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Omfg you’re bully!Gabriel had me weak in the knees!!! Please make a second part! I’d very much appreciate it!!!

hnng after writing these college au prompts i am actually convinced this is peak content//fem!reader in this one homies

The semester had started just a few weeks ago but you dove headfirst into your studies like a madman. Carefully studying your textbook and making notes for chapters well in advance, this was the part of your studies that invigorated you the most. You truly enjoyed the material and what would seem like a chore to anyone else was an odd thrill to you. Not only that, but studying was enriching and you hoped your future would benefit from your dedication to your field. Still, you missed socializing with your friends.

In fact, since your encounter with Gabe, you had become a recluse. The last thing you wanted was to chance another run-in with him. It must’ve gotten him off knowing he had such an effect on you, but you didn’t care to indulge him any further than that. So, you continued your studies but never stayed on campus long enough to fraternize with anyone. After class, you went straight to the comfort of your dorm, where you were sure to be safe.

Your dorm mate, Angela, was your only source of interaction. The two of you got along well, both hardworking students. You understood each other, it had been a blessing that she was assigned as your roommate. And she was happy to be your shoulder to lean on while you were keeping to yourself, allowing you to rant about your courses and professors as you pleased. But to your dismay, Angela had grown concerned for you. Obviously you had undergone a change of some kind, one that was affecting you for the worse.

“You know,” she chided, “I can’t be your only source of comfort. I love you, honey, but what’s going on with you?”

You sighed, not wanted to go through the stress of explaining anything to her, “I just…I don’t know. College, I guess.”

“My God, you’re a terrible liar,” she scoffed, “Am I going to have to mother you like this the whole semester?”

“I mean…” you rolled onto your back, looking up at her from your mattress, “am I so needy that I’m becoming a nuisance?”

Angela giggled and sat against your mattress on the floor, meeting your eyes with her icy blues, “I’m just worried. We should go out sometime together. You know, somewhere that’s not here.”

You shrugged, “Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. But I have some exams coming up that I have to study for…”

She cut you off, “You’ve been studying for those exams for weeks. Come on, it’s Halloween season, you know. Ana is hosting a costume party and I’m just dying to go, I have the cutest angel outfit, wanna see?”

“Jesus, it’s almost November, and then December. Angela, before we know it, the semester’s over!” you propped yourself up on your elbows, “Ugh. Whatever. I kinda wanna see your costume, though. What’re you going for, like a Victoria’s Secret vibe or like Catholic school stage play angel?”

“That’s the best part,” she jumped up, headed for the closet, “it’s both!”

Seeing her so excited made you match her energy. It had been some time since you dressed up for Halloween. And you’d never been to a costume party before, let alone a college party. It sounded like great fun.

Angela emerged from the closet, glowing brightly from the sequins of her white dress. She looked radiant, the corset of the dress fit snuggly around her waist and the short skirt puffed around her hips. It seemed like the dress had been made for her. She flashed you a beaming smile, “What do you think? Isn’t it cute? Oh, you have to come to the party. We should have matching costumes!”

You were never as giddy as when you were with Angela. She brought out the girly side of you that laid dorment whenever you were enveloped in your coursework. You stood up and fiddled with the wings attached to her back, “It’s so cute on you, Angie, but I couldn’t pull something like that off. Plus, it suits you better.”

She pushed your hand away and began to take the wings off of her, “Try it, at least. See if you like it.”

The pajamas you had on would certainly look silly with the wings, you thought, but she insisted. The elastic bands pulled at your shoulders and chaffed your skin. You examined yourself in the mirror, clearly uncomfortable.

“Seriously, Angie, you’re much more the angel type,” you started, already taking off the wings, “I don’t know. I think I’d like to go to the party, but I have no idea what I’d go as.”

She hummed inquisitively, examining you like the fairy godmother of your dreams, “They have those Halloween stores this time of year. Why don’t we shop around today, get you ready for the party. It’s not until the weekend anyways, plenty of time to get you dolled up.”

You agreed, no longer hesitant and finally ready to leave your books and pajamas behind. The two of you set off to a large strip mall just outside campus that had been decorated to theme. Purple and orange garlands framed the stores and pumpkins littered the ground with the vibrant fall leaves. Angela led you by the hand to a large department store full of costumes. Witches, clowns, a bloody nurse, a zombie maid, and a very tempting banana suit. But none of them seemed to appeal to you.

“Oh my gosh, this is perfect for you!” Angela almost squealed in excitement.

“What is it?” you asked, discarding a pirate wench’s corset dress.

She lifted up a plaid, pleated skirt shorter than your own underwear, “Slutty schoolgirl, what do you think? I mean, it’s basically what you wear everyday. Just slut-ified.”

“Great…” you groaned, turning away from her and averting your attention to a werewolf mask on the make up shelf next to you.

It had masks and palettes with artificial blood. Strange to think people willingly put that stuff on their face. Lord knows what was in those things. The palettes were cheap and certainly weren’t made from the highest quality face products. You could already feel your skin breaking out just by being in proximity to them.

“Oh,” you heard Angela raise her voice behind you, “what’s this?”

She picked up some sort of pencil, it looked like an eyebrow pencil but the tip was a much darker black than what you had seen. She looked at the pencil, then at you, then the pencil again. Her brain was brewing up an idea that you weren’t sure you were going to like.

“You know, there is a universal Halloween costume that I know you will like,” she began, “something so basic but so cute that you can’t possibly say no to it!”

You were not sure where she was getting this newfound confidence from, but she had your attention by the way she was selling her idea. “And that is?” you asked.

“A black cat!” she opened her mouth in feigned shock, “My goodness, what an idea! And I could be a witch! Oh, that’d be so adorable! Oh, let’s do it!”

“What about your angel costume?” you asked.

“Oh, well. I mean, I just had to buy the wings, I already had that dress from my sweet sixteen. Or was it prom? Can’t remember,” she shrugged, “Come on, let’s pick out a witch costume and see what else they have for you, my kitty.”

Angela was already getting into character, there was certainly no swaying her now. Besides, going as a cat wasn’t so bad. She was right, it would be cute couple’s costume. You sighed, “Alright, let’s go.”

You felt like an actual pet being led by Angela as she scoured the aisles looking for accessories for the both of you. In the end, she decided on some fluffy cat ears that tied around your own, a thin choker attached to a leash and a flattering black skin suit fitted with a fuzzy tail. For herself, she found a short witch’s dress with matching gloves, a hat, and a wooden broom, of course. Both of you went into the fitting rooms to try on your outfits. Your suit hugged your curves and complimented the shape of your body. The leash, in your humble opinion, was a little much for you, but Angela insisted upon it. You were surprised with the quality of the costume and were content to wear it for the party. Angela was too, happily praising her own styling intuition. It was beginning to darken outside and the two of you headed back to your dorm after a successful day of shopping.

——

Your days were starting to look brighter. There was something to look forward to and because of the busy fall season, you were able to keep to yourself. Angela wasn’t pestering you about leaving the dorm and your anxieties about Gabe were getting weaker by the day. If this was becoming your new norm, it wasn’t so bad.

The party came sooner than expected and you were nervous as ever the day of. To you knowledge, only Angela and a couple of people you knew would be in attendance. Ana was an acquaintance, you had seen her at the library cafe from time to time and waved to her, but the two of you had completely different majors. She was close to Angela, but you didn’t know much else about her.

Angela said there would be boys too, much to your dismay. There were two suitors of hers she was anticipating to meet. One of which was Genji. You shared your comp sci class with him and he was a good guy as far as you were concerned. He was cute and seemed like a good fit for her. Then there was Jack. You’d seen him with Gabe, and that was as much information as you needed to know about him. He seemed cocky, probably only wanted Angela for her looks, something to show off at parties. You told her you much preferred Genji, and she agreed.

“But men have to earn you,” she said, “or else it’s too easy for them. It’s like playing tug of war with a puppy. You know you’re going to win, but it’s no fun for them that way.”

“Um,” you started reluctantly, “I don’t know if that’s true at all.”

“Oh, what do you know about boys, you’re still a virgin!” she giggled at herself and your cheeks burned red.

“Whatever…” you replied, “how big is this party going to be? I might have to cling to you.”

“Oh, you’ll definitely have to cling to me. Why do you think I insisted on matching?” she said, patting her face with blush.

“You’re okay with me being so clingy?” you asked.

“I’m well used to it by now,” she smiled at you, brushing her hair.

“I’m not usually like this, you know,” you started, “it’s just been so weird lately.”

“Dont worry about it. If you need me, I’ll be here. Let’s just enjoy our time tonight, yea?” her words soothed you and the two of you agreed to ride whatever wave of emotion you were on until it subsided. You weren’t sure where you would be without Angela holding your hand through this. Her words about you being a virgin reminded you again of Gabe and you wondered if he would show his face at the party. Jack was going, sure, but probably only to met Angela there. Gabe definitely didn’t seem the type to go to a costume party and you doubted he even knew Ana or Angela very well if at all. You deserved some time away from all the drama and stress of college, you thought. This was the perfect opportunity to decompress and allow yourself some fun.

