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How about “I was in the neighborhood” for McCree~?

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you don’t even know (or do you) that I already have this one conveniently prepared during my stream.

“I was in the neighborhood.”

You stare incredulously at the cowboy at your doorstep. “You were in Mexico yesterday…”

McCree shrugs nonchalantly, still undeterred. “Like I said, was in the neighborhood.” He gives your doorway a once-over, a poor attempt to continue his generally disinterest, but you can practically feel the excitement radiating from him. “So, you going t’invite me in or leave a man hangin’?”

Wordlessly, you step to the side, allowing him into your abode.

“Much obliged.” He tips his hat at you.

Before you close the door, you briefly check to ensure no one is watching this exchange–McCree may be an expert at evading the law, what with the ridiculous bounty on his head, but he can get careless. As soon as the coast seems clear, you shut it, only to find Jesse McCree, international criminal (and part-time journalist) smiling at you, a warm twinkle in his amber eyes.

“I missed ya, darlin’.”

You reach up as he comes down, engulfing you in a warm, tight hug that smells of tobacco, dust, and sweat. (Surprisingly, alcohol is nowhere on his person.)

But you say nothing of it, and instead, only murmur into his shoulder, “I missed you, too.”

“I’ll still be here when you’re ready.” W/ Hanzo? Pretty please and thank you <3

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Sorry, this turned real angsty. Uh. It’s been a while.

“I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”

That was what you said that day, he could remember the words so clearly like it was yesterday. You had told him under no uncertain terms that you had…feelings for him. He refused to remember your confession properly, the words long lost to the filters of his mind and utter disbelief. You were lying. You had to be. Who could ever…have feelings for him, much less confess them to him?

He shook his head.

No. You’re a liar.

That damned saddened, disheartened smile as you said those words were only a ruse. Only meant to add authenticity to the sick joke that–

Hanzo grits his teeth and jerk his head away from your headstone, a faint snarl that he would never acknowledge is a manifestation of his hurt escapes his throat.

Such a liar you were.

EXCUSE YOU?!?!?! How could you.

Filthy.

@imagine-this-overwatch You had an idea a while ago and I went scrolling through your tumblr for it because I remember there was an anon who was like DON’T CALL IT MCGENJI!! But I couldn’t find the post!!

Anyway, the scenario is McCree, of a McCree x Reader pairing, sent naughty photos of sexytimes to Genji. Genji enjoys. I decided to take it one step further and write my addition of: What if McCree and Reader invited Genji over to join in? And McCree records it?

Jesse held the camera up to get a good shot of your naked body. He moved it up and down, zooming on your ass, chest, and where your thighs met your hips.

“Do me a favour and plant your rear on his face. It’s my favourite,” Jesse requested.

“Oh, I know it is,” you said.

Genji laid back. You climbed onto him and wrapped your thighs tightly around his head. You crossed your ankles and trapped his face against your cunt. If Jesse was going to encourage you to mess around with another man, you were gonna have some fun.

Jesse captured your happy expression as Genji lapped at your parts, with your bit lip and half-lidded eyes. Genji’s tongue and lips were sending you to heaven.

“I miss this face when I’m the one down there,” Jesse said, waggling his eyebrows and happily capturing this moment for later.

You smiled at him.

Genji put his hand to your ass. He squeezed firmly a few times. Then he pressed with purpose, encouraging you to put more weight on his face. You took it upon yourself to grind down on him, instead. Genji’s hand left your ass to lazily stroke the base of his cock. You took the head in your fist and gave it a teasing squeeze.

“You don’t hafta choke the man,” Jesse said.

You twisted around to look at him, displaying your curves for the camera.
“Oh, I intend to let him return the favour.” You gave him a wicked smile and turned back around to get to work.

Near your end, you rolled your hips quickly, arching up prettily for Jesse. Genji’s thighs flexed and twitched as you actually cut off his air supply. You rolled off him after you were done.

Genji caught his breath and contentedly sighed. A lovely, pink blush was across his marred cheeks. He gave himself a final stroke and sat up.

“My turn.”

