarrassed, like a puppy caught doing something wrong, that Genji allowed himself a small grin behind his mask.

At his silence, Angela fidgeted just barely, but enough for Genji to catch.

Realising she might be uncomfortable in a way — perhaps she thought she looked stupid or unprofessional? — the cyborg decided to dispel her worries.

He blinked and shifted, his vents opening slightly to ventilate. He couldn’t lie and say he was completely unaffected by the angelic doctor in his presence.

Hearing the whirring of the carbon fibre, she looked up warily, eyes lingering, uncertain.

And for the first time since he’d entered and for the second time Angela had met him, he said something without a trace of sarcasm or irritation.

“You look good.”

And with that, he turned on his heel and left, thankful that his new body was as silent as his human body, (save for some robotic whirring here and there), leaving the doctor all alone, blushing and confused.

[nol-overwatch]

You'd think that the very first year McCree's recruited to Blackwatch also became the very year Morrison banned April Fool's pranks, until Ana disolved that rule by sneaking a whopee cushion on the Strike Commander's seat during a very important UN meeting.

[talesfromlissom]

If you wouldn’t mind, 32 and one with Pre-fall Reyes? Or the “I’ll be with you every step of the way” (I forgot the number lol) with trans Genji? Have a wonderful day!

AHH, thank you! You have a nice day too! Anyways, here’s the prompt! It's kinda short but hhh I still love Reaper 

Prompt # 32 “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done with work.”, and Prompt #1 “Bite me.” “Where?” with pre-fall!Gabriel 

                                               ──•~❉+❉~•──

Trying your best to ignore the man poking your right bicep was harder than you thought. 

It was even harder when he shifted on the bed, so his foot would poke your side instead.

You turn to him. 

“Gabe.”

“Hey.” He says, with a shit-eating grin. 

He pokes your side with his foot again. 

You slowly blinked. “I’m busy Gabe. Just, give me ten more minutes.”

“You said that half an hour ago.”

You turned to him. 

“Don’t you have paperwork to fill out?” 

Gabriel scoffs. “It can wait.” 

You shake your head, turning back to your report. 

Another poke at your side.

You move on the bed, and sit up, back against the pillow, and head against the wall. 

You hear an annoyed huff and almost grin. Mainly because you’ve moved and now rest your arm on your thigh, covering your side. He can’t annoy you anymore-

He jabs his foot into your forearm instead. 

You shake your head.

“Alright, alright,” You say. “Let’s make a deal.” 

“Bite me.” He says. 

“Where?” You reply.

He narrows his gaze. 

“Oh please, even if you were to bite me, you’d wait until you were done with that report.” 

You scoff. 

“You know Morrison. He likes everything perfect.”

“He likes it a little too perfect in my opinion,” Gabriel mutters. 

“Then why don’t you tell him that? He’s your best friend, not mine.” 

Gabriel shakes his head. “He won’t listen.” A pause. “Never listens to me.” 

You look up at him, and shake your head, smiling softly. 

“C’ mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done with work, ‘kay?” 

“And..after?” 

“We can watch a movie?”

“No, I want to suck your dick.”

“Gabe, Jesus Christ.” 

He lets out a chuckle, before climbing into your lap and resting his head on your shoulder. 

“There, happy now?”

“Very.”

                                        ──•~❉+❉~•──

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[winters-dragotan]

Another update on my Tracer pic! Still need to add Wiston but we’re getting there. Got some foreground stuff going, I’ll explain what exactly is happening in the drawing when its done (:  Skin colours are really hard to color pick from photo’s Mercy’s skin tone was a pain in the ass D:< I couldn’t decide what colour to use and I spent a good ten minutes fiddling with it. But in the end I think she came out good so XD. 

And again sorry for the ugly huge signature but until its done, I don’t feel safe posting it without it on XD. And again another reminder my artist name is Grace Winters.

[ladynightshade30]

Updates

Getting some writing done on my Gabe and Ivy story currently titled Peace nad Love which takes place after the Ominic Crisis while they are celebrating the end of the peace talks. It is currently the third story in their series. The first, Owls and Ivy, is going to deal with their meeting and the building of their relationship during the SEP program and through the Ominic Crisis. The second will take place during the Ominic Crisis.  I am also trying to watch Bumblebee while doing this, iTunes is making it a pain. If it doesn't work after a couple more tries I might try something on Netflix.

