i need reader playing with soldier 76's nipples. please i will love you forever
dudeee yess,,, jack has some pretty nice tits on him i'd say. its more noticeable when when he's wearing tighter shirts, one or two sizes too small and most likely having been shrinked in the wash. he doesn't seem to really mind though-- nor does he mind your touchiness when you come close. slightly groping the softness of his stomach and chest as he's making himself coffee in the morning. he mutters a raspy 'good morning' that's music to your ears and a happy little hum from when you press firm kisses to the back of his neck. he eventually shoos you away so he can make breakfast without your clingyness... which honestly does not last very long.
as jack is making the eggs, you sneak back into the kitchen and lean against his back- kissing exposed skin as he sighs and is about to scold you from almost making him drop the eggshells into the pan until your thumb brushes over his nipple "accidentally". he sucks in a sharp breath, giving you the stink eye and a slight pout that made him even more irresistible.
so of course, the only natural reaction was to slip your hands underneath jack's shirt right? squeezing his chest and muttering softly in his ear about how much you missed him in bed. you don't miss how his hands shake slightly and you pinch n slightly roll his nipple,, his ears turning red as he's unable to hide his embarrassment and slight arousal. his attention drawn away completely from the pan as you bite down and suck a hickey onto his neck. the soft groan that falls from his lips is heavenly, so you just have to capture them with your own right?
all these touches result in the bacon and eggs burning and jack chewing you out for distracting him. but at least his red face and bruised neck means you'll be having another type of breakfast after this was done.
haha um if you wrote this soldier 76/(cis)m!reader i would love you forever: (bottom soldier: 76, and post-fall of ovw plz) so reader and 76 recently got together romantically, and this is their first time having sex with each other. but since soldier 76 has been alone and surrounded by negativity for so long, he gets really overwhelmed from the tenderness during it and starts to cry (not sad tears, just overwhelmed). reader takes care of him and they have tender sex. thank you <3
Tear in His Heart
Pairing: Soldier 76 x Male Reader
Warnings: There's probably an age difference, crying during sex, first time sex
Word count: 1776
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You were sitting on Soldier’s bed, waiting for the man to come back. It was his birthday today- you wanted to surprise him. A neatly wrapped present sat on the bed next to you, all you needed now, was your boyfriend.
An hour passed, and then two, then the sun was casting an orange hue into the room through the window. Still, you waited. You decided to start on a nice dinner. You had gone out to get groceries and decided to pick up a couple steaks since you knew Jack liked them.
It was your plan to make them for dinner anyway. The sun had disappeared by the time dinner was done. The table was set, candles lit, wine set to the side. It seemed to be perfect timing.
As you finished up the steaks, Jack came in through the door. Even just looking at him, you could tell he was exhausted. His movements were sluggish as he removed his shoes and jacket.
“Are you hurt?” You ask, walking over to him so you could take his jacket so you could wash it later. Jack shook his head before removing the visor he wore out.
It had taken a long time for Jack to trust you enough to remove it. You had never pushed it. And it only happened after you’d expressed romantic interest in him that he removed it for the first time. It had flustered you and you spent almost an hour tracing over his facial features, pressing kisses over scars and telling him just how handsome he was.
You did the same then. You draped his jacket over the arm of the couch before bringing him in for a soft kiss. Jack relaxed against you, you could feel it. He let out a deep breath as he returned the kiss. “I made dinner and I’ve got something for you in your room.”
“What’s the occasion?” Even his voice sounded tired. His usual gruff, almost commanding voice was quiet, soft.
“Your birthday, Jack.” You had laced your fingers with his and were gently pulling him towards the set table. “I wanted to do something nice for it.”
“You didn’t have to,” he murmurs, pulling your hand up to kiss the back of it. You smiled, returning the gesture.
“I know, but I wanted to treat you tonight. If you’d allow me to of course.”
“I- Thank you, dear,” Soldier whispered, pulling his chair back so he could sit. “What did you make?”
You headed back into the kitchen, bringing out the steaks for him. “A couple steaks and some sides. I bought some wine as well,” you hum, offering one of the steaks to the man. He thanked you as he pulled it onto his plate.
Soldier waited for you to sit across from him with your own food before he started eating. You made idle talk with him as you ate. The longer the two of you spoke, the more relaxed Soldier became.
Once dinner was done and you finished cleaning up, you led Soldier back to his room. The gift was still sitting where you left it. “I know it’s not much, but I really wasn’t sure what to get you,” you apologized, handing Jack the gift.
He took it, weighing it in his hands before opening it. You sat on his bed again, watching for his reaction. Soldier held the picture in his hands, staring at it. Your leg bounced, nervous he didn’t like it.
A smile graced his features and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Soldier set the frame on a nightstand by his bed before coming back to stand in front of you. “Thank you,” he hums, leaning down to kiss you.
“I’m glad you like it,” you grin, resting your hands on Jack’s hips. He was the one to move into your lap. His hands moved to your shoulders before they ran up your neck and cupped your cheeks. He kissed you with desperation that he hadn’t before, like a man starved.
His hips rolled into yours and he moaned into your mouth. Blunt nails scraped over your cheeks before rough fingers slipped back down your neck and down the back of your shirt. Your own hands slipped under his shirt to rest directly on the skin above his pantline.
A shiver went up Soldier’s spine and he choked on a breath as he pulled away. For once, his usual put together appearance was messy. Spit had accumulated on his chin, running down it as he panted. His nails dug into the skin of your back, scratching over your skin.
Soldier seemed to get his senses back. He apologized quickly, trying to push himself off your lap. You tightened the grip you had on him in response.
“We can do it,” you whisper, nails pressing into Jack’s skin. “We can go slow.”
