“I’ve had enough.” With McCree? McCree’s a wondering cowboy and his S/O is done with him? Break that lovable cowboy’s heart.

Sorry this one took so long!

You waited anxiously for Jesse to return to your home. It used to be his home, too.

You sat on the back of the sofa, peeking out through the blinds. You kept checking your phone for the time, compounding your restlessness. You almost went outside to get a better look around, just in case he ws moseying down the street.

You didn’t have much to do besides wait. You didn’t do much when he was home, anyway. It was always too risky to go out and be seen together. Normal things like going on dates to eat out or visit the park were out of the question. Last time Jesse came home, you got cabin fever so badly that you picked a fight, yelling at him over his leaving his boots in the hallway. It was stupid, and you hated yourself for it.

That’s when you started thinking.

Normally, Jesse’s exploits only ended up in the news local to the area. You made the mistake of checking all the articles, and it got inside your head. He was honest with you that there was always a small chance that someone would come to harm you to get to him. Or that you could be arrested for harbouring a criminal. It got to the point that you jumped almost a foot off the ground whenever a neighbour said hi. You didn’t want to live your life this way anymore.

The train incident involving Talon being all over the news was the last straw.

You saw the dark red of Jesse’s serape down the street in the waning sun. You dialed his number and put the phone to your ear.

“Somethin’ wrong?” he answered. He knew right away something was up, because you never called him the day he was expected home.

You hesitated.

“I made a deal with the police,” you said solemnly. “I’m sorry Jesse. I can’t-”

His loud swearing drowned out your explanation.

“Why’d you do this ta me?!” he demanded. “Ya took my only safe place from me. Why?!

"It’s not safe, Jesse. Not for me. Because of you. I’ve had enough.”

He swore some more, quietly, instead of arguing, because he knew it was true.

He spit on the ground and asked, “Do I at least get a head start?”

“No,” you replied. “They agreed not to charge me if they caught you. That’s the deal.”

Jesse said no more. You heard yelling in the background. Some shots were fired. You hung up then, because you had some crying to do.

16 & 18 with McCree?

“I’ve got you,” and “it’s late, shouldn’t you be asleep,” with McCree. Hope you guys don’t mind some of these are in the spirit of the prompts, instead of it being word-for-word. 😛

“It’s late. Shouldn’t you be hittin’ the hay?”

You took a seat next to the relaxing cowboy. Close enough to smell his mussed, second day musky hair. You were just friends at the moment, but your closeness didn’t bother him.

“I tried. Too much coffee.” You shrugged.

“I get that.”

Jesse also has a disfunctional relationship with coffee. And drinking. Smoking. Anything involving his oral fixation.

You inched closer and put your cheek to his shoulder. You moved your foot towards his boot so that your thigh sat alongside his. Jesse let you mooch his warmth for a few minutes.

Then he looked over to see you giving him puppy eyes.

“Can I help you?” he asks with a twinkle in his eye.

You both know what you want. He prefers to be playful and have you ask.

“Could you tell me a bedtime story, Jesse? Please?”

You turn up the politeness, because he’s old-fashioned like that. And you press an inch closer, putting a hand on his arm. Normally, Jesse doesn’t appreciate anyone getting that close, but you’re bein’ so darned cute.

He looks off into space and says, “So I was takin’ the train once when Talon shows up.”

Impossibly, you melt even further into Jesse’s side. He tells the story in a gentle whisper, drawing out every word he can. He’s even quiet when he gets to the part where he shoots the bad guys.

“Bam, bam, bam,” Jesse says, with an accompanying fingergun. He mimes fanning the hammer with his other hand.

He finishes the story with mock sadness. “And they never stood a chance,” he says, shaking his head.

Jesse peeps over at you. You’re fast asleep, clinging to his arm.

“Gets ‘em every time,” he brags to the empty room.

#35 for Hanzo!

