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froggibus · 2 months

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Valentine's NSFW - Overwatch Men

Pairings: Baptiste, Cassidy, Genji, Hanzo, Ramattra & Reaper x fem! reader (reader uses she/her pronouns + has a pussy)

Genre: smut/NSFW

CW: cheesy Valentines things, aftercare, manhandling, bondage, role play, toys, shibari, praise, degradation, dirty talk, oral (giving & receiving) unprotected sex, p in v, cum stuffing, overstimulation, cervix fucking, teasing

i flopped so hard this Valentine’s Day but here’s some overwatch content 😭 im sorry my fellow lucio enjoyers i simply couldn’t do it i could not write him for valentines

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Baptiste:

he’s a busy man, it’s a rare occasion that he has a day off, let alone two

wants to make the most of his time with you

takes his time to decorate your room, even changing the sheets to nice red ones and lighting some candles

for him it’s all about the ambience

takes his time to seduce you, starting with kissing you, then moving down your neck and so on

takes his time with your chest, his expert hands turning you into a moaning mess

when you’re finally so wet that you’re begging him just to touch you, he knows you’re ready

has you spread out on the bed, his head buried between your legs

it’s been so long since he was able to eat you out, it’s like a feast to him

doesn’t stop until you’ve came on his face at least twice, until his beard and chin are dripping with your juices

he’s so gentle but so intentional with his touches

teases your clit with his cock and laughs at the way you squirm and plead for him to put it in

once he puts it in, it’s not coming out until he’s fully satisfied

the man is insatiable, he’s drilling his cock into you like he’s trying to push it straight into your womb

it brushes your cervix and makes you wince, the pain only adding to the overwhelming pleasure you feel

loves cumming inside of you but saves it for special occasions like today

his aftercare is unmatched, the man has a basket of things to help soothe you after the fact

he’ll massage your shoulders and talk you down

and always forces you to pee because god forbid you get a UTI (although he’d take extra good care of you then, too)

Cassidy:

wants to try absolutely anything

he’s always a kinky mf but Valentine’s is his excuse to dial it up to 11

buys you cute underwear that you can show off to him

wants to roleplay

once you get in bed with this man you’re not getting out all night

he’ll have your hands cuffed behind your back while he watches you try to ride him

just watching you struggle to take his cock without bracing yourself with his hands is enough to have him cumming

it’s just so cute how pathetic you are, dragging your walls up and down his thick cock and whining how it’s “too much”

gets tired of your whining and has you flipped in doggy, your head pressed into the mattress

this man is breeding you for hours

even after your pussy is aching and dripping with his cum, he’ll try to keep going

switches between praise and degradation so fast he gives you whiplash

“so good f’me…takin’ my cock so well.”

spanks you if you get too quiet

“fuck, you’re sucha slut for me, aren’t ya?”

there will be bruises on your wrists from the handcuffs

when he finally lets you out of the bed, you can’t even walk on your own

so he runs you a hot bath with nice smelling salts, candles and lotions

Genji:

kinky mf

he’s probably been preparing for tonight for months

has some of that aphrodisiac chocolate and definitely feeds it to you

so much foreplay

he has you laying against his chest, legs spread out over his own, your pussy wide open for his fingers to dip into

he loves playing with you and teasing you, listening to you whimper that’s it’s ’too much’ and you ‘can’t take it anymore’

your cute whines must make him want to bury his cock in you and pound you

but tonight is about you and he wants to take his time

definitely brought some toys with him, like a magic wand and a rabbit

has the vibrator pressed against your clit while he fingers you

even after you cum a few times and whine about how you’re getting overstimulated, he still wants to fuck you until your brain is mush

it’s sweet relief when he finally puts the toys away and lays you down on the bed

you weakly spread your legs around his hips and give him access to your puffy pussy

feels so fucking good

he gets so deep inside you every time, and he’s going slow enough that you can feel it every time his cockhead brushes your walls

whispers praises in your ear about how good you are, about how you just need to give him one more and he’ll be done

“one more” turns into an extra hour

by the end of the night, you’re completely fucked out and drooling, your pussy aching from how good he took care of you

helps you clean yourself up, planting kisses on your burning skin

Hanzo:

SHIBARI

he’s been waiting so long for you to want to try it

you run to the bedroom when you get back from dinner

Hanzo is so patient waiting outside until you finally yell come in

you’ve stripped yourself to just your lingerie and you’re kneeling on the floor, holding silky red ropes in your hands

he’s instantly hard just seeing you submit to him

binds you up so nicely in the pretty little ropes, making sure you’re properly tied but keeping all your good places on display

manhandles you in front of him so he can prod at that pretty mouth with his cock

smears pre all of your lips and cheeks before pushing past your mouth and finally feeling your tongue on his length

you look so cute and helpless sitting beneath him and slobbering on his cock

probably straight up carries you by the ropes on your back and tosses you into the bed

you are doing it in every position tonight

bent over, balls slapping your clit with every thrust

on top of him, laying on his chest clawing desperately while he pounds you

against the wall, over the bed, on your knees, on his lap

he’s taking you any way he can

ends it in a mating press, undoing some of the ropes to offer you enough slack to fold your knees into your chest

leans over and coos about how cute you look with tears and cum smeared on your face

you’re stuffed with cum at the end of the night, laid out in the bed, face on his chest

Ramattra:

has no idea what Valentines is, and even after you explain doesn’t quite understand it

but if it’s important to you…

is teasing you the whole fucking day

pinning you against the wall and rubbing your pussy until you’re dripping wet, pulling you into his lap when you walk by so you can feel the thrumming in his crotch plate

he wants you soaked, prepped and ready for him at any time so that when he does decide to take you, he doesn’t have to waste any time

has you cockwarming him while he does work, an arm around your waist to hold you down on his massive length while his other taps away at a keyboard

you’re squirming and writhing in his lap for more but his grip is like iron

eventually he gives in to your incessant pleasing

“it’s St Valentines after all”

but don’t even think about trying to disobey him or try anything funny

pretty much uses you like a flesh light the rest of the night

the benefit of him being so strong is that he can manoeuvre you in anyway that he wants

and given that he’s an omnic, he can go all night and never falter

he’s brutal with his thrusts, pounding into you until your juices are spraying out and coating the plates of his thighs

“Look at how you’re gushing on me,” he teases, “look at how ruined your pussy is.”

probably fucks you until you’re on the verge of falling asleep

after he’s done with you, when you’re laying and looking al cute and fucked out in his bed

he’ll just brush your hair away from your face. “Happy St Valentine’s, dear.”

Reaper:

he does not give a fuck about Valentine’s Day

but if it gives him an excuse to take you in anyway he wants, he’s in

absolutely not what he has in mind when you’re binding him to your headboard with handcuffs

he won’t admit it but he’s into it

you spend over an hour just teasing him

rubbing, licking, drooling on his cock, watching the way he shifts uncomfortably with every move

it’s only after he calls out, “just fuck me or move on, please” that you listen to him

Reyes never says please so you know he’s desperate

of course you won’t even think about putting his cock inside of you until he's came in your mouth at least once

when you finally straddle his hips and sink down on his cock, Reaper is beyond impatient

he’s straining against his handcuffs, telling you what a whore you are and how he can’t wait to get out of these and fuck you silly

you ride him painfully slow, scratching up his chest with your nails as you slide up and down his cock

eventually you get desperate and start bouncing even more, forcing his cock as deep as it can go

just as you’re about to cum, Reaper snaps the bedposts and frees his hands

you’re in shock from the pure fucking strength it took and have no time to react before he’s flipping you on your back and taking you

the muscles in his arms are strained as he props himself up above you, veins protruding

just for teasing him, you’re not leaving the room until you’ve come at least three or four times

or unless you beg for mercy (though Gabe is a wild card, and it’s a 50/50 if he’ll even let you go)

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theres-a-body-here · 4 months

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Hi could you do Genji, Hanzo, Cassidy, lifewaver and Mauga (separately) where they have matching skins with thier s/o

It took some convincing to make these boys match with you, some more than others, but you were determined to be twinsies on the field.

I threw in two extras, as a treat

Cole Cassidy - Sherlock Holmes and Watson

Took little to no convincing to have him match with you, but he was dead set on being Sherlock

This isn't negotiable

Expect to hear everything but your name out there

"Dear boy", "Watson", and "My dear" is all you're gonna be referred as

Cassidy will refuse to respond to you unless you refer to him as "sir" or "boss"

You could take a bullet to the side and he'll be kneeling over you like: "Hmm, yes, that is indeed a nasty wound my boy"

"You're a moron.....Sir" you groan out as he drags you to Mercy

Eventually, you really play into the roll

wrapping your arms around Cassidy from behind as you press your cheek against his

"Do you have a plan, Boss?"

He coughs, being caught off guard

"Yes, my dear Watson...it's uhh....ya know, this" He says as he spins peacemaker in his hands

"World's greatest detective, everyone" You remark sarcastically

Genji Shimada - Kamen Rider

He's actually the one who first asked to match costumes

You both bickered over who to be

Genji insisted you dress as Evolto, but you also wanted to be Kamen

In the end, you both dressed as Kamen

Genji dressed as Kamen Rider Blade

You dressed as Kamen Rider Gaia

You both pose and exclaim with a loud "Henshin!" after every elimination

The others don't really get it

Genji kinda just shuffles over and hugs you, pressing his faceplate into your chest sadly after being called a "Power Ranger" for the 5th time.