Also I am going to have to go back and rewrite Snapshots in Our Life, might retitle it Snapshots in our Lives, so that they include more of Vincent since he, Jack and Mary are going to be in a Poly relationship. Right now the plan is to have Jack and Vincent start out in a relationship and then later on in a later story Jack brings Mary in with them working out how their three way relationship is going to work and how Jack will divide his time between them and Overwatch. 

[torbjornpotg]

Blackwatch boys kissing headcanons

Genji

Pre-fight

extremely passionate

he burys his hands in your hair

he’ll pull you into his lap and let your nails dig into his back

definitely bites your lip when he can’t help it

almost always leads to something more

post-fight (cyborg)

he’s shy until he knows he can really trust you

so until he’s ready to take off his mask, you pepper little kisses across his visor

when he finally takes off his mask he’s worried you’ll be scared of him

you make sure you kiss his scars

he needs constant reassurance that you’re not scared

he’s terrified of hurting you

his kisses are soft and gentle, but the scars across his lips make them feel rough

Mcree

when you first start dating his kisses are soft and sweet

after a while he starts to get more... passionate

his hands roam all over your body, exploring every inch of you

his beard is scratchy but it doesn’t hurt

he gives you sloppy kisses along your jaw

sometimes when he gets really into it, there’s a pop sound when you pull apart

100% a lip biter

kisses your hand constantly, you get so flustered

whenever he does this he puts on a british accent and pretends you’re the queen

tracer is not a fan of these moments

Reaper

Pre-fall

the first time he kisses you it’s soft and sweet, but once he knows you’re comfortable...

definitely slams you against the wall, but always makes sure you’re okay

you wrap your legs around his waist and he’ll go to town on your collarbones

loves to mark you up, make sure everyone knows you’re his

but sometimes he’s the sweetest man in the world

forehead kisses, kisses on the tip of your nose

you never know which mood he’s going to be in, but you love a surprise

Post-Fall

losing you is the only thing in the world he’s scared of

and he didn’t know how you would react to what’s under the mask

you’d never seen him without his mask on before

one day he’s fed up with his fear and just pulls off his mask, placing a gentle kiss on your lips

after that, you kiss him whenever you get a chance

never in front of others, in public you just the nose of his mask

sometimes when he really wants to kiss you in public he’ll press his forehead against yours, it’s the closest he can get while still covering his face

[hereforarchivesake]

Sick without you

#11 “I’m a lucky girl. I’ll admit that”

Prefall! Soldier 76 x Reader (Female)

Her lungs felt like they were trying to escape the coughing echoing through the hallways. The usual residents had vacated the area not because of the Plague that had infected her but for the annual celebration within Overwatch headquarters. She wanted to attend, her excitement for the event had been ever-rising over the last few weeks. Jack would be back in time for it, meaning she could finally see him again. But luck had never been on (Y/N)s side and this time illness was her form of karma. It started a few days ago. She had just gotten off the phone with Morrison, his talk about the celebration flooding her mind as she wondered what was planned for this year.

Her mind wanders back to the year before. It took place a few days after their first date. The butterflies still flying around in her stomach. She walked down the hallway the music already ringing in her ears as she hummed along. The tune of the old, as she liked to call it. It played during important celebrations and meetings, had done so for as long as she could remember. And as Jack would later inform her, it was from before the Omnic crisis.

She made her way to the hall, ready to have a great night.

The doors were still open, balloons and banners in different blue and orange colours hanging around the place. People crowding around the buffet, forming groups while discussing what's been going on. Everything was full of life and seemed to reflect what she knew of Overwatch. Her eyes shot around the place, looking for the blonde hair of her dreams. She spots him near the stage, his face covered in worry. She makes her way towards him, her body pushing through the other agents. When she was near him, she stopped for a moment wondering if he even wanted to see her, especially now. Sure, they were friends, comrades in arms even before all this, but if she went to him now it would cross a line she wasn't sure she wanted to cross yet. Before she could truly pull through with that thought, he had spotted her. Their eyes meeting, seemingly casting a spell on her beckoning her to him. He smiled at her, his face seemingly losing the worry for a moment. She returned his smile, her hands interlocking with his. The anxiousness previously seen in his eyes replaced with adoration.

“You'll do great, Jack” She whispers, her voice barely audible over the crowd’s indistinct chatter. He smiles at her comment, his mind is put at ease for a bit. He pulls her closer, chin resting on her head as he breathes in her scent. The world around the two seemingly melted away, his nerves fleeing his body. Neither spoke a word, as the noise became silent their heartbeats falling into one. He takes a few deep breaths before Ana Amari takes the stage, her words pulling them to back into reality. The whole room went silent, as words of thanks and appreciation filling people's hearts with glee. Not much was spoken in reality, but that isn't what they want from the Captain. They were waiting for their Commander to speak.