“You make me feel safe,” with Hanzo. Maybe not what you were hoping for, but I liked it so much that I feel like continuing this at a later date…

It started when Hanzo saved you from a charging bear in the woods. His red spirit dragon scared it off. The bear charged in the opposite direction. It would have been funny had you not been vibrating with adrenaline. He pronounced you a foolish mortal and carried you in a fireman’s hold right out of the forest. You weren’t sure if being caught by a demon was the lesser of two evils (the other being attacked by the bear, of course). But he let you go, unscathed.

You tried to take that shortcut through the woods on the way home again a few days later. You had had a few drinks. Some liquid courage (or foolishness, depending on who you ask). You were high on the idea of seeing the demon again. You hypothesized that he wouldn’t let any harm come to you while you were in the forest.

Hanzo carried you out again, with you slung over his shoulder. His bare skin was hot against your drunk self’s overheated skin. He placed you back on your feet at the entrance to the trail.

“Ohhhh, strong,” you gushed, impressed.

Hanzo grunted.

He waited for you to continue in your way. You stood there, staring at his dark-skinned face, the tattoos across his skin, the mysterious, pupiless eyes, becoming more and more attracted by the second.

The alcohol went to your head.

“Kiss me!” you demanded.

You were smiling, swaying a bit but regaining your footing. The roots of those trees were trying to trip you, damnit!

Hanzo’s glowing eyes narrowed, and he looked about to tell you no.

So you stole a kiss, jumping up to give him a sloppy peck on the lips. Hanzo was shocked. Round, white eyes and open mouth. He stayed where he was while you walked away.

“Okay, I’ll go home now!” you called over your shoulder.

You woke the next morning to find him lounging at your kitchen table, drinking tea. Like he lived there.

“You have poor taste in tea,” Hanzo said.

“I…what? Why are you here? To insult my tea?”

Hanzo sipped ~~his~~ your tea and then placed the mug back on the table.

“You are so foolish, that I am going to have to haunt you to keep you from getting yourself killed.”

When what he said sunk in, you sat down across from him.

“Does this mean more kisses?” you asked, grinning.

“Maybe,” was all he would give you for now.

Kinky with Zenyatta, please?

shes-claws-deep:

34 + Zenyatta = Zenyatta slams Reader against a wall

Zenyatta’s lithe form deceives others into thinking that he’s fragile and weak, a fact that you often forget about too. At least, until he actually slams you against the wall in a little alcove off the side of the meditation room.

Sputtering, you grab his wrist. “Zenyatta? What are you-”

His serene expression reveals nothing, although his body language is tense and tight, so unlike him that you let his sudden move of aggression go. He tilts his head and leans into you, pressing his forehead against yours in your form of a kiss since he doesn’t have lips. “I am in need of sex, my love.”

What?

He puts his mouth near your ear and his voice goes low and dark, almost seductive. “Some really rough sex.”

A blush overtakes the previous paleness of your face and you gasp. “I-uh-”

“If you are worried about my fragility, you should not be.” His voice is serene and belays the actions of his body as he grinds against you. “This body is able to take your love, dearest. No matter how rough or passionate it may be.”

Well, you have been holding back a lot. And Zenyatta is far too precious to break so soon, but-

He shifts back a little and loosens his pants, dropping them around his ankles and draws your gaze to where his previously bare crotch is. A pretty cock, synthetic and in the style of the rest of his body, stands proudly and brushes against your belly when he bucks his hips against you.

Too distracted by the new addition, you almost miss his wandering hands as they strip you of your own clothes to match your omnic lover. “As I said, my love. You will not break me.”

A smirk crosses your face and you close one hand around his cock, pulling a sweet moan from him. “Rough, you said? Alright. Rough it is.” Oh, you’re going to break him, but in all the best ways.

imagine-this-overwatch:

Imagine Genji gets sick. It’s just a cold, but his weakened body has a harder time fighting off sickness. He’s been bedridden for a couple days now and you’ve noticed he hasn’t been eating much. He says he just hasn’t been feeling hungry, but you can tell he’s been losing weight and without any food his body would have even less energy to fight off the disease.