You lay against a stack of pillows to angle your head and shoulders up to take Genji’s dick better. He let you suck him off for a bit before beginning to slowly thrust into your wet mouth. He was being nicer than you were before. It wasn’t long before he really went at it, and all you could do was clamp your lips around his shaft, slick with your saliva. Jesse came in close to get multiple angles of Genji kneeling over you, fucking the round, soft hole your lips were making.
He slowed to a stop, and you took the opportunity to lap your tongue at his slick head.

“You are surprisingly quiet, McCree,” he said.

“Can’t a man enjoy the show?”

You suckled on Genji’s cock gently like a popsicle. But then he took it away.

“I don’t want to cum yet.”

You put on an exaggerated pout.

“Please tell me you’re gonna fuck now,” Jesse said, leaning forward in his seat.

“So vulgar,” teased Genji.

“Maybe, but his dirty talk is the best,” you said, winking at the camera.

“Hey, I have an idea,” Jesse said as you were getting up.

“I defer to you,” Genji said, giving him a slight bow.

You sat on Genji’s cock in reverse cowgirl at first, with the camera getting the exact moment of you plugging the fat head of his dick into your shining, wet pussy.

“Okay, now lie back, and Genji, you hold ‘er up. Yeah, like that.”

Genji held you with his palms pressing into your back. He gave your cunt a few testing thrusts. Not like taking Jesse’s dick at all. Jesse opened you up with his fat cock and all the closeness of your relationship behind it. Being fucked by Genji was a precision strike into your quivering depths, making you weak. Jesse captured your cries and shaking thighs.

“Spread her legs a lil’ more.”

Genji hooked his knees beneath yours and pushed your thighs open.

“Come on,” Genji said between pants, “I can last through two rounds at least.”

“No,” Jesse said. He inhaled through his cigar and then put it back on the ashtray, “you won’t.”

He let out the smoke through his nostrils and went back to holding the camera steady. His length, at full attention, bobbed against his button-up shirt. It poked out from his unzipped jeans and the hole in his boxers, and drooled a little from the head.

“A bit more, Genji!” McCree said. He knew your sex faces like a well-read, old paperback. “Honestly, I’m a little jealous you got there so fast,” he muttered.

To which you protested, “Jesse!”

“I’m just kiddin’ ya, Babe.” He smirked and zoomed in on your face. This was it; to the untrained eye, you looked about to sneeze. “There it is…”

“Ah, jeez,” he muttered again, bucking into his palm, as you yelled, “Oh, God!”
Jesse moved closer, zooming in on where Genji was inserted into you. Right now he was locked into place. The camera caught the slight twitch of your walls. Inside, they were crushing Genji’s cock in rapid succession.

Genji swore up a storm and then a choked moan interrupted his words, while he filled you with his creamy, white cum. He held you up, so you didn’t crash back onto his chest parts.

“My loooord,” he groaned.

“That’s my honey,” Jesse said proudly, giving you a lazy grin. “Stay right there. Lemme get this shot.”

While Genji was still hard, Jesse wiggled his pinky finger just inside your rim. He worked some cum out to show the camera.

“You did good. I’m proud ah ya.”

“Thanks, Baby,” you replied, warmed by his praise.

Genji groaned again with the effort of holding you up to slide out of you. Jesse caught that, too. A close-up of the cum smeared up and down the cyborg’s shiny cock. The mixture of fluids flowing back between your cheeks.

“Filthy,” Jesse said flatly.

He got that look. A calm expression, but his eyes burned.

He stuck two fingers into you. Then inserted a third.

How easily they slid in and how warm you were inside made his mind up for him.
“Lay back, Honey.”

Genji eased you down onto his chest. Jesse turned off the camera, put it aside, and mounted you, rutting into your heat immediately. His body was heavy on you, and pressed you down, trapping you between him and Genji. Jesse thrust deeper and sped up until he was satisfied with the volume of the skin-to-skin slap.

“Ya wanna bite here,” Jesse told his friend, tapping your neck with a couple fingers.

Genji’s teeth gently sank down into the soft skin on your neck. He played with your nipples, his finger pads rubbing up and down. Jesse worked you until you started to mutter his name in reverence. You hung on to his sides. Genji’s fingers graduated to pinching your small nubs.

You squirmed from all the stimulus, and Jesse said, “That’s it.”