Once the two of you were dressed and made up, you eagerly drove out to Ana’s house in the suburbs. It was festive, the lawn was decorated with skeletons, bones, tombstones, and a blown-up haunted house gated the entrance. Ana was waiting outside, dressed like a pirate with a fake parrot over her shoulder. Her smile was inviting and she welcomed you with open arms.

“Argh mateys,” she mustered her best pirate voice, though it wasn’t very convincing, “are ye ready to party?”

“What is wrong with you?” Angela scoffed, “That voice is painful.”

“Fine, but you can’t tell me this isn’t the best pirate costume you have ever seen,” Ana retorted. It really was, you had to admit. The neutral leathers of her belt complimented her white blouse and flowing pants.

“The boots are a nice touch, with the heels and all,” you complimented her with a smile.

“Don’t entertain her,” Angela chided, “it’ll go right to her head.”

“Not as fast as the rum will,” Ana opened the door to her house and gestures for the two of you to come inside.

The interior was just as festive. It was illuminated by purple string lights and tv screens playing old horror movies you didn’t recognize. Bottles of liquor and fruit juice lined the kitchen along with bowls of snacks and candy. You were tempted to drift away from Angela that instant, but she pulled you by the hand to a crowd of people on the couch.

There was Genji. Dressed as a flashing neon green power ranger, smiling from ear to ear and looking directly at Angela. He was like a fool in love, it was sweet to witness. With him was another man who looked a couple years older than him, same black hair but longer and tied back. He wore a beautiful black suit, Men in Black, maybe? There was no obvious indication of what his costume was. Across the boys were two girls, one with a high ponytail in a graceful ballet dress and another with a striking duo-toned black and white updo that flattered her pained green skin. Bride of Frankenstein, easily the best costume you’d seen yet. You didn’t recognize any of them, but Angela was quick to introduce you.

“Scoot over, Genji. Make some room for us,” Angela patted the spot next to her and you sat, “Have you met Hanzo before? He’s Genji’s brother.”

Hanzo gave you a curt nod, said something to Genji, and returned his attention to his drink. You met the attention of the girl in the ponytail across from him.

“Hi,” you extended a hand, “I don’t think we’ve met, what’s your-“

“Amelie,” she replied before you finished, her tongue was sweet and smooth as silk, “This is my friend, Olivia.”

“Friends, are we?” she laughed, looked at you, “nice to meet you, heard a lot about you.”

“Me?” you asked puzzled.

“Uh-huh,” she rose from her seat, “excuse me, there’s someone I have to met.”

Something about her tone left you feeling uneasy, like there was some nefarious plan you weren’t left privy to. But Angela kept you from thinking any further into it, offering you a bottle of beer.

“No thanks,” you said, “I don’t know if we should be drinking tonight.”

Her and Genji laughed, “You’re at a party, honey,” she wrapped your fingers around the bottle, “live a little, yea?”

And you did. Although Hanzo seemed stone cold, he loosened up with a few drinks and was eager to chat with you and the group. He told you stories of his childhood with Genji in Japan. There was a lot to learn from him and Genji often interrupted his brother before he was about to say something extremely embarrassing. You and Amelie bonded over a few drinks, both of you being impartial to beer, she offered you mixed fruit drinks instead. She had you giggling like a school girl as she played with your costume.

“I wanted to be cat woman,” she explain, “but didn’t have the time to prepare a proper costume. You look exquisite.”

It made you blush, though it was hardly noticeable through your drunken red face, “I think you would’ve made a great cat woman. You’re a beautiful ballerina.”

She cackled, very amused at your joke. You didn’t quite understand what was so funny, but you gave a light chuckle to entertain her, “Look at you, you’re laughing and yet you have no idea why.”

You weren’t sure if she was mocking you or genuinely thought you were endearing, “Sorry, maybe it’s the alcohol.”

“Well, you two are really enjoying each other’s company!” Angela remarked, “Wanna go outside for a bit? I have to touch up my makeup, the heat in here is unbearable.”

“Sure,” you replied, you weren’t sure what she had in mind, but she came to the party with a plan and you intended to help her, “Amelie? Want to join us?”

The three of you took your leave and left the two brothers behind. You followed Angela to the back of the house with Amelie in tow. It was much quieter and intimate, a nice relief from the crowded party.

“Ugh, I’m starting to drink too much,” Angela bemoaned, taking a breath of the fresh air, “if Jack doesn’t come soon I might just fall asleep in Genji’s arms.”

“Jesus, Angela,” you reprimanded her, “why even bother with Jack? You’re playing those two boys.”

“I admire you, Angela,” Amelie said and turned to you, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder, “those two boys need something to play with or they tire quickly. You’re too innocent, dear. These are just the ways of a masterful seductress.”

The two girls laughed among themselves. You sighed, “Not you too, Amelie. This is just cruel. Genji is so sweet, he really brings out the best in you. And Jack…he’s so upity.”

“Why don’t you just take Genji for yourself, then,” Amelie suggested.

“What? No way, he’s not even into me. I’m not into him, either. But him and Angela really make a cute couple,” you said, looking to Angela. She seemed to be eating up the conversation with a satisfied grin.

“Oh? What are you into, then? Not the nerdy type…maybe the jocks? Oh, don’t tell me, you’re into Jack, aren’t you?” Amelie was being obviously playful, but you weren’t sober enough to detect it.

“No! You know there are more boy on this planet than Genji and Jack, right? Ugh, never,” you leaned against the wall, arms folded.

“Okay, let’s see. What about Hanzo? He’s handsome,” she remarked.

“I don’t know, I don’t really like to think about boys like that. I’m way too busy with school,” you said, fiddling with the leash that dangled onto your chest.

“I think you’re getting somewhere Amelie!” Angela was engrossed, hanging on the every word.

“Maybe not Hanzo. Then who else can I think of. Oh, of course! You go to the same school as Gabriel Reyes, don’t you?,” she spoke intently, closely examining your face.

At the sound of his name you couldn’t help the way your body responded. You froze, almost shuddered, and you legs involuntarily squeezed together. The heat in your face was almost unbearable, “What? Why would you even bring him up?”

Amelie chuckled and coiled a finger around the ends of her ponytail, “Just curious. He’s the biggest name at your university besides Jack, thought you might know him.”

“I don’t,” you practically snapped, like a cornered dog, “I’m sorry.”

Your own reaction stunned you once you directed the rude reply at Amelie. You had only met her just a bit ago and were projecting whatever conflicting feelings you had about Gabriel Reyes onto her. It was embarrassing. You didn’t dare look at either of the girls as you excused yourself back into the party.

It had grown louder since you first arrived. Something had changed the mood, everyone was jumping energetically to the music with alcohol in hand. You tried to make your way to something familiar, but you were lost in the sea of people. Navigating through the house seemed impossible, but you managed to stumble your way into the kitchen, holding an empty red cup close to your chest.

“Hey,” you heard a familiar voice faintly next to you. Turning your head, you noticed Olivia trying to get your attention, “You’re Angela’s friend, right?”

You nodded. She smiled, “You’re not with her?”

You just shook your head. Olivia offered you her hand, “Wanna chill?”

The two of you made you way through the crowd and up the stairs. Most of the party was below you now and Olivia took you into what you presumed to be an office of some sort. There was a computer desk across from a leather couch, occupied by a rugged man dressed as a cowboy and none other than Jack Morrison dressed as…himself, presumably.

“What in hell took you so long?” the cowboy spoke with a deep southern accent, “I was nearly about to blow my damn brains out.”

“Shut it, hillbilly,” Jack retorted, “don’t you see Olivia brought a guest.”

The sound of his voice was jarring but you followed Olivia into the room and sat among the men.

“Certainly, and what a lovely lady you are,” the cowboy extended his hand and you placed one on top of his. To your surprised, he rose your hand to his lips and gave a gentle kiss, “Name’s Cassidy.”

You blushed, unsure what to make of the man or the situation unfolding before you, “Nice to meet you.”

The door crashed open, Ana stood in the frame and raised a six-pack of beer, “Hello, old friends,” she smiled at you, “and a plus one! Perfect, a beer for each of us!”

You counted five people, including yourself. Ana handed you a beer and you held it against your chest, unsure of when or where your red cup had been discarded.

“Where the man of the hour?” Jack asked, opening his beer.

“He’ll be here shortly,” Ana turned to you, “do you need help opening that?”

“Oh, sure,” you shyly replied, not really wanting anymore to drink but perhaps if you just wet your lips…

“Don’t tell me your drinking without me,” you heard a voice speak from the open door. You froze.

“Well, shit,” Cassidy chuckled, “get yer ass in here, Reyes, I’m workin’ up a thirst sittin’ next to this jackass.”

