Perhaps some post recall McCree finding a lovely fat bottom girl to bring back to base and on the way back to his room Hanzo catches sight of them and is just all eyes.
Unbelievable. Unbelievable, that you actually let this infamous man drag you back to Overwatch HQ. Overwatch.
You knew you’d seen that cowboy’s face somewhere before. A charming man with an addictive smile, and even more addicting hands. Jesse sat down next to you at the bar you frequent; wearing a jean blue shirt, and dark wash, blue jeans; signature cowboy hat on his head. Despite all of this he had insisted that he was “undercover” for a normal night at the local bar.
You had poked fun. “I’d hardly call this,” you said gesturing to all of him, “being undercover.”
He leaned forward, smirking, and biting his lip. Such a big presence and a big body. Broad shoulders and the brim of his cowboy hat blocking out the entirety of the rest of the bar. “Well, you didn’t recognize me now did ya?”
“That’s not a feat; I hardly pay attention to the news.”
When his hand slid up your leg, you didn’t mind it at all. He cocked his head to the side and admired the slopes your neck. Checked you out from head to toe without any shame what-so-ever. You’re not usually such a blushy, giggly mess but there’s something about that cowboy that just brought it all out of you.
Then he kissed you; tasting smoky and whiskey sour. And kept on kissing you, ‘til you were practically in his lap. His hands groping greedy hand fulls of your plush ass. Neading at the meat of your soft hips. Kept kissing you, you kissing him. Jesse separating your lips, slipping his eager tongue into your mouth, ‘til the bartender had stated that enough was enough.
He slapped his hand down on the counter and demanded, “Stop tryna fornicate at my bar! Get yourselves a room!”
McCree growled as he pried himself away from you. He asked, really low and gravely, “wanna see where I work?”
You thought yourself that you should get going; it’d been fun, but you really shouldn’t. Instead what came out of your mouth was a breathy little, “Yeah.”
So here you are being snuck into watchpoint by the most handsome man you’ve ever let lead you by the hand; ever let shove you against a wall, pressing your cheek against the cold surface, arching your back as he digs his fingers into your shapely thighs. Dragging them up, and up while he’s running his tongue along your neck, trying to eat you alive.
Good lord, you’re shivering and mewling already and he hasn’t even gotten you to his room yet.
“Mmm~ Jesse, where are your quarters?” You ask through labored breath. Your body’s so hot, the walls of your sex pulsating with want. If he doesn’t get you there soon you’re going to melt right out of your panties.
“We’re almost there, darlin’,” he says. Hooks his hands on the insides of your thighs, pulls your hips back, and grinds his bulge against your ass, “don’t’chu worry.”
You giggle and roll your hips in time with his grinding. “We keep goin’ like this, we’ll never make it.”
Suddenly a man walks down the hall. You notice him first; all muscle, dressed in tight grey sweats. Black, smooth, and shiny pulled back hair. Accompanied by a stern, but gorgeous face. Startled you spin around, try and push McCree away to no avail, the man feels like an immovable object. Your breath catches in your throat as the stranger gets closer, a bright red blush arising on your cheeks.
God damn; you’re way too worked up and tipsy for this. Is everyone in Overwatch stunning?
“Hanzo.” Jesse tips his hat to him in greeting. Hanzo giving him a bit of a scowl in return. “What’re ya doin’ up so late?”
“None of your concern.”
Jesse nods. “Fair enough.”
The man barely looks at the two of you as he walks by. Says offhandedly, “She is not allowed in here.”
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” McCree says with a grin and a wink that Hanzo does not see.
Hanzo keeps walking and waves him away. “You have a room; use it.”
“Yes, sir,” Jesse says. He grabs a hold of your wrist and enthusiastically starts to pull you along with him.
While you’re very excited, eager to finally be getting to a place where you can get nice and acquainted with the cowboy, you can’t help but look back at the stern man. Just to see what he looks like from the back. Then as you are whipping your head back around you catch the man staring.
It takes him a moment to realize he’s been caught. With his eyes lowered, and what you swear is a pleased, approving look on his face. Getting a healthy look at your backside. You grin as his gaze flits up and he sees that you see him. The softer, pleased look fleeting and gone in an instant. Quickly he asserts his eyes forward and keeps going.
You can’t help but laugh out loud, with a little extra pep in your step as you try and keep up with McCree’s long strides.
“What’chu gigglin’ about?” Jesse asks.
“Oh, nothin’, handsome,” you say coyly, wrapping your self around his arm. “Just tickled to be here.”