He nodded, shifting in your lap. “Please.”
You pressed another kiss to his lips before you stood up with him in your arms. He tensed, arms squeezing around your neck out of fear you would drop him. You moved him so he was laying down at the head of the bed and climbed atop of him. Soldier squirmed a bit to get comfortable before he pulled you down into a kiss.
One of his hands wrapped around the back of your neck while yours traveled back up his shirt, pressing into the skin of his tummy. The kisses stayed slow, both of you feeling each other up. Clothes were slowly removed, both of you taking the time to admire the other’s body.
You traced over scars on his torso, watching goosebumps rise to the man’s skin. Every touch set his skin on fire, he was choking on breaths, arching into your touch. Your chest pressed against his when you pulled him into another kiss and he felt your heartbeat against his own. It was euphoric.
Your lips trailed across his jaw and down his neck while you worked his pants off. Soldier lifted his hips enough so you could pull his jeans off, hearing them thump to the floor next to the bed.
“Jack, if you need me to stop or slow down, tell me. I want this to feel as good for you as it will for me,” you whisper against his skin, your fingers dancing just above the waist of his boxers. “Alright?”
You felt him nod and you took it as your sign to remove the last bits of clothing separating your skin from his. Both of you were hard and you could see the nervousness in Jack’s eyes as he glanced at your dick.
“Do we need to stop?” You ask quietly, running your hands soothingly over his sides. “Is it too much?”
“No. Please no,” Jack breathed, pulling you down into a kiss. “Not now.”
You reached for the bottle of lube you kept in Jack’s apartment, popping it open and pouring a decent amount on your fingers. He tensed when he felt your finger circle around his rim. You waited for him to relax again and when his hips wiggled impatiently, you pressed the digit into him.
He cursed, clenching down on your finger as he pulled you down into another kiss. You started pumping your finger into him, watching him for any signs of discomfort. Second and third fingers were quick to join due to Jack’s impatience. He was begging against your lips for you to take him, whispering that he needed you.
Jack watched as you spread lube over your dick before you lined up with him. He was trying to stay relaxed, taking deep breaths as he waited for you to push in.
You pressed the tip in and heard the sharp inhale it brought from your lover. His teeth were grit as you slowly pushed in, leaning down to kiss him in an attempt to help keep him relaxed. You bottomed out, letting a moan melt into Jack’s mouth.
The proximity was new to both of you. You were skin to skin almost everywhere, you could hear his heartbeat and you were sure he could hear yours.
When you pulled away from the kiss, you noticed tears building up in his eyes. You cupped his face, using your thumbs to brush stray tears off of his cheeks. “Are you alright, Jack? Do I need to stop?” You ask, concern evident in your voice and on your face. “Are you hurt?”
Jack let out a choked sob, shaking his head. Words seem to evade him and all he could do was pull you back down to press a shaky kiss to your cheek. His hips shifted and it forced your dick deeper inside of him and caused him to whimper quietly. “I’ll be gentle,” you whisper, slowly rolling your hips into Jack’s.
You shared kisses with each other, hands traveling wherever they could reach. Jack scratched over your back and shoulders as he moaned, legs locking behind you to keep you close. One of your hands jerked him off in pace with your thrusts, offering him the stimulation he wanted, needed.
Tears still glistened in his eyes, threatening to spill with every roll of your hips into his. He looked so pretty.
Your name fell from his lips over and over again when he wasn’t kissing you, desperation obvious in his voice. It was a change of scenery to see Jack so desperate beneath you. But goddamn was it a beautiful sight. Cheeks flushed red, lips puffy and wet from where you’d been kissing him, tears wet in his eyes as he looked up at you.
“Fuck Jack, you’re so fucking pretty,” you whisper, leaning down to kiss him again. Jack arched into you, the moan he gave almost sounding like a sob as his dick twitched in your hand. A couple more thrusts into him had him coming in your hand. You jerked him through his orgasm before you pulled out of him and came along his inner thighs.
He laid boneless against the bed as he caught his breath and as you went to get a wet rag so you could clean him off. Once both of you were cleaned up and redressed, you both laid down in the bed.
Jack laid on your chest while you ran your hands through his hair and ran them along his neck. “Happy birthday, Soldier,” you hum with a smile, tracing a heart into his skin.
You felt Jack chuckle and heard him whisper a thank you before the room fell to silence and you both eventually drifted off to sleep.
This is really important to me because my own parents don’t support me so I want you to write it.
Could you write a trans ftm reader coming out to Ana, Reinhardt and Soldier, I need the comfort and acceptance.
Thank you sm Yazz, I love youuu.
This means so much to me that you would trust me to write something like this. I hope I have done this some justice and I hope it doesn't make you cry too much my love. ♥
(lets ignore Torb and Reyes in this gif, okay? Okay.)
Ana / Reinhardt / Soldier x Trans FTM Reader
Word count: 1665
The thought had been weighing you down for months. For years have you felt that you were in the wrong body, never really fit in with the other women. Never really fit in anywhere, but being at Overwatch made you feel like you were home. Surrounded people who always had your back, whether in battle or on base recuperating for the next assignment. Overwatch was home.
Sitting there, wide awake at 3am made you wonder when the right time to say something was. Of course, keeping silent meant that everyone still referred to you by your deadname, the pronouns you had grown to hate. That wasn’t you, never had been. You hated your body, the female traits that you had grown to hate and the chest that you bound so you seemed more masculine, more like you.
You had to tell someone before it eats you alive.
Pulling off the blankets from your body, slipping into something more comfortable, you head out of your living quarters and seek one person out. One person you knew who’d be understanding no matter the circumstances, someone who would be awake at this time.