You have to stifle your laughter as you comfort him

"It's not the same thing," he whines, voice muffled by your chest

"Yeah buddy, they're completely different franchises," you chuckle out, rubbing his back

Niran "Bua" Pruksamanee - Bee and Flower

Pretty excited to match costumes with you

Niran took a pretty long time to pick which flower to dress as

"Maybe I should stick with Lotus, but...Jasmines..." he mutters as he brings fabrics to his chest, imagining himself as each flower

you sat on his bed wearing a bumblebee suit, watching on as Niran struggled to make a decision

He settles on fuchsia, bright purples and trailing fabric

Costume is so extravagant that you look comically out of place in your cheap Bee outfit

Niran doesn't mind, in fact, he finds it cute

He especially loves your puns

"Bee mine," you coo as you kiss his cheek

He chuckles as he returns the kiss

Hanzo Shimada - Cupid and Eros

You're gonna have to bust out all your tricks to convince this man to wear something so, in his words, undignified

What ever you do to get him into the cupid costume, expect complaints

"This is....embarassing," he mutters begrudgingly as he sits on your bed, tugging at his pastel pink wings

The bathroom door opens as you step out in your Eros outfit

"How do I look, Babe?'

Hanzo's face immediately erupts into a blazing red

"Wh-What are you wearing?" he exclaims as he adverts his gaze, looking at anywhere but you

Your outfit is... minimal to say the least

Wings, red sash, sandals, bow, and a thin loincloth. That's literally it

Besides that? Nearly all of your skin was on display

"Aww, you don't like it?" you tease as you walk closer to Hanzo

You straddle his lap, feeling him stiffen under you

You cup his face while you rub his cheeks with your thumbs

"I'm just teasing you. I have a much more modest outfit ready

Hanzo lets out a sigh as he looks at you

You lean in closer, ghosting your lips over his ear

"This one is for tonight" you whisper

Hanzo swears you'll be the end of him one day

Maugaloa Malosi - Māui and Hine-nui-te-pō

You brought up the idea of matching costumes and he instantly had a mischievous look in his eyes

He agreed on the condition that he chooses the theme

He dressed as Māui and he helped make a costume for you

You recognized Māui from a movie, but you had no idea who Hine-nui-te-pō was

"Don't worry about it" he assured you with a chuckle

You two had a blast on the battlefield with your matching costumes

Although, you couldn't help but think something was up every time Mauga glanced at you

He'd smirk and throw you a wink

But this was Mauga, so it didn't really set off a red flag

Its not until the end of the battle where a talon grunt said something

"What he'd do to convince you to dress like that?"

You looked confused. The grunt explained she was from New Zealand.

She told you the story of Māui and Hine-nui-te-pō

Your face went from shock, embarrassment, to rage

You stomped your way to Mauga, who wore a shit-eating grin

You stood in front of him as your swung your hands to slap him

But you're too short

"God dammit! Lean over, asshole!" you cry as you jump at him Mauga breaks into a fit of laughter as he picks you up and swings you around

Jamison Fawkes - Yoshikage Kira and Killer Queen

Surprisingly, Junkrat was pretty hesitant to match costumes

He was worried changing clothes would include bathing

He likes his soot and burns thank you very much

"I have an aesthetic to maintain, mate"

But you knew how to break him

The moment the words "turns anything into a bomb" left your lips, he was instantly on board

Obviously he was gonna be the explosion cat

But since this was Junkrat, you had to approve his costume beforehand

You deadass had to explain to him why entering a bathtub of alcohol and pink sharpie markers to color his skin was a terrible idea

"But the damn cat's pink isn't it?" He asks, dumbfounded that you had a problem with his genius idea

"We'll use facepaint, babe"

You show off your costumes to the rest

Jamie wearing cat ears, Pink face paint, and leather gloves

You wearing a suit, dyed your hair blond, and severed mannequin hand in your pocket

After an ultimate that wiped out a good number of the enemy team, Junkrat clears his throat to speak

"Watashi no na wa "Kira yoshikage" nenrei 33-sai jitaku wa moriōchō hokutō-bu no bessō chitai ni ari ..."

The rest of you kinda stood around staring at him shocked

"I didn't know Mr. Fawkes knew japanese," Mei comments to you in a hushed voice, not wanting to interrupt Junkrat

You and Roadhog kinda look at each other

"He doesn't" you both say in unison

Reinhardt Wilhelm - Knight and Squire

A Knight and his squire? Count him in!

To be honest, you being his squire is somewhat of a fantasy he has, so Reinhardt was pretty excited to match costumes with you

You let him have a major say in your outfit since it was apparent this was big for him

He picked out colors of the old Crusade; Muted browns, greens and vibrant golds

Reinhardt wore his Balderich outfit

He fumbled to find a camera to capture the moment

Before you two left to meet up with the others for training drills, Reinhardt stopped you

"Y/N...can you...do something for me?" He asks nervously, voice almost a whisper

"Yeah sure, what's up big guy?"

"Can you bring me my hammer?" he finally responds after a while

You shrug and walk over to grab the massive weapon, bringing it over with a bit of strain

You had an idea of why he asked you to do this

You knelt on one knee and raised the hammer with both hands

"Your hammer, Sir Wilhelm"

Reinhardt's hands clench into a fists, the fabric of the gloves making a creaking sound from the pressure

He pushes the hammer aside and pulls you in for a bone crushing bear hug

"You've made this old dog happy, Y/N" he mutters as he nuzzles his face into your neck

"Yeah, sure, no problem" you strain out as you see spots on your vision

Reinhardt drops you immediately

"Sorry..." he mutters as he pats your shoulder

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of-dragonss · 2 years

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Can you do Cole Cassidy teasing/flirting headcannon?

fun fact: i used to be extremely obsessed with cassidy when overwatch first came out 🕺 now all i think about is junker queen and hanzo

☽ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰

— cole cassidy x reader

Cole flirting headcanons

Now let’s get one thing straight. Cole is an incredibly flirty man.

Flirting is second nature to him if we’re being honest.

But he’s not going to push you aside because he’s a natural flirt.

When he’s romantically interested in someone he’s an absolute menace and will direct his attention to you and only you.

Let’s say you were in Blackwatch back then.

Reyes was constantly lecturing Cole about flirting with you through the comms. Much to literally everyone’s annoyance.

��Have I told you you look mighty fine today, sugar?”

“Cassidy, focus on the mission.” you can practically see Reyes rubbing his temple by his tone of voice.

Moira is face palming. And Genji just wants to go back to base so he doesn’t have to hear this.

When Overwatch gets shut down and Winston sends out the message years later, you two meet again.

And nothings changed, and neither has his feelings towards you.

Now, because he’s older the flirting will go from teasing, to more romantic.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, Honey.” He kisses the back of your hand, hat over his chest as he greets you.

“You’ve always known how to take care of me, pumpkin.” As you patch him up after a mission, smiling lovingly at you.

He’s so smitten with you oh my god.

Genji is still silently suffering when he witnesses these interactions because COLE WONT MAKE A MOVE PLEASE ASK THEM OUT OH MY GOD.

Literally every overwatch agent that returned are making bets to when the two of you would make it official.

It doesn’t happen any time soon he just keeps spitting out flirtatious comments every time he talks to you.

Cole is a flirt but he’s terrible at confessions. Please make the first move because he sure fucking won’t.

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l0serloki · 7 months

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Trick or Treat

How OW Characters would react to their partner saying trick or treat

(Ashe, Junkrat, Moira, Kiriko, Cassidy)

CW : SMUT, begging (Ashe/Moira), a bit of exhibitionism (Cass/Kiriko)

Ashe : Treat

“What’re you asking for doll? You want me to treat you?” Ashe raised an eyebrow. You couldn’t help but giggle as her cheeks went a bit red and she pushed her chair back.

“Why don’t you come sit on my lap? Let me treat you.” Ashe patted against her lap and you made your way over. It wasn’t uncommon for Ashe to treat you but she was usually the one letting you take the reins, so this would be different.

Her fingers traced against your chest a few times before moving down to unbutton your pants. She was slow and methodical, inching lower and lower allowing your need to build.

“Ashe..” You whispered out, getting tired of her fingers trailing around where you needed her most.

“Beg for me sweet thing, I’ll give you what you want.”

Junkrat : Treat

You and Junk had been spending a day off as everyone Trick or Treated. He was bouncing around the living room going on about some gears when you had murmured the words ‘Trick or Treat’. It was more so a random thought that escaped but Junk’s face turned to a grin.

“I love treats. And a few tricks. But I think you deserve a treat.” He moved closer grabbing at your jaw and bringing his lips against yours. His hands moved swiftly over your garnements.

“Jeez baby, desperate much?” You moaned as he threw your clothes to the ground.

“I gotta be when I have such a fine work of art in front of me!”

Moira : “Treat” (It’s Moira we never know)

“Oh pet, you want a treat, hmm? Or should I give you a trick?” Moira’s nails scratched at your cheek, a wicked smile growing on her face. You knew Moira would get a tickle out of the comment but you didn’t expect her to go this far. She peeled back her lab coat and placed it against the table, inching her face down level with yours.

“Tell me, do you want a treat dear?” Moira whispered, her hands trailing the inside of your thighs. Her smirk only grew as you squirmed with need and she hummed.

“Use your words pet or I won’t help you.” Her fingers pinched against your flesh and you gasped at the sensation. You nodded your head and pulled at her wrist.