“It is now my pleasure, as it has been for years, to welcome Commander Jack Morrison to say some words.”

She felt his body move away from her, the warmth leaving her as he walked up the stairs and onto the stage. She watched him, the way he clenched his hands in nervousness, the slight trip in his walk as the anxiety threw off his balance. The deep breath he took before he started talking. His words blur in her mind as she watches him, the way his lips move.

She feels the energy in the room change, the pride of each agent as he speaks of all the successes, the sadness over the losses in the hope for a better year. It filled her being as well, Jack always had this energy about him. It was what drew her in, what made her say yes when he asked her out. It was what made Jack Morrison commander, in more ways than one.

(Y/N)s trip down memory lane was interrupted by another coughing fit. Her throat dry, lungs burning in her chest. The sensation matching the heat that was emanating from her forehead. Her fingers trying to reach for the phone. The object just out of reach from her curled up position in the middle of the bed. She rolls to her side, her bones protesting at the movement.

Her fragile fingers dialled Ana's number, knowing Jack would have forgotten his phone. You'd think the commander would be organised enough to remember something that simple.

“(Y/N)? Where are you?” Ana’s voice filled the room.

“Jack...”  a coughing fit interrupted her pleas.

“Oh dear...I’m so sorry but I can’t get Jack on the phone.” Ana sighs. She wishes she could help her friend but as luck may have it she was stuck. “Just...Try and make yourself some soup and I will get Jack to come to you straight after his speech, alright?”

“Thank you, Ana.” (Y/N) responds weakly. She knew this was all Ana could do. If she were to tell Jack now about her predicament he would come to her rescue, no matter the consequences. It would ruin everything.

She bids her friend goodbye, as the line goes dead. Her weakness befalling her again.

She knew Ana was right. She needed something to eat, her stomach growled at the thought, seemingly curling in on her.

Her muscles creak as she twists her way out of bed. Her feet barely touching the floor as the back still rests on a mattress.  

Her fragile fingers pushing her body up, causing her figure to hunch over, somewhat imitating the image of a sad child. Slowly she ascends from the bed, deciding to stay wrapped in her blanket. She makes her way towards the kitchen, her cape dragging along on the floor. As she crossed the threshold her body falls limp against the wall for a moment. She takes a few deep breaths, followed by a mild cough before she moves forward again. Slowly, she pulled a pot from the cupboard, setting it on the stove. She leans against the counter, her head feeling fuzzy while the room started spinning.

“Sit down. I have to sit down.” She tells herself and she slides down the wall. Her body falling asleep on the floor, a deep slumber befalling her.

Meanwhile, Jack was finishing up his speech in the hall, his mind was cloudy with worry as he wondered where (Y/N) might be. He hadn't heard from her all day, well more Ana hadn’t heard from her yet. As he walked off stage he looked at his old friend. Her face clouded with worry, hard to hide.

“What is it?” He asks. His mind expecting the worst, in a way.

“(Y/N) called not too long ago. She’s sick...I’ll explain if anyone asks. Just get her something nice and help her.”

“Thank you, Ana.”

He smiles at his friend, while his mind wanders to his lover, wondering if she's ok. On his way through the crowd, he thought of ways to help her, beginning and ending with the idea of soup. Sadly, the great Commander lacks skill in one aspect of life... Cooking. That task often fell on his lover, for Jack handles things like setting the table or cracking open jars. Nothing special in that regard. But now, he felt like that responsibility fell on him. He wanted to do something nice for her, but first, he had to figure out how. He walks through the crowd, his mind filled with ways he could get this done but none seemed adequate.

He was so lost in thought that his surroundings became background noise. So much so that he ran face first into his friend.

“Hallo! Jack, are you alright?”

“Reinhardt. Yes… Actually, can you maybe help me with something?”

“Of course! What do you need?”

“Do you know how to make soup?” The usually overconfident commander shyly asked.

“Ah is your Liebchen ill?” Jack nods. “Natürlich kann ich helfen. Just mix melt some butter with a cup of flour. Then add water with the brühe and vegetables and let it sit.”

“Thank you, my friend.” “You’re welcome.”

After wishing their farewells the two go separate ways, Reinhardt going deeper into the hall whereas Jack leaves it. Sadly luck is not on his side, for as he exits the hall, he's greeted by one of Reyes’ new recruits, McCree.