The anxiety was at an all time high as you wander the base halls. The lights flickering above you as you walk, the hum of the electricity flowing to the next light. You try to keep as calm as you could, feeling your body tremble as you near the mess hall, but all movement stopped just beside the entrance when you hear the one woman you needed to speak to laughing.
Only when another laugh roared out alongside hers did it break a smile on your face.
The woman hushed the laughing man before speaking. “Don’t be scared, come on in.”
With a slight hesitation, you enter the room, seeing both Ana and Reinhardt sitting on the sofa. They look over at you standing in the doorway.
“What ever is the matter?” Reinhardt speaks up, German accent thick and a look of concern on his face as he sees the worry in yours.
“You look absolutely petrified.” Ana remarks. She pats the space between the two of them, signaling for you to come and sit beside them. “Come, what’s on your mind, sweetie?” Her voice was so soft, you swear you could listen to her talk for hours, no matter the subject at hand.
Sitting between their bodies, you look down at your hands that were clasped together, a tight grip that made your knuckles white.
Reinhardt adjusts his position, they both did as they sat straight, looking down at you with nothing but concern.
“Is everything okay?” Reinhardt places a hand on your back, the size difference enough to make you feel smaller than you already were.
“I… I need to tell you something.” You start, your body beginning to shake once more, then the rambling begins. “I- I was only planning on telling you, Ana. I didn’t think you’d both be in here. I’m worried about what you’d think of me after I tell you, scared you might not want to work with me anymore. You two… You two have been better parents to me than my actual parents and you’re not even my parents. I consider you two to be, though, oh god I really do… I feel safe with you two…”
“What’s wrong?” Ana places her hand just beneath Reinhardts on your back. Her other hand resting on top of your hands that were shut so tight around each other that it was hurting you.
Then there was a knock at the door. “Am I intruding?”
“Jack? What are you doing up so late?” Ana turns around to see commander Morrison stood in the doorway, sleep evident in his eyes.
“You can hear Wilhelms laugh from across the base.” Jack moves his way around the room, heading straight for the coffee machine. “You know I’m a light sleeper, Amari. Besides, it’s a sleepless night for me.” His hands wrap around the mug, feeling the warmth in his palms.
“Seems like there’s a lot keeping us awake tonight.” Ana chuckles.
“What’s wrong, kid?” Jack moves to sit on the other sofa that was directly across from you. His eyes were tired, yet they were soft.
Reinhardt's hand moves on your back, rubbing up and down, soothing that anxiety almost instantly.
Now there were three of them surrounding you, but you didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. You felt safe being around those three. Ana, Reinhardt and Jack… Three soldiers who have had your back since the very first day you arrived, taken care of your wounds and made sure to bring you home safe from every bloody assignment.
Tears stream down your cheeks almost immediately. The overwhelming feeling of being safe, feeling the unconditional love from these three have finally come crashing down on you.
“Did I do something?” Jack questions, though there was a smile on his face.
“No- no. You haven’t done anything.” You laugh, wiping the tears away with the cuff of your sleeve.
“Why are you crying, dear?” Reinhardt speaks softly, hand not ceasing movement in soothing you.
“I just…” You sigh. You’re here now, there’s no going back.
All three of them are looking at you, waiting for you to speak. They don’t force you, they keep quiet. Jack sips his coffee, Ana keeps her hand on top of yours with her thumb soothing your knuckles and Reinhardt keeps rubbing your back.
It’s now or never…
You hesitate, keeping your head down. “I’m trans.”
There was a deafening silence. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, the room was starting to spin but one voice broke you out of that trance.
“What do we call you?” Ana asks.
“What…” You blink, looking up at her.
“Your name. What’s your name?” She smiles at you.
“[y/n].” You say. Your name. Not your deadname, not the name your parents so called “gifted” you with. Your name.
Ana repeats your name, almost a confirmation to her and her smile never wavers. She lets go of your hand and pulls you into a tight embrace.
“Forgive us.” She speaks.
“You haven’t done anything wrong.” You laugh, holding onto her and sobbing.
“It must’ve been years you’ve felt this way.” Her hand rubs the back of your head. “You’ve put up with us referring to you incorrectly for so long, and for that we owe you an apology.”
“No- no, please, don’t. I just… Didn’t know what to say or when to say it.” Your hands hold onto her, face buried into the crook of her neck.
“Then forgive us should we call you your old name.” Reinhardt speaks out, his hand returning to your back. “It’ll be a learning curve for us too.”
You shake your head as you pull away from Ana. “No, please don’t feel bad if you do.”
Reinhardt doesn’t waste anytime in pulling you in for a hug either. His larger form enveloping you, almost swallowing you in his arms. He was warm.
“We love you for who you are, [y/n].” Ana speaks, using your name. It sounded so real, so sweet coming form her. “We know the hardships you have been through. You are family here.”
“Overwatch is family…” You say, muffled against the larger mans chest.
“Overwatch is home.” Reinhardt says, looking over at Ana with the largest smile she had ever seen.
Jack, meanwhile, was sat watching this entire scene play out. His own smile was hidden behind the mug of coffee that had long since gone cold. He watched as you cried in their arms, watched as they both hugged you together, almost like a mother and father would do to their child.
“Suppose I better get some paperwork sorted.” He finally speaks.
You, Ana and Reinhardt look at him which throws Jack off guard.
“What?” He chuckles. “You want this official, kid?” Jack looks over at you and sees you nod, the sweetest smile on your face. “Then I will make it official.”
“Thank you.” Your voice was soft, tears in your eyes as you watch the commander stand up. He walks over to you and wraps his arms around you.
“You’re brave kid, strong too. We need you.” He says in your ear. “Welcome to the team, [y/n].”