Fuck. You wanted to jump up and run away into Angela’s arms. But something kept you in place, staring down at the beer in your hand. Your costume was beginning to feel all too revealing in front of the man you had been trying to avoid for weeks.

“Here, you can have my seat,” Olivia spoke, sitting up from next to you.

“What a doll,” with all of his weight, he plopped down next to you, making you jump.

You looked away, thumb playing with the lip of the beer bottle and eyes fixed at the hallway outside. Even when you weren’t looking at him, you could feel him staring into you.

“Yo,” he snapped a finger at you and you turned towards the sound. You couldn’t believe your eyes at first. He had really outdone himself, face painting like that of a skeleton. The hollows of his cheeks were black, same for the rest of the areas not painted white. You stared at him like a deer in headlights, “what the hell is a prude like you doing here?”

You blushed and took a breath. Before you could reply, Cassidy spoke up for you, “Shit, if she’s a prude wearing that little number, I’d like to see what the less modest ladies are wearing.”

He and Gabriel shared a hearty laugh and Ana rolled her eyes, “Now that you’re here, Gabe,” she started, “let’s have a little toast.”

Jack rose up, holding his beer out in the air, “To good company,” he looked down as Cassidy, who was beginning to light a smoke, “on second thought, to debauchery.”

Gabe laughed, shaking the couch, “That’s something I can drink to.”

And with that, everyone took a drink from their beer. You took a small sip while Gabe downed half of his in one go. It felt wrong, sitting next to him here and enjoying a beer as if nothing had happened between the two of you. And Cassidy’s comments weren’t helping you feel any more comfortable with the situation.

“Thank you for letting me drink with you guys,” you spoke shyly, “but I should really get back to Angela and see if she’s okay.”

Before you could move, Gabe put his arm around your shoulders and kept you in place with a strong grip. Your eyes met his and you couldn’t hide your anxiety any longer. He could undoubtably see what he was doing to you, a smile growing on his face, “Don’t be rude. Finish your drink.”

“Wait a minute, Gabe,” Jack interrupted, “you said you were going to find Angela?”

You nodded. Jack might be your saving grace yet.

“Let’s go. I’ve been meaning to find her all night,” Jack said, lifting himself from his seat.

“Fine,” Gabe relented, “I’ll go with you.”

“Looks like it’s just the three of us, ladies,” Cassidy sent Ana a sultry smile, to which she responded with a slap to the back of his head.

Jack began out the door, motioning with his hand for you to join, you and Gabe followed him to the party downstairs. The party was still going hard, it seemed, as the floor shook with the feet of the dancing partygoers. You searched for any sight of Angela’s blonde hair or her witch hat. It didn’t seem like she had returned to the party.

“Where did you leave her?” Jack asked, almost screaming to cut through the noise of music and guests.

“We were outside,” you explain, matching his volume, “come on, I’ll show you.”

“Fine,” he said, lowering his voice. You made your way through the party guests and opened a sliding glass door that led to the backyard. Sure enough, there was Amelie leaning against the wall and scrolling through her phone.

Before you could ask her where Angela went, Gabe greeted her, “Wow, Amelie, you’re really enjoying this party, huh?”

She put her phone in a clutch bag and turned her attention to your company, “Well, I was wondering when you would show up. Looks like you found yourself a little pet, too.”

You blushed when she smiled at you, you were really regretting going along with this costume. You cleared your throat, trying to get back on topic, “Do you know where Angela went?”

Gabe tugged lightly at the leash dangling from your collar and you looked up at him, “Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt adults when they’re speaking?”

Amelie laughed and you slapped his hand. Jack was growing ever impatient and spoke, “I didn’t come to this party to watch your fucking foreplay. Where’s Angela?”

“Her and Genji went to the basement,” Amelie replied, “with his brother or something. Probably playing pool. Might be caught up in some other things, though…”

When her voice trailed off, Jack made a bee line into the house and disappeared into the party. You started to follow him before Gabe pulled you back.

“What’re you doing?” you asked, frustration obvious in your voice and he seemed all too amused to hear it.

“You’ve been drinking like a damn sailor,” he said, “I can smell it when you talk.”

“Oh, please, Gabe,” Amelie chimed in, “cut her a break. Heaven knows the last time you’ve had this much fun, right?”

You weren’t sure if she was referring to you or Gabe but whatever fun you had at the start of the evening was beginning to fade fast.

“I just want to find Angela and go home,” you confessed, “it’s getting late.”

“You know she’s been waiting for Jack all night, there’s no way she intends to go home just yet,” Amelie reminded you, walking towards you and Gabe. She put a hand on your shoulder and said, “I suggest you make the most of your time here.”

“I’m just going to follow Jack, then,” you said, hoping they would let you go, but you should’ve known better.

“She really is rude, you know,” Amelie said, patting your shoulder before making her leave. When she opened the door, she turned to chide you again before leaving, “Be a good girl, now.”

You looked up at Gabe, that same feeling in your stomach you felt in the locker room came back again and you were suddenly reminded of what you had been hoping to avoid. How could you feel so alone and vulnerable in a house full of people? It didn’t make much sense, but your heart raced and you hushed the urge to cry. His face was concealed through the paint, even the line of his lips was difficult to make out. Still, he stared down at you with his hand still holding your arm. Your face burned hot again knowing how tight your costume was against your body, it was suffocating when his eyes trailed downward.

“Cassidy was right,” he began, “for a prude, you’re really dressed like a slut.”

You tried to wiggled you arm away from him, but he tightened his grip. Annoyed and anxious, you spoke, “Stop it, Gabe. I don’t want anything to do with you, and if you don’t like me so much then maybe we should just leave each other alone.”

His eyes met yours, rich ebony that bended against the outline of his pupils. They kept you frozen in place, like the stilling darkness of a bottomless abyss. No light reflected through them.

“And yet here you are,” he said after a brief pause, “Little miss perfect, drunk, at a party, dressed like she’s looking for a good fuck that’ll leave her senseless. What a sight you are.”

“Shut up!” your voice cracked and your words couldn’t reach the volume you had hope, “I didn’t even want to dress up like this, Angela picked it out for me. We’re matching! She’s a fucking witch and I’m her cat familiar, asshole!”

“Jesus Christ,” he rubbed his temples, “you’re such a fucking dork, you know that? Can’t believe I-“

He paused suddenly and looked down at you again, eyes trailing down your body. His stare perverse and he licked his lips in sick anticipation like a hungry wolf, “What am I saying…look at you. If only you’d shut that pretty mouth of yours, you might be the finest piece of ass I’ve ever seen. Hell, you even give some good head.”

“What the hell?!” you spoke up in an attempt to stop any discussion of what had happened in the locker room, “You’re sick, for real. There’s something actually wrong with you!”

He chuckled, “Come on, don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself. Poor thing, you never did get off. Maybe we should finish what we started…”

You crossed your arms in defiance and tightened your jaw in an effort to conceal your frustration. Truthfully, you wanted to slap him in the face for being such an insulting, patronizing, annoying creep. But you didn’t want the confrontation. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of ruining your night.

“You’re nothing but trouble, Gabe,” you huffed, “maybe you should stop following me around like a puppy and just pretend like nothing ever happened because I am not at all interested in playing your sick little games.”

He clenched his jaw and turned away from you, a sly smile growing on his face. The muscles in his arms flexed through his hoodie, clearly what you had said cut through him. You didn’t regret it, what you said was true. He’s bad news.

Gabe turned to catch a glimpse of you. In that moment, you thought you could see right through him, piercing through whatever barrier that concealed his true nature from everyone that know him but you. He liked to play with your emotions, to dwindle down your strength and take control of the situation. But now the tables had been turned in your favor. It had stunned you, to think you could disarm him like this. And the atmosphere was tense, silent and still for a while.

It wasn’t long after that he regain his composure, straightening his posture and bridging the gap between the two of you, “What do you want, huh? Want some desperate boy to feed your fucking ego? Always talking about how I don’t like you, like you want me kiss your ass and tell you whatever bullshit you want to hear, is that it?”

He laughed and his chest rose heavily. Staring up at him, you remained aloof, “I thought we were friends once, Gabe. Then you changed your tone quick. You’re mean, actually, you’re cruel.”

His arms suddenly gripped onto yours and he forced you to back up against the wall with nothing more than a squeal of defiance from you. He moved a hand from your arm to hold your face, smearing whatever black makeup that it touched. You felt that same paralyzing fear you had felt before. He crashed his lips against yours and you denied him any sort of entrance to your tongue. This didn’t satisfy him, his hand went to grip your throat and the tight squeeze caused you to open your mouth in an attempt to breath. He took the opportunity to lace his tongue between yours, and a tear rolled down your cheek. It was sickeningly intimate, like the reunion of two passionate lovers. And you were anything but.