“Howdy, Commander. Where’re you off to in such a hurry? The party has just started.”

He can smell the alcohol in his breath. The younger agents always did this during the celebration, who was he to judge...especially now.

“McCree. Let me go past.” He grumbles as McCree laughs. The man in question stumbles, as his drunken balance causes him to fall to the commander, who lets out a grunt under the sudden added weight.

“Going to see your sweetheart?” McCree’s laughing continues, the noise buzzing in his head.

“Yes. Will you let me past now?” McCree falls away from the Commander.

“Take a shot of whiskey with the Missy with me. Might help you get your stick out of your ass.” He laughs, continuing on his merry way.

Jack decides to ignore that last comment and instead makes his way towards his flat. He was going to take care of her for once... Hopefully without giving her food poisoning. His boots echoed through the hallway. His pace fast, arms swinging slightly at his sides - seemingly contradicting his pace. After few moments, and a flight of stairs, he stands in front of what could be classified as their shared flat. He still hasn't asked her to move in... He had planned to for months now but it never seems to be the right moment. Shaking those thoughts from his mind, he pushes in his passcode. The door slides open as the lights flicker on. He enters the nearly dead silent room. He hears her small snores rhythmically breaking the silence. Deciding against calling out for his lover, he enters the flat. Calmly, he removes his jacket and shoes, respectively putting them away at the door. He walks through the front area, around the island and into the kitchen area. He's quick to spot her on the floor, quickly falling to his knees to check on her.

“(Y/N)? Sweetie? Wake up.” He calls to her, his hands lightly tapping her face.

“Jack?” She mumbles, her eyes opening a bit. “You’re home...Can we go to bed?” He smiles at her question, lifting her up into his arms, carrying her into their bed.

“Sleep Sweetie. I’ll wake you when food is ready.” She grumbles in response. Her body curling under the blanket, as sleep, befalls her again. Jack leaves the room, lingering at the door frame, looking back at his lover with concern. He sighs, walking into the kitchen. He leans against the counter, looking over the room. Mind wandering to his task, his hopes slowly falling as he realizes he cannot remember what to do.

Pushing himself off the counter, he walks to the front area reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out his communicator. His first instinct is to call Reinhardt and ask him about it again, but embarrassment gets the better of him. Instead, he attempts at finding a recipe online. He grabs the ingredients out of the cupboard. Constantly looking back at his device in an almost obsessive manner. His hands move slowly, as he reaches for pots and knives, melting butter and flour, frying the chicken and mixing the water and stock with the vegetables. Almost an hour later, and with kitchen messier than a bar after a fight. He grabs a spoon, seemingly the last few clean utensils in the area, tasting the mixture. A look of surprise crosses his face. It tasted good, a little salty but he knew that she wouldn’t complain. He reaches for a bowl and an extra spoon, filling it with the seemingly delicious mixture.

Cautiously he returns to the bedroom, his lover having barely moved from her original spot on the bed. Jack sets the soup onto the table next to their bed, before waking her up.

“Sweetheart” he murmurs, his hand pushing her hair out of her face. She grumbles for a moment before her eyes open. Her vision is unfocused for a moment, falling onto Jacks. “Hey, let me help you.” He pulls her up into a sitting position, reaching for the pillow she had previously occupied to put behind her. She leans towards the back, breathing in the scent of the soup.

“Smells good.” She exclaims, her speech slow and low. She hears him grab the plate and place it on her lap. “Thank you, Jack.”

“The great and mighty (Y/N) admitting that someone helped her. Never thought I’d see the day.” Jack mocks in a light-hearted manner. (Y/N) catches on to that, laughing slightly – trying to avoid a coughing fit.

“I’m a lucky girl. I’ll admit that” her voice gaining back some of its strength, as she starts to eat the soup. Eating it up in record time. “A lucky girl indeed. Maybe you should start cooking dinner.”

“Let’s not go that far, sweetheart.” He laughs, taking the empty bowl and placing it back on the side table. Moving his hand to stroke her face, her eyes fluttering slightly in response.

“Ready to sleep some more?” He questions. She nods, scooting further into the bed, leaving an open space. Jack chuckles, taking off his pants and shirt joining her. “I better not get sick because of you.” He mumbles into her hair, adding a light kiss. She mumbles something under her breath in response but passes out before Jack can ask what she said. Following her example, Jack lets sleep befall him, the world around them melting away, leaving nothing but them and the bed.

