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With this one, I thought about my own relationship with my husband and how he’s different when it’s just the two of us. Others might call his behaviour ‘out of character.’ I drew inspiration from that idea for this.
Your battle-worn and lovable boy, Jesse McCree, stepped in the front door. He moved like the weight of the past few days had taken up residence in his boots. He had discarded his cigarillo long before, just like you required. No smoking in the house. Your smile drooped into a frown when you saw the state of him.
“You’re filthy! Have you been rolling in the dirt?!”
“I roll, Momma, that’s what I do,” he replied, referring to his combat roll.
“Well…take these off,” you said, gesturing to his clothes. “Baby needs a bath.”
Jesse loved the idea, but he had to make a grumpy fuss first like the tired child he was.
“But Momma!” he complained.
“But nothing! Strip,” you ordered, pointing at the floor where you expected his clothes to end up.
You watched him unstrap and wiggle leisurely out of his gear, with dull thuds and the jingle of his belt. The movement of removing the clothes made them rain a layer of dirt and dust onto the floor. But the foyer was tiled. Nothing a quick sweep wouldn’t fix.
“Undies, too!”
He scoffed. “Fine.”
He slipped off his boxers to reveal a half-hard length. He was just happy to see you. All that was left was his hat.
“Naughty,” you chided.
He smiled, most of it in his eyes. Then he flung his arms wide.
“C’mere, Momma!” he said, taking you in a hug. “I want my hug!”
You stiffened as he gathered you to his dirty self. Your naughty boy nuzzled his dirt-caked beard into your neck, humming like this was better than a couple of fingers of whiskey after his long day. When he stepped back, he realized his mistake.
“Sorry, Momma.” He took his hat off. “But, ya know, this just means you’ll have to join me.”
He winked.
“Well, I guess I have to,” you complained dramatically.
He laughed while you joined him down to your birthday suit.
“You gonna carry me to the bath, Momma?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Your hand flew out to pinch his exposed nipple.
“Ow!” he exclaimed, his feet dancing up and down from the pain. “Fine.”
Your boy Jesse had the figure of what you’d call a starved bear. Nice and fuzzy and cuddly-looking, with the soft curves of his muscles. But minus all the bulk of a real bear.
“I’ll clean your hat for you later.” You held your hand out.
He gave you the hat. You hung it up near the door where it belonged. Rubbing at his chest hair produced more dirt that fell to the floor. You scoffed, he shrugged, and you led him to the bathroom.
You drew your dirty boy a bath. A little on the scalding side, just like he preferred.
“Isn’t that a nice view.”
You straightened up from leaning over the bath.
“Get in.”
Just stepping in made Jesse groan in relief. He sank down into the water, eyes rolling up, and lips parting. Then he lay back. You sat on the toilet.
“Momma?”
“Mm?”
“A man doesn’t need bubbles. But he does need his duck.”
“Alright, Baby.”
You placed the yellow rubber duckie with the tiny cowboy hat in the water. He flicked at it, making it bob and sway.
“What about Tio Pato?”
“Alright, you twisted my arm. Give ‘im here.”
You pulled another duck from the shelf and placed it next to the cowboy duck. This duck had a tiny sombrero and mustache on his bill.
If only the other members of Overwatch could see him now. But he was happy, and that’s all that mattered. You soaped him up real nice while he told you about his day.
“I liberated a nice omnic dame from a box. She’s needed in the fight against Talon.”
You lathered circles across his chest.
“Run into any trouble?”
“Just an old acquaintance I mentioned before. Ashe.” He lifted his arms to let you scrub his pits. “She’s predictable. I handled her.”
“Not literally, I hope.”
He gasped. “I would never, Momma.”
You laughed. “I know.”
Jesse finished his story, and you told him briefly about your day. Dull in comparison to his.
“You should be grateful for that,” he always said.
“I am. Because I have you,” you said, punctuating your sentence with a peck to his temple.
He blushed. “Aww, Momma.”
You handed him a towel as he rose from the bath nice and clean. He towelled off sloppily, more interested in your nakedness. He sat on the towel on the edge of the tub.
“What?” you asked, as he gazed at you.
“I need somethin’ for my oral fixation,” he purred.
You let him draw you closer with his arms around your waist. His warm lips closed around your nipple. You sighed, loving where this was going.