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Days had since passed since you came out and you were already drafted for the next assignment. Reyes, Cassidy, Ana and Genji were there too, all of you seated around the table as Morrison debriefed you on what was happening.
“[y/n], you’ll be on security.” The commander speaks.
Cassidy and Genji look over at each other before the cowboy speaks out. “Who’s [y/n]?”
“Me.” You say proudly.
“Well I’ll be damned.” Cassidy smiles.
Genji nods, a smile also on his face.
“It’s about time.” Cassidy jests, looking at you and winking. “Had an inkling about you.”
“Don’t say it like that-” You laugh.
The cowboy grins from ear to ear before tipping his hat to you.
“You could tell with him but can’t tell when that damn archer is flirting with you?” Reyes chimes in.
That sparks an argument between Reyes and Cassidy, Genji sinking further into his seat as he tries to hide, not wanting to hear the absurdities coming from the pair.
Ana looks over at you as you’re watching the two men argue, a smile on your face, cheeks flushed from the happiness inside. Jack was too busy trying to get those two to shut up, their voices getting louder, but that didn’t matter to you.
You were accepted among them, even if the entire base didn’t know yet. Those that mattered most to you accepted you without any questions or hesitation. It was going to take some time for everyone to get used to your new name and pronouns, but you were just so overwhelmed with loved and acceptance that you didn’t care.
For once, you felt like you belonged. You were home.
Summary: in which your little crush on the Commander doesn't go unnoticed, and he wants to see just how far he can push you
CW: young! Soldier, Overwatch days, reader is shy + gets flustered easily, fainting, teasing, Soldier is a bastard
reader is described GN but is described to be blushing/having red cheeks a lot! i know this description may not fit everyone so i am putting this here to not waste time/ruin the immersion!
ok anyway im too lazy to write today so you guys can have my drafts lmao anyway enjoy <3 i am very down bad for this man anyway
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John Francis “Jack” Morrison: super soldier, Overwatch commander, the best of the best, and unfortunately for you, a total DILF.
The man was gorgeous. Despite working closely with him and Overwatch for years, you still couldn’t even look at him without getting flustered. Stuttered words and red cheeks had become a staple of your conversations with Jack, and all you could do was pray he didn’t notice.
Unbeknownst to you, it was common knowledge among the other agents of your little crush on the Commander. Jack himself had always found it somewhat cute regardless of the teasing he received from Ana and Reyes, and found himself wondering how much it would take to push you past the breaking point.
“L/n,” Jack’s voice boomed, “can I talk to you for a second?”
You squeaked, the tips of your ears burning, and approached him. You were painfully aware of the looks the two of you were receiving along the way.
“W-what’s up?”
“I was just wondering if you’d be open to taking on a mission next weekend.”
“Oh,” you looked everywhere but his eyes, trying to hide the desperate flush on your face. “I-I can for sure. Who’s all going?”
“It would just be you and I.”
If your face was burning before, it was an inferno now. A mission, all alone with Commander Morrison?
“I-I…”
“Come on, y/n,” he rested a hand on your shoulder.
His touch on your shoulder and the way he was looking at you sent butterflies to your stomach. You stuttered out a bunch of words that essentially meant ‘yes’, and that was good enough for the Commander. You walked away quickly, covering the lower half of your face with your hand.
Ana Amari laughed, “come on, Jack. Give y/n a break.”
“Mind your business,” the Commander said, but even he knew he was pushing you a little hard.
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It was the dead of night, and you were yet to sleep. It had been too hot and then too cold, and then your mind could not stop racing. Thoughts of Jack and the mission filled your head.
As soon as the clock ticked to 2:22am, you found yourself rolling out of bed and slipping your feet into your slippers. You tiptoed your way down the hall, being careful not to wake any of the other agents. You knew how skittish they could be, especially in the dead of night.
You made it to the kitchen and turned on the kettle, sitting at the counter and waiting for it to boil. Soft footsteps behind you made you whip your head around, your eyes settling on Jack.
You immediately flushed at what he was wearing. A pair of grey sweatpants, no shirt and bunny slippers. You couldn’t help but look at his bare chest. He was all shredded muscles and perfectly carved abs. Duh, he’s a super soldier, you thought.
“What are you still doing awake?” He asked, your eyes flicking up to meet his.
“I-I could ask you the same thing.”
He shot a glance at the steaming kettle, “couldn’t sleep, I guess.”
“Same here,” you nodded, your gaze once again slipping to his bare stomach.
He smirked, knowing full well where your gaze was. The words tumbled out before he could stop them, “like what you see?”
You instantly hid your face in your hands, trying to avoid looking at him. Jack cursed himself—he was normally so composed, so in control of himself. Yet, he couldn’t stop himself.
“Jack!” You squealed, voice going up an octave.
He laughed slightly, “hey, I’m just teasing.”
He wanted to say that he also liked what he saw, but he thought that was a little too far given your current state. Still, he thought you looked gorgeous. In your pyjamas, hair a complete mess, looking all sleepy and cute.
“S-still,” you mumbled, finally peeling your hands away from your face. You grabbed a mug from the cupboard and set a teabag in it, “I’m too tired for this.”
Jack backed off for now, deciding to give you a reprieve you from his teasing. The image of you all flustered and trying to hide your face was burned into his mind, and it would suffice for tonight.
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Combat training was your favorite part of the week, making every Monday somewhat bearable. Usually, you would pair off with Ana or Angela, given they were around the same skill level as you.
Today, though, Morrison had claimed you before you could even say anything. As soon as he announced the two of you would be partners, your face was pink tinted and all thoughts left your brain.