[soldierkiara]

May I request how would pre fall Gabe and Jack would kiss their s/o? Like it their s/o first kiss and their nervous about it.

For sure love! I’m so sorry this took so long ;n; 

ALSO I’m so sorry that Gabe’s is so long?? I just love him so much I got carried away I’m sorry asijdhpasn

Gabe

You had joined Blackwatch in it’s early stages, growing to know the members pretty well.

You had become comfortable around them all, and close with many.

You were closest to the Commander of Blackwatch, Gabriel Reyes.

You were on the shy end of things, especially when it came to him. He was the exact opposite of you, after all.

You two had been flirting with each other for a couple of months, but neither of you had made a move to the other. 

He didn’t make a move because he didn’t think you would want to be with someone like him, and vice versa.

The two of you were training together one day when you got on the subject of dating.

“So,” Gabe had started, blocking your punches. “You and Genji seemed to be pretty close. When you gonna bang?” 

Your face had gone bright red, narrowly avoiding one of his own punches. “What? No. Never.” You paused. “I mean, he’s really nice and handsome, but.. I’ve got eyes for someone else.” 

“You think GENJI is handsome?”  Gabe couldn’t help but grin at that, finding it funny. “Who do you have eyes for then?” 

“None of your business.” You responded defensively, managing to land a good hit to his chest. 

He coughed slightly but didn’t falter much. “Why not? Don’t you want to confide in your Commander?” 

“No, not overly.” You rolled your eyes. The two of you stopped, taking a break from training. 

“Y/N, what do you think of Jack?” He didn’t look at you as he spoke, instead taking a swig of water.

“He’s okay I guess.” You shrugged a little. “Are you trying to guess who I’ve got a thing for?” 

“No. I just..” He shrugged a little. “He seems to be your type. I was curious.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. You covered your mouth as you laughed, tears forming in your eyes. “Oh god Gabe. That’s a good one.” 

“I’m serious.” He looked annoyed. “Well then.. What’s your type?” 

You sat, stretching a little. “I don’t want to tell you. You’re just gonna keep guessing if I give you a hint.”

“I’m gonna guess even if you don’t give me a hint.”

You rolled your eyes, watching him. “What’s your type then, Commander?” You teased.

“You. You’re my type.” He said blatantly, watching your reaction.

You blinked in surprise. “What?” You shook your head. “Funny joke. Real funny.”

“I’m serious.” He said, sitting next to you. “I.. I know you’ve got eyes for someone else, but.. I really like you y/n. You’re funny, you’re pretty, you’re strong. You’re all around an amazing person.” He shrugged a little. “You.. You make me feel grounded. Like the world could be burning around me and all I would have to do was look at you and it would all be okay.” 

“O-Oh.” 

“I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry.” He stood, suddenly feeling small and awkward. 

“N-No!” You stood too, taking his hand. “Um.. The truth is.. I like you too. I just.. Didn’t think you would like someone like me.” 

You glanced up at him, biting your lip slightly. 

His hand gently took your chin, lifting it up. You couldn’t help but be nervous about your first kiss, but you were happy that it would be him. 

As if sensing your nervousness, he smiled a little. “Don’t be nervous.” He murmured before pressing his lips around yours, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer to him. You melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck happily. 

He pulled away, grinning down at you. “Was that your first kiss?”

“Yes.” You admitted. “Could you tell?”

“Oh totally.”

You smacked him hard, looking annoyed. “I’m gonna make you pay for that, you ass.” 

Jack

You were a new hire. You were hired to work under Angela, one of Overwatch’s doctors.

Everyone liked you. You were funny and outgoing, and extremely kind. You turned away no one that needed help, and you excelled at your role.

You and Angela were called to assist Overwatch in a major battle led by Strike Commander Morrison. You hadn’t seen him much since you were hired, but your heart fluttered immediately when you layed eyes on him. 

His blonde hair glinting in the sun, his ice blue eyes gliding over the crowd of people. They seemed to settle on you for a moment before passing to the next person.

You were sure you were just imagining it. 

The crew moved out, and you found yourself staring after the Commander. 

“Handsome, isn’t he?” A voice spoke at your side. You jumped slightly, turning to see Angela smiling at you. 

“I-I wasn’t staring.” You said defensively. 

“I wouldn’t blame you if you were.” She responded evenly. “But we need to get prepared. There’s probably going to be quite a few injuries.” Her face turned grim.

“R-Right..” You followed her, getting everything prepared.

She was right. There were a lot of casualties. Among the injured was Commander Morrison. Angela was busy with another patient at the time, so he was brought to you.