He would most likely just smile at you fondly and admire you. You were being so openly romantic that it was enough to make him blush and look at you with that smitten expression. Because you were drunk, you had absolutely no filter… so when you picked up on his expression, you told him that you wished he would look at you in that way more. This led to Hanzo stiffening slightly, clearly flustered. He stroked your face and smiled remorsefully, promising you he’d be better. His heart melted at the sight of your smile.
Soldier: 76:
He wouldn’t allow himself to let you out of his sight; the last thing he wanted was for you to wake up in the morning and regret something. He wasn’t possessive, he would just watch from a far enough distance so you could have your fun but not too far that he couldn’t swoop in and get you out of a situation. Knowing you, this was bound to happen and he knew this from past experiences. So, when his time came, Jack thanked your friends for the good time and practically threw you over his shoulder to carry you out as you laughed and waved at them.
McCree:
He couldn’t resist the opportunity to look after you, you were being more clingy than usual and he was all here for it. You just so bubbly and adorable that he couldn’t stop smiling when you tried to steal his hat and pretend to be him. You were currently straddling his hips, he had his hands on your waist and that million-dollar smile on his face. Soon enough, when you started to get tired, Jesse could easily pick you up and escort you to your room with ease. You latched onto him perfectly and relaxed, breathing in the smell of your boyfriend.
Genji:
He would probably be filming you the entire time… it was perfect blackmail material! You would whine and try and grab the camera off of him, but he would always hold it at arm’s length and giggle as you half-heartedly attempt to steal it from him. Genji would ask you silly questions just to hear your reply in that slurred voice of yours. “Baaaabe.” You pouted before completely giving up and collapsing into his lap. He chuckled, running his fingers through your hair as you babbled something about how mean he was.
Genji can be so serious sometimes. One moment, playful to the point of annoyance, but as soon as it was time to train, he was too busy for you. He put his foot down, even in your time of need. It was just sex, he pointed out. Ironic for him to be saying so. You held fast to his leg as he tried to leave, you being dragged along the carpet as he walked.
“I must be ovulating or something, c’mon! Don’t leave me here with just my toys!” you pleaded.
“Anyone who calls themselves my love can do without me for a small time,” he teased.
You whimpered and whined, and he still left, walking out the door saying, “Jesse’s free.”
You sat up, your interest piqued.
He was attractive enough, in his rough-and-tumble way. He was polite enough, in all the times you interacted with him. It was enough to light the fire, and you approached him with your problem. He could solve it, with a whole pack of condoms.
Jesse was single right now, and so he grinned at the chance. You shed your confining clothes, to his impressed whistle. Next, he tried to initiate some foreplay. The tickle of his facial hair and his hot, roaming hands just made you want to scream for him to get on with it. Your thighs gripped him tight, drawing him in, and he had to pry you off to get room to penetrate you.
“You sure Genji won’ mind us goin’ again?”
“He’s a big boy. He’ll be fine,” you grabbed the top of his mussed hair and pulled him closer. “Let’s go! Don’t stop until I say.”
The slick mess that your sex was, his cock slid right in from behind. The previous rounds had you stretched perfectly for his thickness to fit. You melted back down onto the bed in relief. You weren’t complete without something stuffed in there.
“You’re insatiable, eh?” he asked, pulling his hips back to set a slow pace.
You meet his suffocatingly lustful gaze with as blank of a look as you can manage. You didn’t come here to flirt.
“You’ll do,” you replied, lying back down.
“Aww, c’mon. I know you thought about me before now. Maybe when the ninja’s dickin’ you down, a few thoughts a’ me sneak in there….?”
The amount that Jesse talked, it was exhausting. But your cunt was a ravenous mistress and the cowboy was tasty enough.
“Wouldja look at me,” he drawled, “reduced to a fucktoy.”
“You don’t sound unhappy about that.”
He snorted. “Maybe I’m into it.”
You closed your eyes and let soft pants out of your mouth. Jesse’s hips made equally soft slaps against your rear.
“That was just a trot, Honey,” he purred. “Are you ready for a gallop?”
You burst out laughing and swung an arm behind to give him a smack.
“Don’t ruin it with your cowboy jokes! And yes, fuck me harder.”