“So, what do you want to work on first?” Jack stretched his shoulders. He was wearing a pair of track pants and a tight blue Overwatch shirt that clung to his abs.
Memories of the other night in the kitchen filled your brain, setting a fire inside you. “I could use s-self defense practice,” you admitted.
“Okay, I have a few ideas then.”
Before you knew it, he was positioned behind you, grabbing your hips tightly. He tugged you towards him slightly, your hips slamming against his. You let out a soft whine, instantly pressing a hand over your mouth.
Jack mumbled in your ear, “too much for you?”
You shook your head quickly, grateful that he couldn’t see how hot and sweaty your face was. “I-I can keep g-going,” your voice was an octave higher.
You tried to focus on anything but the pressure of his hips against yours, his hard chest on your back, his warm hands on your hips.
“Okay,” he said and moved an arm up to around your shoulders, and stretched the other around your waist. “So if I were to do this, what would you do?”
He gripped you tight enough to pick you up off of the ground. His touch was so intense it was hard to concentrate, taking you a minute before you could remember the steps.
You twisted in his grip, ducking under the arm on your shoulder and using it as leverage to turn him around. You held it tightly behind his back.
“Good, really good,” his praise made you flush, “but you have to be faster than that in the field.”
In an instant, he broke free of your grip and threw you over his shoulder. He tossed you into the ground, cradling the back of your head and the small of your back as he did to break your fall. You landed with a soft groan, Jack on top of you.
His face was only a few inches from yours, a smirk plastered on his face. Your heart raced in your chest, hammering against your rib cage. The blood rushed to your face. There was no way he didn’t notice how flustered you were.
“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” he noted.
Blood roared in your ears. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to move your hands to cover your face, but he was holding them down.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he tsked. “Why are you trying to hide from me?”
You shook your head, eyes still closed. “I-I’m not.”
“Then why can’t you look at me?”
“Cause you’re so close to me!”
He laughed, letting go of your hands, “I thought you’d like this position.”
That was your breaking point. Your heart raced faster, so fast it was almost painful, and your breath caught in your throat. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t breathe. Your skin was unbearably hot, as if it would melt off your bones any second.
“Y/n?” Jack backed off, “are you okay?”
He blinked at you, waiting for you to respond. When you didn’t, he completely got off of you. You managed to take in one, gasping breath before everything went dark.
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You woke up in the infirmary, a blanket wrapped around you. Your head spun, and when you opened your eyes, there were four Jack’s sitting on the end of your bed. You blinked a few times, and all but one of them disappeared.
Jack was staring at you with a mix of caution and excitement. “How are you feeling?”
“G-good, I think.”
“Good,” he sighs in relief. “Ana would have killed me if you weren’t.”
“What even happened?”
“You fainted,” he said. “I’ve never seen anyone get so flustered from sparring before.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, “you’re a jerk. I know what you’ve been doing—and it’s mean!”
“It’s not my fault you look so cute when you’re embarrassed!”
Your face flushed again, and Jack looked at you cautiously. “You’re not going to faint again, are you?” He asked.
“I-I don’t think so, why?”
“Because I can’t kiss you if you pass out.”
Your face burned, but your heart still beat normally. “Y-you really want to kiss me?”
He answered by cupping your cheek and closing the distance between the two of you. His lips smashed against yours, sending electric shocks down your spine. You moved against him and tangled a hand in his hair.
“You’re sure you’re not going to pass out?”
You tugged on his shirt, “shut up,” and kissed him again.
hey can i request ow headcannons of a s/o who does drag? (with soldier, lucio, cassidy, baptiste and junkrat) gn pls! thanks in advance :3
Soldier, Lúcio, Cassidy, Baptiste, and Junkrat x Drag Queen S/O Headcanons
A/N: TYSM FOR THE REQUEST OMG! I am a fan of watching people do drag on occasion but I hope I did my best writing this for you!! I did their opinions on you doing drag and their reactions to seeing you in drag for the first time since you didn't really specify anything in particular!!!! :D
Have a fun time reading anon, Ily <;33
Genre: Relationship Headcanon
CW: Flirting, Cursing, Pre-relationship status
Word Count: 1,545
Soldier 76
Soldier 76 respects your determination for the part of being a Drag Queen. I mean, you have to buy so much makeup, clothes, wigs if you want, and glitter.
He can't even figure out how to do makeup, even though you have tried to teach him before. He has figured out how to walk in your small heels, which he joked, "This is a step up to becoming a drag queen, huh?"
He never really sees you in drag, his first time after you two started dating was crazy. You packed your bags since you and some of your Drag Queens were going to go to the mall and he came out of the room groggily in surprise.
He knew you did drag, that was one of your first conversations you two had before dating, but he never expected to see you in your outfits this early on!
"Oh, Good Morning Jack!" you said in a cheery tone, turning around to see him furrowed eyebrows. "Your so.. shiny." he said, clearing his throat. "Yeah, it comes with the part dear" you replied, walking over to kiss him on his forehead. "How the hell did you get all of that on you.. how can you even breathe or walk?" he kept questioning on. "You look like a totally different fucking person!"
You laughed, telling him you made him coffee already and that you'll be home soon. You hugged him as he fell into your hug slightly, getting a face full of clothes. "I have so many damn questions when you get back
Lúcio
Lúcio is such a fan of you doing drag and he loves the fact you use his music for your shows. He loves doing makeup with you since before he does to a music concert, he puts on concealer, green eye makeup, and even fake freckles on some parts of his face. He even puts glitter on his facial hair sometimes which you help him with.
He has even been to one of your shows and has been the biggest support/cheerleader since you two started to be friends all through your relationship.