You sat him down carefully. He didn’t seem bothered by his wound, a bullet wound to the shoulder. Instead he watched carefully over his men.

“C-Commander, I’m going to need to remove your shirt..” You felt your face turning red. 

“Of course, Doc.” He slipped it over his head, but the wound on his shoulder stopped him from being able to lift his other arm. You carefully cut it away, swallowing slightly as his bare skin was exposed to you.

Even as he shifted slightly, his muscles rippled. You shook your head to clear your mind of the thoughts that filled your head and began to work on the wound. 

He sat still, which you were thankful for. You managed to patch up his wound quite quickly. You stepped back to admire your handiwork. 

You noticed that  Jack’s eyes were on you, a small smirk on his face. You turned away with a red face when you realized that it looked like you were admiring him. You were admiring him too but you weren’t going to admit that.

“Y-You’re all done Commander Morrison.” You tried to sound casual. 

“Thank you y/n.” He said as he stood. You were surprised to hear that he knew your name at all. “Angela says that you’re doing very well in your position.” You turned, almost bumping into him. 

“I-I’m glad she thinks so.” You swallowed, looking up at him. He was so close to you that you forgot to breathe. 

Jack leaned down, planting a small kiss on your lips. “I hope that we can get to know each other a little better.” He said with a wink, heading out of your tent.

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I was sent poses so I used a few and it was pretty fun

Poses and characters aren’t mine

@mh-presents

[bendmeoverwatch]

Hello it's the author here. So unfortunately I have to conserve battery life and 4G data because my electricity went off at my schools Apartments because we have a huge storm right now so I am going to be postponing the updates until tomorrow night closer to midnight and I will even be throwing in an extra portion of my head canon in to make up for the missing days. Ciao

[yandere-genji]

((i had a lotta fun writing this one~)) — Being the object of the Blackwatch commander’s affection wasn’t something you planned on when you joined Overwatch. He was handsome, there wasn’t any doubt about that, but his obsession of you was starting to make you anxious. It seemed like you never had a break from Gabe, he always arranged your schedule in order to be with you at all times and he kept his eyes on you like a hawk. He had a predatory nature that frightened you, to say the least. But you hadn’t even begun to see his bad side, not until another Blackwatch operative showed signs of interest in you. The instant Gabe noticed his eyes scan your body was when he snapped. He found any little excuse to verbally berate him and would constantly leave him intensely wounded in training sessions. On top of his overly aggressive behavior, you began to notice how much more vigilant he was of you than ever before. Even during the hours you thought you had all to yourself, you could still feel his eyes burning into you. It was getting out of hand, and you decided the best way to approach this was to confront him once and for all. It was after a particularly brutal training session in which he left his romantic rival on the verge of death, medics rushing him to safety. “Commander...” you trailed, dreading the conversation. Gabe was still out of breath when he turned to you, “Yes?” For someone who seemed to be so invested in you, he was always cold and terse, with a voice that made your skin crawl. “Commander Reyes...I think that...maybe...” He turned to you and gave you a harsh look. He didn’t say anything, but you could almost hear his voice say ‘Spit it out, already’, “maybe your jealousy is getting out of hand, sir.” And with that line, his scowl grew into a sinister smirk as he stepped closer to you. There must’ve been less than a millimeter distance apart from you when his smirk turned to a giddy smile, “You think I’m jealous? Trust me, buttercup, you haven’t even seen jealousy.” The tone of his voice sent shivers down your spine and gave you goosebumps. You wanted to ask him what he meant but couldn’t find the words. And just when you thought things couldn’t get any worse, you saw one of the medics running towards you and Gabe. You took a step back to let him speak to the Commander, but his gaze never left you as the medic spoke with short breaths, “We lost him, sir. There was too much blood...so much blood...” “What a pity,” he kept his smile as he shooed the medic away, leaving the two of you alone. Your heart was pounding from the news and your throat was dry from the tension. Yet, the look in Gabriel’s eyes can only be described as pure satisfaction.

[overwatchtrash-tbh]

Hey just wondering if you could do a Reaper (prefall) x reader where the reader surprises him at Overwatch while he's training Mcree and Gengi? Preferable the two boys didn't know that Gabe even had a girlfriend so they're pretty shocked and are verbal about it.

Needless to say you were excited, you were finally going to see Gabe at his job! He'd told you so much about his two trainees, also not to get near Jesse at all because apparently he's handsy with women. As you walked closer to the training grounds, you could hear the shouts of the people inside.

