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The Return is Near

Hi everyone!

Sorry for the unannounced hiatus and for it lasting a few months longer than planned. Sometimes life just gets in the way. I haven’t given up and have some more time for writing. I’m getting some things ready for regular posting on the blog, which I hope you’ll all enjoy! In the meantime, while I get some things ready please enjoy this kinky Reaper/Reader fic!

- Mod Raven

A Dream Come True

“Tonight carino, we’re going to make one your fantasies come to life,” said Reaper grabbing your hand, “Trust me?”

“Always.” You tell him, letting yourself be drag along to the bedroom. The first thing you notice after he dramatically throws open the doors are the assortment of toys you see laid out on the bench. The first thing that grabs your attention is the are the cuffs. Absently mindedly you walk over to examine them; they are deep blue and made of leather. Beside them is a rope, a ball gag, and a blindfold, all in the same colour as the cuffs.

“Now, Now Y/N, don’t get ahead of yourself. Get on the bed,” he pauses waiting for you to comply. You feel a playful swat on your ass bringing you back to the moment. Looking at Gabe you can tell he is waiting for you to do something, but you have no idea what, “On the bed, on your back now. I will not ask again.”

You almost trip over yourself trying to get on to the bed as quickly as possible, getting yourself situated on your back. “Such a good girl,” you hear Gabe purring above you, “Good girls deserve a treat, don’t you think?”

You can feel your pussy become instantly wet at the praise and prepare to answer his question. Your answer died on your lips the moment Gabe started peppering kisses against your neck, some light as feathers, others hard enough to leave marks. You feel something soft be placed around both your wrists and ankles, “Are those too tight Carino?”

He waits for your answer before continuing. Looking into his eyes you shake. Your eyes dart around the room, following Gabe as he makes his way around the bed again. This time attaching the rope to each of the cuffs and each limp to a post of the bed until you’re all tied up spread eagle and unable to move. He captures your lips with his own, kissing his way down your body before he settles on your boobs. Licking slow circles against the one on the left while his hand plays with the right. Gabe sucks your nipple into his mouth, nibbling it until he pleased with how hard it is. Once satisfied he moves his mouth to the right nipple to give it the same treatment. His hand now playing with your left boob, pinching the hard nipple between his fingers and pulling slightly.

Suddenly he removes both his hand and his mouth and groan at the loss of contact, “Gabe what are you doing? More, please.” Your pleas fall on death ears while you watch him make his way to a box at the end of the bench you didn’t notice before. Too distracted by the very cuffs that now keep you tied to the bed. Your face lights up when you see that his in this hand, nipple clamps. You feel the cool metal drag over your skin before he swirls his tongue around your nipple, getting it nice and wet before he blows on it, watching it perk up before he clamps it, “Gabeeee” you whine. He looks up at your and smirks before repeating the process on your other nipple. He gives the chains a few tugs to test them, making you moan, “Please Gabe, more” you beg him.

“So impatient aren’t we now baby girl?”

You squirm against your restraints, trying to squeeze your legs together to get some kind of relief for your aching pussy. He brings his lips back down to your body, but not where you want them. He kisses just under your boobs and slowly makes his way down your body. Finally, you feel him kiss just above your pussy, “Please Gabe?”

“Please what?”

“Please lick me.” You can hear the whininess in your voice and don’t even have it in you to care.

“Okay,” he agrees. You watch him bring his head down between your legs. You can feel the anticipation course through your body, you were about to get some of the relief you so desperately sought. Only instead of Gabe licking your pussy like you wanted, he licked your thigh. “Gabe!” You cry, somewhere between exasperation and neediness, “You know what I meant.”

“You said lick you, and I did. Was there somewhere in particular you wanted to be licked?” You didn’t have to lift your head to know the smirk that would be present on his lips.

“Please, please lick my pussy Gabe.” You felt him lightly drag his tongue over your slit once, hardly putting a dent in how much you needed him. “Ohh please, please make me cum with your head between my legs, please make me. Oh please!” At this moment you would give him anything he wanted if it meant he would give you what you so desperately wanted.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Was the only warning you got before he started licking your pussy hard and fast. He dragged his tongue up and down your slit, getting your juices on his chin as his tongue parted your lips. Lapping at the source of what he wanted. All while still avoiding the once spot you wanted him to pay attention to. You tried to move your hand down to it yourself, forgetting in this moment of passion that you couldn’t move. Which caused another shot of lust to run through your body.

“More,” you gasp in pleasure, “I need more Gabe.”

He withdraws his tongue, moving it up to lick slow circles around your clit, all while never touching the sensitive bud. Without warning, he rams two fingers inside of your, setting a brutal pace he fingers fucks your soaking wet pussy. His lips capture your clit between them and suck while his tongue sweeps it from side to side. You scream his name, he is finally giving your pussy the relief you have been seeking all night. Your moans grow louder. You can feel yourself about to topple over the edge when he stops. He slides his fingers out of you and gives your pussy one last lick from top to bottom.

You beg him to keep going, telling him how close you, begging him to let you cum. He doesn’t listen. He holds his fingers up to your lips and you open your mouth, licking them clean, “Such a good girl.” He kisses you and you can taste yourself on his lips. Another shot of lust shoots for your body. Breaking off the kiss you beg him for more, for anything. “You talk too much Carino,” he laughs getting up from the bed to get something.

You take this moment to admire his body. As a commander in Overwatch, you knew he was in good shape, but you still drooled over his body every time you saw it, both figuratively and literally. His cock jumped up and down with each step he takes. “What I wouldn’t give to have that inside of me.” You think to yourself. It was 8 inches long and pretty girthy. He was big enough to fill you up and comfortably stretch you without pushing your limits too much.

“This right here the solution to our little problem,” he holds up the ball gag you saw earlier, “Do you remember the safe word?” You nod your head, “I need to hear you say it Y/N.” He said seriously, looking into your eyes.”