The first time he saw you in drag was during one of the music concerts, you dressed in all green and glow sticks and gave out frog lollipops to people who passed. This was before you two started dating, your first interaction.
You were a huge fan of his music so obviously, you would come! You even bought a backstage pass to actually meet him! After his main opening and playing DJ, he decided to let the music play with one of his helpers to do a backstage meet-and-greet.
You walked up in line, being the first one. When he was walking to the area and saw you, he blushed slightly.
"Hey Hey!" He said while sliding up to look at you and your outfit. "Whoa... You look fantastic!" he laughed excitedly. You smiled even more. "I love your music!! I am so glad you like my outfit- I tried my best to make it look like- you!" you replied, placing the CD down. "Maybe you should be my outfit manager...see you around tho, Drag Lúcio!" he offered, signing your CD with his signature... and his number.
Cassidy
Cole Cassidy has never really understood why people drag, but he is amazed at how people put on a persona and wear all those heels and clothes. Like seriously, he could never wrap his head around how people in drag put on such a daring personality and a bold look for hours on end!
Although he doesn't fully understand why you do drag, he is supportive nonetheless. He even lets you do his makeup on rare occasions, mainly when he is drunk. One time he woke up with a face of makeup and his nails done (LMAO).
He does sometimes try to wear your heels. "It can't be that hard, I mean, I wear these boots all day and they got heels to em'!" Once he got up and tried to walk he instantly fell, and oh, you laughed your butt off while helping him up.
The first time he saw you in drag was when he came home from a bar. He had gotten drunk and you had just finished testing a drag outfit you were going to wear later in the week; you never expected him to get home this early. You were walking around the house when he saw you, and god was he stuck standing there like an idiot.
"You are home so early, what happened?" you asked concerningly, normally he would be out all night till early in the morning. "Why did ya' get all dolled up for me?" he drunkenly asked with a deep laugh, smiling oh so happily. "You look fab-u-lous babe!" he added, opening his arms up for a hug.
You were flattered by his drunken compliment. You asked if he was drunk, and he replied yes with a groan. "But just because I'm dr-runk means nothin' darlin'! I can stay up all night while you get all dolled up" he replied, with a huge grin. You laid him down on the couch, telling him you would be back without the outfit on; when you got back in more suitable clothes he was passed out. I mean hey, at least you know he doesn't mind you doing drag!
Baptiste
Baptiste has always been the kind of man to love and appreciate everything in life. When he found out you did drag he was so happy to know one of your lifestyles. He loves hearing you talk about what kind things you do when in drag, the persona you put on, the stories you have to tell.
He is just really happy about your hobbies, and this one he has asked to join in. He happily did a mini-fashion show with the two of you and your drag costumes you had. Obviously he was just playing and enjoying the moment with you. During the start of the fashion show he finally saw you in drag, after days of asking to see photos of you.
The two of you had set up a fake run way going from the dining room into the living room, a red cloth being the run way set. "I am so excited! Go first!!" he rushed you into the bedroom to change.
You laughed, excited to see his reaction to you in a quick drag outfit. Baptiste, on the other hand, had set up a camera to record you so he could watch the moment whenever he wanted to.
After many minuets, you gave him a warning with a "Coming down the runway, your favorite partner of all time..", finishing it right as you got in line of sight as Baptiste. He stood up, overreaction with gasps and laughs and moving his arms around you in shock.
"That looks fantastic! How did you do this in such little time?" he asked quickly, a jump in his step as you explained how this is just something you did quickly, and how you could do better with more amount of time. After millions of questions from him, he begged you to do his makeup like a drag queen and you two could do a mini photo shop.
Junkrat
Junkrat wasn't really educated with many kinds of hobbies, drag included. Honestly, he had seen you in drag millions of times and wasn't really phased by it, but he loved seeing the sparkles and colors on your already handsome face. He asked you questions like "Are ya sureee that's comfortable? In this weather? Is it bomb proof? Why do you always go out in that dress?" You find the questions cute, and glad he seemed quite interested in it.
He had once been to one of your drag events, a kids reading event. He sat right near the front, watching you read with a huge smile on his face. Even in drag or not, you were so handsome and he loved that.
The first time he saw you in drag was a week after you two started dating. He had just got out of the shower (crazy i know) and you were seeing what outfit matched best with the makeup you were wearing in the living room. When he came out into the living room you were going to ask him what worked best, but then...
"Hey dearie, you ran out of soa- OH MY GOSH!" his eyes lit up at the outfits you had laid out. "ARE THESE YOURS? ARE YOU GOING TO WEAR THEM??" he asked excitedly while you explained what you were doing.
"I'm assuming you don't know but- I am a Drag queen and we wear all these clothes and makeup and stuff and just have fun! we sing-" he cut you off, saying he should also be a drag queen since he is an 'amazing' singer/song writer/musician/ actor/fashionista. He was over-exaggerating, but it made you start to cackle.
You promised Junkrat that when you got back that you would help him do drag. He laughed, jumping around. "Caannn my drag queen person have bombs on them? and gold? and fire?" he asked while you sighed with a smile on your face. What have you created?
A/N: Anon, and everyone else, I am so sorry i haven't uploaded in so long! I've been busy with school and kinda forgot i have a Tumblr but I will slowly post more and more. Also sorry if anyone here seems Out of Character. ILY MWAHH
I need soldier comforting his partner over gender dysphoria and aggressively correcting people.
"I'll Make Sure That They Get It Right."
Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2
Pairing: Soldier: 76 ("Jack Morrison") x Transmasc! Reader
Rating: Lime [🟢] - (Equivalent to PG-13)
Warnings/Mention Ofs: Transmasculine! Reader, Male Pronouns Used For Reader, Jack Isn't Necessarily Familiar With Transmasculinity - But He's Trying, Mentions Of Gender Dysphoria, Jack's Supportive Of Reader, Jack Accidentally Uses Wrong Pronouns, Jack Gets Agressive Whenever Correcting Others About Reader.