So, you make him some fresh soup. A classic dish for the sick.

You gave Genji the bowl, but he just set it on his bed side table and nuzzled back under the covers. That wouldn’t do. You pulled the blanket back, sat on the edge of the bed, took the bowl in your hands, took a spoonful of soup, and held it out for Genji to sip on. If he was going to be a big baby about this, he’d be fed like one too.

Genji just let out a little whine and turned his face away from the spoon. Yep. Big baby. You kept moving the spoon to get it in his mouth but he continued to whip his head back and forth. This quickly got him dizzy though, and while he was in this dazed state, you managed to get the spoon in his mouth.

Genji froze then slowly swallowed the soup you gave him. A small smile formed on his lips, clearly enjoying the flavor. You smile to yourself, happy to have turned him on to the soup. You try to hand him the bowl so he can finish it himself, but he hesitantly requests that you just feed it to him. He makes the excuse that he is simply too weak to have to hold the bowl for too long, but you know he just likes being babied while feeling so sick. Hoping it would cheer him up a little, you comply and feed him the soup spoonful by spoonful.

When the bowl is empty, Genji lets out a happy sigh, pleased to feel so well fed. He comments that he’s starting to feel better already before he settles himself in the bed to take a nap. You start making your way out of the room but before you leave, Genji asks that you prepare some more soup for him when he wakes up. He’s sure he’ll want to be fed some more.

Yandere Genji fucking his S/O with the end of his sword, telling them to love him back and cum or he won’t hesitate to use the other end. Praising them when they climax and make a mess on the floor, unable to stop himself from licking up a taste before pulling the handle out of the reader and replacing it with his cock, saying “if you cum, it means you love me too”. Male or female IDK It’s more of an idea dump

1800areyouslapping:

Oh yes, that’s hot. Yandere!Genji fucking his S/O with the handle of his katana so hard that they cum and squirt all over the floor. Legs shaking, inner thighs shinning with it. Crying because they were afraid they might not be able to, would he really follow through on his threat?

Genji’s pleased by the mess. That must mean that they really love him. And he can’t let all of their love for him go to waste on the floor so he has to get down there to take as much of it into his body as possible. He just feels more loved by them as he’s licking up their fluids. Holds the blade to their throat while he fucks them afterward to prove to his S/O that they can trust him, their life is safe in his hands.

What about ask #1 with Genji? Mmmmmm, angst

Here is the requested angst. 😮 “I love you, please don’t go,” with Genji.

When Genji fell for you, it scared him.

He used any pull he had with Winston to avoid going on missions with you. Being close but stopping himself from touching you or telling you the truth pained his heart.

What if you noticed his gaze lingering on you, your body or your face, and began to wonder? He was terrified that you not returning his feelings might set him back. Genji had worked hard to be able to look in the mirror and not want to shatter it. He put up walls when it came to you. It hurt, but it hurt less than rejection, he was sure.

One day, Genji’s ears caught a conversation about you. Before he could tune it out, he caught the words “Minato Clan Mission.” That alarmed him.

He did not want you anywhere near the members of that clan. They had been next on the list to dismantle, after his former own clan, before he left Overwatch. Even if it was just reconnaissance, he should be there to anticipate any dangers.

He got up and ran to his weapons locker. Your safety meant more to him than his own feelings, and it was too late to talk to Winston about changes.

You were about to step on the ramp of the Orca, when someone called your name from behind you. You turned around.

There stood Genji, face plates on and weapons strapped to his back. Ready to go.

“…Genji?”

He took a step closer.

“Don’t go,” he said.

“What? Why?”

“I love you,” he stated. “A-and I should be accompanying you on that mission. I could not forgive myself if something happened to you.”