Your hands wrapped around his wrist, pulling and tugging to release their grip but it was futile. He didn’t move a muscle as he continued to assault your tongue with his own, both your lips wetting with each other’s saliva. It disgusted you. But why did you hips stutter when he sucked on your tongue and why did your fingers squeeze around his wrist in reaction to the burning feeling in your core? Why did he have to be so perverse, so debauched in his thoughts of you yet still lure you in with his hoarse voice and beautiful visage. It was as if he were the devil himself and you a victim of temptation.

When he pulled away from you, it was sudden. A string of spit connected the two of you for a moment, breaking once Gabe stood at full height. He towered over you, a shadow of a man eclipsing the moon. You wiped your mouth, surely smudging your makeup and drawn whiskers while doing so.

“What a waste of time,” Gabe spoke, “trying to talk sense into is like talking to a wall. Just as dull, too.”

“You’re vulgar,” you spat through heavy breaths.

“You’re in denial,” he scoffed, wiping his lips with a swipe of his thumb.

“You ruined my makeup,” you almost shouted.

“Yeah?” he chuckled, “Wouldn’t mind ruining the rest of you while we’re at it.”

“Gabe,” you felt him staring intently at you like a bloodhound, “let’s just go back to the party.”

He looked up at you from whatever part of your body caught his attention, “Fine, you caught me in a good mood tonight. Just know I’m not finished with you yet, princesa.”

He brought a tender hand to you cheek and rubbed it endearingly, sending you a wink as he walked towards the sliding glass doors that lead inside. His sudden gentleness reddened your cheeks and you walked beside him into the party, trying to find some sort of sanctuary in the arms of Angela or perhaps an unoccupied bathroom. Whatever presented itself to you first. Before you could bid farewell to Gabe, he had already left you, somewhere among the crowded house. A part of you was relieved but another unsure what to make of his sudden disappearance. It was a tendency of his to come and go as he pleased and take whatever it was he desired from you while doing so. You felt vulnerable, even when you sent curses his way it barely seemed to make any difference. He was going to take what he wanted from you and you were powerless in your efforts to stop him.

#yandere #yandere overwatch #yandere!overwatch #dark overwatch #dark!overwatch #yandere mccree #yandere reaper #gabriel reyes #tw: noncon #yandere au #college au #dark gabriel reyes #yandere gabriel reyes #dark!gabriel reyes #yandere!gabriel reyes #gabriel reyes x reader #reaper x reader

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Could I request headcannons with Cassidy, Hanzo, Genji and Reaper with a male s/o who's really anxious? I've has really bad anxiety lately and I'd really like this, thank you!

Overwatch Headcannons with an anxious male s/o

TW: mentions of anxiety, overwhelming thoughts, throwing up, panic attacks,

A/N: Hi anon! I’m really sorry for the late response, life has been a little too busy lately, and I have been suffering from good ol’ writers block. point is, I’m back! I hope you like these head cannons! I tried my best!

also…I hope you’re feeling better! I understand completely how you feel, anxiety is truly something hard to get through and deal with, and nobody should ever have to go through that. My dm’s are always open if you want to talk about it! I hope you’re ok anon! you can get thru this, ur not alone!

With all that being said, here you go !

Cassidy

- Now, cassidy isn’t the smartest of the bunch, but he was able to detect your anxious tendencies from a mile away.

- Initially he thought you were just jumpy.

- But after looking into it a little more, he finds out that you have anxiety.

- It wasn’t like Cassidy hasn’t experienced his fair share of anxious hiccups, he knew what it was like.

- To an outsider, it may seem unexpected that a man as put together and suave as Cassidy could have an anxiety attack.

- But it was true, he cracks every now and then, just like everybody else.

- However, Cass never had anybody to comfort or help him through it.

- He feels terrible watching you cry. His heart breaks for you.

- and unfortunately, Cass is quite awkward when it comes to comforting crying people.

- Back in highschool, when his partners broke down crying—what he usually did was stare them down and cough at the awkward silence until they stopped. In short, he did little to console them.

- He was determined to help you get through this though! Especially when you were comfortable enough to open up to him about it.

- And because of that, he tries his best to help you through it.

- (Sombra is definitely confused when she snooped in his search history)

- “How to help anxiety person”

- He probably cracks some goofy jokes to keep everything lighthearted.

- He’s a good person to have around when you need a distraction from your thoughts.

- Over time I feel like he’d become more skillful at comforting, now that he’s more knowledgeable on the topic.

- He knows when to be serious though, if you were to have a panic attack, he’d drop everything and just hold you close to him.

- He’d reassure you that everything is okay.

- “I’ve gotcha darlin’. Let it all out.”

- You’re with him now, after all.

- likes to wrap his arms around you, while gently stroking your head.

- even when he’s busy with overwatch business, he finds time to stay supportive.

- Now, when you guys first started dating, Cass was really big on going out.

- He’d take you out to have a drink at the bar, to the movies, karaoke, etc.

- All very loud, bustling and lively atmospheres.

- but then, he noticed the way you shrunk from the crowd,

- he noticed how you’d get overwhelmed by all the different noises and unwanted stimulation.

- of course, after that, dates with him changed.

- He decided to take another approach.

- Nowadays, you guys usually do one to one activities. He’d take you to a park so you two can have a picnic, a walk along the beach, stargazing.

- Just anything that he thought would comfort you.

- very sweet to you.

- he’d never make you do something you didn’t want to do.

- he’ll switch things up if you get anxious because of it.

- If you were ever anxious about you both being guys and out together, Cassidy would not have it.

- no no, that can’t do.

- Cassidy will definitely reassure you that he doesn’t care that your a guy, and it doesn’t make him love you any less.

- and if people have a problem with that then…

- To hell with them!

- He doesn’t mind how many times you want to hear it, he’ll reassure you until your convinced.

- soft forehead kisses make everything feel better.

- Very understanding!

Hanzo

- hanzo on the other hand…

- he is someone who has had to live through guilt all his life.

- he had to tough it out, as he was the eldest in his family, he was trained to be an untouchable being, a Shimada was a big name to live up to, he had to adopt many skills and many hobbies throughout his younger years.

- Even when he tried his best,

- even when he murdered his own brother.

- It still wasn’t good enough.

- “Tears are for the weak, never let anything get to you, Hanzo. You are a Shimada. Act like it.”

- he is no stranger to anxiety, he knows how it feels to have your thoughts eating you away.

- much like Cassidy, he never had anybody to reassure him, he never had anybody to comfort him or tell him everything is ok.

- However, compared to Cassidy he fails in the comforting department.

- how he learns you have anxiety?

- Hanzo likes to people watch,

- it’s a habit of his.

- He noticed right away, just by the way you held yourself up.

- He is so lost on what to do with this information.

- he wants to help, he really does.

- But he has no clue how to approach you about it

- he’d rather die than ask for advice, so he decided to man up and question you on it.

- his suspicions were correct.

- Hanzo may not be the best at comforting, but he is an extremely good listener.

- You won’t ever have to worry about rambling, or getting lost in thought.

- He is very patient, he will listen to all of your worries.

- Although, it isn’t always the best. At times it feels like he’s brushing you off— it feels like he’s uncomfortable.

- He really isn’t!

- “…I apologize Y/N. I did not mean to come off that way.”

- He was never a people person, speaking to people and offering words of comfort— it wasn’t his forte.

- he grows more protective of you— but not in an overbearing way.

- He becomes protective in a way that screams ‘I’m right behind you every step of the way, and I will not allow anybody to hurt you.’

- if he notices you’re uncomfortable, he’ll hesitantly— but gently, hold your hand and ask if you’d like to leave to a more calmer place.

- He’s always right by your side.

- He tries his best to comfort you through physical affections.

- He isn’t the best with words, after all.

- His hand is always open to hold.

- Warm and reassuring hands.

- his hands are definitely calloused and have little scars littering them from the harsh training he had put himself through his entire life.

- definitely writes formal letters to you while he’s on missions,

- “Dear Y/N,”

- he just wants to check up on you 😭

- but sir…you have a phone, just message your boyfriend⁉️

- gentle face-touching.

- hugs and cuddles when he’s lost in what to say.

- definitely not big on going out.

- he’d enjoy more introverted-style dates, he enjoys a more simplistic environment.

- There is beauty in simplicity after all.

- he makes your dates perfect for the two of you,

- he prepares the best homemade dinner dates in history.

- He’s just so?? Good?? At everything???

- ( not everything, but you get my point !)

- makes the most scrumptious food ever.

- he may not seem like it, but he’s very maternal when it comes to caring for you.

- definitely makes you deserts to try to ease your anxiety.

- cookies, brownies, cheesecake, you name it!

- his food slowly becomes your guilty pleasure, but he doesn’t need to know that.

- All in all, very helpful if you want somebody to hold you, and listen to your concerns and thoughts, no matter how small or big.

Genji

- now admittedly, I firmly believe that Genji will be the most helpful in these situations.