He was always like this with you, sweet. He is the more dominant one out of the two of you, but you know that as the submissive you have the real power. He always makes sure you are comfortable and willing to go along with whatever he has planned for you. “Pizza.”

“Very good girl,” he secures the gag around your neck. He sits back on his knees he takes a moment to appreciate the view, before connecting the chain from the clamps to the gag. “There, maybe now you’ll be a lot less chatty.”

You hear the click of a cover opening in the silent room and then feel something cold and wet against your ass. You shivered in anticipation, the orgasms were always so intense when you had something in both your holes. Gabe slides two fingers into your ass, warming you up before sliding in a metal anal plug. You lift your head to look at him, causing the clamps to pull against your nipples. can see Gabe smile at the muffled moans coming from around your gag; a mix of pleasure and pain. This one was slightly bigger than what you were used to having inside of you.

Squirming against the rope, you were eager to have him touching again. As if he read your mind his head found it’s spot between his legs and he started sucking and licking your dripping pussy like there was no tomorrow until you came against his face, covering it in your juices. He moves his head up to kiss your neck, waiting for you to come back down from your high, but he doesn’t give you long to rest before he is back between your legs.

This time he has his body there, one hand wrapped around his hard cock. He guides it towards you, pressing the tip against your entrance. You moan, ready for him to stretch you open. Instead, he runs his cock up and down your slit, chuckling each time he runs it over your still too sensitive clit. Making you pull against the ropes each time he does. Finally, when he can’t take it anymore, he rams his hard cock completely inside of you. Stretching you open and filling you like never before thanks to the plug in your ass. You can feel your pussy squeezing his cock, ready to cum again so soon when his voice fills your ears.

“Don’t you dare cum before me Y/N, unless you want a spanking. I’ll tell you when you can cum again.”

From the way his cock was twitching inside of you, you didn’t think it would take long for him to cum. Your orgasm was a whole different story. His hard cock was stretching you open, his balls slapping against your ass with each hard thrust inside of you. Your pussy squeezing his cock tighter and tighter until you knew you were almost on the edge. With a loud grunt, he slips his hips against you once more and shot ropes of hot cum deep inside your tight pussy. It took all your willpower not cum right there on the spot.

Gabe slides his cock out of you and watches as some of his cum drips out of your pussy. He runs his fingers through it, brings them up to his mouth to taste. “Mmm, we taste so good together Carino, you need to taste us.” He moves to unhook the clamps from the gag before taking it off and sitting on the bedside table, “In case we need it again.” You knew that was a warning and took it to heart. You opened your mouth expecting his fingers to find their way there, instead, he takes your lips with his own and kisses you. Letting you taste both you juice from his mouth. You found it very hot.

Gabe gave a sharp pull on the chain connecting your nipples, which caused you to break the kiss and moan. “Oh Gabe, please. Please let me cum again. Pleaseee.” You were being shameless, and you knew it, but you at this particular moment you didn’t really care if it meant you got to cum again.

Suddenly Gabe flips you over and you find yourself bent over his lap with his hand coming down to slap your ass once. “I’m going to spank you 10 times and I expect you to count them. If you mess up or miss a number, you’ll be starting over from one.” He lifts his hand up from where it’s cupping your ass and brings it back down, landing squarely in the middle of your ass.

“One.” He brings his hand down again, this time on the left ass cheek.

“Two.” All of the spankings so far have been roughly the same strength, this one on the right ass cheek was no different.

“…Three.” You remember at the last second to count.

You made it all the way to five before you forgot a number, forcing him to restart. This time you made it to four before you said the wrong number. Your ass was stinging, and you had no doubt in your mind it was bright red. You wondered if you would be able to sit in a chair tomorrow, you knew there would be no way you could sit tomorrow without thinking about Gabe spanking you. You were so distracted by this you didn’t even count the first spank he gave you. You could tell he was starting to get frustrated with you.

“That’s it, stand up.” He stood, grabbing yet another toy from the box. He sat back down on the bed, running his hand over your ass. “Since you can’t be a good girl and count to ten. I’ll have to punish you like the bad girl you are. Like the dirty slut who likes it when I spank her. Who likes being used for my own pleasure. I bought this paddle just you girl.” He held it up for you to see. It was black leather over a red paddle. You knew it was red because on the flat back itself the work slut was cut out. “I’m tired of just seeing my handprints on your ass. Let’s see if I can mark you as my little slut.”

He roughly pulled you back down over his knees. He gave you two testing spanks with the paddle, not too hard nor too gentle. Just enough to see that your poor ass could handle it. On the third one, you counted wrong. You nibbled your lip, waiting to see what the punishment would be. You could feel how hard he was under you, poking against your stomach while you squirmed around on his lap. Your pussy had been dripping juices on to this leg the whole time, you were so turned on. It briefly crossed your mind if you should be embarrassed or not, but you didn’t have time to ponder that thought.

“Look at you, so turned on by this that you’re leaking all over me. I bet you’re doing this on purpose aren’t you girl. You want me to spank your dirty little slut ass, don’t you?” He ran his fingers through your dripping wet pussy “Don’t deny it, you’re so wet for me right now. You have been messing up on purpose. You. Will. Not. Mess Up. This. Time.” He emphasised each word by plunging his fingers into your pussy. He brings the paddle down hard on the right, then the left. He did this over and over again, each slap harder than the last. You remembered to count each one, finally reaching ten.

You could feel him gently run his hands over your ass, somewhere in the back of your mind you could register that was stinging, but you didn’t care. The lines of pain and pleasure were blurred together with every spank Gabe landed on your ass. His hand was soon replaced by his lips, placing feather-light kisses all over the reddened skin.