“Okaaaay,” you said. While this wasn’t necessarily unwelcome news, you felt put on the spot and flustered. “But why are you telling me now?”

Genji took another step forward, but he seemed to changed his mind, settled his shoulders back, and clasped his hands behind his back.

“I know these people. You are in danger without me there to advise you. I want you to let me go with you. Please.”

“Okay,” you said. You blushed, not sure what to say just yet. “You’ll watch my back?”

“No one will harm you. And if you don’t return my feelings, I promise, you won’t hear another word.”

Genji followed inside the Orca. You’re glad he said that, because he was about to be disappointed.

tacticalvisor76:

a/n: here’s some short soft thing for genji.

soft/body worship attempted/giving genji the love that he deserves

The kisses that were peppered against his jaw and lips made Genji sigh. The green light from his body acted as a dim light for the room while you slowly removed every piece of armor that you could from your boyfriend’s body. Kissing every little inch of skin that became available upon removal of his armor.

Sof touches, fingers kneading into his skin simultaneously relaxing him, but turning Genji into a puddle of goo in your hands. Each kiss and loving caress against his scared flesh made Genji smile.

“You’re so beautiful and handsome you know that right Genji?” you spoke, voice soft and full of love. Your fingertip following a long scar on his chest, one that you laid kisses upon before repeating the same actions once more on the other visible scars.

Genji wasn’t under the illusion that he was beautiful or handsome, finding peace in what he looks like now. He is human, but more machine than man. Yet here you are, treating him in a way that would bring a tear to anyone’s eyes with your soft voice, touches, and words. Treating him as if he were the most precious thing in this world.

Pressing soft kisses on his scars, his human, and synthetic flesh, and showering him with praise. Looking at his ruined, and dulled flesh with only love in your eyes. Entwining his fingers with yours, he leaned forward to kiss you as well. A smile gracing both of your features after he pulled away.

“Thank you.” is all Genji can find in his power to say, accepting who and what he is now, but he still loved to hear you tell him that he is still desirable to others. Praising his lips, his hands, his neck, his body and anything else you could think of. Kissing each and every little thing that you praised. Jumping when your hands reached his ass, massaging it with soft touches making him groan in appreciation.

By the end of your praises, kisses, and touches Genji was a sobbing and emotional mess. He was so lucky to have you, so lucky to love you and that you love him in return.

He kissed you without holding back how he felt, biting and nipping at your lips before pressing himself as close to you as he could. Relaxing in the familiar warmth of your embrace.

Vampire hanzo or vampire 76 creeping at night, their sweet sweet prey theyve been stalking wakes up to bite marks in special places… first the neck, then the chest, then the hip… soon shes got bites on her thighs and has no idea what kinda mosquito this is or why she keeps waking up so wet. One day she wakes up in the middle of the night to a man in her room… initial shock wears off when he shows her what else ge can do with his mouth

1800areyouslapping:

demialwrites:

1800areyouslapping:

Vampires make for such good dubcon because they can charm their person of interest into a nice high, fogged up headspace where they don’t give a fuck, or are too overwhelmed/confused to care or fight the intruding, scary supernatural predator crawling between their legs.

Reader’s been thinking about going to the doctor too because she’s been really lethargic lately? Maybe these mosquitos have given her something… she should probably get her place fumigated while she’s at it. She won’t do either, because vampire!Hanzo has been slowly turning her into his thrall. Telling her in her sleep not to go to the doctor because Hanzo doesn’t want to risk her blood ending up tainted by a transfusion. He likes it just the way it is. The fumigation is a waste of her time. So every time she goes to make appointments or phone calls for some reason she just… doesn’t do it?

She also has the craziest dreams that she can’t exactly remember, but one thing she does remember is that they’re usually filthy. One night she goes to sleep early due to how tired she is and it disrupts her sleep schedule, messes with Hanzo’s influence and she wakes up as he starts to touch her. She only gets the chance to scream for a moment before she’s being cooed at to hush. He’s been far too greedy lately, taking too much from her. Tonight he’ll give her something in return: his skilled tongue between her legs, eating her out into writhing bliss.