With a hand gripping your hip, he fucked into you faster. You arched your hips back, offering your cunt up for him to pound.
“Fuck, you need this don’t you?”
You can’t find the word to retort, so he continues.
“Speechless, this time? My cock fucked the words outta you?”
Maybe. You don’t care to correct him. The sound of your bodies colliding is shameful, and you live for it. It’s the right stuff to have the pressure building for another peak. Jesse continues to ramble with his dirty talk. All of the stimuli blends together near the home stretch, and he keeps going like you told him.
You reach back to squeeze his thigh, and squeak out, “Harder!”
He finds it in him to do so, still bragging to no one. It’s enough to end it, and you shout as he fucks you through it.
He’s puffing on a fresh cigarillo while you’re trying to pull your senses together.
“Again?” he asks.
“I thought you were nervous.”
“Being killed for good pussy isn’t the worst way to go.”
Whenever you’re away on a trip, Puppy!cree sleeps in your bed because your scent eases his separation anxiety.
Did someone ask for Genji in addition to McCree?
McCree
Pup!Cree doesn’t come across as a boy who is needy and starved of affection. Not when he struts around like he owns the place and flirts back with gusto. Well, if you did think he’s not the needy sort, you’re quickly reassessing your opinion when the poor pup hangs off your legs as you pile your bags next to the door.
“Where are you going?” He pouts up at you, ears and tail drooping. “How long are you gonna be gone for?” How long as you going to leave him alone?
You laugh at his wobbling lip and pet him lovingly. “Just two days, doggy. You can last that long without me, can’t you?”
Two days? That’s…that’s nearly an eternity! “I’ll die before you get home,” he wails and hugs you tighter, trying his best to imitate a python to stop you from leaving. “That’s too long.”
While endearing, his antics are delaying your departure and you really did need to go now. With a sigh and a quick kiss, you quickly wrench him off you and pass him a pillow you keep in your car just for him. “Sorry, doggy. You’re going to have to put your big boy pants on for two days until I get back. Be good, alright Jesse?” Before he can recover from your hurried kiss, you rush out the door and lock it behind you, waving at your pet from the car window as you speed off.
Now, McCree is all alone in this big house, left staring at the door on his knees – just where you left him. Whining and pawing at the door uselessly, he leans against the wood and fights back the tension building in his chest. Okay, just two days, he can do this! You’ll be back in a heartbeat! He can be a big pup and take care of himself until you get back and-
He makes it to your bedroom to make the bed before your scent hits him right in the nose. And just like that, he crumbles again. But-but what if you don’t come back? Are you going to abandon him again? Surely not, right! He’s been a good boy for you, he hasn’t destroyed anything in the house for a month and he didn’t chew on your favourite heels. Heck, he even refrained from begging for scraps at the table! That’s what a good boy does, right? You’re not possibly going to leave a good boy behind, right?
Deep, even breaths quickly become nigh hyperventilating. McCree is starting to panic a little bit. What if you don’t come back. What if you decided to abandon him like his previous owners? What if what if what if-
It’s nonsense, he knows that. You love him more than anything else in the world, as you said countless times ever since you brought him home from the shelter. He can ride this out, he knows he can. He just needs a little bit of comfort for the moment. Just something to make him think you’re still here.
With that in mind, he sheds his clothes and crawls into your bed, rolling around in the sheets and burying his nose in your pillow to take in deep lungfuls of your comforting scent. In mere minutes his anxiety dies down bit by bit, soothing his breathing and his frantic heartbeat until he’s dozing quietly under your heavy duvet.
Yeah, you’ll be back. Just two days. Just…just two days.
Genji
What was supposed to be a day trip has turned into a three-day nightmare. Genji curls despondently into the messily made nest as he mourns your fading scent. The sheets and blankets and pillows smell more like him than it does of you now, sending him into a deep funk that he’s not sure he can climb out of on his own. All the linens that you’ve touched are hoarded onto your bed, pooling around him and making up for your absence somewhat.
But as comfortable as his nest is, it doesn’t replace your warmth and your reassuring presence. And has he mentioned that his nest doesn’t really smell like you anymore? Because it doesn’t. And it’s driving him mad.