"I said, AIM, for christ's sake!" Okay, since the range is hot, the entrance you'd planned wouldn't work unless you wanted to get shot. You instead approached the doors cautiously, and slowly pulled them open. You saw Gabe, and who must be Jesse and Genji.

"Gabriel!" You yelled, as you ran up to him. You jumped and he caught you, spinning you around.

"I missed you~" you coo.

"I missed you too, dear," he gave you a little peck on the cheek.

"Reyes, you have a girlfriend? Thought I'd never see the day," Gabe puts you down as you turn to see a man with a cowboy hat. This must be Jesse.

"I've never seen you let your guard down so quickly, Reyes." The other man, presumably Genji, says.

"He hasn't told you about me?" You ask. "Not one bit." Jesse claims.

"Well, he's told me plenty about you, McCree. You as well," you gesture to each of the boys.

"To be honest, I never thought he'd be able to get a girlfriend," Jesse says to nobody in particular.

"Me either. No offense though," Genji agrees.

"You two shut up!" Gabe yells, "Why'd you come here anyways, (y/n)?"

"To meet your little trainees here, of course! I wanted to come see you at your job, too."

"Well, fine. Boys!" Genji and Jesse stand side by side, stiff as a board facing you.

"Nice to meet you, Miss. Genji Shimada, though I'm sure you already knew that," He sticks his hand out for a handshake, and you gladly take it.

"The name's McCree. Jesse McCree. And although I'm not sure what you see in him, he sure does have good taste in women," Jesse receives a smack in the back of the head from Genji as he sticks his hand out for you to shake.

*** The four of you ended up going to lunch together, which was mostly Jesse repeatedly saying how crazy it was for Gabe to get a girlfriend before him, how he managed to get a girlfriend like you, etc, etc.

Hi! Hope you liked it, I tried my best. Sorry if it's a little short, though.

[winters-dragotan]

Moircy Snippet - More Than This

Here’s a snippet from a bigger short story I’m writing, it doesn’t focus on these two but I found a way to sneak a small bit of Moircy (Moira x Mercy) into it and figured I could snip it out and post it here for you guys to enjoy. Its a bit steamy and sex is mentioned but nothing actually happens. Also its Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, and in my head-canon Beta’s are in-between Alpha and Omega, everyone has fangs in accordance to their type. Other than that  everything as usual so enjoy! 