“Yes. I want a treat.”

She seemed to accept your comment as she worked to shimmy down your pants. Her eyes watched intently as she roamed down, finally meeting your core.

“O-oh Moira..” Your eyes rolled back as she moved your panties to the side.

“Feels good doesn’t it? I suppose I should treat you in my lab more often. Make you my labrat.. hmm?”

Kiriko : Trick

The moment the words ‘Trick or Treat’ left your mouth Kiriko’s face grew ecstatic.

“Trick or treat? Oh I’ll give you a trick alright.” She yanked at your arm, pulling you both away from the commotion of the Halloween party.

You were abruptly shoveled into the broom closet, Kiriko’s hands already working at undressing you. Her eyes looked into yours and she grinned.

“I’m going to make you cum four times and let’s see if we can not get caught by the others. Try to be quiet.. or don’t.”

Cassidy : Trick

You had sat down against Cassidy’s leg, everyone at the party already filling the spaces on the couch. He was lost in conversation with Tracer talking about old friends and her girlfriend when he started to bounce his leg. At first you thought it was just coincidental until his empty hand roamed a little too close to your core.

“Cassidy..” You growled into his ear, your body jolting everytime he moved his thick thigh up and down. He looked away from Tracer for a moment and raised an eyebrow with a shit-eating grin.

“Something wrong darlin?” He pressed a bit further, acting coy and then continuing to talk to Tracer. It lasted like that for a few minutes before he adjusted his drink, whispering a little ‘Trick or Treat’ in your ear before pinching your thigh.

You knew you were in for it that night.

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colecasswhore · 5 months

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ALIAS

c.cassidy/reader

summary: you’re getting tired of his new alias.

tags: established relationship, fluff, blackwatch! era

꒰ 🍮 ୭̥ ‧ - ・colecasswhore

“you ought’a stop getting hurt, baby.” you scold gently, watching your boyfriend chuckle. perched upon cole’s lap, his broad hands on your ass, you carefully clean his bloody lip. fighting with recruits wasn’t what gabriel had in mind, you both knew it. “relax, sugar. it’s fine.” cole muses in that low rasp of his. “but one day it won’t be fine. what then?” you pout. “mhm. then i’ll deal with it.” the cowboy hums.

cole’s thumbs rub soft circles over your ass, kneading soft flesh. it wasn’t sexual, in a way… he just likes touching you. “cole-“ you go to speak, but he cuts you off. “shh, sugar. we ain’t using that name here.” he sighs. “but-“ “baby, it’s for the best.” cole snips your attempts of talking, pressing a kiss to your lips. “don’t know if anyone’s listening. we gotta be careful, remember?” he mutters against your lips. “but it’s just us.” you sigh, pulling away. cole hums. “i know, sugar. but we’ve gotta be careful… dunno if anyone’s overhearing. y’know we’ve gotta be real careful with these things, darling.”

you huff, shaking your head. for a while now, since him joining blackwatch, cole has been going by ‘jesse mccree’… a name you weren’t fond of. “baby, don’t gimme that pout.” cole muses, thumbing over your bottom lip. “with our past, it’s to keep you safe. t’deadlock days are behind us, alright? i gotta be careful. don’t wanna go t’jail.” he whispers to you, pressing a loving kiss to your lips. “i know that, cole..!” you stress, sighing. cole sighs too. “it’s just… when it’s just me- i want you to be cole. not this… this character you’ve created.” you explain. you can see him think, eyes trailing off as he mulls it over. “sweetheart… i love you, i do… but… i just… we have to be careful.” he murmurs, his honey brown eyes meeting yours once more.

you sigh, shaking your head as you continue to patch him up. noting your distaste, cole sighs. he hates upsetting you… “but… maybe in private, i can be your old cole again.” he whispers to you. your eyes soften, and he feels his heart clench. “really?” you question gently. “i’m a man of my word, sweetheart. now gimme those cute lips.” cole chuckles, kissing you softly. humming, you reciprocate the kiss, your hands gently cradling your boyfriend’s jaw. “i love you, cole.” you mumble, feeling him smile against your lips. “i love you too, baby doll.”

#cole cassidy #cole cassidy x reader #cole cassidy x you #cole cassidy overwatch #overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #|| 🍮 colecasswhore

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bruhhhh-huhhhhh · 21 days

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Cole Cassidy x reader

"You don't need me."

The words burnt your throat on their way up, each one more painful than the last.

Well, it was the words or the stomach acid. Either way, it still hurt.

Cassidy didn't even turn around to look at you. He was sat at table, taking sips of the whiskey that you bought him for your anniversary.

Just a few hours prior, the two of you had an argument over his sudden ignorance over you and your needs. He would come home from Blackwatch and not even look at you, instead getting whatever he wanted to eat and going to the spare bedroom in your shared apartment. He left for days at a time, doing God only knows what.

When you brought it up, Cassidy simply told you to just get over yourself. To suck it up and realize that he needed his time alone.

"You could at least tell me when, or why, or what I can do to make things better!" You shouted.

"Look at you, thinkin' you can just make everything better with a flick of the wrist. Well, news flash, you can't. This ain't something that you can just make better. I ain't somethin you can just make better," he spat back before storming off to the guest bedroom.

At that point, you cried. Not much. Never were the tears more than just a few drops that burnt your eyes as they rolled down your cheeks. You went to the room that you once shared and started to pack your bags.

All of your clothes went into the duffel bags and suitcases, along with a few mementos.

You stop at a picture of you and Cassidy on your birthday. He looked so happy. So in love with you.

What happened?

You stuffed it into the bag, knowing that you'd regret it when unpacking the bags. Still, you wouldn't get rid of it.

You couldn't.

As you were making your rounds around the apartment, making sure you picked everything up, Cassidy came out of the guest room with a bottle of whiskey and sat down at the dining table where you two used to eat dinner together.

He didn't say anything. Instead, he popped the bottle open and started drinking.

"You don't need me."

The words burnt your throat on their way up, each one more painful than the last.

Well, it was the words or the stomach acid. Either way, it still hurt.

For a while you just stared at him. What would you say? What would he say? What did you want him to say?

You didn't know.

"Cassidy."

Nothing.

"Cole."

Still nothing.

"I'm leaving."

Finally, something. The cowboy turned his head ever so slightly to look at you from the corner of his eye.

"When are ya gonna be back?" he asked calmly.

You couldn't help but laugh. It was cruel and mocking. All of the pent-up anger you had kept inside until this point came bubbling out.

"Never."

Cassidy made a small "oh," and went back to drinking his whiskey.

That made you angrier.

"Really, Cole? Just 'oh'?! No 'why' or 'don't go'? Jesus, I can't fucking do this anymore. I tried, Cole, I really fucking did. I stayed up for hours every night, waiting for you to come home. I set up dinner dates for us and watched as the food slowly went cold without even a single call. I called you over and over with no response for weeks. I did everything I possibly could. And this is all I get? Just an 'oh.' No, 'please don't go, I love you so much.'" At this point, you could feel tears welling in your eyes, burning them as they fell.

"I wanted you to be different. To be better. I wanted this to work. Because I love you, Cole. I love you so fucking much and you don't seem to give a singular fuck about me. Not one. To you, I'm no better than the dirt on the bottom of your boot. Hell, at least that has a reason to stick around. But I don't. It's been almost a year of this. Of neglect. Of no love. And I don't know why the fuck I didn't leave sooner."

Cassidy just stares at you. Not a word is spoken. Not one. And that's how you know that it really is done. That the relationship you put so much effort into is over.

"I did so much for you. I left my family. Got kicked out of Deadlock. Moved from place to place to visit you on your missions. Didn't go to school. Started working at a job that I fucking hate. All for you. And you won't even look at me for longer than a minute."

"I never asked you to do that."

You just stare. For a long while, you stare at him. You didn't know what to say. How to convey all the pain and anguish and fear and sadness that you were feeling.

So, you didn't.

Instead, you turned around and went to your bedroom, dug the picture out of your bag, and took it back to dining room. Cassidy barely looked at you as you walked in.

Without saying a word, you slammed the glass frame onto the groud. It shattered into thousands of little pieces and the picture of the two of you was covered in them.

"I'm done. We're over," you said before grabbing your bags and leaving.

After a few hours, Cassidy knelt down and started trying to clean the glass up with his hands. Before long he was bleeding all over the floor, the glass having cut his hands.

Deep down he knows he fucked up. That the only person who really cared about him just left.

But he couldn't find it in himself to call you back.

#cole cassidy #colecassidy #cole cassidy overwatch #cole cassidy x reader #overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch2 #overwatch imagines #cole cassidy x you #ow2 #overwatch angst #cole cassidy angst

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colemorrison · 6 months

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Ahhh hey hi bestie

I am here to request some form of comfort with Hanzo and/or Cassidy. My two favorite boys (especially when you write them!!!)

Idk I’m just going through it right now because my girlfriend (?) is having some health issues right now and I can’t be there for her because of school

Life is weird bro

Anyways thank you and take you time with writing this <3

How about I do you one better and I write both, just for you. <3

Hanzo :

“It is not your fault, they are out of your reach.”

His words were quiet as he watched you pace, he was right, you knew that but you couldn’t help the feeling that your worth was slipping.

“If you think of yourself as worthless because you cannot control the world, you will never be pleased with yourself.”

Once again, he was right.