He was gonna coax another orgasm from you, and you weren’t about to stop him. Jesse placed his beard on the free side of your neck and gently brushed against your skin.

“C’mon, Honey,” he said quietly, as if it was just the two of you in the room. “C’mon.”

Genji adjusted his teeth, causing a canine to scrape along the skin, and you whined. Jesse turned his head to claim your mouth. He sucked on your tongue, pulling back to bite your tongue gently and pull. Genji squeezed your entire left breast and reached down to roughly finger your clit with the rough climbing pads on his fingertips.

Your hips lifted up, and you your tore your mouth from Jesse’s kiss. That was his cue to drive into you harder, slapping hard against your inner thighs until they were red and stinging.

Jesse started to coax you verbally again, until you tightened around his cock. A powerful squeeze that he welcomed and let drag him over the edge. Your cunt forced higher-pitched moans out of his wide mouth.

Once he caught his breath, he murmured praises to you.

"Look at ya, all full of our cum. All flushed and messy,” Jesse gave you a quick kiss. “Okay, now. Let’s not bore Genji ta death.”

He withdrew from you carefully, but you still clenched your teeth in pain.
“I’m sore,” you complained.

“Don’t I know, Honey,” he assured you tenderly, ‘Don’t I know.“

You and Jesse cleaned each other. Genji preferred to take care of himself.

“Do you think I’ll be a good mom/dad?” Hanzo asking the question to the reader? Pretty please and thank you! So happy your doing prompts again, I loved your last ones <3

I’m not totally proud of this, but I did put my heart into it so here you go!

Hanzo looked over his shoulder at you. He gazed at you for a moment, then nodded and continued walking away. You wiped away budding tears of pride.

He was finally going to see Zenyatta about the angry darkness inside him.

Hanzo was fine with you. Soft words for you when he was guarded with everyone else. Hair down and shirtless around you, but walls up for everyone else. Not to mention, fiercely loyal. Full of passion when you were alone, which he always channeled in the right way. But he still lost his temper every so often.

You knew Hanzo loved you, but you didn’t know he would swallow his pride for you. Everything had been going well, overall, in your relationship. Your hearts slowly growing closer. Every so often, he surprised you with a new kind of affection. A new way of letting you know he was warm and loving underneath his stern exterior. He found a new favourite place to kiss, more softly than before. You definitely saw it when he really let go in bed.

So when Hanzo asked you one day while rubbing your growing stomach, his eyes possessed with racing thoughts, potential scenarios, if he would be a good father, you respectfully told him the truth. If you had given him only platitudes, he would have believed you. But it wouldn’t have been right.

You told Hanzo that the moments when he lost control of his emotions worried you. That it wouldn’t be a good example for your child.

“I see…”

That was all you got in reply. You thought you’d hurt his feelings, but he brought it up later along the decision to see Zenyatta.

“I might as well try,” he said, still not sounding entirely convinced.

You gave him a fierce hug and thanked him from the heart for wanting to better himself for the baby.

Satisfied Ch 3 – McCree

Link to AO3 Page

You were trying to get Jesse, normally your good boy, to try your favourite flavour of pie. Strawberry and rhubarb. But he was refusing. Politely, but refusing.

“No, Ma’am.”

“Jesse.”

“Don’t like the combination, Ma’am.”

If Jesse didn’t like the pie, you wouldn’t have pushed him. But he hasn’t tried it yet, so you pulled out his leash and collar to turn him into a better supplicant. He willingly sank to his knees while you sat on a dining chair. You kept a firm grip on the leather leash. You caressed the soft underside of the strip of leather with your thumb.

Jesse suspiciously eyed the small plate perched on your lap. A slice of pie sat on it. The normally talkative, almost rambling, man, kept his mouth firmly shut.

You huffed out of your nose. You placed the plate on the table. You opened your legs, wrapped the end of the leash around your hand to get a firmer grip, and pulled Jesse closer. You pulled until his nose was buried in the cloth covering your cunt. A daze fell over his face as he inhaled the slight scent.

“You can have that once you try a bite,” you told him, giving slack on the leash for him to lean back.