Okay so I went camping and I won't lie I was dreaming about that WereCree. I was going out for a walk and felt like I was getting ready to walk into a horror film at points. Equally exciting and delicious. Would you be so kind as to flesh out my minor daydream? ()=^.^=() (You're too good to us and legit need to put up a kofi or something)
Imagine you’re on what’s supposed to be a normal camping trip; taking a walk through the woods suddenly a fog starts to settle in. You’re wondering to yourself, “should I turn back?” That’s probably wise, but nobodies ever wise when they’re in the middle of a horror movie.
So you keep on walking, thinking to yourself that there’s something beautiful about the fog, it’s no cause for turning back. Besides the big, beautiful, full moon illuminates your path plenty.
Suddenly there’s a rumble that sounds like a big beast to your left. Slowly you turn to face the noise that’s settling a large put in your stomach. Now you’re faced with what is, in fact, a big beast; one like you’ve never seen before.
You’re trying to remember all of the advice that you’ve heard over your years. Should you run? Should you make yourself as small as possible? As big as possible? Make noise? Stand still?
But this isn’t your regular, run of the mill, wild beast. This is a man in wolf form and he’s smart, calculating, and in the middle of a rut. Was prowling through the woods looking for a foolish hiker to mate. You were thinking about naughty things, daydreaming on your peaceful walk, and he sniffed you out from the heat between your legs.
It wouldn’t take you long to realize this. With the way the big, bad, wolf grins and prowls his way towards you. A long metal arm, decorated with a skull, a tattered red serape, looking like a handkerchief around the werewolf’s big, fur bristled neck. It doesn’t take much observation to know there’s no tricking this beast into leaving you be.
Then when you can’t fight the flight response coursing through your veins, the werewolf pounces, knocks and pins you to the ground. Rips the clothes from your body, and when you realize that he’s not trying to kill you, you calm down a little. Still nervous, cause you’re not sure how you’re going to take the massive length that’s heavy, and hot, resting on the middle of your back.
You’re gonna take it. Grit your teeth and bear it. Grasp at the leaves and dirt. Arch your back so the werewolf can get as deep as possible. Take every harsh thrust. Shiver, every time the beast growls his pleasure into your ear. Your quivering seeping more slick out of your strained sex. Struggling to breathe from feeling so full and cumming so hard.
McCree will let you go since he had no intentions of killing you. And you’ll be back on the next full moon, well aware of the creature that roams through the forest, and just how virile he is. Next time, however, you won’t wear hiking clothes you’ll miss.
I've been feeling so fluffy and cute recently. I can see Papa Mako giving me the cutest sweaters in rainbows of colors, and making him happy by stitching little pigs onto their hearts. I can see him feeding me tiny sweets as we have tea parties together. I can see him fucking me into the sheets as he calls me his baby girl, while smacking my ass to paint it red. ()^.^()
Imagine Papa Mako insisting he needs to fatten you up, and what better way to gain a little baby hips weight than to have some old-fashioned Australian bbq for dinner every night ‘til he feels your plump enough. Burgers, grilled shrimp, some tasty pies for dessert. Wearing matching aprons you’d help him prepare dinner. After when you’re all fat and happy, you can have some deep, deep lazy fucking. Nice and slow, sheathed fully with every stroke so you can feel every inch of that long drag of his cock against your insides. Followed by equally lazy cuddling, with it being cold I can just imagine how soft and warm cuddles with Papa Mako would be, they sound perfect right now.
I am a sick Bun still in love with your writing. I'm curious, are there any pairings that you might have Christmas headcanons for? ()=^.^=()
DaddyCree and Daughter!Reader like to make a whole day out of decorating their apartments living room. They go all out; the whole nine yards. Stockings, a Christmas tree, garland. As many God-awful cowboy-related Christmas nick nacks, and ornaments as possible. Listening to Christmas music and having a blast getting a little drunk, maybe a lot drunk. So in the end, when their living room is as tacky as possible, they can give a tag-team tour of what they set up to whoever will let them drag ‘em in. This “tour” lasts like approximately four to five seconds. Consists of McCree imitating Santa Clause and daughter!reader exclaiming “It’s Christmas!” By the way, it’s totally November first when they do this.
Sister!Reader is all about the aesthetic, the mood~ The pretty, soft Christmas lights. A perfectly blended mix of golds and silvers. Once a year she oversees and helps the castle staff light up the place. Make it all that glitters with gold. By the time they’re done the garden looks like a serene winter wonderland. The halls are lightly decorated. Papa makes sure she has everything that she needs and enjoys standing back, watching his little girl run the show. Loves to see how proud and happy she is once all the work is done and she can show off her masterpiece. Takes a leisurely walk with her through the garden, and gives her praises for her artistic direction.