His strong arms place you down on the floor, forcing you to kneel between his legs. You licked your lips at the sight in front of you, all eight inches covered in your juices from earlier. Something about his cock just drew you in, it always had. It was the perfect length, leaned a little to the right, and had just enough girth to stretch you to your limits. Your mouth slides down his throbbing member, tongue circling the head, lapping up any precum you can find. Slowly you bob your head down more until he is halfway inside your mouth before you pull off and repeat the action again. One of your hands moves to cup his balls. His moans of pleasure send lust coursing through your body.

Gabe’s hands tangle in your hair, pushing you down further on his cock. Relaxing your throat muscles, you take him into your throat. Using your hair as leverage Gabe sets unforgiving pace until he pulls you up off his cock and throws you on the bed and barks “Get on your hands and knees. Now!”

You quickly straighten yourself out and get down on all fours, looking back at him from over your shoulder, you smirk and wiggle your ass towards him. He swiftly brings his hand down to spank your already red ass. Your pussy throbs as the sound of the impact fill the room. Gabe spanks you again, but this time it’s not all you feel; the tip of his cock is pressing against your ass. His cock already wet from the messy blowjob you just gave him. Nevertheless, you hear the click of a bottle opening and a cool gel dripping down your ass.

“Ohhh fuck,” he groans, pushing himself inside your ass slow, “Fuck you’re so tight, baby.” His hand comes around to rub your as he buries himself inside you. Your own moans join his, no one has ever stretched your ass out better than Gabe, he always left you gasping and begging for more.

His cock throbbed inside of your ass. You could tell he was close. The strokes against your clit got more frantic, his hand on your hip pulled you back on to his hard cock faster and harder. “Cum for me. Fill my ass with your cum Gabe. Please.” It felt like lust was coursing through your veins, all you could think about was making him cum and the release you knew would follow his. He pulled out so only the tip was inside of you and you almost wept at the lost, your ass felt so empty without him there. A course of pleas left your throat, anything to make him pound your ass against.

The sound of a smack rang through the room and sharply cut off your begging, turning it into a needy moan. It only served to turn you on more than you already were. You need him. Having been so distracted with the begging you didn’t notice Gabe grab a toy until you felt sliding into your dripping pussy, “F-Fuck!”

“If you insist Y/N.” It was like a switch had been flipped. Once the dildo was completely inside of you it started to vibrate. “Oh God, God yes!” You felt so full right now, your vision going hazy from pleasure.

“Not God, but close enough.” You open your mouth to reply, only to have it cut off by Gabe slamming his cock back inside of your ass. He does this another three times and on the fourth, he is completely inside of you and you get your prize. He shoots his cum deep inside of your ass, calling out your name and other profanities. You were right on the edge, just needed one more thing to push you over.

You felt his hot breath against your ear, “Cum for me Y/N.” It was whispered gently, but the way he bit down on your earlobe after left you with no doubt in your mind it was an order. Between that, the vibrator, feeling of cum leaking out of your ass around his cock, and his hand on your clit you were done for. The elastic that was keeping you together snapped and sent you flying off the cliff. You pussy squeezed around the dildo and you see stars.

When waves of pleasure stop running through your body you feel Gabe pull out of your ass, follow by cum dripping out of you, “Such a good girl.” You purr in response before collapsing on the bed. His arms coming around you and pulling you close.

#Overwatch #Overwatch fic #reaper x reader #reaper #gabe reyes #kinky #nsfw #fanfic #reader insert

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blackwatchladies · 6 years

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I hate to ask, but is this blog still active or has it been abandoned?

We are still active but due to a very busy and demanding work schedule and vacations, we decided to take a hiatus but then never had time to make a post. I apologize for the delay in response.

We should resume in September.

-Mod Noelle

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blackwatchladies · 6 years

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May I request some soulmate headcanons for mcsombra and/or mercykill, please?

Ask and you shall receive!

MercyKill Soulmate Headcanons

She is an optimist, he is a pessimist, they balance each other out

She knows how to calm him down when gets into a mood

He knows that when she's having a bad day to bring her ice cream and make a blanket fort in the living room

They bicker like an old married couple

He watches Disney movies with her without complaining, she watched superhero movies with him without complaining

They wear a cute couple costume every Halloween

They have a grey kitten named Smokey and tabby named Tigger

McSombra Soulmate Headcanons

They love to have fun together

Have an ongoing prank war with one another

Their last vacation was completely spontaneous

He always lets her have the last cookie

She makes sure they always have his favourite chips in the house

They host big parties for each other's birthdays

They have a chocolate lab named Ombre

- Mod Raven

#Anonymous #overwatch headcanons #sombra x mccree #mercy x reaper #MercyKill #angela ziegler #jesse mccree #Reaper #sombra #mccree #Mercy #mod raven #Overwatch

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blackwatchladies · 6 years

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Hello! Can I get some Gabriel Reyes angst with fem s/o? Perhaps where the reader dies on a mission that Gabriel wasn’t on? I understand if you don’t want to write it!

Hi! You can absolutely get some Gabriel Reyes! This fic took on a life of its own and turned out way longer than I thought it would, I hope you enjoy! It starts off with a little fluffy and then turns into one giant pool of angst.

- Mod Raven

Reader Insert MasterlistCharacter x Character Masterlist

Skyfall

A pretty typical scene was playing out in the hanger. Agents were buzzing around getting ready for whatever mission awaited them that day, hanger staff were prepping the jets, and Gabe was trying to convince Y/N not to go on a mission without him; as per his custom whenever he couldn’t go with her.

“Gabe, honey, I’m going to be okay. We’re just attending the convention, getting some intel and I’ll be doing some translating. It doesn’t get much safer than that. I won’t even see any action.” She tells him giggling, stretching up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you, Carino?” Inquired Gabe, pulling Y/N into a giant hug, “It would almost be like a mini vacation for us.”