Word Count: 624 Words
Notes: Forgive me if any part of this, or even if all of it, happens to be incorrect or misinforming in any way, shape, or form. I'm not Trans myself, nor know of anyone who happens to be Trans, so I wrote this based on what I could find on the internet. Please let me know what I can do to correct it!
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“Transmasculine?” Jack can't state that he's familiar with the exact word or its definition. He's definitely aware that there are other gender identities, gender expressions, or both, besides cisgender, but it's not exactly a topic that he keeps himself up-to-date with when it comes to the terminology and information. Ultimately, it takes (Y/N) sitting Jack down and explaining transmasculine for him to be able to wrap his mind around this new information. “It sounds quite.. simple.. to understand?” It still might take him some time to completely come to understand, as besides his partner explaining it to him Jack then takes it upon himself to do some more research on it, but he's trying! He's realizing that it's quite crucial that he's informed about this information, not only for the well-being of (Y/N), but for their success and well-being of their relationship as well.
While gender dysphoria is something else that’s also probably going to have to be explained to him, it’s definitely something that he could come up with ways to ease those thoughts that make (Y/N) upset at times, or even have days of being upset. Maybe trying on some of Jack’s clothes would help? Or even going and buying a wardrobe of clothes that would enhance (Y/N)’s masculine features? “Lookin’ handsome as always, love.” Are you needing assistance with chest binding perhaps? Don’t worry, Jack is definitely your guy. Well, it’ll probably take him a couple of times of hands-on experience before he manages to get the hang of it. “Which one would you prefer this time? Would you prefer the kinetic tape? Or just the actual binder?” He’s also on top of consistently asking if (Y/N)’s comfortable and if there’s any health concerns from using the binders. “Are you able to breathe well? Would you like me to tighten or loosen it? ..It’s not irritating your skin is it? If so, we could look into getting you some of this moisturizing cream that I typically use..” Jack would also be completely fine with (Y/N) using some of his products that have that masculine fragrance if that makes him feel better as well.
There happens to be some times that Jack accidentally slips up and accidentally uses the wrong pronouns when it comes to talking to (Y/N) or even talking about (Y/N) to someone else. If it happens, he’ll apologize and correct himself, also making sure that (Y/N) is okay and explain that it wasn’t his intention to accidentally misgender or misidentify him. His voice will be soft and reassuring, making sure to bring (Y/N) into his arms and hold them close to him. Yet, if it was someone else that was someone else that ends up misgendering (Y/N).. If it happens to be someone that’s unaware that (Y/N) is transmasculine, then Jack would loudly clear his throat, tilting his head as he narrows his eyes through his visor, speaking loudly enough for everyone to hear. “If you’re NOT AWARE, (Y/N) typically goes by HE/HIM pronouns, but it’s best to ask just in case (Y/N) has decided differently for the time being.” Yet, if the person happens to be aware and is just being an asshole by purposely misgendering and misidentifying (Y/N), then expect Jack to get aggressive, He won’t hesitate to become physical, getting a tight grip upon their arms and roughly slamming them up against the wall, glaring intensely. “If you don’t quit your shit, I will make sure that as long as you’re amongst the ranks of Overwatch, I WILL make your life an absolute hell. Therefore, consider this your only warning to respect (Y/N)’s identity and pronouns.”
You couldn't suppress that impulse. You pulled him over and kissed him. This is the second time you have taken the initiative to kiss him, a simple and passionate feeling. He is the hero saved you when you were in danger. At first, you admired him very much, and you regarded him as your best friend. You don't know when you two relationship has gradually surpassed friendship.
You let go of his collar and slowly retreat look at him. The moment he noticed that you let go, he didn't say anything just pulled you into his arms and hugged you tightly. He buried his head in your neck and you felt the heat he spit.
"Why you are cute?" Jack asked with a smile.
"If you don't like it, you can push me away." You answer with a smile.
"How can I be willing to push you away?" Jack rubbed your neck.
"You are so warm." You said with a smile.
"Is that so? I didn't notice." Jack said.
"Jack, it's almost time to let go. I have other things to do." You are reluctant to say.
"Just one more time." Jack holds you tight.
"Obviously, you are more cute, and you still say me. Bastard Morrison. " You patted him on the back and said.
"Hahaha, I am." Jack said softly.
After Jack let go, you slowly retreated from his arms. You notice that he is staring at you, and you turn your head to look at other things to distract yourself. You remember that the mission will start tomorrow morning, and you should get ready to leave the office quickly.
"I'm going back to my room first. I'm going to pack and leave Samoa tomorrow morning." You said it.
"Okay, you can leave." Jack said.
You are puzzled. He just couldn't bear to let you go. Now you don't want to leave, but he hasn't been retained. You think this bastard is definitely playing with you. When you were angry and turned around to leave, suddenly he hugged you from behind. You were shocked. You felt that his breath was on the back of your neck and then subconsciously he kissed the back of your neck.
"If you need help, remember to call me." Jack said on the back of your neck.
"You bastard! Idiot Morrison!" You ran away from the office shyly.
After you ran away, only Jack was left standing in the office.
"So cute." Jack whispered.
Knock...Knock...
"Please come in." Jack said.
"Why are you standing?" Gabriel asked.
"It's okay. I've been sitting for a long time and get up for a walk." Jack replied with a smile.
"You seem to be in a good mood. Is anything good going on?" Gabriel asked.
"You found out. Yes, something good happened." Jack replied.