The warm wet softness of Hanzo's tongue lapped at your engorged nipple, gently urging small dribbles of milk to leak down your swollen breast and into Genji's eagerly waiting mouth. Your other breast was hogged by your Papa, his facial hair tickling the sensitive skin as he ravaged you, desperate for the taste of his sweet daughter before the milk would belong to your, and one of their, children. ()=^.^=()
Their hands caressing your back, butt, and thighs. Playing between them at your hyper-sensitive sex. Your eyes falling closed out of bliss, only to reopen again, because you don’t want to miss a single moment of their eager faces as they’re treating you like the precious vessel that you are. Losing track of who’s hands belongs to who; with the exception of your Papa with his watch enclosed wrist pressed snugly against the inside of your thigh. His fingers lightly grazing your folds, to the point of teasing; a pleading whimper escaping your lips, begging for penetration. You gyrate your hips forward, hoping that Papa will get the hint, and he’s quick to give his little girl exactly what she needs.
Wait this is new territory that we haven't approached yet....would you ever write Maximilian stuff? Won't lie, I enjoy the robots.... (And Mermaids but Overwatch isn't that advanced yet....) ()=^.^=()
I kinda like the thought of Maximilian having himself a pet. Maybe Reader started off as a paid escort for him. He just wanted to have a well-groomed, high class looking human at his side for whatever event he was going to, he just wants you to make him look good. As an escort you know to ask if your clients would like you to pleasure them at the end of the night. Instead, he wants to watch you pleasure yourself, he finds that he enjoyed watching your climax so much he wants to give it to you himself. Then he could either, force you to become his pet or pay you to stay and be his pet. He thinks it makes him look more intimidating to constantly be dragging around a pretty human on a leash.
Imagining a Roadhog that's been out and about in the world. As he plunders the world for riches, food, and plushies to take home, when he saw you, it was over. Soft and curved, sweet and cutely dressed, eyes wide and doe like as he towered over you, a shiver moving through you as you sat in his cast shadow. Looking around him, seeing the many eyes watching, silent sentinels keeping him from dashing away with the sweetest prize he could find back to Australia. (1/2) ()=^.^=()
He thinks quickly, leaning down so you could smell asphalt, rubber, oil, and a faint drift of iron. Roadhog’s large hand quickly envelopes yours, his black fingernails unable to mask the smudge of gunpowder along the cuticle. Leaning down, he quickly and quietly whispered to you “Don’t squeal.” Knowing that fighting back would be no good, you did your best to catch anyone’s eyes, but your new captor’s glassy masked stare was quick to deter and knights in the crowd. (2/?) ()=^.^=()
Dragging you along at his pace, you shortly reached the motorbike with a lanky, shirtless man leaning against it. You could obviously see the shining amber eyes sliding up and down your figure, taking time to ogle without shame. “That the new play thing? Nice tits. Hips like that means they’d be a real jewel in the outback. You sure she wouldn’t be less trouble if we just sold her off?” Fear passed through you, and you pressed closer to the mountain of a man. (3/) ()=^.^=()
“No.” Was his curt answer. The firey man squinted at you for a moment further before giving a shrug. “Well, let’s load up then. Won’t be long before the suits are after us again.” He says with a excited giggle. —- Fast forward to a trip overseas, and days of being pounded and used mercilessly by Roadhog. Junkrat found occasional joy in sucking on your nipples before watching Hog breed you again, at least until you started producing milk. The further you carried life, the more both men went mad.
Imagine that by the time you get to wherever it was that they were taking you, you’re already pregnant. With a couple of ‘em too, well on your way to being big and round. The hog had judged you correctly, made the best decision. You’re just as fertile and susceptible to childbearing as he thought you would be. Mako is just so proud of his treasure. What treasure is more valuable or worth more than a pliant, cute little lady that he can breed continuously and keep filled up and swollen with life that he put inside of her? Ain’t nothing more valuable than that.
*coughing* Regarding a recent post on your personal blog...you can't just tease me with something like a flower-man dick. I need it. ()=>.<=()
Dude. For real though? A plant/flower monster-man sounds amazing. Just imagine you’re walking through a luscious, beautiful forest and just happen to stumble upon the realm of a nature god. Just think of the possibilities. He could be giant, pretty, and intimidating. Chock full of sex pollen, and mind-altering chemicals. He could have vines, aka tentacles that could either hold you down, spread you open, or fuck you. Or do all of the above. His nectar makes your mouth water. You get a taste of it once and you’re addicted. He thinks you’re a long-awaited sacrifice and won’t be letting you go anytime soon, but damn if your head will ever be clear enough to think about why you’d want to.