- After Hanzo carried out the assassination attempt against him. He had suffered for a long time trying to accept his cybernetic body, accepting that he is man and machine combined, overcoming his feelings of hatred for Hanzo, overcoming his depression, waking up in cold sweats due to anxiety, his PTSD and nightmares intertwined, forgiving his brother, everything.

- all of these men have been in very dark times in their life, they are no stranger to the overwhelming rush of thoughts bartering in their heads.

- But despite all of that, Genji understands.

- Not that the others don’t, Genji just gets it on a deeper level.

- He truly feels you from the bottom of his soul.

- He can see you, he knows it hurts.

- “It’s not just a feeling, it’s physical.”

- There used to be nights where he threw up from how anxious he felt.

- Nevertheless, he overcame the hurdles life threw at him.

- With the help of his master, Zenyatta, of course.

- He picked up many healthy habits, and he knows how to put them to good use.

- It wouldn’t take long for him to find out about your anxiety.

- He is a great person to go to when your overwhelmed and upset.

- Genji never fails to lend you a shoulder to cry on.

- He’ll stay silent when you vent to him, he understands that all you need is somebody to listen.

- “Everything is alright.”

- “I’m here.”

- Definitely invites you to meditate with him.

- Even if it’s a short resolve, he hopes that silencing your thoughts —even for a little while— will help.

- In the situation where you cry or have a panic attack, Genji definitely resists the urge to envelope you into a hug. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you.

- He sits beside you and helps you control your breathing.

- He knows this method, and he used it a lot when he felt that he was losing control.

- It was called the 5-4-3-2-1 technique. Find five things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one thing you can taste.

- It was a great technique for grounding yourself. It was a good reminder that your okay, and once you deviate your focus away from what is plaguing your thoughts — it’ll be alright.

- He will stay with you for as long as necessary.

- Afterwards, he will steal that hug from you !

- He is willing to help you with whatever concerns you have.

- Need water? He’s already filling up your water bottle.

- Do you want to vent? He’ll listen to you with all his attention focused on you.

- Do you want some peace and quiet? He understands. Just remember that he’s here, and he’s not going anywhere.

- Despite his understanding nature. There are times where you can’t tell if he’s messing with you or if he’s being serious.

- He is being 100% serious.

- He definitely drops random pieces of advice at different times.

- You could be in the toilet and he’ll just be like…

- “Y/N, I understand what you were upset about yesterday— your desire to take action is present and well-intentioned, however, every time you move, anxiety tightens it’s grip and-“

- ???

- HE’S IN THE TOILET. Genji please.

- He’s very metaphorical — he got it from Zenyatta.

- Sometimes it gets out of hand though.

- *sees a soda can rolling by*

- “Do you ever feel that you are that soda-can, y/n? Unable to stop moving despite being exhausted from the rush of adrenaline. You feel as if you have no control…”

- He isn’t wrong but…it’s just so unwarranted and RANDOM???

- In all seriousness though!

- Genji is very helpful to you,

- he feels peace with himself now. he wants you to be at peace with your mind as well.

- He’ll hold you gently if you’d like.

- And he’ll do it for as long as it takes, and even after that, he won’t stop trying his best to help you.

- Gentle caresses on your back and sweet kisses feathered on your hand.

Reaper/Gabriel

Gabriel:

- now if we’re talking about Gabriel.

- I feel that even though he may not fully understand your feelings, it didn’t mean he didn’t sympathize with you.

- he tries his best to understand you when you vent to him.

- your somebody special to him, and he doesn’t want to see you suffering.

- he tries his best to help, even if it’s not as extravagant as the others.

- he crouches down next to you, and holds your face in his hands, cradling you steadily.

- he murmurs reassuring words to you.

- he asks you if there is anything you need, and once your feeling better he’d go get it right away.

- he’d probably offer to go on a walk with you. he’ll buy you a snack and drinks along the way.

- as you two walk, the gentle breeze brushing though the two of you gives you pleasant shivers down your spine. It’s therapeutic really.

- definitely also enjoys going on rides in his car, it helps him center and ground himself when he needs to blow off steam.

- ‘it might have to the same affect on him.’ He thought.

- he’d take you with him, and you’ll both just be driving in his car. he’d play music of your choice because he isn’t very big on listening to music himself.

- a hug? his arms are wrapped around you in a second.

- he’s quick to tell you how proud he is of you.

- you are his number one.

- Gabriel probably heats up a nice, warm bath for you later on.

- his bathtub is quite large, so there’s room for him to join you if that would make you feel better.

- I feel like he’d try to encourage you to try to overcome something your anxious about.

- For example, if your scared ordering alone in a restaurant.

- he’d be behind you for support, and if he saw that you were struggling he’d swoop in to save you.

- he won’t force you of course.

- he just wants to help you feel more comfortable doing things.

- he’d definitely introduce you to his overwatch buddies if you’re comfortable.

- he values his work, and it’s extremely important to him, but he’s willing to put it aside occasionally. just for you!

- he’s always holding your hand.

- at first, your confused why everybody is so shocked that your dating him.

- until you saw the way he acts with his subordinates and trainees.

- he is one strict commander!

- your his soft spot, as much as he’d hate to admit it.

- your one of the only people who get to experience the soft side of Gabriel.

- He loves you a lot.

Reaper (sad :( feel free to skip !)

- now, this one might be a little painful to hear, but I really don’t think reaper is capable of comforting or truly showing love for someone at this point in his life. (Feel free to skip this part!)

- He isn’t the same Gabriel he was before.

- he was always confident in himself and in his actions

- he’d experienced anxiety a long long time ago, when he was still…Himself.

- but now? All he experienced was perpetual pain, the constant feeling of the cells in his body splitting every second, no ending in sight.

- It does not mean he didn’t experience guilt.

- but that wasn’t exactly the same, now was it?

- I’d imagine that he wouldn’t be the best to go to.

- no- actually, he’d be the worst to go to.

- reaper is a hard shell.

- he has zero idea on how to deal with emotion.

- how could he? he couldn’t even understand his own, or even fathom how to deal with it.

- if you were to cry, he’d stand and stare at you for a couple of seconds before walking away, giving you space— even if your fingertips yearned his touch.

- he isn’t much of a physical person anymore.

- if you were to hug him, he’d immediately go stiff before pushing you off.

- physical affection really freaks him out.

- he just isn’t affectionate in general.

- rarely, he’ll force himself if you really need it. but he isn’t a kisser, a hugger or any of that— not anymore.

- The extent his affection will go is giving you attention, stroking your head or letting you sit on his lap.

- it isn’t a fun time.

- he has grown into a cruel, and merciless man.

- but he isn’t heartless.

- I feel like, if you ever found comfort in wearing his clothes, he’d definitely leave them out for you. (his old clothes, like his beanie, or maybe even his hooded cloak that he mainly wears)

- checks on you, but you barely catch him do it.

- his footsteps are extremely quiet, it’s as if there’s a ghost in your house.

- definitely gets SO pissed when he finds you crying because somebody hurt you.

- that’s something he will not tolerate.

- he stays quiet when your crying but…

- the minute he has the chance, that person will meet their demise.

- “um…gabe, i just heard that…that the person went missing last night, did something happen?”

- it really doesn’t seem like it, but he still cares about you deep down.

- However.

- work comes first, and unfortunately, you will be the second choice in his eyes.

- that fact doesn’t stop him from getting you small trinkets or souvenirs that he thinks will amuse you or keep you calm for a period of time.

- he wants you to move on from him.

- he feels that you’re just wasting your time continuing to stick around and wait for him to reciprocate your love.

- he knows your in a fragile place, so he will push himself to be more supportive.

- all that he can muster.

- (which isn’t a lot 😧 but at least it’s SOMETHING.)

- yeah…It’s upsetting, but that’s my best guess on how he’ll act as reaper.

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valyrou · 1 year

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I‘m down Bad for requests. Literally anything, any fandom just send me something!! Headcanons or stories I don’t care. If you have something you’d like to read then please drop them in my question box

Xxx Valyrou

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filthy-memetrash · 1 year

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#overwatch #cole cassidy #cassidy x reyes #mcreyes #reaper #reaper x cassidy #overwatch reaper #overwatch cassidy #mccree #jesse mccree #blackwatch #softboys

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askthelovenest · 2 years

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YOU KNOW WHAT?!

SCREW IT!

I am D O N E hiding the fact that I love Jesse, Gabriel, Reinhardt, and Hanzo!

THEY ARE GOING TO BE ADDED TO THE ROSTER.

(Me on my way to kiss them)

#OP speaks #overwatch #overwatch jesse mccree #jesse mccree #living in the wild west #overwatch reaper #gabriel reyes #death and the maiden (ship)#overwatch reinhardt #reinhardt wilhelm #meine prinzessin #overwatch hanzo #hanzo shimada #hanzen #selfship #selfinsert x canon #selfinsert #overwatch gabriel reyes

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vertigenn · 1 year

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#this is gift for my beloved one #jesse mccree #reaper #reaper x mccree #mccreaper #overwatch

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amourlyns · 1 year

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⟢ 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 cole cassidy • ORIGINAL!FEM!CHARACTER| ANGST.