“I just want to help her.”

“Just because you cannot be there does not mean you aren’t helping. At the end of the day you are there for her in your mind yes? She knows that.”

“But I could be-“

“No, not another word, yes you could do more but right now you are doing what you can.”

Cassidy :

“You can’t fix every problem, you know that yeah?”

“It isn’t about that..”

“But you know that everything ain’t on your shoulders, why are you beatin’ yourself up because of something that’s out of your hands.”

His accent made you smile, of course he knew what to say, why wouldn’t he?

“She knows you care and that is enough.”

“I just wish I could be there for her.”

“You have a life too, there’s things going on that put up a barrier but that doesn’t mean you two love each other any less.”

“I know..”

“Quit hurtin’ yourself. You can’t fix it all, you’re doing your best and that is all you can do.”

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I AM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK FORGIVE ME. I hope this alright, forgive me if otherwise. I feel this issue honestly, but you’re doing your best and that’s all that matters dude. <33

#overwatch #overwatch2 #overwatch imagines #cole cassidy x you #cole cassidy x reader #overwatch cole cassidy #cole cassidy #hanzo shimada x reader #hanzo shimada overwatch #hanzo shimada #for THE mutual <3

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ow2requests · 1 year

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Fluff with Cassidy x neutral/masc leaning reader having a (college) study session? Been stressing over my master's program and could use some wholesome reading!

a/n: hello anon, thank you for being the first one to request! I hope you liked this short, sort of chill oneshot, let me know!

Studying With Cassidy (not really because Cassidy distracts you)

A small yawn escaped your lips, your fingertips ghosted onto the pages of the textbook you had been revising off of. Your eyes lazily skimming through the blocks of texts that laid in front of you.

You were too tired to process any of it—too exhausted.

There was no way you would survive this year of college. Exams were right around the corner, and you felt that no matter how hard you studied, you would never get it.

You couldn't help but feel helpless.

It wasn't a very encouraging train of thought, you knew that all too well.

You had been following a rigorous studying regimen, attempting to get in front of whatever you could—some days you felt it was all in vain.

You caught glimpse of the time in your peripheral view; 8:56pm.

The library's gonna close soon...Might as well continue at my dorm... you thought to yourself.

Letting out a disheartened sigh, you stuffed your textbook into your bag, slinging it over your shoulder haphazardly.

And with that, you departed, and went off to your dorm.

———

Once you stepped foot into your dorm, your grip loosened on your bag, allowing it to fall to the ground with a thump—quickly reaching in to grab your textbook so you could get back to studying.

"Hey darlin'." A voice you knew all too well suddenly erupted from behind you.

Cole!

You relaxed at the sound of his voice, a smile graced your features. "Hey." you awkwardly replied.

"Did I scare ya?"

You snorted, "Nah. I'm just surprised you're lurking in my dorm around this time." You offered him a fond smirk. This was a common occurrence for the two of you, Cassidy normally liked to spend time in your dorm when he wasn't busy doing whatever he does.

A brief moment of silence passed, Cassidy laid down on your couch, taking off his hat and placing it on the couch— making himself comfortable.

"What're ya up to? I haven't seen ya all day today."

"Well…Exams are coming up, and I'm trying to stick to my studying schedule." You explained, you found yourself feeling guilty for not spending as much time with Cassidy as you wanted to. "It's been stressful, and I don't know if I even have the energy to keep reading this stupid textbook." Holding up the textbook, you emphasized your frustration.

With a sympathetic smile on his face, Cassidy chuckled. "Lemme help ya, then." He stretched his hands out, inviting you to cuddle.

The urge to touch him tingled in your fingertips as your face heated up. Walking towards him, you placed the book on the couch's armrest and laid down next to him, feeling his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer.

You couldn't help but feel all fuzzy and gushy inside, this was exactly what you needed.

His calloused hands gently caressed your cheeks before moving down to squeeze your shoulders. "Arent'cha the cutest thing? Yer’ all flustered." With a coy smirk, he teased you.

It took some courage for you to clear your throat, trying to overcome the shyness you felt around him. "Cole, are we studying or not?" You mused lightheartedly.

As he grabbed your textbook, you both began reading through its contents. As Cassidy asked you questions about your coursework, cracking jokes periodically, observing your deep concentration and listening to you read, he couldn't help but chuckle silently.

He only thought of one word: Adorable.

Soon enough, Cassidy began reading outloud.

Something about Cassidy's voice always soothed you, his honeyed and suave voice was enough to make anybody fall head over heels with him.

You nuzzled yourself deeper into his chest, arms draping around his large frame. You found yourself completely blocking out the information, and instead you were being lulled to sleep.

And soon enough, you were fast asleep.

“Whatdya think this means?” Cassidy furrowed his eyebrows in contemplation at the information in your textbook. While Cassidy did not comprehend much of the topic you discussed, he was impressed with your ability to answer all his questions.

Suddenly, there was silence.

“Darlin’?” he whispered gently to you.

His gaze fell on your sleeping, serene face, and he paused to stare at your unconscious form with amusement and surprise.

Did his voice relax you to the point that you fell asleep in his arms? Or did you fall asleep simply because you were bored?

He’d oughta ask you when you wake up, but for now…

Keeping his arm around your waist, he continued gently stroking your head while holding you. Taking a deep breath, he shut his eyes, surrendering to the influence of fatigue and soon falling asleep.

It might have been easier for him to wake you up, but you looked so peaceful and cozy all curled up.

After all, you two could always study another time.

This was one of those moments that he wished would last forever. You and him, relaxed, and with no worries.

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joelsbodypillow · 7 months

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broken hearts club

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

warnings here: smutty, cursing, creampie?, Angst

pair: Mccree x reader

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

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

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

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

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

#mccree x reader #jesse mccree #mccree smut #overwatch mccree #mccree fanfic #Mccree fanfiction #cole cassidy x reader #cole cassidy x you #cassidy x reader

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koifish67 · 6 months

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kissing headcanons with the Overwatch boys

Tw:none

Junkrat

Sloppy af, mf doesn’t know how to kiss

Leaves the bottom half of your face wet and he looks so overly proud

When you finally teach him he’s just quick and desperate, still leaves your lips a bit of a mess

Cole Cassidy

Long, loving kisses, very sensual and gentle

Touches your jaw and pulls you in, keeps his hands on you when he does

Doesn’t do little pecs it’s either long kisses or no kisses

Roadhog

Doesn’t usually kiss you, he LOVES you don’t get me wrong but he isn’t a touchy person

Usually quick and simple, a little pec on your forehead

When you do get more sensual its still quick, just on your lips.

Ramattra

Googled how to kiss people only to find out you had to have lips to actually do that.

He doesn’t really kiss but instead puts his face plate against your forehead.

You notice his fan starts to turn on so he doesn’t overheat

Reinhardt

Quick pecs all over your face, usually grabbing your cheeks and squishing them while he does.

He’s very straight forward and kisses you when he feels like later in the relationship

When he kisses you on the lips it’s quick and he still squishes your cheeks

Genji

Gets all giddy and excited, holds your hips and kisses you sweetly and gentle.

Makes you give him a kiss before every mission for good luck.

Also googled how to kiss you and zenyatta caught him, giggled at him for a bit

Zenyatta

Similar to his brother, he pressed his face Oleg against your forehead, or he’ll press his face plate to your jaw, very soft *clinks*

His orbs kinda shake a bit, kinda like his version of blushing

Sometimes pulls you on his lap when your alone and kissing, make sure to warm himself so he isn’t cold

Hanzo

Awkward a first, but over time he takes his time and savories it, taking everything in.

Puts his hands in yours or touches your face with his fingers

Dipped you once to kiss you out of surprised but he dropped you by accident and never forgave himself for it, never does it again

Lúcio

Gets amped up and all excited, kind of sloppy but there loving at the same time. Squishes your cheeks to

Always says he just wants one pec but it turns into a makeout, forgot what he was going to do beforehand

Lifts you up half the time and kisses you as a surprise

Reaper (Gabriel)

Old man knows how to smooch ngl, deep and sensual kisses, pulls you in by your chin and puts his hand on your waist

HES 58???!??

Doesn’t kiss you if there’s anyone around, he wants to put his “cool mysterious guy” look on

Gets kinda grumpy when he can’t kiss you for long

Soilder 76 (Jack)

Much like reaper, it’s deep and sensual, his lips usually wonder. His kisses are usually LONG

He’s 6’1 so he usually leans down, but if you taller he’ll make you sit down so he can kiss you.

Little pecs at most in public, likes to be professional

Sigma

Another old man

His kisses are gentle, romantic, loving, pure sappy tooth rotting fluff. Pulls your chin towards him.

Floats while he kisses you, so he leans down.

Randomly kisses you when he’s deep in thought and it takes you by surprise

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boobav · 1 year

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Medical Attention

Cole Cassidy x Reader

a/n: why are there so many bj fics and never handjob ones I think we need to start addressing this in the fanfic community...

content: smut (handjob), a bit of blood, un-established relationship, afab!reader

word count: 3.5k

Bullets spewed from what appeared to be the cliffs themselves, pinging off metal and digging into wood all around your crumpled form; you twitched at every impact, at every sound, and instinctually budged up closer to the man taking cover beside you. Your thoughts were racing at useless speeds- how had you not noticed your attackers sooner? How had someone like you ended up in such a tight situation? It really was a sucker-punch to the ego your career had carefully cultivated up until now. Another bullet smacked into the metal behind your ear and sent it ringing painfully- but you had to think of something unless you felt like fucking dying- which, unsurprisingly, wasn't on the agenda. Your eyes skimmed back over the area as if they hadn't done so a million times, squinting through the riled-up dust and reflections of sunlight. Dilapidated buildings were spotted about the area, 24/7 neon signs dead in the daylight, but no, none of this scenery struck a cord with the escapist spirit in you.