May I add on?

I really like the idea of a vampire McCree. If he puts his accent on super heavy and slow, it hypnotizes his target. He might corner you somewhere alone, but then take you somewhere even more secluded to pull your pants down and stick his hands under your clothes to have his way with you. Then he rearranges your clothes and leaves before the spell has worn off.

Young Genji could do something similar (minus the accent part), but it’s easier for him to get people alone on dates. You’d wake up the next morning in a fancy hotel room not knowing how you got there, with condoms and other evidence strewn about the room. Genji might take videos or pictures of the fun he had. McCree wouldn’t; doesn’t want any more evidence (besides the evidence he released inside you) of what he did because he’s on the run.

A vampire!McCree with a hypnotizing drawl really fucking gets me. Finds you in a bar and sweet talks into your ear. Puts you under his spell and gets you out into the dirty, dark back alleyway to get his fill and have his fun with you. Maybe he has to keep talking to you all low throughout the whole thing in order to keep you entranced. So vampire!McCree makes it a point to tell you what he’s doing through dirty talk. But I also like the idea of his spell being so powerful that all he has to do is come up behind you, run his hands down your arms, and whisper “follow me” and your his for a good hour.

A young!Genji would also use his vampire powers to his full advantage and be really gross about his use of those powers. He wants to take pictures so that he has a log of all the victims he’s charmed into his bed, and takes videos as all the nasty shit that he can convince them to do. Maybe even makes then rewatch the videos in the morning like an asshole asking if they remember any of it.

Vampire hanzo or vampire 76 creeping at night, their sweet sweet prey theyve been stalking wakes up to bite marks in special places… first the neck, then the chest, then the hip… soon shes got bites on her thighs and has no idea what kinda mosquito this is or why she keeps waking up so wet. One day she wakes up in the middle of the night to a man in her room… initial shock wears off when he shows her what else ge can do with his mouth

1800areyouslapping:

Vampires make for such good dubcon because they can charm their person of interest into a nice high, fogged up headspace where they don’t give a fuck, or are too overwhelmed/confused to care or fight the intruding, scary supernatural predator crawling between their legs.

Reader’s been thinking about going to the doctor too because she’s been really lethargic lately? Maybe these mosquitos have given her something… she should probably get her place fumigated while she’s at it. She won’t do either, because vampire!Hanzo has been slowly turning her into his thrall. Telling her in her sleep not to go to the doctor because Hanzo doesn’t want to risk her blood ending up tainted by a transfusion. He likes it just the way it is. The fumigation is a waste of her time. So every time she goes to make appointments or phone calls for some reason she just… doesn’t do it?

She also has the craziest dreams that she can’t exactly remember, but one thing she does remember is that they’re usually filthy. One night she goes to sleep early due to how tired she is and it disrupts her sleep schedule, messes with Hanzo’s influence and she wakes up as he starts to touch her. She only gets the chance to scream for a moment before she’s being cooed at to hush. He’s been far too greedy lately, taking too much from her. Tonight he’ll give her something in return: his skilled tongue between her legs, eating her out into writhing bliss.

May I add on?

I really like the idea of a vampire McCree. If he puts his accent on super heavy and slow, it hypnotizes his target. He might corner you somewhere alone, but then take you somewhere even more secluded to pull your pants down and stick his hands under your clothes to have his way with you. Then he rearranges your clothes and leaves before the spell has worn off.

Young Genji could do something similar (minus the accent part), but it’s easier for him to get people alone on dates. You’d wake up the next morning in a fancy hotel room not knowing how you got there, with condoms and other evidence strewn about the room. Genji might take videos or pictures of the fun he had. McCree wouldn’t; doesn’t want any more evidence (besides the evidence he released inside you) of what he did because he’s on the run.