Cole Cassidy tries to propose to Faustine, the love of his life.

⟢ 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 gabriel ❲ reaper ❳ reyes • FEM!CHUBBY!EXOW!READER | ANGST.

After years, you find yourself in Russia again with Gabriel.

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Intro + Masterlist

Hi! I’m Ivy and I have been known to write things on occasion.

27 | Sapphic | Lover of dark content

I have a penchant for writing about scary men (+ women!), and am not opposed to writing smutty and/or dark content. Because of that, this blog is strictly 18+.

Minors + ageless blogs will be blocked

Dark content **is** placed under a cut for those of you who don’t wish to see it!!

Requests are currently ||open for snippets|| (pls check ((rules)) and ((F-List)) before sending requests!

Masterlist Key:

**UTD as of 6/5/23; Check the “my writing” tag to see if Ive posted anything that hasn’t been added to the list yet :)

Kinktober 2023 masterlist here!

OVERWATCH

Unspecified male OW!character x Reader

Heat Stroke He was a furnace and a cuddle monster- a trait you’d greatly appreciated when you’d started sleeping (as in, literally sleeping) with him in the winter. Now? The temperatures were rising and his grip was borderline suffocating at night.

Gabriel Reyes/Reaper

Gabriel throat fucking Reader ✨⚪ Free use throat fucking kink

Kinktober Day 6 (2018) ✨⚪ Daddy | Corset

Kinktober Day 7 (2018) ✨⚫ Praise Kink | Aphrodisiacs

Kinktober Day 10 (2018) ✨⚪ Wax Play | Hair Pulling

Incubus!Reaper Gabriel has something to tell you. Hopefully he doesn’t have a secret wife.

Gabriel Reyes vs 2-year-old toddler Gabriel underestimates the power of a nap

Daddy kink headcanon Tis what it says on the tin. Reyes’ reaction to their s/o having a daddy kink

Reaper teaching his S/O how to kiss Tis what it says on the tin

Moira O’Deorain

Kinktober Day 2 (2018) ✨⚪ Medical Play | Begging

Kinktober Day 11 (2018) ✨⚪ Aphyxiation | Object Insertion

Moira with an affectionate S/O Headcanons of Moira with an S/O who enjoys showing random affection

Looks Can Be Deceiving ✨⚪ Moira thinks you’d look adorable squealing underneath her.

Birdy ⚠️✨🔴 Moira’s in rut and has plans for you.

Daddy Part of your self-appointed job as Moira’s girlfriend was to annoy her on occasion.

Us ❗❗ You can’t overlook this.

Chocolate Kisses ✨⚪ You agree to go on a date with Moira

Problem Solving ✨⚪ You take control when Moira gets too stressed out.

Jack Morrison/Soldier 76** ** F!Reader fics written prior to announcement of Jack’s sexuality

Daddy kink headcanon Tis what it says on the tin. Jack’s reaction to their s/o having a daddy kink

Brat Tamer!76 ✨⚪ You weren’t acting out because you’d missed him. Definitely

Sleeping Dogs Lie ⚠️✨🔴 Jack just wants to make you happy

Movie Night ✨⚪ Jack starts seeing a new mother and develops some new kinks as a result.

Hang Ups ✨⚪ Jack moves past his hang ups.

Stealth ⚠️✨🔴 You’re not nearly as stealthy as you think you are.

Cole Cassidy** ** Older fics refer to Jesse McCree, pre name change

Kinktober Day 1 (2018) ✨⚪ Smiles/Laughter | Deep Throating

Demon!Hanzo x Werewolf!McCree x F! Reader ✨⚫ You decide to summon a demon and there are some… unintended consequences

Nap Time It’s just a fact that boobs make the best pillows

Gratitude ✨⚪ Jesse shows his gratitude to his sweetpea getting a tattoo themed after him

Welcome Home, Baby ✨⚪ Jesse comes home

Daddy kink headcanon Tis what it says on the tin. Cassidy’s reaction to their s/o having a daddy kink

Trying for a baby with his wife headcanons Tis what it says on the tin

Genji Shimada

Late Bloomer (I) (II) ✨⚪✔️ Genji’s precious beta is actually an omega- one whose heat hits her like a freight train.

Dragon!Genji x Reader ✨⚪ You’re ready to carry your lover’s eggs

Bother ✨⚪ You figured Genji wouldn’t care for a second if your cousin was visiting. As it turned out, he cared very much.

Stay ✨⚪ Genji hasn’t been with anyone since his near death experience. Then you join blackwatch.

Playground You and Genji go to a playground

Kitten Play ✨⚪ Being a well respected professional in your work life is fine and all, but there’s comfort in handing the reins over to someone else.

Genji w/ S/O who struggles with penetration ✨⚪ Tis what it says on the tin

Idol Genji has his own way of wishing you good luck for your concerts- This has unintended consequences.

Hanzo Shimada

Demon!Hanzo x Werewolf!McCree x F! Reader ✨⚫ You decide to summon a demon and there are some… unintended consequences

Daddy kink headcanon Tis what it says on the tin. Hanzo’s reaction to their s/o having a daddy kink

Sugar ⚠️ You just got cold feet is all

Incorrigible ✨⚪ You’re an incorrigible tease when you want to be.

Hanzo x Reader ✨⚪ You let Hanzo tie you up like a thanksgiving turkey

Candy Hanzo has some concerns about all the reader's candy

Trying for a baby with his wife headcanons Tis what it says on the tin

Sombra

Kinktober Day 3 (2018) ✨⚪ Sensory Deprivation | Edgeplay

Aleksandra Zaryanova

Zarya + Chubby!Reader Self love is important, but can be hard

Akande Ogundimu

Phone Etiquette Akande knows how to make a boring business call much more interesting.

See Something You Like? You notice when Akande starts timing his workouts to match with yours.

Wilhelm Reinhardt

Sugar Daddy!Reinhardt Headcanons of sugar daddy Reinhardt

Lucio Correia dos Santos

Trying for a baby with his wife headcanons Tis what it says on the tin

Far Cry 5

Jacob Seed

Apex Predator (I) ⚠️⭕ The Deputy has a secret, and Jacob makes it his mission to bring her to heel

What You Want (I) (II) (III) ⚠️✨🔴»⚫ ✔️ Jacob learns the deputy is his mate and sets out to subdue her

Quality Over Quantity (I) (II) ✨⚪✔️ Jacob ensures the continuation of the Chosen’s line

Happy ✨⚪ She was content with her place in the middle of the pack. Then Jacob took notice of her.

All Good Things He's been sweet on her ever since she propositioned him back in Missouri

Better Late than Never Pushing 50, Jacob had figured years ago his dreams of a wife and kids weren’t happening

Unrequited ❗❗ Not sure I’ll ever actually finish this- Jacob is in love with the deputy, but marries one of the women in the cult after the deputy marries John

Kinktober Day 4 (2018) ✨⚪ Spanking | Spit Roasting

Kinktober Day 8 (2018) ✨⚪ Hate Fucking/Angry Sex | Fisting

Illness The Deputy gets sick in the cages

Can’t Sleep Jacob's insomnia is not new- when the Reader can't sleep, he offers a potential solution

Good With Kids John gives commentary on Jacob's baby-handling skills

“You smell like wet dog” Fluffy one-off where Reader informs Jacob he needs a bath.

Love Language Tis what it says on the tin

Favorite Kinks Tis what it says on the tin

John Seed

Baptism of Blood ⚠️ John finally has a willing soul to cleanse

Kinktober Day 5 (2018) ⚠️✨⚪ Sadism/Masochism | Blood/Gore

Love Language Tis what it says on the tin

Favorite Kinks Tis what it says on the tin

Joseph Seed

Love Language Tis what it says on the tin

Favorite Kinks Tis what it says on the tin

Faith Seed

Love Language Tis what it says on the tin

Favorite Kinks Tis what it says on the tin

Eli Palmer

Kinktober Day 4 (2018) ✨⚪ Spanking | Spit Roasting

Kinktober Day 9 (2018) ✨⚪ Titfucking | Lingerie

Call Of Duty

Simon Ghost Riley

Simon’s Spotify Playlist Don’t ask me for anyone else’s lol. He’s the only one who gets one.

Spoiled ✨⚪ Spoiled the thought flashes across his head. Course it doesn’t help that he’s utterly whipped. He’ll give you anything you ask for just because you want it.

Bonded ❗❗ You and Simon are caught off guard during a mission

SS: Overstim Tis what it says on the tin

John Price

Blind Date John goes on a blind date. It goes well

John Soap MacTavish

Steel Magnolia Soap falls head over heels for the base’s fire breathing preceptor

Character Study: Honey

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Under My Skin Your situationship uncomplicates itself on a rainy night

König

SS: Pregnancy Risk Not only does König not care that it's not safe to finish inside- that's kinda the point.