The first few hours of making his nest were heaven save for the near-crippling separation anxiety that made him act almost embarrassingly clingy. He went about collecting every piece of soft material that even remotely smelled like you and piled it on the bed, crawling into it soon after to burrow deep within its depths. It was sort of what cat-nip would be to him if there was ever a version that could affect him, and he rolled around in its softness up until twilight when he expected you to return.
When you didn’t, he first got anxious again. Did you leave him? Did you decide not to come back?
Luckily for his sanity, you texted him saying that you’ll be delayed for a further two days and that you were really sorry. That you’ll make it up to him when you get back. He remembers nearly tearing up in relief that you haven’t abandoned him, instead replying that you’ll make it up to him indeed. Seeing your text soothes him a little, but soon he’s back to his old ways of worrying and fidgeting and letting his mind go down that forbidden rabbit hole.
The nest helps a little. Keyword: a little. He squirms in it and ruts into your panties and takes his showers with your toiletries. Anything to make him smell like you and make him think that you’re still there. Heck, he even fires up the electric blanket for some additional warmth.
Hour by hour, day by day, and by now the nest isn’t helping at all. He paces up and down the halls of your house, checking the window and the door for any sign of your arrival. You’re due back any moment now – you even texted him to say that you’re in the home stretch. Any moment now. Any. Moment.
He sits before the door, ears perked and eyes glued to the stained glass for any sign of a shadow approaching the stoop. The light dims and his pupils dilate. How long has he been sitting there? A few minutes? A few hours? He loses time while he waits with bated breath, his hands twitching every time he hears something outside the door.
It must have been only fifteen minutes, but to him, it felt like an eternity before his sharp hearing picks up your car pulling into the driveway and your distinct footsteps approaching the door. Shaking and nearly limp with relief, he can’t do much other than lean against the wall and howl with happiness the moment you open the door.
“I’m home-Genji! What are you doing on the floor, you silly pup!” You admonish him with a tired smile and drop your bag, just in time to catch him as he throws himself at your legs with slightly teary eyes.
“You’re home!” It’s almost a sob but he’ll never admit it. “Welcome home.”
This isn’t collaring in the traditional dom/sub sense, but how could I not write something for the hybrid au? Reader is the hybrid, but it’s up to you what kind, and whether McCree is a baddie or not.
“No!” you shouted.
“C’mon,” your new owner, Jesse said. “It’s fer your own good.”
Jesse McCree had you caged against the floor of your new home. He straddled your waist, without actually applying pressure. Being gentle, but firm. You kept your hands around your neck, blocking his attempts to put a collar around your neck. It was leather, the colour matching his favourite chaps.
The sentiment was lost on you, who wanted freedom. You kicked your legs against the floor and bucked. Jesse oof’d as your stomach bumped his crotch.
“I only want to take care ah you,” he insisted.
“I don’t want to be taken care of!”
You shook your head wildly. Wiggling onto your side, you put your forearms to the tile and start scrambling.
“C’mon now, you’re not a worm…!”
You got a couple feet away before he grabbed your waist. He slid you back towards him. Your shirt rode up, and you squeaked on the cold tile. Jesse put his knee to your back, along with some of his weight. Your whole front was pressed to the ground. Your adrenaline spiked, and you thrashed.
Jesse was considered a fantastic shot for a reason, though. He predicted your movements before you made them and took a shot. Your movements died down when you felt the soft underside of the leather hugging your neck.
“Let me know if that’s too tight for ya,” he said, standing up.
You stared at his boots as he walked away from you, wondering if you could really get away from this one.
This is more fluff than anything smutty. Smut inspiration didn’t really hit me with this one. But it’s lots of SFW pet-play things. And if you’re not familiar with the hybrid AU: Hybrids are humans just with actual animal ears and tails. They also have a lot of behaviors that coincide with whatever animal they’re mixed with.
This one wouldn’t stop, so I had to cut it off awkwardly, or it’d be a full fic. Gotta save some energy for tomorrow!
You did not appreciate being gagged. And with one of your own scarves, too. It was easy to forget that Hanzo was creative like that. Devilish, like his brother. He wore a faint smile as he left you there, but it was obnoxious enough to you.
You didn’t mind being tied to the chair. Arms bound behind you, and your ankles bound to the chair legs. It was not being able to speak your wants that frustrated you.