Before Y/N got a chance to answer Jack cut in, “Absolutely not, Gabe you are not allowed to be anywhere near Italy right now. Besides I wouldn’t send her in if I didn’t think it was safe.”

“Don’t worry boss,” said McCree walking up to the trio, “I’ll keep an eye on her for you. We know how you worry.”

“See,” Y/N said keeping your arms wrapped around Gabe, “I’ll be perfectly safe, and I’ll be home in three days time. Just in time for our one-year anniversary. Jack wouldn’t dare risk Ana’s anger if I wasn’t here for whatever she has in mind.”

Gabe looked over at Jack and saw him vigorously nodding his head in agreement, “I suppose you’re right. I just worry about you when I’m not around to watch your back.” He presses a gentle kiss against her temple.

“I’ll see you in three days sweet cheeks,” wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him for a passionate kiss, “I love you, Gabe.”

“I love you too Y/N” he watched as she boarded the jet. She turned around at the top and waved before the door closed. Turning to Jack he said, “I have a bad feeling about this one.”

“Don’t worry Gabe, it’s going to be okay,” he replied placing his hand on his shoulder, “She has Jesse and Moira watching her back.”

The two men stood there until the jet was no longer in sight, “Still something doesn’t feel right Jack, and it’s not just because I’m not going with her.” He could feel it in the pit of his stomach.

Jack looked at the other man, Gabe’s arms were crossed, and his lips were pressed together in a slight frown, “Come on, let’s go for a run. Some fresh air will help.”

Two Days Later

Gabe leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms up over his head. He just finished yet another report and he needed a break. “Maybe I’ll go for a run,” he thought to himself. With a quick look out the window, he saw the sun shining and decided that would be the perfect distraction. He has been a little antsier this past week since Y/N went out on that mission without him. Jesse was more than capable of keeping her safe. Plus, Moira was there along with Amandla, another agent he personally recruited. He just always felt better when he was able to go with her and watch her back. He knew he was being overly paranoid about Y/L being gone, but he just had this gut feeling he couldn’t shake. “A run is definitely needed,” he thought, grabbing his gym bag.

A knock sounded at his office door before Ana Amari appeared in his sightline, “Gabe, do you have a minute?” She asked tonelessly with barely concealed pity on her face.

“I was going to go out for a run, but for you, I can make a minute.” He laughed leaning back against the door frame, “What’s up?”

Ana stood there and pointed towards his chair, “Why don’t you have a seat, Gabe?” She watched his smile slip and brows pull together in confusion, but he took a seat anyways. She made herself comfortable in the other chair in front of his desk. “I don’t want to have to do this, she was perfect for him,” thought Ana taking a deep breath. “Gabe, there has been an accident in Italy.” She paused, a look of understanding dawned on Gabe’s face, quickly replaced with grief, and then anger.

“Is she okay?” His voice sounded hollow even to himself. He knew if Ana was here and telling him to sit that everything wasn’t okay, “What happened to her?”

This was the part Ana was dreading. “There was an explosion at the convention. We think the goal was to take out the President during his speech, Y/N was translating for him. She was too close to the blast. There was nothing anyone could do. By the time Jesse got there, she was gone. I’m so sorry Gabe.” She placed her hand on his leg and felt him tense under her touch.

The colour drained out of Gabe’s face, his head was racing, he didn’t know what to think, “She can’t be gone, she can’t be. I should’ve been there. I could’ve protected her, I could’ve…” he trailed off, his voice cracking, “I should have been there Ana. I should have protected her.” Unshed tears began to fell down his face.

“Don’t worry Gabe, we’ll get the bastards that did this, I promise,” she stood up, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know.”

“Thanks, Ana, I will.” He gave her a sad smile and waited until she left his office. Flopping himself back into his desk chair he picked up one of the only photos on his desk. It was a picture of him and Y/N at the fair eating cotton candy with the Farris wheel in the background. They both looked truly happy and with that, the tears started to fall down his face.

***

Amandla walked down the hallway towards Gabe’s office in a daze, her expression closed off. It felt weird to be back here without Y/N. “It should be Y/N giving this gift to Gabe, not me. I’m a poor substitute.” She thought to herself, pushing open the door to reception. Only to be greeted by Ana, “Captain.”

“I’m sorry, I knew you two were close.” Remarked Ana, carefully pulling her into a hug, “How is your arm?”

“It’ll heal,” she said thoughtfully, “All things considered, I think I got the better end of the deal.” Sadness clouded over her features while recognize dawned on Ana’s face.

“Gabe is in his office if you’re looking for him. Amandla, if you need anything just let me know okay?”

With a nod of her head, Amandla turned to face the door leading into Gabe’s office. Her good hand clenched into a fist at her side. She willed it to rise and knock on his door. She heard the muffled reply and took that as her invitation to enter. She owned her friend at least this much.

“Commander,” she greeted before making herself at home in one of the chairs in front of his desk, “How are you?”

He lifted his shoulders in a half shrug, “Been better.”

Amandla was shocked to hear his voice sound so dead. She was expecting him to display some form of emotion, probably anger, grief, or sadness, however, she wasn’t expecting him to be so unemotional; it was unsettling. She looked down to the ground to compose herself. “She wanted you to have this Gabe. I shared a hotel room with Y/N on this mission and she bought this on our first day there.” She set the bag down on the table, “I’m sorry Gabe. I really am.”

“Your arm, what happen to it?” He may have been looking at you, but his eyes were a million miles away, swimming in a sea of emotions.

“It’s broken, the force of the explosion knocked me back.” She paused as she took in the sight of his eyebrows snapping together, “When I heard the mechanical whirl sound, I ran towards the stage trying to grab Y/N and pull her off the stage. But I was too late. The next thing I remember is waking up on the plane and McCree informing me of what happened. I’m sorry I couldn’t save her Gabe.”