“How much longer do we have to listen to this?” The Alpha standing near the one-way window asked, sensing a presence that had just entered the room with her. A long white lab coat, fluttered in the cold air that rushed in from the open door, and the scientist shivered slightly. “Close that door will you please?” She asked, turning to face the new presence. Tall lean body with equally long limbs, it wasn’t made for the cold. Red hair shifted from the sudden motion, mismatched eyes - one red, one blue - met surprised blue ones. The Alpha took a deep breath of air, the sweet calming scent of the Beta filling it, but it wasn’t enough, surely not enough for her desire - but she tried to reign that in as best as she could. Clenching her jaw to keep her fangs from poking out of her upper lip. Angela blinked once, suddenly feeling a sense of nervousness and uncertainty, insecurity, excitement, joy, a rush of emotions, all centered around one thing. Why did Moira always do this to her? These sudden feelings... “Moira, I- I didn’t expect you to be part of this as well. Ah forgive me I’ll, uh, close the door.” She fumbled, feeling like a teenage school girl caught red handed and being scolded by the teacher. Why did Moira always make her feel so exposed? So childish and vulnerable. Perhaps it was because she wanted to impress her? To be perfect for the Alpha, and when she did, it was then she noticed all her own imperfections even more. She quickly closed the door, almost dropping her papers, and almost dropping them again when she turned around to find Moira right behind her. Practically jumping out of her wits. “Oh! Dear, Uh-” “Angela relax, what’s bothering you?” The biologist asked with a raised eyebrow, hand gently placed on the Beta’s shoulder. That was another thing Moira had started doing, touching her. That is, touching her more in general - not in flirtatious ways - though they had long since passed that boundary too - but shoulder touches, back, even a side-hug once. Moira had never been one to hug, or touch others or enjoy being touched period. She liked her personal space. Yet since they had started… Spending more quality time together, Moira had started touching her a lot more. Angela wasn’t blind, she knew the Alpha was marking her territory for anyone else to scent, but she found that thought rather comforting in fact and so she never commented on it. Angela sighed, never one to beat around the bush the Irishwoman was, and put off answering she could not, no doubt Moira wouldn’t leave it be until she gave a half decent answer. So rather than beat around the bush like she wanted to, she decided to play with the other woman a bit. Biting her lip she looked up at the taller doctor. “You.” “...Me?” She asked again, but not taking it how Angela had meant, that analytical expression crossed her face. Eyebrows furrowed, lips slightly parted, left side-ways glance. Some might mistake it for anger but the healer knew better. It was Moira’s ‘thinking face’, you could say. She was trying to figure out what she did, and how to ‘fix’ it. A classic Moira move. “What did I do this time?” The Alpha asked, having been unable to remember doing anything to lead to upsetting Angela, leaning back, the Beta missed her heavy scent already. She decided to torture her just a little longer. Slipping out from under Moira’s gaze she shrugged innocently as she sashayed to the other side of the room, placing her papers down on the desk before sitting on top of an empty spot on the desk, leaning back on her hands, legs swinging slightly. Her heart was hammering in her chest and she did not at all feel as confident as she displayed herself. Especially not under those piercing watchful mismatched eyes that followed her every move. She motioned for the Alpha to come closer with a finger. “Angela…? What is it?” Those eyebrows furrowed even deeper now, long lanky legs taking her to the other side of the room in two quick strides. When she was close enough Angela thought her heart could burst out of her chest from what she was about to do.  Once within reach, the Beta was grabbing the geneticist's coat pulling her down and mashed their lips together. Moria let out a startled noise, arms slapping down on the desk to stop herself from falling over from the sudden pull and squashing the healer. Angela felt her face heat up, pulling away, it had been sudden and awkward and childish, and she was letting her feelings get in the way and they should be working, and why was she doing this, that kiss wasn’t very good, Moira must feel- Her train of downward spiraling doubts ended when the Alpha’s warm left hand wrapping around her back pulling her closer to the edge of the desk, equally warm lips gently pressing against her own, fingers lightly trailing down her spine sending pleasurable shivers to her body. A happy purr bubbled up from her, legs wrapping around the geneticist's knee’s and calves. Tongues started probing gently before the shorter of the two parted her lips, a happy sound escaping her as Moira’s tongue explored her mouth. The Alpha was the one to pull away this time. Fangs in full view now, panting softly. “Is that it? You wanted to kiss me Angela? Surely you could have just asked? Or take, you know I don’t mind your kisses agra(beloved).” The healer laughed, placing her hands on either side of Moira’s head, “no that wasn’t it, I missed you Moira, you’ve been stuck in your lab all week and you won’t answer my texts, I only see you when I bring you coffee….” She frowned, no she pouted, bottom lip sticking out, eyes big. “I don’t just wanna see you when we...we….” She trailed off, cheeks warm, glancing away a moment. “When we fuck?” Moira said, bluntly, like talking about the weather, they were scientist. Talking sex shouldn’t be a big issue right? “Moira!” Angela shush her, placing a hand on her mouth. “Not so loud, someone might come in…” The Irishwoman rolled her eyes, “good, then they know to stay away from what's mine.” She said with a slight growl, there was no anger in her words there only protectiveness. Angela preened, giggling, hearing Moria claim her like that was thrilling. But she wouldn’t be side-tracked so easily - “Moira. I want you to take me out on a date. I enjoy our time together, not just for the physical stuff, I want to get to know you. And I miss our long nightly talks on the latest projects and news and...and that… Anime was it? That you watch.” The healer explained, Moira’s scent was a mix of forest pine and the cold crisp air right off the ocean. And she took lungfuls of it as she scented the Alpha, feeling her scenting Angela in return a satisfied purr rumbled from her. Silence.  Angela waited patiently. “Shouldn’t I be asking you, not you me? Or you asking me to ask you to-” “Moira!” “Right, well of course we can go out on a date, how’s Friday sound? I guess my project has been taking most of my focus as of late...” Moira smirked, showing off a wide range of teeth.  Angela smiled, purring happily, “Perfect,” she shared a quick kiss, just in time to jump off the desk as the door opened to let in someone else. Both women shuffling to hide their warm faces, and mixed scents. The man who entered was none other than Mcree himself, the Alpha took one sniff of the room and scrunched up his nose. Moira returned to her usually stiff, stoic posture. “Greetings, Mcree.” “Howdy,” he tipped his hat, “O'Deorain, Mercy,” they all turned to watch the interrogation like no one knew what had been going on moments before. Angela appreciated Jesse’s discretion in this moment, but she’d surely hear of his teasing later on....