You spoke, words spilling out as liquid, "How the hell are we getting out of this Cass?" His sharp eyes darted to yours, shadowed by the cowboy hat that had to be replaced bi-weekly due to bullet holes. A cigar was notably absent from his parted lips, typical behaviour when he was, for once, taking a situation seriously.

"We're gonna make for that buildin' sugar, after I chuck this," He raised a blue flashbang to your vision as another flurry of bullets ricocheted off your flimsy cover, "Lady's parked up ahead, we can make it, I bet."

You would've scoffed if the situation was anything but this, "Your bike?"

"Uh-huh. You ready?" Your eyes ran to the weighty shift in his hips, and you nodded an affirmative. Whether this was gonna work or not it was the best bet you had, really. Cassidy's sweat-lines brows furrowed deeper, and without another ounce of hesitation he tore the grenade's pin off with his teeth, proceeding then to lob it backwards. Someone shouted, a sound so shrill it almost sounded like a fire alarm, and as the crackling-sound erupted, Cass grabbed your wrist and forced you into a wild sprint across the gravel road. Your boots kicked up dirt as they pounded against the ground, dry air forcing that grime to cling to your clothing in moss-like clumps. Cass didn't break his grip once, forcing you to adopt his relentless pace, and right as you reached your destination, he, with a messy harshness, threw you into the open doorway before himself. A single bullet shot into the open air, whistling like a stock-sound effect, and it forced from your partner a strangled cry as he dove through the doorway. Poisonous panic filled your veins- but it was swiftly knocked out by the cowboy landing unceremoniously on top of you. Every ounce of air was expelled from your lungs in an instant, and your lungs worked overtime to gulp back replacements. Note to self: never, ever expect grace in this job.

"You get hit?" You spoke in an exhale, hands tugging at Cass' belt to drag him and yourself deeper into the wooden building.

"Sure as hell feels like it," He grunted, rolling off you to lean against the wall and examine his left leg; you scrambled up too, wary of the time limitations, and ripped off a strip of your relatively-clean undershirt. Cole's eyes were watching you with an acute intensity, but you were so focused on wrapping his leg that you didn't even notice.

You pulled the shirt-made-bandage into a knot, "No it just skimmed you, lucky since I haven't a clue how to drive a motorbike. Come on cowboy." Upon standing, you tugged Cass up too; in any other moment you would've made fun of the uncharacteristically pathetic whimper that left his throat, but seeing as he'd been shot, you shut up. "You can walk?"

"'Course I can." His gaze met yours as you stood face-to-face, "Whilst it's numb anyway. Come on,"

He lead you out the rustic building's side-entrance, and whilst the wind whipped up the empty town's street, the two of you snuck from house to house until reaching one painted in peeling white. The town itself seemed utterly deserted, a sad old mess really, but it had its charms. That flickering café sign, for example, had a strangely comforting aura about it... Though it was rather hard to enjoy whilst being pursued by a group of bandits. You pressed inside the white building- but Cass grabbed hold of your wrist and held a finger to his lips. There was someone outside, moving as quietly as you, so apparently your pursuers had split up to quicken their search. A smart move. Usually.

You moved on, one tentative foot in front of the other, and when the footsteps outside made it clear that their owner was about to breach the building, you pressed yourself smoothly besides the door, silent, ready. The stranger's cowboy hat poked in first, and with a satisfying 'smack' a moment later, you pistol whipped him into oblivion. Oblivion meaning sleep, of course.

Cassidy flashed you a slightly alarmed smile, "You sure you didn't kill him with that swing?"

"Mm, I'm sure. Maybe next time." He tilted his head in a sort of... Apprehensive approval and pushed you through the door by the small of your back, ushering you along.

"Alright, let's pick up the pace. Not long now." His southern drawl did nothing to add to the urgency, in fact, it did the exact opposite, which tended to be the case so often it had to be purposeful. Sometimes you really did question his attitude to life. It was distinctly casual, distinctly nonchalant as if his life wasn't in danger every week- which it most definitely was. Still... He was skilled, smart in his own way, cute too, if you dared say it. So sticking alongside him wasn't too difficult a task.

The rest of the short journey went quickly and smoothly; the midday sun beat down upon your sweating back whilst objects wavered uncertainly in the distance, but, despite the difficulty scorching heat brought with it, you kept moving. Soon enough you made it to Cassidy's horrendously parked motorbike, wincing as he tested his damaged leg. The dusty cliffs stared down at the two of you, looming but providing little shade, and as the bike spun into motion a figure emerged on a nearby clifftop; your eyes narrowed, your breath stilled, and in a split-second you drew your gun and fired once. The enemy's own bullet skid past your face, bristling past a strand of hair, and they went down with a distant thud as your shot connected with their leg. Your exhale was long as you pressed your head against Cass' back, arms wrapping together around his torso. Safety, you hoped, would come without further fire. Well at any rate, you were much too tired and lazy to pick your gun from its holster again, so maybe you'd be swerving around dodging bullets for the next hour.

"Glad we're on the same side, pumpkin." Cass chuckled, metal arm patting your thigh in congrats, but, despite your laugh, your eyes were trained solely on the dark stain spreading methodically, thread by thread, over your companion's dark jeans.

The ride to the safehouse was calm, breezy even. The wind rushed through your hair, cooling you considerably, a gracious gift in this sweltering heat. Buildings and homes rushed by, each soon becoming a small dot in the background of your picturesque ride. The world and its inhabitants appeared fleetingly, mirages of another life, and you were far more content than you'd like to admit. Freedom encased you, lifted you into higher spirits, and with Cassidy mumbling stupid little stories to the air, this feeling was greatly accentuated. Heaven, in this moment, was completely real to you. Your partner shifted his leg, causing a hitch in his breathing; you looked down through your lashes, cringing against his shoulder as you stared at the drying blood stain. That, perhaps, was not so heavenly.

Luckily, the dusty safehouse was right around the bend. Cass parked outside in his usual sloppy manner, and with his metal arm slung over your sore shoulder, the two of you stumbled inside.

"Alright, sit-" You grunted in exertion, "Right there. I'll grab the medkit." Cassidy collapsed onto the couch, head thrown back in the throes of post-adrenaline-realization. You dashed off, returning near instantaneously, ruby med-kit in hand, and proceeded to settle onto the floor to be in-line with his wound. There was no time to waste, seeing as if this thing got infected it would become a much larger issue. Cass stared down at you through his lashes, watched as you carefully pulled off his armour plating, carefully rolled up his jeans. He hissed through clenched teeth as the reddened edge of the cut hit fresh air.

"Slow down sweet- shit stings more than I thought it would." You obliged, but it's not like you could've kept moving anyway. The bullet had skimmed him at a weird angle, below the knee and not easily accessible. If you'd tried to tug his jeans up further it would probably hurt...

"I think you're gonna have to take your pants off."

"What now?" The instant shock on the cowboy's face was enough to make you double over laughing- and he joined in with that strange chuckle one does when not quite understanding a joke.

Your laughter faded, and you choked out words, "I said you need to take these off," You unrolled the jean leg and pinched it, "I can't get to that cut properly otherwise." You were slightly embarrassed at the words leaving your mouth, but your mind was prioritizing getting this issue dealt with before worrying about strange fantasies. Cass stared down at you, an adorably dumbstruck look plastered on his face, but it was soon replaced with a mild amusement.

"Alright then." His deft fingers moved to unbuckle his belt and the infamous 'BAMF' buckle clinked against itself. "I think 'ure lyin' just to see me half-naked."

"What! You're projecting real hard, Cole." He just chuckled, then shrugged, a wide smile now taking residence on his bearded face. "Stop smiling and take your goddamn pants off!"

"Alright, alright. Yes ma'am." His light eyes flicked to yours with undertones of slight uncertainty, but a sly grin stayed present. It was too infectious- you had to smile back at the stupid man, but, despite all the joking around, you felt an almost teenage nervousness taking hold of your heart.

Cass' belt slid through the loops of his jeans, smoothly, and then clattered to the floor as he discarded it. The button of his jeans came next, popping open with directions from his metal hand, and then his zip slid with a satisfying sound. You realized you were staring, and glanced away, eyes finding perch on some ugly painting you'd never noticed before- Christ it was ugly. Who had thought putting that up was a good idea?

By now Cassidy had shucked off his hat, boots and now stood, kicking off his jeans with all the grace of a three legged dog; he made a low noise through his teeth as the fabric detached from the drying wound. Whilst he was at it he pulled off the armour on his chest, but he treated it with a bit more care than his poor belt. It found perch on the floor, and with that done, he fell back into his comfortable couch position, exhaling in the pleasure of having an un-burdened chest.

He sat now, leaning back with his hands over the back of the couch, in black boxers and a casual undershirt. It's not like you hadn't seen him like this before... You had. Maybe once or twice. But your relationship tended to be relatively professional, relatively business-focused. Whenever, even for the briefest second, it went further, you felt the sharp constrictions of a heart that did not want a 'business relationship'. And that, especially in this economy, was a red flag. A red flag that was on fire and waving around desperately in the desert wind.