"Haha! You must have been kissed by your little sweetheart, right? If it's true, then you really have a chance to pursue her. " Gabriel said with a smile.
"I took the initiative to kiss her first." Jack said.
"No way, you really sexually harassed her." Gabriel said in surprise.
"Don't go too far. I took the initiative to approach her, and she didn't refuse me. " Jack explained.
"Wow, hero. You are such a pervert." Gabriel said with a smile.
"Damn you, Gab." Jack raised his middle finger to Gabriel.
"Since you are in such a good mood, please review these reports." Gabriel put a pile of reports on the table.
"So much! I still have a lot to review!" Jack shouted.
"You can ask your sweetheart for help." Gabriel complained.
"She is going to Samoa tomorrow morning, so let her have a good rest and don't disturb her." Jack took the report.
"Jack, you are not only a pervert, but also spoil her so much." Gabriel laughed.
"Gab, believe it or not, I'll kick you out." Jack laughed.
"I'll leave the report to you. I'll do something else." Gabriel left the office.
Jack looks at his desk, and a bunch of reports and documents need to be reviewed.
"I'm really going to work overtime today. Not kidding." Jack sat down and continued to work.
You go back to your room and sit on the bed and think about what happened just now, shyly bury your head in the pillow. Those things just now are not fake. Jack Morrison really kissed you and hugged you. You rolled wildly in bed shyly and accidentally fell out of bed.
"Ouch, it hurts!" You shouted.
"That's right, suitcase. I have to get something ready. I have to leave tomorrow morning. " You said it.
Hurry up and open the suitcase and get ready to pack up.
"The place is Samoa. Prepare some clothes suitable for vacation. It fits there. There are also documents for the task. I have to review them again just in case. " You said it.
After packing up and reviewing the report, you noticed that it was already evening. You are hungry, so you get up and leave the room and go to the cafeteria. When you arrive you notice that everyone is having dinner. Hurry up and walk to Mercy to get ready to share dinner together. At this time, Ana is standing next to you.
"Y/N, didn't Jack come to dinner?" Ana asked.
"Ah? Didn't he come?" You asked.
Strangely, he usually doesn't miss dinner time.
"I'll find him." You get up and leave.
You knocked on the door of his office, but no one responded. You opened the door and walked in and found him lying on the table and falling asleep. When you see the full of documents on the table, you know that he is really tired. You take off your coat and cover him and gently touch his head.
"Cheer on, Jack." You whispered.
You decided to help him sort out the documents and classify them. As time goes by, you have sorted all the documents.
Your stomach rumbled. Look at your watch and say, “Omg, it's 11 o'clock. I forgot that I haven't had dinner yet. I don't know if there are any leftover ingredients in the kitchen. You open the door and leave the office.
"Hwahhhh, it's over... I fell asleep and even missed dinner time. Eh? Whose coat is it? " Jack took his coat and saw your name.
"Eh? Y/N? The documents on the table are clearly sorted... Shouldn't she be resting..." Jack marveled at how you helped him sort the documents.
"Is Jack awake?" Your voice came from the door, and Jack immediately pretended to be asleep.
You open the door and see that he is still sleeping. "Oh, he hasn't woken up yet. There are leftover fish in the kitchen. I wonder if he likes fish porridge? Well,forget it. I can't finish eating fish porridge alone. Just cook instant noodles loh. " You whispered.
"Does she want to cook it for me!?" Jack thought.
"Hwahhhh, sweetheart. Why are you here?" Jack pretended to be awake.
" Morrison!? Did I wake you up?!" You ask in a panic.
"You didn't wake me up. Shouldn't you rest? How to come to my office?" Jack asked.
"Ana told me that you haven't come to dinner yet, so I came to you and saw you fall asleep." You said it.
"You have sorted out these documents for me?" Jack asked.
"I just sorted it out for you when I was free." You said with a smile.
"Thank you, Y/N. You have helped me a lot. Jack said gently.
"Thank you. My boss fell asleep before he finished his work. I will also be very troubled." You whispered.
"I'm so hungry. I don't know what's left for dinner?" Jack said.
"Morrison, do you eat fish porridge?" You asked.
"Yea sure, what's wrong?" Jack is looking forward to it.
"I'll cook it. I also missed dinner." You said with a smile.
"Then please, thank you, Y/N." Jack said with a smile.
"Then I'll go to the kitchen first. Don't fall asleep again." You say.
"Okay, okay, no problem. Go quickly." Jack said.
"No way, she really wants to cook it for me. It seems that it's not a bad thing to miss dinner time. I'm looking forward to it. " Jack thought.
"Since Y/N joined, she has always taken care of me. If the work is not done she will help .If I am injured, she will bandage me. Although she is always calm on the surface, she is very considerate in such small details... What should I do? I really want to marry her home. " Jack lay shyly on the table.
You opened the door and saw Jack lying on the table. You nervously put the fish porridge on the table and walked to him and asked, "Jack, are you okay? Is there something wrong with you? Do you have a stomachache?"
"Y/N,will you marry me?" Jack whispered.
"Har? What the hell you!" You hit him on the head.
"Okay, thank you for your dinner. Why are you blushing?" Jack looked up at you in surprise.
"It's your nonsense! What do you mean to marry you! It scares me!" You said nervously and shyly.
"You... really... so cute. Your reaction is super cute and gentle. I like it so much." Jack said shyly.
"Shut up! Don't force me to stuff porridge in your mouth!" You are shy.
"So... Will you marry me?" Jack asked seriously.
"Do you want to mess with me? Bastard Morrison!" You pat him hard on the back.
"Hahaha, okay, okay." Jack began to eat.
Part 05 The End.
Part 06 To be continued….
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