Gabe could see the tears forming in her eyes, “It’s okay Amandla. You did everything you could, thank you for trying.” He told her, hoping his voice at least sounded somewhat appreciative.

Once she left the office Gabe opened the bag and pulled out a bottle of Scottish whiskey. A piece of paper fell to the floor and he noticed her elegant writing on it. He warily picked up the note and examined it.

Gabe, I hope you enjoy this as much as I think you will. I love you!

For the second time that day Gabe sobbed in his office.

***

Jesse paced circles outside of Gabe’s office door. He had just gotten back from that godforsaken mission a few hours ago. After debriefing and a quick visit to medical he made his way to the commander’s office with every intention of going in to talk to him, however, he couldn’t bring himself to knock on the door. He didn’t know what to do or what to say.

Ana looked up from her paperwork and saw the cowboy still pacing outside of Gabe’s door and decided to go speak to him, “Jesse, just go talk to him. It wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t have done anything. He’s your friend, he needs you right now.”

With a sigh, he admitted she was right. Knocking on the door he waited until he heard Gabe call out inviting him inside. Once inside he looked around, if he didn’t know better he’d assume it was just another day, with the exception of the half empty bottle of whiskey on his desk. “Gabe…”

“Don’t,” he snarled, “Whatever you’re going to say Jesse just don’t.”

McCree drew his bottom lip in between his teeth, thinking about his options. Once he settled on a course of action he walked over to Gabe, “Hold out your hand” he said softly.

Gabe unclenched his fist and held his hand out to McCree, “I thought you might want to have this.” When Gabe looked down to see what was in his hand he drew in a sharp breath and fell back into his chair, his legs suddenly weak. In his hand rested a silver necklace with elephant pendant.

“I got her this on an undercover mission, she said it fit her because she never forgot anything,” he gave a mirthless laugh at that, “I thought it was cute because the eye was emerald that matched the striking green colour of her eyes. You should’ve seen her face when I pulled out my wallet to buy it for it. That was the first moment I knew she was who I wanted to spend my life with. That she was the one I couldn’t live without.”

“Gabe,” the cowboy started, reaching his hand out towards him before thinking better of it, “I’m sorry I couldn’t keep her safe.” He finished in a defeated tone of voice.

Gabe chuckled darkly, “It was my job to keep her safe, not your job. I should have been there. I should’ve fought harder to be there. Damn the rules to hell.”

Gabe stood and poured them each a generous measure of whiskey, handing a glass to McCree, “To Y/N,” He offered, raising his glass into the air, “She was the best out of all of us.” He finished, bottom lip trembling.

“To Y/N.” Echoed McCree raising his glass to meet Gabe’s before downing his drink.

***

It was two days before the funeral when a knock rang out through the apartment. When the door whooshed open Jack’s, eyebrows raised in surprise. He wasn’t expecting Gabe to look like a million dollars, but he didn’t expect him to look this bad either. His skin looked ashen, his eyes glistened with unshed tears, and his usually clean-shaven face was sporting the beginnings of a beard.

“Angela sent me over with supper and some of her famous chocolate chip cookies.” He said pushing his way past Gabe and into his kitchen, “She made taco salad. Best to eat it while it’s still fresh. Why don’t you sit down on the couch and I’ll bring it over?” Jack didn’t wait for any sign of confirmation before getting to work. He had helped Y/N many times do the dishes after she hosted a supper, he knew where everything was. His heart constricted when he thought of her and then of his friend suffering on the other side of the room. With the two plates, he sat down on the couch beside Gabe.

“I got us each a beer,” Gabe said gruffly, clearing his throat. “Thank you, and please tell your wife I really appreciate her keeping me in food this past little bit. Between her bringing me food, Emily keeping my fridge stocked, and Reinhart keeping me in German beer, I’ll never go hungry again.” A smile appeared on his face, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Jack knew it was forced.

The pair sat in silence, sharing a meal and drinking beer together. Once the dishes were done and put away Gabe turned to Jack, “Why wouldn’t you let me go with her?” He screamed, the words ripping out of his chest.

“Gabe…” started Jack at a loss for words, “My hands were tied, if I could have let you go with her I would’ve. You know after what happened during Retribution you aren’t allowed back in Italy right now.”

“Bullshit,” spat Gabe, his lips drawn back in a snarl, “I call bullshit. McCree and Moira got to go. I could’ve kept her save.”

“I know they did, and I know it seems unfair but unlike you, they aren’t such public figure and not as easily recognizable as you are.”

“I should have been there, I should have saved her. It should’ve been me and not her.” Gabe slammed his fist on the table for emphasis, his voice increasing in volume with each word. The tension in the room was thick but the next words from Gabe’s mouth shattered that in a matter of sections, “I let her down Jack. I failed her.”

Jack had never seen his friend so broken before. Sadness clouded his features as tears began to fall. Not knowing what else to do, Jack wrapped his arms around him and pulled into a hug. Gabe’s whole body shook as he released everything he has been holding on to since it happened.

Somewhere in the back of Gabe’s mind, he knew he’d have to apologize for everything he said to Jack. But for now, he let himself be comforted by his friend.

***

A few days later the majority of Blackwatch and Overwatch’s members arrived at their Switzerland base, only for a greatly different purpose than what they had originally planned on. Instead of arriving for an anniversary party for Blackwatch’s commander, they were here for a funeral of a fallen friend. One who happened to be the commander’s partner, killed in the line of duty. That alone would be enough to draw a crowd, in addition to the fact that Y/N was well liked, everyone wanted to pay their respects to their fallen friend. The mood was sombre as they made their way into the on-base chapel. There wasn’t an empty seat to be had, save for the front row, which was reserve red for he closest friends.