His voice pulled you back to reality, "How's it lookin' Doc?"

"Not terrible. Isn't too deep, either." You got up to fetch a little towel from the bathroom, wetted it, and returned to your post. "But it's gonna mess you up for a week or so." The white towel reddened as you brushed it gently over his upper-calf, wetting the tanned skin and blood-speckled hair; your movements were gentle, probably considered by most to be caresses. As you swept directly over the cut he sucked in a harsh breath- but you dared not look up and make eye-contact. You wrapped up the wound after cleaning it thoroughly, round-and-round the bandage went before being tied into a neat little knot. Cass had said barely a word during this process, and, seeing as he usually never shut up, that was rather concerning. Brief, throaty noises of pain were all that came from him; there had never really been a problem of tension between the two of you, but right now, in this odd moment where you lay kneeling on the floor packing up a med-kit in front of a modern-day gunslinger, the air felt thicker than mud. It made you feel something you'd never felt before in this mans presence: self-consciousness. Your kept your eyes to the floor, not looking up once whilst closing the kit- and finally, as you stood and took a fleeting look at your partner, you realized exactly why he was unable to form words.

He was hard.

His entire body was brutally tense. He was no longer slack against the couch but sitting almost completely upright. The only thing giving away his living status was the shallow breathing of his chest. You had no fucking clue what to say or do and, oh god, when he finally met your gaze it felt as though you'd fall right to the ground and pass away. Though, that would be extremely embarrassing, so you avoided it.

You decided to mutter some nonsense, seeing as he was clearly struggling to say anything. "It's... Normal... For that to happen." Was it though? Was it normal to get hard over your friend dressing your painful wound? Probably not.

He cleared his throat, his words coming out strained, "Yeah... I don't-" But he couldn't finish. His head fell, an awkward cringe disappearing with it.

Fucking hell.

You felt a years worth of unrealized fantasy wash over you in a tidal wave; you had to do something, now. Did you want to escalate this thing from a business relationship? You almost laughed at the thought- if this was anything like a business relationship, you wouldn't have been on the floor tending over him like a concerned lover in the first place; he certainly could've dealt with the problem himself. Blood was rushing through your ears and right as Cassidy was about to stand and condemn himself to a torturous bubble of embarrassment- you spoke with stunted words.

"I can help. With that." His face returned from its sullen position, confusion with an edge of shock present on it; his lips moved beneath his beard, attempting to form words, and in this brief silence you were almost overcome with grief at what you'd said. What if it really was normal, and he thought the idea of doing anything with you was preposterous? What if he was chaste as a monk and you had just offended his honour?

"You-" He breathed out a chuckle, finally responding, "You sure 'bout that?"

Relief rushed through you, an antidote to the overthinking, "I'm sure."

Cass looked down, considering something, and returned to your gaze with a newfound intensity. He patted his solid thigh, once, and spoke. "Come on up then, doll."

Fuck it. Everybody's slept with their partner-in-crime-cowboy-friend at least once in their lives.

You were soon straddling the man's thigh; a glint of amusement twinkled in your eyes as his hips shifted, his clothed cock twitching at the two of you making contact. Now inches apart, you slipped your fingers under his shirt and smoothed over the chiseled skin, lust-clouded eyes searching his for approval, and an ocean of it you found. His gaze flicked to your partially-open lips, then back up, then down again, and as your fingers brushed over his needy cock- he pressed his lips against yours with a moan, beard scratching against you in a strangely endearing manner. Images of previous nights alone flashed in your mind, now surrounded by a mocking aura- this could've been yours long ago. You freed him from his confines as his tongue met yours, cock hot and heavy against your palm. Cass' metal hand met your waist whilst the other clenched at the couch, veins flexing at the strain. That was the part of him you loved the most, you thought, his strong hands that treated you and you alone with so much tenderness.

Your own hand begun its motions almost automatically, stroking his throbbing cock at a withheld, teasing pace. Unfortunately, during this, you had to pull from his wild kiss for a gasping breath. His gaze was burning through you, half-lidded and desperate; it was like being in the direct view of a God, a being so important that you felt the urge to dedicate more than you could offer, to offer everything to him. Strings of praises left his pretty lips, 'keep goin', princess' his eyes now screwed up in an almost painful expression of wavering ecstasy. You withdrew your hand from his cock for a millisecond to spit into your palm, and his eyes re-opened to investigate the interruption.

He was so gorgeous you could cry.

The perfect hair, framing the perfect face with the perfect nose, the messy beard and perfectly intense eyes. You pressed against him another chain of brief kisses whilst wrapping your fingers around him, one at a time. On impulse he bucked into them with a shuddering groan that shot right to your core; the look on his pleasure-drunk face was so erotic you truly thought it alone might make you cum. As if hearing your thoughts, he bounced his thigh, a gasp spilling from your lips at the shock of friction against your clit.

You quickened your pace, deft fingers wrapped tight around his cock and moving in quick pumps. Your thumb pressed thickly against the head of his dick, a bead of pre-cum slipping over your fingers as he threw his head back with a indiscernible curse; the pride that filled you over having this strong man come apart at your ministrations was immeasurably sweet, immeasurably tantalizing. You moved closer, pressing against his tanned neck a line of wet kisses, hand pumping his cock desperately fast and forcing from his throat a string of grunts as he grew closer and closer to his peak. More broken words stumbled and fell from his lips, 'jus' like that, keep goin''. He was rutting up into your hand now, apprehension and control gone to the wind; his expression was in the throes of pleasure, eyebrows arched, wet lips parted absently. He met your eyes through his dark lashes, a weak smirk finding perch on his expression; he looked so utterly wrecked by a mere handjob, shaggy hair a complete mess against the couch, and at once it hit you that all those lingering glances and touches were far, far from those of a concerned friends. The thought of him yearning for this, yearning for your touch, made your thighs clench with unreserved arousal; by now your panties were soaked, but not for one second did you think of anything besides Cassidy. You kept moving, hand tugging from the base of his thick cock to the head, and he kissed you again, hard, moaning into your mouth whilst he twitched in your hand. Finally- his firm hips stuttered as he spilled hot cum over your fingers and his own dark shirt. You hummed in approval against his mouth, soon after pulling away for pesky air. Cass meanwhile let his head fall back against the couch, chest heaving against that much-too-tight shirt of his. Feeling rather bold, you raised your hand to your lips as his gaze re-emerged through his lashes and licked his mess from your fingers- his instant response came as a groan and a firm slap against your thigh.

"Can't say that's how I imagined us endin' up in this situation.." He sighed, contently, but tiredly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked, pressing another chain of hot kisses against his neck as he tucked himself back into his boxers.

"Thought maybe I'd rescue you or somethin', have you profess 'ure undying love." He was grinning... But something told you that this was an actual macho fantasy of his.

"Well, there's always next time cowpoke." You rolled off his thigh, settling onto the couch beside him. "How are we gonna explain to everyone that this is how we got together?"

Cass chuckled, mumbling something about the night not being over, and reached over to grab his hat and settle it onto your head. You glanced over, confused- but the look in his eyes said more than any words could.

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froggibus · 1 year

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GIRL HI IDK IF YOUVE HAVE BUT LIKE COLE CASSIDY COWBOY RULE???? 🫶🏽

The Cowboy Rule - Cole Cassidy (NSFW)

Pairing: Cole Cassidy x f! reader

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 2k

Summary: while out for drinks with Cass, you decide to put on his hat without knowing about the cowboy rule

CW: straight filth, alcohol, slight possessiveness? semi-public sex, car sex, switch! Cass, switch!reader, dirty talk, praise, degradation, nipple play, teasing, dry humping, grinding, overstimulation, breeding, pregnancy kink? banter, riding, cowgirl position, pet names (cowboy, cowgirl, baby)

ok so I had to look up what that was but apparently if you take a cowboys hat you have to ride the cowboy?? idek I fell in love with that idea and that’s how this happened 🫶🏼 ive missed you guys a lot so I’m just happy to be back

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Cassidy chugs down the rest of his whiskey, setting the glass back on the wooden bar counter with a thud. He licks the amber liquid off of his lips and flashes you a grin. “Be right back, darlin’.”

You raise an eyebrow but say nothing, waiting until he’s just out of sight before reaching for the cowboy hat he’d taken off an hour earlier. You always wanted to try it on, but the man was practically attached to it and you never had the chance. Until now.

You set the vodka cran you’ve been drinking down on the counter and slowly place it on top of your head. “Call me Cassidy,” you mock his accent, “Cole Cassidy.”

“Now, now, I don’t think I sound like that, do I?”

You almost go white when you hear his voice over your shoulder, but you recover quickly. “No, my voice is a bit deeper.”

“Yeah?” He sits back on his bar stool next to you and orders another whiskey. “Ever heard of the cowboy rule, y/n?”

“The cowboy rule?”

He smiles knowingly at the bartender who sets a glass of whiskey down. “Do you know the cowboy rule?”

The bartender glances at the hat on your head, then at Cole, and flashes you a smirk. “Ah, don’t drag me into this.” He returns to cleaning glasses behind the counter.

You look anywhere but at Cole, choosing instead to look at the wooden support beams around the room. You can feel his whiskey eyes boring into the cowboy hat that rests on your head, but you make no move to look at him until he starts speaking again.

