Can You Do Nsfw Headcanons For Cassidy :D

Can you do nsfw headcanons for Cassidy :D

absolutely i can <3 nsfw below da cut

Huge oral fixation. I like to think that Cassidy casually integrates his cigars into his sex life, chewing on the end of one as he palms your ass, smoke pooling sensually in the air while he stuffs his thick fingers into your little hole.

He's a big fan of having you on top, but I wouldn't be fooled that it was an act of submission. Cassidy likes to grip your hips hard enough to bruise, bucking his hips up until you're chest to chest with him - allowing him to sink his fat cock just that little bit deeper that has you whining and drooling all over his skin.

Cassidy likes to hook a finger in your mouth, pulling your pretty swollen lips open so he can get a look inside, ensuring that you've swallowed every last drop of cum he's given you. Get a little on his fingers and he'll make you suck them clean, too.

Absolutely no shame. He'll whisk you out of meetings early for a quick, heated fuck against the storage closet wall - or maybe he feels extra daring that day - and slips his fingers under the hem of your skirt, pulling your panties to the side so his meaty fingers can get you nice and ready for when he fucks you into the bed later. All while he holds a steady conversation with Reinhardt across the table.

Oral is a must. Cassidy prefers not to sink his fat cock into you unless he’s worked you open with his mouth first - getting you nice and wet before he even dares place the engorged head of it at your sweet little hole - not even if you beg him. That being said, he's not opposed to have you on your knees, either. He'll palm your jugular gently, feeling himself through your warm throat as he chuckles down at you, drool pooling around the corners of your lips and down his thick shaft.

I can see him wanting to share his partner with another man, or at least have them take a big cock while he watches - humping into his hand like a needy little bitch whilst you look over at him - absolutely wrecked. A certain stern looking archer comes to mind...

Hi there! I'm hopping on board with your requests, and am very politely asking if you would be willing to write some NSFW headcanons for Coyle? Please and thank you! ♡♡♡

hii ofc i can! <3 nsfw under da cut

"I'll have you on your knees..."

Coyle is very heavy on having firm control over you - as evidenced by the way he'll have you in any way he wants. A favourite of his though, is having you between his knees - baton pressed against your cheek and cock lodged deep down your throat. Sometimes he'll have his baton crackle to life and give himself a shock - combining the sensations and making you choke in surprise around his throbbing shaft.

He likes a bit of fire. Likes to watch you squirm while he fucks you - bent over one of the desks in the police station - paperwork strewn messily across the floor. He'll curl an elbow around your neck, grasping your chin and keeping you pinned in a headlock as he ruts his heavy cock into your sweet little hole, having you bite into the leather of his sleeve to ground yourself.

Likes it when you behave, but it makes his cock stiffen when you don't. Leland loves to think he's teaching you a very valuable lesson by catching you and fucking you into the tough marble floor - the slap of his pelvis against your ass loud enough to attract the attention of stray Ex-Pop nearby. But he makes sure they know just who's prisoner you are, huffing and growling into the crook of your neck as he grinds his cock in that particular motion that makes you sing like a caged canary.

After a long day, Coyle likes a long drag of a cigarette, a drink and a sweet little pussy for him to bury his face into. His beard is scratchy against your inner thighs - tickling the plush flesh as he drags his heavy tongue through your folds, not hesitating to plunge back into your sweet little hole. He'll hold your thighs open and eat you up until he's had his fix, giving a pleased and appreciative grunt every time you come undone in his mouth.

Gives you a little spark from the baton once in a while - not enough to fry you - but certainly enough to get you to squeal. He's not nice about it either, rather more pleased with himself as he grips his belt, his hand coming down to grope his hardening cock through his trousers. Sometimes he'll swoop in right after for a rough kiss, his beard scraping your cheeks as his hand comes to cup your jaw.

Coyle will handcuff those pretty wrists behind your back and have you ride him until the cows home home - or, at least until you're whining and drooling at him to fuck you proper, which he's all too happy to deliver on. Pinning you down, his chest pressed against your back - his gear digging into you as he stretches your pretty little hole open. Growling about how he'd rehabilitate you - or better yet, keep you caged up - just for him, and him only.

"Oh, sweetness." >>>

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mauga nsfw drabble 

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hanzo with dragon shifter reader

nsfw cassidy drabble

OUTLAST / WHISTLEBLOWER / TRIALS

franco barbi nsfw hcs

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"You'll keep your fuckin' mouth shut about this."

You barely register his threats when he's crowding you against the cold wall, impatiently kicking over a barrel that was somewhat in his way. You take his growls with a grain of salt - seeing as this wasn't exactly the first time he'd bent you over mid trial. Franco is always quick to tear that stupid gear off your chest to get to your plush tits underneath, burying his face in them like he'd die without.