He hmph’d in frustration at the condition you set. You ignored his brattiness, and cut a piece off the slice of pie with the side of the fork. You brought it down to Jesse’s face. He backed away. You clucked at him.

He reluctantly opened his mouth. You poked at his lips with the end of the fork, encouraging him to open it further. He opened it enough for you to slip the piece of pie inside. Jesse closed his lips, and then you slipped the clean fork out. Jesse’s face contorted as he chewed, expecting a disgusting taste to coat his tongue.

He discovered that it wasn’t so bad. An unexpectedly delicious flavour. Tart and sweet. He finished the slice of pie off no problem after that. He licked his lips. You smiled, inwardly gloating.

“Good boy,” you purred.

You placed the fork back on the table and tugged on the leash again.

“You still hungry, Baby?”

He nodded. “Mhm, Ma’am.”

You tugged on the leash yet again, this time with your thighs parted. You slid down on the seat towards his mouth.

Jesse gave the crotch of your pants a gentle kiss before getting down to work. His teeth dragged down your clothed lips. You arched and pressed into his mouth. He was content just to work his mouth on you, it didn’t matter how. You growled and roughly brushed his messy hair to one side. Feeling the need to just /touch/ him. Jesse drove you nuts with his teeth, biting gently over and over, while you kept your intense gaze locked with his.

“You better not stop,” you warned.

Jesse lowered his gaze in deference and concentrated on his work. He pulled on the fabric teeth. You cried out softly, pressing open your thighs further. You relaxed back to enjoy the pleasure pooling in your clit. He licked up your clothed cunt, keeping his tongue taught and strong.

He stopped. Your eyes snapped open to search for the reason why.

“Do you want more, Ma’am?” Jesse asked.

“Oh, yes,” you moaned.

You let, allowed, Jesse to pull your legs up, your hips closer to him, and your pants and panties up.

Jesse buried his nose between your legs and incredibly slowly, tenderly dragged his teeth down your lips again, this time with nothing protecting your skin.

“Fuck, Jesse,” you breathed.

You wiggled your hips against his teasing touches.

“Please, Ma’am,” Jesse pled, wanting you to keep still.

“Then get to it, Jesse!”

He could only reach the bottom of your lips properly with his mouth, so he sucked on those. Your thighs strained against your pants, trying to open more, to get more of Jesse’s lovely, warm mouth. He alternated between sucking your lips and licking up your slit.

You hummed, growling praises at him. Encouraging him to keep going. Telling him that if you came on his tongue, you might consider that he could stand up on his knees and push his dick inside you.

Jesse went full on licking at your slit after your words. The hot, slick muscle sliding up your quivering entrance. Penetrating inside. Flicking at the bottom of your blood-swollen lips. You let yourself cum on his tongue. He wiggled and dragged the wet muscle up your slit as you gushed.

You sank further down in the chair, limbs dangling. You sighed happily. Jesse was so good at this.

“I’m convinced. Fuck me, Cowboy.”

Ohhh you’re my favourite imagin blog I love how you write Reyes and reader their dynamic is so lovely ❤💖💕 What do you think whould be Reyes favourite type of role-play or his favourite type of outfit to impress his Dom?

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Thank you! 

Gabriel loves his outfits and being creative with them. As a result, you’re as likely to get his old Soldier 24 uniform as you are a Victorian duke’s finery. At one point in time, he fabricated an ensemble similar to what he wears in the future as Reaper – all leather and dark canvas and ammo belts that accentuate his thick thighs, broad shoulders and barrel chest. If he feels a more BDSM vibe, he’ll go with the tried and true leather belt ‘outfit’. It’s nothing more than a series of belts and straps crisscrossing his thickly muscled body and accentuating his cock, but it’s one of his favourites if he’s in a mood to be objectified. 

As for his favourite roleplay, I think he has a few. Interrogation via sexual torture is a big one, what with the whole range of toys and gizmos that the two of you collectively own – that milking machine has to come in handy sometime. Another roleplay that he likes to do is that of a hero and their arch-villain. Call him cliche but he loves (pretend) hate-fucking and he gets so rough with it. Of course he expects you to be equally as rough and the two of you come away with so many bruises that he can explain it as the results of a particularly vicious spar.