“So the cowboy rule,” he starts, “proclaims that if a woman takes a cowboys hat, she’s gotta ride the cowboy.”

Your face burns at his words and in your shock, you whip your head back to stare at him. “I—what?”

He’s grinning at you, his ears tinged pink. “You heard me, pumpkin.”

You clench your thighs slightly, and you can’t tell if the sudden heat in your stomach is from his words or the alcohol, or maybe a combination of both. He’s handsome, sure, and from the stories you’ve overheard, he knows what he’s doing.

“So if I do ride you,” you start, suppressing giggles at the surprise on his face, “do I get to keep the hat on?”

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

You knock back the rest of your drink and wave the bartender back over to pay for your tab. Cassidy grabs your hand and practically drags you out of the bar.

“Slow down, cowboy, we’re not even home yet.”

“Who said anythin’ about goin’ home?” He clicks the unlock button on his keys just as you approach his old red pickup truck.

He opens the back driver side door and gestures for you to get in.

You raise an eyebrow at him. “In the parking lot?”

“Is that a problem?”

You shake your head and slide back in the seat, reaching up to grab him by his collar and tug him on top of you. He hooks his boot on the door handle and shuts it behind you guys before moving to straddle your waist.

You try to think of something snarky to say but Cassidy shuts you up by pressing his lips to yours. The taste of nicotine and whiskey floods your senses, a slightly sweet tinge to his tongue.

He sucks on your tongue and presses a knee between your legs. You can’t help but thrust your hips up and grind against his thigh, the friction making you whine.

You reach up to grab something to ground yourself, your fingers finding his hair and tangling with the chocolate strands. You give it a tug and he moans into your mouth, pulling away to smirk at you.

“I knew you liked it rough,” he teases.

You roll your eyes at him, “you don’t know the half of it.” You lock your legs around his hips and flip yourself over so that you’re on top of him. “That’s much better.”

You have your legs on either side of his, his bulge rubbing right up against your core. You’re practically gushing, so wet it leaves a dark spot on his jeans. He reaches his hands up your shirt, squeezing your tits through your bra.

“Lord,” he groans, “I’d give you every hat I have if I could see you like this everyday.”

You lean and press a kiss to his lips, “easy cowboy,” you move your lips down to his jaw, “don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

He shivers under your touch, swallowing hard when you move your lips from his jaw to his neck and suck a dark mark into the skin. His calloused fingers dig into your hips, “e-easy now, no teasin’.”

You bounce on his hips slightly, his hard cock grinding on your throbbing clit through your pants. He grunts at the friction and you bite your lip to keep from whining.

His hands travel from your hips and up to your shoulders, lifting up your cowboy hat momentarily to tug your shirt over your head. He places the hat on again and cups your face, before he tugs you down to kiss him again. One of his hands wraps around your back to unclasp your bra. If you weren’t so needy, you’d be impressed.

“So pretty,” he hums, moving his mouth down to kiss the tops of your boobs. He’s gentle, applying just enough pressure for you to feel it.

“D-don’t tease,” you whine.

He pulls back. “Why don’t you use that pretty little mouth for something more useful than complaining?”

He rubs the tips of his index and middle fingers on your lips, slowly pushing them into your mouth. On instinct, you wrap your lips around them and start to suck on them.

“That’s a good girl,” he pets your head before returning to your chest. “Keep at it.”

He slowly kisses down your left side, kissing in a square pattern on the outside of your nipple. His mouth is hot and wet and has you squirming for more. Cass moans when you dig your hips a little too hard into his.

Finally, his hot mouth closes around your nipple and you moan around his fingers. He’s an expert, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply and when to use his teeth and when to go soft. You whine against his fingers, arching your back and thrusting your hips into his.

The friction does little to help the throbbing in your core and only succeeds in making Cass go harder. Finally, you can’t take it anymore.

You let his fingers fall from your mouth and pulls way from him. Cass looks at you with an eyebrow raised, “did I say you could stop?”

You place a hand on his chest and shove him back on the bench so that he’s laying down. “I’ve had about enough of you being in charge,” you grab the hem of his shirt and tug it over his head. “It’s my turn, cowboy.”

You never would have guessed that Cass has a submissive side. Yet, he laid down on his back and let you use him all the same.

You run your hands over his smooth chest, admiring the scars and the way his metal arm seems to meld into his skin perfectly. You plant light kisses across the border of metal and flesh, and Cass sucks in a breath.

Your hands run lower, following his treasure trail to the top button of his jeans. You pop it open easily, making quick work of the zipper and propping yourself up on your knees to tug his pants off. You’re greeted with his hard cock straining against his red boxers, and you drool at the sight of it.

“So worked up for me,” you sigh, running your finger across the outline of his dick.

Cass pants at your touch, especially when you start to trail your fingers across the waistband of his shorts. You slip a finger in and run it across the skin on the inside. You hook another finger inside and finally tug his boxers off.

His cock springs out, hard and veiny, the head red and dripping with pre cum. You grip the base snugly, giggling at the way Cass sighs and throws his head back.

You lick the tip, the salty sweet taste of his precum flooding your mouth. He bucks his hips forwards, trying to force more of his cock into your mouth.

“Not yet, cowboy. You cum inside me or not at all.”

Cass groans at your words, the sheer thought of stuffing you full of his cum and fucking it back into you is almost enough to make him cum. You tug down your bottoms almost too eagerly, your sopping panties practically dripping onto his lap.

You slip your panties off and move so that your entrance is above the head of his cock. “Ready, cowboy?”

“After you, cowgirl.”

You slowly sink onto the head of his cock, your pussy so wet it slides in easily. He’s big enough that the stretch is almost painful, your walls squeezing around him. The two of you moan in tandem as you pause just after his head, trying to adjust.

Cass grabs your hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh. You slide down a few more inches, eyes rolling back in your head at the friction. He bottoms out a few seconds later, your cunt flesh against his balls. Both of you are breathless, Cole’s hands slightly shaking in anticipation.

You move back up his length slowly before going back down, the feeling of his cock stretching your walls almost overwhelming. Your movements are slow at first, hesitant, but as it starts to feel good, you get more confident.

You start to bounce on his cock, your thighs slapping against his with every thrust. Cass helps guide you up and down his cock, desperate for more friction. His hat bounces on your head with every impact, your hair falling in your face.

“S-shit,” he hisses, using his hands to slam you against him, “look so damn fine in my hat.”

You mimic the way he tips his hat, interrupted when he lifts his hips to slam into yours. You can feel your orgasm approaching quickly, heat building in your stomach. Cass continues to lift his hips to meet your movements, moving one of his hands down to your dripping cunt to rub your clit.

The friction is enough to send you over the edge, your orgasm rolling through you. Your muscles give in and you collapse onto his chest, your head hanging over his shoulder. Your walls clench around his cock, and Cassidy makes no move to slow down.

He thrusts into you harder, trying to chase his own finish. “My little cowgirl,” he grunts, “cummin’ all over my cock. Such a naughty little slut.”

You whimper into his neck, feeling another orgasm starting to build up.

“Want me to cum inside you baby?” He coos, “want me to stuff you full of my cum?”

“Y-yes!” You whine, wrapping your arms around him to keep yourself grounded. “Breed me, p-please Cass!”

Your words send him into overdrive, a primal growl ripping through him. He’s thrusting into you impossibly fast now, his balls slamming against your ass with every thrust.

You squeal his name, your own voice sounding far away as you succumb to the pleasure. Cole’s thrusts get sloppier, and then he gives one final, hard thrust before spilling his cum deep inside of you. The warm cum filling you up is enough to bring about your own orgasm, intense shockwaves of pleasure washing through you.

Your vision and hearing black out for a second as you cum, your muscles going rigid and then relaxing. Cassidy holds you to his chest, petting your back and mumbling in your ear while you cum.

When you come to, you’re breathless and laying on top of Cass, his cock still buried inside of you.

“So, cowgirl, did you enjoy the ride?”

#overwatch 2 #overwatch #overwatch x reader #ow2 #overwatch x you #ow #overwatch fic #xreader #smut #cole cassidy smut #cole cassidy x reader #cole cassidy x you #cole cassidy #cowboy x you #cowboy x reader #cowboy

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theres-a-body-here · 2 months

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Overwatch match interactions with a StandUser!reader

The Reader's stand is 「The World」 Characters: Lucio, Cassidy, Tracer, Echo, Reinhardt TW: None

Pregame Lobby

Tracer and Reader, coincidentally in unison: "Time is on my side!"

Tracer, confused: "Huh?"

Reader, thinking: "Hmmm"

Tracer and Reader, in unison again: "Time is on OUR side!"

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Reader, holding in a chuckle: "Lucio, I Iove your music. It sounds even better when time is stopped"

Lucio: "Awww, thanks"

Lucio, slowly realising: "..."

Lucio: "Hey...wait a second"

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Cassidy, curiously: "So uh...(Y/N), how would I go about getting me one of them Stands?"

Reader, nonchalantly: "Well, I got 「The World」 after i was stabbed in the heart with an arrow"

Cassidy, uneasily: "...I think I'll stick to my gun"

~~~~~

Echo, curiously: "How do you breathe when time is stopped"

Reader, caught off guard: "I... Huh..."

Reader, sheepishly: "I've actually never thought of that before. I'm not sure myself"

~~~~~

Reader, exhausted: "Reinhardt, for the last time, no. You can't arm wrestle with 「The World」"

Reinhardt, laughing boisterously: "Come on, my friend. Don't tell me you're worried it'll lose"

Reader, huffing: "Nuh uh"

After Reader uses their Ultimate (Stop Time)

Friendly Tracer, confused: "Hey! Where'd ya go?"