In a room off to the side of the chapel Jesse paced around the room, it was almost time to start and Gabe hasn’t been seen since the wake yesterday. It was a private event, reserved for those closest to her. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, it was Ana “He’ll be here Jesse, this isn’t easy for him. For any of us.”

“I know, I just wish he would let us help more. I’m worried about him.”

“Me too Jesse, me too,” she said pensively, “We have to give him space and be there for him when he is ready for our help.”

Just than Gabe walked into the room, only looking slightly worse for wear. His hair was combed, but he had dark circles under his red and somewhat swollen eyes. It was obvious he had been crying, no one in the room felt the need to mention it. They couldn’t imagine what he was going through.

“Sorry I’m late everyone,” he said looking at the floor, he couldn’t face their pity filled eyes again.

He looked up when he felt a hand rest on his shoulder, “Gabe…”

“I know Jack,” replied Gabe giving his head a slight nod to acknowledge Jack’s unspoken words of support, “I know.” His eyes followed Jack as he moved to go stand by Angela. Taking a deep breath, he let his eyes roam around the room. Fareeha stood next to Jesse, Lena and Emily were talking to Ana and Reinhard.

The chaplain poked his head in the door, “It’s time.”

A hush fell over the room as everyone moved to get in a line behind Gabe with Tracer at the end. They made their way into the chapel single file and occupied the seats saved for them in the front row. The ceremony moved by in a blur to Gabe until the chaplain motioned to him to come forward and deliver the eulogy. It was only when Ana gently nudged him in the side he realized what had to be done.

With an outward calm, he didn’t really feel he made his way up to the podium. He let his eyes roam over the crowd and landed on some familiar faces. Angela’s hand was on Jack’s legs in a comforting way; a package of tissues sat on her own lap. Jesse was gripping Fareeha’s hand so hard his knuckles were white, Gabe knew that the young man still felt guilty he couldn’t save her. Next, his eyes landed on Amandla, her lower lip was drawn between her teeth in an effort to remain in control of her emotions. Beside her sat Tracer, drawing support from the older women beside her. Emily stood over by the door, she took it upon herself to help prepare the refreshments for after the funeral. She had been close to Y/N and wanted to help in some way. Moira sat there, her face devoid of emotions. Finally, his eyes landed on Ana. She caught his eyes and gave him and an encouraging smile.

He gripped the podium with shaky hands, drawing a breath he looked at the mostly scratched out notes in front of him. “In the whole two and half years that I have known Y/N she has done nothing but make my life better. For example, I know most of you think that nice green plant on my desk is a new one to replace the old one. Only the truth is Y/N nursed that mostly dead ivy back to life. If I let that thing die I have no doubt in my mind she will come back, just to smack me upside the head if nothing else.”

He paused while laughter ran out from the crowd, “I know a lot of you have interacted with Y/N personally or know of someone who has. She was the sweetest, caring, and kind individual I’ve ever known. She would bake cookies and leave them in the break rooms, she would always be willing to help someone out, and would always be there if you needed a friend. But if you crossed her there was no safe place in the world or you. I would know since I was frequently the target of her ire.” He chuckled darkly.

Gabe looked over to the casket, the flag of the Y/N’s country draped on top, then back out to the crowd, “I know Y/N meant a lot to you, but you all meant a lot to her. Ana and Angela, she looked at you both like the mothers she never had. Jesse, she thought of you as her older brother. Amandla, you were her best friend and like a sister to her. Tracer and Emily, you guys were also like her sisters and she loved competing with you guys in everyone from. Fareeha you were the crazy cousin, you two were thick as thieves and always getting into to trouble. Moira she didn’t know you well but wanted to learn more about you. Last but certainly not least, Jack and Reinhart, she thought of you like her fathers. She was always scared that she would let you two down somehow. She never had a family of her own but made one for herself when she joined up and all our lives are better for knowing her. I know mine certainly was.”

Ana passed him a tissue as Gabe took his place beside her. The rest of the memorial passed by for Gabe much like the first half did, in a blur. The next thing he knew it was time to carry the casket out. Gabe had received special permission to have Y/N buried under her favourite tree. Gabe moved to the front right of the casket, Jack the front left, Ana the back right, and Jesse on the back left. As they made their way out of the room the processional party followed behind them. Everyone else stayed seated and watched a live feed on the TV.

The pallbearers set the casket down on a stand and stood off to the side while the rest of the party filled in around the grave. Jack, Ana, Jesse, and Angela folded up the flag and handed it to Jack. He turned to stand in front of Gabe, “She will always be remembered and part of our family.” He said before presenting the flag.

Gabe took the flag, “Thank you, Jack,” he turns to everyone, “Thank you all for everything you have done for me.”

One by one the party tossed a simple red rose into her grave before making their way back to the chapel. Where the mingled with fellow agents and shared their favourite stories and memories of Y/N.

One Year Later

Gabe stood in front of her tombstone and he was at a loss for what to say. “It’s been a year, I miss you more than anything Y/N. It’s the kind of day you’d love, it is nice and sunny with just enough of a breeze to fly a kite. I know you’d drag me out here away from my paperwork and I’d pretend grumble about it, but we both know I’d love it. Not much has changed here, we’re all still healing. Ana and Angela have taken it upon themselves to host a family meal every Sunday for those of us who are around. Fareeha and Jesse got married and are expecting a baby, if it’s a girl they plan on naming her after you. They’ve asked me to be the godfather. Tracer and Emily are still working at keeping the fridge stocked. I’ll come back from missions and just find it filled with homemade meals. Reinhart is still as loud and cheerful as ever and still brings me German beer. Amandla got herself a girlfriend, she’s really nice too, you’d have liked her. Jack is still as solid as ever. He’s always there when the days are bad. So, don’t worry about me Carino, I’m in good hands here.”

He set the bouquet of red roses down in front of her tombstone and turned around, surprise gracing his features, “How long have you been there for?”