Platonic Reader + 141

The B.A.G. Coalition You accidentally spill the beans on why Graves can’t get a date

#cod x reader #overwatch x reader #far cry 5 x reader #x reader #my writing

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overwatchfanskinarchive · 7 months

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Street Fighter x Overwatch (DPS) by mezio/meziosaur

Hanzo as Ryu

Genji as Ken

McCree as G

Sombra as Laura

Torbjorn as Zangief

Soldier:76 as Guile

Reaper as M Bison

Ashe as Falke

Widowmaker as C.Viper

Junkrat as Adon

Pharah as Makoto

Mei as Chun Li

Tracer as Sakura

Symmetra as Menat

like and reblog the original posts linked above, not this post

#hanzo #genji #cassidy #sombra #torbjorn #soldier 76 #reaper #ashe #widowmaker #junkrat #pharah #mei #tracer #symmetra #mezio #meziosaur #crossover #street fighter #overwatch #fanskin

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theshimadaslovers · 1 year

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I wasn't planning in make other boys of Overwatch, but...I couldn't resist 👁👄👁

《《💀🖤💀》》

~CAKES FOR REAPER~

(REAPER X YOU FEM!READER)

Summary: It's Reaper's birthday and...well, only you remembered. Not only a bday but, became a little more tha that for Reaper.

Genre: Very cute and fluffy, a little dramatic, but we love drama, come on.

Warnings: Definitely none. It's cute!

*Talon just went back from a mission, you're a newbie so Reaper prefer to let you out of this one, for safety. Everyone went back to the rooms and Reaper was injured, so he lay down on his bed for rest*

*You knock his door*

Reaper- What?

You- Is me...I came to check on you.

Reaper- I'm fine, go away.

You- *Opens the door* Is unlocked, silly.

Reaper- *sighs in stress*

You- Moira told me...you almost died for real this time.

Reaper- *Chuckles* Good lucky with that.

You- You may be dead and alive at the same time, Gabriel, but you still can die...for real! *sits on the bed checking his bandages* Stop being crazy in some missions.

Reaper- Do you even know what happened, girl?

You- ...You went alone to a room full of omics...big ones.

Reaper- *sighs* I didn't knew...

You- You silly owl...*sighs* Careful next time, yeah?

Reaper- Why do you care so much?

You- Do you really wants to know the answer? *laughs* I guess not.

Reaper- ..... I do.

You- Because you're my friend.

Reaper- *looked away* I'm not your friend.

You- But I see you as a friend *gets up* You had dinner?

Reaper- Not hungry.

You- That was not my question, sunshine.

Reaper- *Sighs in stress again* No....!

You- I'll bring you something. I asked Moira if you still eat normally as a person, so... I'll make for you.

Reaper- *laugh* I'm not a person for you?

You- You're a dead alive person, it's different. *walks out the room*

Reaper- Mm...*heavy breath*

*At the principal room, you were checking out some informations about the last missions*

Widow- *coming back with a coffee*

You- *look at her* You went to a coffee shop?

Widow- Oui.

You- What? How?

Widow- Disguise.

Sombra- Hey! *Suddenly appears* You guys won't believe what I just found!

Widow- Depends.

Sombra- A hilarious Google research from Cole Cassidy!

You- Cole Cassidy?

Widow- Jesse McCree.

You- Oh yeah, he changed his name.

Sombra- "Cactus spines in butt, how get rid off?" HAHAAA! *Everybody laughing*

Widow- So pathetic...*laughs*

You- Where the HELL he get a cactus?! Poor thing.

Doom- Ladies...what is all that noise? *Enters the room*

Sombra- I'll show you later, boss! *still laughing* Overwatch is hilarious!

Doom- Well, you two has to come with me for some business trip and y/n will take care of Reaper. After his almost suicidal plan, he'll stay for rest.

You- Business trip? *laughs* Come on, boss, be honest.

Doom- Ok *laughs* We got some murders to make. Let's go, the plane is taking off in 20 minutes.

Sombra- And our stuff?

Doom- They put everything on the plane. Let's go.

Sombra- Alright, that was a five star service *look at you and smirked* Good lucky, chiquita. *Disappear*

Widow- I need some vacations...*rool eyes and walks out the room closing the door*

*You keep sitting on the chair and looks at Reapers room door, then the calendar*

*At Reapers room, after hours completely impatient and taking naps, his cells regenerated completely his superficial wounds. He sat on the bed and breath heavily feeling the pain on his left rib, taking his hand on the bandage around his body. Stands up almost losing balance and leans himself against the wall*

Reaper- Fucking hell...! *moan and look at the calendar on the wall looking at the date for a couple of minutes. Breath heavily and starts to walk to the door* No one cares, Reyes...

*He went out of his room looking the empty place*

Reaper- Finally alone... *sighs in content*

You- Not for so long *Appers and laughs* I made something for you at the kitchen, I was about to bring it for you.

Reaper- I'm not hungry.

You- I didn't ask... *smiles to him and stand in front of him* Go, you gonna like it.

Reaper-...it is...cookies?

You- Maybe *laughs* You're funny, good thing I like you. *tap his shoulders and went to your room*

Reaper- *sighs and walks towards the kitchen*

*Arriving the kitchen he come across with the most caring situation he could ever cross, a cake on the table, with candles lighted, a plate of cookies and a paper plaque written "Happy Birthday, Dark Knight♡"*

*He stands there for a while trying to process everything. First, how the hell you knew that he was Gabriel Reyes, second, how the hell you knew his birthday date? Well, he only sighs trying not to feel pleased under his mask and walks towards the table. He grab a cookie and chuckle*

Reaper- Cookie~

*He felt your presence behind him and turned around still holding the cookie*

You- *laughs* You like it?

Reaper- How did you know? All about that?

You- I have my secrets. *you smiled going towards him and hugs Reaper making his embarrassed* Happy birthday, Gab.

Reaper- Mmmm...! *Literally paralyzed*

You- *laughs and steps away* Not used to hugs, huh? Oh! I got you a gift too! Be right back! Don't! Run away! *points to him and ran out*

Reaper- A...gift? Birthday gift? *take off the mask revealing a grey skin full of scars* But I have cookie...*eats the cookie and felt a little bit of joy on his body wiggling little* Good cookie...~

You- Gab! *Tuns to the kitchen with a small box* Here! I made it for you! Is a decoration for your guys, I don't have any idea how and from where you pick up the guys, but...Yeah.

Reaper- You made it?

You- Yep. Open up! *excited*

*He grab the box and opens up without hesitation feeling surprised by seeing a little cute Reaper perfectly made by hand, it was a pendent for his shotguns*

Reaper- *Inhales* You...you made it with your own hands?

You- Yes, commander *smiles*

Reaper- For me?

You- *nodded*

Reaper- Mm...*put the mask on and smile inside of it* Ah...thanks...right. I...I like it. *blush and clears his throat*

You- That was the first present, I think you deserve more than one.

Reaper- *Looks at you for a while* One more?

You- Yep.

Reaper- Why? I'm a high functional psychopath and you're giving me gifts.

You- Yeah. *smiles*

Reaper- ....Why?

You- You're my friend, Gab. Talon is not the most supportive group but I am. You know... is good to put a smile in someone so hurted like you.

Reaper- I did not smiled...*blush inside the mask and looked away*

You- I know you did, Reyes, I know. *laughs and stand on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on his mask* Happy birthday, sir and enjoy the cake and cookies, are just for you~ *walks away from the kitchen* I'll be at my room!

Reaper- Mmmm....*look at the pendent and smiles again* Talon don't deserve you.... *look at the door and sighs*

*He sat down on the table and bring the plate of cookies to him, take off the mask again and enjoy every piece of each cookie. About to eat the cake all by himself, he stopped and think, sighs, stands up and grab a big knife cutting two slices*

*He walks through the hallways looking for you room holding to plates with cake. Finding he knock it with his foot and you immediately went to open up*

You- Oh...Hey! *smiles* Did you ate everything?

Reaper- I was thinking if we can enjoy the cake together...on my fucking birthday.

You- *laughs and blush* Sure, it would be a pleasure. Come in! *you gently pull him inside*

*Minutes later both was sitting on your bed talking like two normal people, he put the mask aside but not for too long, since the mask is what helps him breath. He put the mask back and chuckle at the conversation you both were talking*

Reaper- It was funny how Jack Morrison was such a needy guy for attention at the time...

You- Really? I tought that he was a little more mature *both laughed*

Reaper- After became Overwatch commander's, he went a little more mature...

You- Oh man... You pass trought some good shits with Overwatch.

*Reaper looked away and sighs loudly enough to have your attention and you get more worried*

You- You're ok?

Reaper- Why you're in Talon?

You- I...*Felt confused* I'm here because I was saved by you guys in Russia, remember?

Reaper- But why you stay? We're the bad guys...you're not bad. Talon don't deserve someone like you.