He's all talk. Don't be afraid to get a little bit stern with him - curl your fingers in his disarrayed hair and guide his movements while he feverishly eats you out. Franco wants you to make a mess on him because he's so desperate to please, he doesn't care if you get his expensive suits dirty - he can buy several more. It's actually almost pathetic how desperate he is for it.

Franco isn't above humping your leg to get his fix - and I imagine it probably just ties into his humiliation kink. Call him a good boy and he'll cum in his pants almost instantaneously. Same goes for whenever you let him fuck the supple flesh of your tits - anything to do with it has him kicking his feet and flushing a deep, bashful red.

Doesn't like sharing his things, and you fell under that category the moment you allowed him to sink his cock into your tight little cunt. It'll have him distracted in trials - chewing out anyone who dare touch you in a way that seems opposed to violence. Would one hundred percent throw a fit and shoot someone in the foot with his lupara.

"Come here, sweetness." >>>

++ And if you finally give the big guy a chance, letting him sink his monstrously big cock into your pretty little cunt - he’s not letting you get away any time soon.

He lets you take the pace, at first. Reinhardt knows he’s big and he doesn’t want to hurt you. Your knees are on either side of his broad thighs, whimpering as you lower yourself down onto his fat cock inch by inch. He shudders with delight, his thick fingers gripping onto the plush flesh of your hips.

He gets a little bit too excited once you’re fully settled, twitching and pulsing rivulets of pre inside of your sweet pussy. Groaning, he bucks his pelvis up wildly, hitting deeper than you thought was possible. You practically collapse onto his scarred chest, fucked silly.

Reinhardt looks down at you with stars shining in his eyes - finally having got you exactly where you should be, and he can’t wait to fill you up.

Reinhardt who follows behind you like a guard dog, always at your heels like an oversized puppy. You’re happy to indulge him, finding it sweet - you even curl your hand up to card your fingers through his beard - and he practically purrs in delight.

It’s different for others though, who have to deal with your ‘guard dog.’ You’re oblivious as to why some of the agents you’ve flirted with soon turn tail and run with a horrified expression on their faces, only to turn around to find Reinhardt shrugging with the same confused expression you had.

They’re terrified of you and you have no idea why. Not even when you see the way Reinhardt’s hands curl around a gigantic mug of beer and make it seem miniature, not even when he sits in a chair and it practically groans under his weight, not even when he has to duck and squeeze through a doorway.

Especially not even when you (don’t) see him looming behind you, scaring off any potential suitors with a steely glare and a creaking grip on his hammer.

He’s just being friendly, after all.

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i love this?? i love you?? mildly sleep deprived while writing these

Hanzo is intrigued, more than anything. His uptight demeanour holds him back from directly approaching you, yet when he incidentally comes across you in the training room, he can't help but feel a luring sense of curiosity. Naturally stealthy, Hanzo watches from the wall - a small sense of awe overtaking him when you shift fully into the most magnificent creature he'd ever seen. You were not like his own two Japanese dragons, you were a large Wyvern, with scales that glittered like sea glass and a moonstone underbelly to match.

Ever since that encounter, his tattoo had itched, his dragons itching to wind free from his arm with flowering curiosity. When it became too much, and the dragons sprung free by their own sheer will - the archer set to seek you out. And while you weren't necessarily hard to find, Hanzo had been softened to find you, sat cross-legged while his dragons snaked around your waist and arms playfully. You returned them in kind - playfully blowing billowing smoke from your nostrils onto their little whiskers, a neat little trick you could do in human form. Hanzo later discovered that you couldn't produce fire whilst human because it would damage you, yet small amounts of smoke was completely plausible.

It's a sweet interaction between you both. Hanzo's dragons weren't usually so bold or disobedient to his commands and when he bashfully tried to call them back - you simply smiled at him, telling him that you didn't mind at all. Hanzo soon finds comfort in your company, his dragons crooning at the familiarity, beckoning him towards you every time. You both grow closer, and Hanzo finds a small warmth that kindles him every time he catches your eye.

Missions are made much easier with you - and Hanzo will never admit it, but the thrill he gets from riding you into battle will never get old. Your wings are strong, beating down on the wind as he sits upon the base of your neck - his keen eye watching over the elegant crest of your head - Hanzo fires one arrow, striking two enemies down.

While in dragon form, Hanzo makes it a point to make sure you're well taken care of. He'll strike down any enemy that even dares aim for your vulnerable underbelly, or gently help pry off any scales you may be shedding. Cassidy caught him pocketing the scales you shed, yet neglected to say anything due to the fond look that flashed across Hanzo's face. The archer deserved some peace.

When the nights are cold, Hanzo comes to you. You run warm, due to the dragon blood coursing your veins. Yet as much as he can bluff or scoff at anyone's accusations, at the end of the day, it's true that even in summer - he'd still seek your touch.