“Not long,” replied Ana, “We waited until you were finished before we came over.”

“The bench was a nice touch, Gabe,” said Jack before reading the plaque, “In loving memory of Y/N. May you continue to be a ray of sunshine.”

“It seemed fitting,” a flush crept up Gabe’s neck, “She was a ray of sunshine.”

Ana made her way in between the two men and wrapped her arms around their waist, “We should get going, Angela won’t be happy if we’re late and the food goes cold.”

The trio made their way back to the apartment shared by Jack and Angela in comfortable silence. Each reflecting on the various changes the year brought and wishing that a certain someone would be here to see everything that has been, and has yet to be, accomplished.

- Mod Raven

#Anonymous #mod raven #gabriel reyes x reader #angst #overwatch #overwatch fic

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blackwatchladies · 6 years

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Could i get some nsfw hcs for the trash boy (junkrat)?

Coming right up! Enjoy!

Warning: NSFW

A bit of an exhibitionist (likes to do it in his lab)

Is into wax play

Is into orgasm denial (giving and receiving)

Likes anal sex (giving and receiving)

Enjoys impact play

Bit of a switch

Has a collection of anal sex toy

Loves to cuddle after sex

- Mod Raven

#Anonymous #junkrat x reader #overwatch headcanons #mod raven #nsfw

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Headcannons for dating Blackwatch! McCree (nsfw and sfw if possible) thank u !

You’re welcome, enjoy! :)

Warning: NSFW below

Reader Insert MasterlistCharacter x Character Masterlist

SFW

Likes to have a date night at least once a month

Does the little things you ask him to do without complaint

Removes or kills bugs that have found their way into the apartment

Teaches you how to ride horses

Spends Sunday mornings lazily cuddled up to you

NSFW

Loves to tease you mercilessly

Whispers all the dirty things the is going to later in your ear while out and about

Bought you vibrating underwear with a remote that he controls

Have done it in at least one public bathroom

Never cums until you have at least once

The sex is AMAZING, like really fabulous (You know it’s true)

- Mod Raven

#Anonymous #mod raven #McCree #Jesse McCree #overwatch headcanons

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blackwatchladies · 6 years

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Hello~! Could you do some headcanons on how Blackwatch Mccree would have a crush on someone?

Hi! That I can do, I hope you enjoy!

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Would be awkward about it and unsure how to act around them

Googles what he should do to impress them

Gives up and asks Gabe what he should do about his crush

Smiles every time they walk by

Pays more attention to them in groups and makes a point of turning down sexual advances from others

Always includes them in their plans

- Mod Raven

#Anonymous #mod raven #overwatch headcanons #McCree #Jesse McCree

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blackwatchladies · 6 years

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Hey guys! Here is a list of what we are currently working on. We will try to keep this up to date as we go.

Keep in mind this could change at any time and isn’t fully comprehensive so if you don’t see your request here don’t worry, we got it.

Please click here to see out rules if you want to send in a request and click here to submit.

Mod Raven

Blackwatch McCree having a crush headcanons

Blackwatch McCree dating headcanons (SFW & NSFW)

Trace with a mtf non-binary S/O

Tracer and Sombra try to recruit a reader who is very skilled in combat with a gift for stealth with their own agenda

Junkers separately crushing on an oblivious reader headcanons

A/B/O Hanzo rutting Mei in front of Junkrat so he knows not to mess with Mei

SFW headcanons for Hanzo and Mei (separately) realizing they are in love with their S/O

NSFW Junkrat headcanons

Poly Reaper76

McPharah anything (probably a fic)

McCree helping his very depressed S/O

WIdowmaker and Mercy coaxing their S/O back to bed (headcanons)

Soulmate McSombra and/or MercyKill headcanons

Lucio and reader dating where reader is 76’s daughter

WidowCree fluff and smut

D.Va dealing with depressed reader S/O

Reader is studying for finals with Lucio (Semi-NSFW)

Gabriel Reyes angst over dead reader (VERY ANGSTY! Mod Noelle went no when reading)

More Gabe angst

WidowHanzo headcanons (SFW & NSFW)

Own Stuff:

What’s in the Box Series Part 2 – Jack

Chapter 3 of Lady Justice Was Her Name (Ana/Reinhardt)

Widow/Tracer Smut

Mod Noelle

Hanzo and a fem!reader with humiliation and exhibitionism kink

McCree taking care of his female omega s/o after she awakens (late bloomer) as an omega

Zarya and her male S/O after a long day of working out? (nsfw)

Genji’s S/O was brainwashed awhile ago. While on a mission Genji discovers this Talon soldier he knocked out was his S/O

Moira and reader plan a trip to Ireland to visit her family. Moira finds reader practising Gaelic in preparation

Fic or HC about Gave meeting a fierce soldier who has the hots for him

Blackwatch Genji being the reader’s bodyguard

Headcanons of Blackwatch Moira acting with a new, clumsy, Blackwatch member

Fluffy Junkyatta headcanons

Hanzo or McCree or Both fisting their shy fem S/O

Blackwatch Mercy headcanons

Omega hiding behind her alpha plot with McCree, Hanzo, and Genji (headcanons)

Angsty/fluffy/smut request for McCree x reader

Frustrated Moira working in the lab when the fem S/O tries to ease the tension

Moira fucking reader with strapon

Angst for playboy Genji

Drabble of Widowmaker killing Moira’s S/O

Blackwatch boys with the “try to remember, we’re not actually dating… we’re undercover,” prompt

hc with the shimada bros, McCree, and Gabe about having a s/o who is self-conscious about their weight

Own Stuff:

Chapter 12 and 13 of Murder Lives Forever and so Does War

Chapter 2 of Give Me Your Electric Touch

Nobody Compares to You (Moira/Reader, New Work)

Genji/Reader Unnamed Fic

5 More Headcanons from Inbox

Both the Mods

McCree and Junkrat (separate) reactions to coming home and finding their S/O touching themselves

HC of Genji’s s/o that specializes in electricity and messed with his circuits (SFW & NSFW)

#mod raven #mod noelle #get to know the mods #ask the mods

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blackwatchladies · 6 years

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Hi!!! I'm glad I found your blog!! I wanted to know if you guys could write some female reader X Junkrat where she keeps calling him by cute nicknames and he doesn't know how to react... until someone else calls him by that and he goes like "only X can call me this!!". Anyways, thanks and good luck with your blog!!