You- I know. *smiled making him surprised by your unexpected answer* But you're here, Reaper.

Reaper- *Takes his hand to his chest feeling his heart race*

You- And I believe there's goodness behind this dark owl mask.

Reaper- *chuckles* Goodness? I'm a high functional-

You- A high functional psychopath *roll eyes and laughs* But you're not.

Reaper- *groans*

You- If you were, I wouldn't be here. You wouldn't care. We wouldn't be eating cake and having a nice chat in my bed. This is what a high functional psychopath sounds like?

Reaper- *Speechless*

You- You have feelings and empathy, Reaper...You're Gabriel Reyes...and you're broken. Come on, you loved my cookies! *laughs*

Reaper- I'm not a...psychopath?

You- I'm not a doctor or psychiatrist...but...yeah, you're a not a psychopath, Gab. I don't know who you were, but...Talon is doing so bad shit with your head. This anger inside of you? This depression? You're broken and is so much worse.

*Reaper stand in silent and looked away thinking a about everything that already happened to him those last years. He never really enjoyed killing, he's just... angry*

You- *stand on your knees in front of him and open your arms* Come on.

Reaper-....No.

You- You hugged me earlier, come on, Rey!

Reaper- I don't like hu...!!! *You suddenly falls on him hugging*

You- You're just not used anymore...*Hug him tightly* You need to rest your head somewhere for a while.

Reaper- *Slowly starts to embrace you on his arms* I...I'm not good...with this.

You- *chuckle* You don't need to be good...

*Reaper let his emotions act for a second and hugged you tightly pulling you more close to him. You were surprised that he won't let it go of you anymore...at least, it's seems like not. You had to sit on his lap, because it looks like he wanted to pull you more closer to him, which was impossible... but he enjoyed feel that again. His head rested on your shoulder and both relaxed keeping the hug. You smiled feeling that you finally could try to help him and his poisoned soul*

Continue ....??

#she/her #overwatch #overwatch x reader #fem!reader #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch x you #overwatch reaper #reaper x reader #reaper #gabriel reyes

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acradelius · 1 year

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Can I get Mccree and Reaper with a male s/o that’s tall, scary, and stoic but gets flustered really easily?

If you don’t do male readers you can just do gn!

(Feel free to ignore this if you’re not taking requests)

Bye have a nice day/night!

“Q-Quit That!”

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Gabriel Reyes (Reaper) x M!Reader, Cole Cassidy (Cassidy) x M!Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] (NSFW!)

Warnings / Mention Ofs: Male x Male Relationships, Hostage Situation, Suggestive Content, Stoic! Reader Becomes Flustered Mess, “High Functioning Psychopath” Gabriel and Reader, Massacre Mentions, Groping, Verbal Teasing

Word Count: 1,164 Words

Author’s Note: Just a heads up, “McCree” is known as Cassidy on this particular blog, but no worries. Also, translation for Gabriel’s words are “Are you done yet, love? You see, you have my cock hardening-”

[ COLE CASSIDY - “CASSIDY” ]

Let’s be completely honest, there’s really only two different reactions that people have whenever finding out that it’s actually (Y/N) that Cassidy’s in a relationship with. It’s going to be “Well, you know what they say about opposites! They attract each other!” or “How in the world are these two individuals, completely opposite to one another, actually in a working relationship with each other?” (Y/N)’s height itself is something to be intimidated by, towering over most of the individuals that he comes across. He’s often described by others, especially those who happen to have the chance of encountering or assisting him in combat, that he’s quite a stoic individual. He doesn’t even seem to merely flinch whenever becoming injured in combat, making it more daunting whenever he starts to charge at whoever dared to try to take him down. Cassidy’s more of an ace shot, being known for staying cool whenever being under fire, and his adaptability. What he’s mostly known for? His charm! And he absolutely loves to use it against his partner to turn him into a flustered, pile of putty within his hands

Despite that he’s currently being held captive by who could be considered as the more easygoing agents of the Talon Organization, Siebren and Olivia, that doesn’t prevent Cassidy to use that classic charming ability of his not only to baffle the enemies but to also gain amusement from causing (Y/N) to become flustered. Cassidy begins unraveling his deviant plan by holding his head up high and widely flashing those pearly whites of his as soon as he catches sight of an enraged, seemingly apathetic (Y/N) storming into the room. “Howdy, Hun~” Cassidy chuckles, watching as instead of giving any sort of glance towards his binded partner, (Y/N) merely sneers towards the Talon agents between them. Cassidy isn’t surprised by the lack of a reaction from (Y/N) but decides not to waste any more time in continuing to delve further into his plan, starting to visibly shift himself against the binds, letting out faint groans as he proceeds to do so. “Hun, these are starting to become too tight~ They’re going to leave marks on my beautiful, sun kissed skin~” Only being responded to with a low grunt and now a mere glance, Cassidy decides to go all the way, “But, ya’ know that I’d prefer you leaving marks with those pretty lips of yours~ Our bare skin covered in sweat, relishing in how nice it feels to have you thrust-”

“Cassidy!” Cassidy’s name escaped (Y/N)’s lips and echoed throughout the room as an astonished shriek, gaze broadened as it frequented back and forth between Cassidy, Olivia, and Siebren. “W-Why?!” (Y/N) desperately goes to question Cassidy and his motives for saying such vulgar things in front of the enemy, causing his stoic appearance to crumble down into a flushed, embarrassed, and a bumbling mess. Biting his lip quite harshly, one hand rubbing the back of his neck slowly all while trying to find the words to bring that daunting persona to some sort of doubt into the now one confused enemy all while the other one was giggling away in amusement. “I swear this isn’t normally how these things turn out.” In the end, there’s definitely a discussion happening about the proper words that Cassidy can use in similar situations, but only after Olivia pays her bet money off to him first.

[ GABRIEL REYES - “REAPER” ]

It’s seemingly baffling to believe that Gabriel has decided that with all the complicated things and feelings that he has going on that he decides that he’s able to maintain a stable relationship, but it’s even more baffling whenever Gabriel decides that his partner should be similar to himself: conceited, sadistic, and petty. Describing themselves as “high-functioning psychopaths”, having unrelenting passions for murder and vengeance, and willing to kill even without having a solid motivation. It’s something that could be described as being “a match made from heaven”, but if heaven and its romance match makers were all sick and twisted individuals from the lower depths of Hell themselves. Yet, despite that those were the more major factors to why (Y/N) was chosen to be Gabriel’s lover, it was more the fact that Gabriel gained entertainment and pleasure by how easily he could cause his boyfriend to become a trembling, flustered mess with mere, unexpected actions.

What was supposed to be a straightforward, uncomplicated reconnaissance mission with some new recruitments quickly turns into a necessary massacre of not only said new recruitments, but also anyone else who unfortunately happened to be within the general area as well. After finishing off the remaining of the handful that were becoming quite the nuisance to him, making sure to leave a numerous number of shrapnel in the bodies to confirm their unfortunate meeting with death, Gabriel proceeds to follow the gruesome trail of maimed corpses simply left to decay that leads to his enraged beloved. Gabriel wasn’t one to have his focus and thoughts stray away from the importance of the mission at hand, but he couldn’t deny that seeing his partner being drenched in that the crimson coating (Y/N)’s skin, glistening slightly against the light all while giving more visibly definition to his muscles as he fought back, Gabriel was definitely feeling his pants becoming just a tad bit uncomfortable at how they were becoming tight against him. “¿Ya has terminado, amor? Verás, tienes mi polla endureciéndose y-”

“Oi,” (Y/N) began responding all while shoving the remaining now deceased individual off of himself and onto the floor amongst the others, quickly turning around to watch as Gabriel saunters to him. Having become familiar with some words or even phrases after having been in a relationship with Gabriel for some time now, and with the tutoring sessions with Olivia, but yet (Y/N) wasn’t really able to decipher exactly what Gabriel was saying this time. “Whatcha saying, hun?” What was expected was Gabriel to repeat what he had said, and then translate it for (Y/N) to understand, but what wasn’t expected was Gabriel to reach down and grope at (Y/N) through his own pants, responding with a “Asking if you were finished because the way you’re looking covered in all that blood is making me cock hard and I’d re-” (Y/N) babbles almost guttered nonsense despite being able to make out a high pitched “N-No!” and was slapping at Gabriel’s arm. Babbling out some sentences about how Gabriel was “such a damn horndog” and “fucking crazy for wanting to do the nasty out here in the open”. His hands fidgeting to keep Gabriel from groping him once again, face scrunched up with his face and ear tips were a burning, bright red. Needless to say, in the end Gabriel did end up getting what he wanted. But not before having quite a laugh on how flustered his boyfriend had gotten at his advances.

#gabriel reyes #overwatch reaper #reaper x reader #cole cassidy #overwatch cassidy #cassidy x reader #x male reader #lemon rating #requests?! thank you<3

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