Enemy Tracer, giggling to herself: "Looks like (Y/N) is near"

~~~~~

Friendly Lucio, excited: "Oh man! He did the thing!"

Enemy Lucio, uneasily: "Wha...What just happened?"

~~~~~

Friendly Cassidy, under his breath: "There he goes again"

Enemy Cassidy, cautious: "He's close, I can feel it"

~~~~~

Friendly Echo, in awe: "Fascinating..."

Enemy Echo, in her team comms: "My systems have detected an anomaly in time, be wary"

~~~~~

Friendly Reinhardt, shudders: "I don't think I'll ever get used to that"

Enemy Reinhardt, confused: "When...did he?"

They eliminate enemy Reader

Lucio, teasingly: "World stop... Carry on"

~~~~~

Cassidy, teasing: "Maybe ya weren't so worthy after all"

~~~~~

Tracer, giggling: "I guess even time plays favorites"

~~~~~

Echo, prideful: "Temporal equilibrium restored!"

~~~~~

Reinhardt, boasting: "No Stand required"

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of-dragonss · 1 year

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Have you done Cole Cassidy jealousy headcanons? If not, could you do it, please? Thank you^^

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here you go!! 🖤

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Cole Cassidy x Reader

Cole Cassidy and Jealousy

If you met Cole during his time in the Deadlock gang when he was younger his jealousy is far more worse during his younger years as a trouble maker. He’ll pick fights with anyone that dares even look at you in a flirty matter. Ashe would encourage him to fight whoever sees you in a romantic light if she’s bored enough.

During his time in Blackwatch his jealousy dies down since he’s maturing. And because Reyes would straighten him out if he went out of line on someone he didn’t like simply because they threw you one pick up line. But there’s not very much interaction with anyone outside of Overwatch and Blackwatch for him to get that jealous over since you’re always around him and the rest of the team.

Now that’s youre both older, Cole makes it very known that he’s your boyfriend to everyone around you. Always having a hand on you, constantly flirting with you and so on. PDA is also common from brief pecks on the lips, forehead and cheeks.

He rarely ever gets jealous now because he knows you won’t ever do anything to betray his trust.

He doesn’t feel anything when you interact with other overwatch agents. They’re your friends and they’re his. Any physical touch that’s exchanged between you and Tracer isn’t anything to worry about. And neither is your banter with Genji. He always joins in.

Now when it’s someone he isn’t familiar with he’ll get that little green demon on his shoulder.

Say you two are at the bar, he goes to the bathroom and comes back to see you sitting uncomfortably in your chair with some stranger sitting in the seat that’s supposed to be his, throwing pickup lines your way that you aren’t reacting to.

He’ll see green for a flash of a second. But he’ll compose himself for your sake and saunter over, throwing and arm over your shoulder, and planting a kiss on your lips. Then he’ll turn to the person that’s stolen his spot at the bar and give him a glare. “This one botherin’ you, sweetheart?”

It’s a rhetorical question of course, he’s already getting between the two of you after he pulled your chair farther away from the perpetrator.

“Now you best be leaving, they’re already spoken for.” He won’t threaten with violence like he used to when he was younger. It’s a simple warning that gets the message across thankfully. Once the person leaves with a huff and a crude insult thrown your way they hop off and leave.

He sits back down and pecks your cheek and gives you a smile before going back to whatever conversation the two of you were having before he left. Maybe you’ll tease him for being jealous but he’ll brush it off saying something like “Just want to make sure you’re comfortable, is all.” Yeah he was a little jealous. Don’t let his gentleman tough guy act fool you.

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l0serloki · 1 year

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bro i’m not even gonna anon idc, can i ask nicely, kindly (only if you want to ofc) for cassidy being jealous?

tysm <3

Jealous OW Character HCs

(Cassidy, Moira, Kiriko, Hanzo)

CW : GN!Reader, mentions of anxiety (Kiriko), Hanzo with some control issues (not overbearing though, dw)...

A/N : SAY LESS!!! I got you ;^)

Cassidy :

I feel like he won’t outright admit it but you can definitely tell

“I ain’t even jealous. Don’t got a single jealous bone in my body.” (He proceeds to glare at the man who just talked to you)

He gets pretty handsy when he’s jealous and will butt into the conversation you’re having

“Yeah.. Well I need Y/N! Do ya mind?” (They better not mind if they don’t want a fight)

He drags you off and just talks about random stuff to fill the awkward silence. He does NOT wanna talk about it.

“You were jealous.” “Nah. You can kiss me to make up for it though.” “I swear to god Cass-”

Just kiss him and make him feel special LMAO

The new recruit kept going on and on with praises and thank yous for saving his life. You waved them off, saying it was just all part of the job. You could tell he was a little awestruck, still being new to the job. You had been kind enough but he was getting a little annoying. Thankfully your hero in shining cowboy boots was here for the rescue.

“Do ya’ mind? I need to take Y/N. Mission talk and all that.” Cassidy raises an eyebrow at the guy, waiting for a response. The kid puts his hands up in defeat and murmurs a no. Cass just hummed in acceptance, hand gripping at your wrist. You could only grin when you saw the red flush of his face, pulling you out of the room.

As soon as you were out of hearing distance, you began teasing the man.

“Is someone embarrassed and jealous? Think some recruit is gonna beat my love for you?” You rubbed circles in his hand as he scoffed in denial.

“Nah, I’m always better. And I am not embarrassed! Or jealous for that matter! Now.. Give me a kiss. I love ya’ too!”

Moira :

My gal’s a MENACE

“Oh.. Is this your.. Friend?” She looks them up and down and gives them the most disgusted look.

You have to smack her in the side to behave and she just rolls her eyes

“I was just trying to make conversation, dear.”

The person walks away and Moira just continues to ask questions about them, moreso concerned as to why you would talk to them.

“Baby, I’m not some god-” “You could be though.” “For the last time I’m not doing that experiment!”

One of Moira’s lab assistants had brought her younger sister in for the day. You had done whatever you could to appease her curiosity and keep her entertained while the other two were off doing lord knows what.

“So then you-”

“Who.. is this? A friend of some sort?” Moira’s voice boomed from behind you, making you jump.

“Moi! You about scared me to death. This is your assistant's sister. She was just visiting the lab.” You explained and the woman nodded.

“Yes, well, dear girl, your sister is already on her way to the car. You best be off.” Her demanding presence made the other girl quake, practically booking it.

Your girlfriend turned to go brew herself a coffee, letting out an awkward cough.

“You are worth more than just being a measly tour guide, you know. You should’ve told me that little mouse was on the premises.”

You could only roll your eyes at her protectiveness, sighing.

“Moira, there’s no need for that. She was kind! I am not THAT special.”

“Then you do not perceive what I do, dear.” Her genuine smile lit up your heart, leaning in to give her a kiss.

Kiriko :

She’s not THAT jealous but you can tell she’s a little put off

She acts normal and nice but the second they walk away she’s gonna be all over you

“Kir, not here.” “Oh please, they need to know their place.” (Sly bastard)

She definitely won’t let the two of you move until she gets a bunch of kisses ;^)

“See, it was that simple babe!”

The festival was packed and you shuffled between the people in search of your girlfriend. You felt the anxiety wavering at your body, pulling off to the side.

“Oh dear, are you alright? Can I get you a drink?” A younger woman at the stall next to you questioned, her eyes softening. You nodded at the generosity, thanking her as she passed you some water.

“Y/N! Oh, Y/N! I thought I lost you there. Are you alright?” Kiriko had pushed the woman out of the way, checking to see if you were okay. You nodded and sent an apologetic glance to the other woman. She just shrugged and smiled, continuing to selling her vendor foods.

Kiriko’s eyes gazed between the two of you and shook her head, hands rubbing up and down your arms. You could tell she was a little offput by the woman, hands gripping at you a bit tighter than usual.

“Iko, why don’t we go home?” You whispered and she nodded, lips melting to your cheek.

“Anything my little troublemaker wants.”

Hanzo :

“I do not get jealous, you belong to me.”

He tells himself that and then five minutes later you find the other guy with a black eye

“I know you beat him up.” “You are losing it.”

I feel like Hanzo has a lot of control issues, not in an obsessive way, he just really doesn’t want to lose you. He will do whatever it takes to keep you safe!

Just have a conversation with him in bed, he’ll admit to it while he’s tired. Otherwise, good luck getting it out of him!

“I don’t know what you mean.” Hanzo’s gruff voice lilted in denial, face scrunched in anger. You could only snort, hand rubbing against his bicep. The whole night he had refused to admit that he was jealous. You were having a casual conversation with Cassidy when he had gotten back from his mission, waiting in the corner for you to be finished. Truth be told, it was more like pouting in the corner from lack of attention. Usually when he had got off the jet you were waiting like a puppy to pounce on him - but not this time!

“You just wanted attention and were jealous of Cass!” You teased at him again and he rolled over, back facing you in the bed. Running your hand across his torso, you snuggled into the taut muscles.

“I don't need attention. I was not jealous.. Just.. Waiting for you to be done.” He murmured, voice tired with defeat. You only hummed, smirk getting wider.

“Whatever you say, Hanzo.”

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