Awee thank you so much! We’re really glad you found our blog! I hope you enjoy and continue to send us your request. Enjoy!

- Mod Raven

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The first time it happened it just slipped out of your mouth and his reaction was adorable you decided to keep doing it. He just kind of froze, his face going red as he tried to stutter out the rest of his sentence. You were sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on your coffee and checking out his ass. Junkrat was standing at the counter with his back to you, waiting for the rest of the toast to finish.

“Do you mind passing me the honey honeybuns?” You smirked as he passed it to you, “Thanks.”

“Y-Y-You’re welcome.” He stuttered, before turning his attention back to the toast.

The next time it happened had been deliberate. You two had been relaxing at home all cuddled up on the couch watching Netflix.

“Y/N what do you want to do for supper tonight?” He asked, pulling the blankets up around you two.

“Whatever you want Honeybuns, I’m not that picky.” You felt his body tense up under yours. Looking up you noticed his face was flushed. He caught you looking at him and buries his face in your hair.

“Chinese food it is.” He mumbled.

Present Day

You look yourself over in the mirror, deeming your outfit appropriate, “Honeybuns, we’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up!”

“Honeybuns?” he asks, walking into the room with an eyebrow raised, “You look great by the way Y/N!”

“I’m glad you like it,” giggling you give a little twirl, feeling confident in your choice. You’re wearing a navy off the shoulder dress with cherries on it I thought it would be the perfect dress for the company picnic. “Speaking of, do you mind getting the tray of wraps from the fridge honeybuns?” Enjoying the blush, you see creeping up his neck.

“Do you have to call me that?” He questions, “I don’t have a cute name for you and never know how to respond” he finishes somewhat lamely.

You walk over to him, heels clicking with every step of the way, and lean over and kiss his cheek “Would you prefer sugar lips to honeybuns?” Pointing to his cheek you walk out of the apartment, turning back to look at him in time to see him wiping lipstick from his cheek.

You two make your way to the field and see kids playing and three giant tables filled with food, “Baby did you remember to grab the cookies from the counter?

You unlink your arm from his and pull out a tin from your purse, “Of course I did honeybuns. The kids would never forgive me if I left the chocolate cookies at home. Come to think of it McCree might kill me if I did.” She added as an afterthought.”

“Do you have to call me that here?” He whispered into her ear, “What if someone hears you?”

“Why honeybuns, are you embarrassed that your girlfriend has a cute pet name for you?” You ask jokingly, but somewhat serious. You didn’t want to keep using the pet name if he truly hated it.

He crossed his arms and looked down at the ground before answering, “No it’s not that. I’m just no good at this stuff, as much as I wish it were different, plus I have no sweet pet name for you…” he trailed off.

“Oh Jamison,” you lean over and pull him into a hug, “I think you’re great at this! I don’t need some pet name to show me that you care, you show that through the things you for me.” You pull away and look into his eyes, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. “Now go enjoy the picnic honeybuns!” You command, playfully slapping his ass.

You spent the next half an hour floating from group to group talking to Overwatch members and their families. Ana promised to teach you how to make sweet cookies, you set a time to go on a run with Widow, and Pharah asked you and Junkrat over for supper the next day. You were just about to go check in with Jamison when some of the kids ran up to you.

“Tag, you’re it!” Yelled a little blonde child before the group broke up and ran away.

“Look out guys,” you cry kicking off your heels in preparation, “I’m going to get you.”

You take off, chasing the group of kids around the open field. You managed to tag one of them turned to sprint away, without looking to see where you were going. The next thing you knew you found yourself flat on your ass. “I’m so sorry,” you stammer gathering your wits about you.

“Y/N are you okay?” Asked Junkrat, holding out his hand out to help you up.

You gladly take it and nod your head, “I’m fine, I just wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. I was playing tag with the kids.” You explain turning to look at them, “Why don’t you kids keep playing your game, maybe tag Lena and see if she’ll pay with you.” The kids were eager to play and rushed off to find Lena with an enthusiastic cheer.

He reaches out towards you and brushes some dirt off your dress, “I’m glad you’re okay. In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have brought you a plate of food while you were running around.”

You press a kiss to his cheek and notice the small group of people forming around you guys. The group consisted of Roadhog, Pharah, McCree, and some of the others junkers you don’t know that well.

“You guys okay?” Asked Pharah looking them over for any injuries.

You nod once, “Yeah, I was playing tag with the kids and didn’t pay attention to where I was going and ran into this solid hunk of man.” You could see him turning red from the corner of your eye and it takes all your willpower not to laugh at him right now.

“It looks like you sat in some honey at some point Junkrat,” pointed out Roadhog, “Maybe we should call you honeybuns from now on.”

“How did you manage to sit in honey anyways honeybuns?” Inquired McCree with hardly contained glee.

You expected Jamison to walk away or try to change the topic like he usually did when placed in uncomfortable situations, instead what he did surprised you.

“Only Y/N can call me honeybuns!” He cried passionately to the group, pulling you to his side to prove a point. “So, you guys will have to find a different nickname for me!”

Now it was your turn to blush as the group around you laughed.

- Mod Raven

#jinxed-jullie #mod raven #junkrat x reader #Overwatch

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