Genji started the sweet torture first. His cool fingers tickled up your sides. He traced invisible shapes from your middle to your chest with his fingertips, pointedly avoiding your breasts. Made them faintly ache to be touched, too. Then he left.
Jesse came by next. He stood with disinterest in his posture and on his face. He went through half a cigarillo, just admiring your needy expression from afar. Too far. His body was hot compared to Genji, and you needed the heat. He didn’t touch you. Oh, he touched himself, though. He put one boot on the chair next to your knee and jerked his thick cock in your face, not letting you touch. He watched you watch his hand, him pumping himself rough and fast, showing you what you weren’t getting. He wiped his cum off on you with one sloppy swipe on your stomach.
That pissed you off, and you glared and struggled. He chuckled, his eyes crinkling, and left, too.
Genji came back, this time with a vibrator. You watched him warily. He slipped it inside your cunt, which had begun to stain the chair with a small patch of slick. He held the vibrator against your front walls and turned it on to a high setting, making you jerk and arch. You rode the stimulation with rolling hips. The vibrator stopped just before you came.
You screamed behind the gag, trying to tear yourself from the constraints.
“You would not be here in this predicament if you weren’t such a brat,” Genji told you.
He left the toy you inside you and took the remote with him.
“They never clean up after themselves,” came Hanzo’s clear, deep voice ten minutes later.
He cleaned you up gently, wiping off the dried cum with a warm, wet cloth. He removed the toy from your cunt, noting your needy expression as he did so. Your cunt clutched at nothing.
Hanzo wasn’t going to be the one who was going to take pity on you. He did cut the rope binding your ankles to the chair. He lifted your open legs to sit under you. He reached between you to pull his pants down to reveal his cock. Your cunt flexed again at where this was going.
Hanzo bounced you on his cock without mercy, your head thrown back and your legs flailing the entire time. Hanzo was chasing his own end without regard to yours. Genji may have used a toy on you, but Hanzo was using you as his toy. He put his hand to your throat. Not to choke, he just liked to hold you to his lap. He gritted his teeth and grunted, driving into you with short thrusts. As soon as your legs stiffened at his sides, he sped up just a bit more. A crescendo of moans, and he came, a powerful spurt of his cum shooting up into you.
He left you limp and spent. Hanzo didn’t clean you up, because he loved to see the evidence of his claim on you drooling out of your punished cunt onto the chair.
“Let me add to that,” Jesse purred, the words announcing his return.
You eyed him from beneath your sweaty hair on your forehead. You were tired but wired all the same. Your lower belly ached so badly for release.
Jesse didn’t free you from the chair like you were hoping.
“Warm me up a bit, please,” he said, holding his half-hard cock in one hand.
With the other, he made space between your lips and the gag to slip it in. You sealed your mouth around it. He drew his hips back and then thrust in slowly, considerately.
“So tight…that I think I might just…”
Jesse changed his mind on fucking your properly and fucked your face instead. He held your head in place with a gentle grip on your hair and used your mouth. Drool leaked all over your chin. He panted above you.
“Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah,” he chanted softly.
He pulled out at the last second to let his cum land between your legs, on top of Hanzo’s mess. Some of it dripped down your clit, making you whine pathetically. No one would let you cum!
The three of them watched you dozing. They stood in the next room with your back to them.
“What did you do to her?” Genji asked.
“Nothing you would not have done,” Hanzo said.
Genji laughed. It was true.
“Go make her beg you to stop,” said Jesse.
“Will do,” said Genji.
Genji walked into the room, removing his crotch plate. His synthetic cock revealed itself. You were going to get to cum, alright. You were going to cum until you wanted to beg Genji to stop, but he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t hear you behind the gag.
I feel like McCree and Genji would be your best bets.
I feel McCree would act out for the camera more, though, and really amp up that sexy cowboy persona. Genji would likely request that you keep his face out of the shot. Otherwise, he’d do a pretty good job sexing it up for the camera. He’d probably make an effort to really moan like a whore to make up for the lack of face.
Being on camera gets McCree off pretty quick, whereas Genji still focuses on pleasuring you above all else. McCree kind of talks to you/fucks you like you ARE the camera and does what he does in order to please his audience rather than just you. For Genji, it’s just the usual sex, just with a camera thrown in so… yeah it’s that.
The boys celebrate their missions well done, or even their mission that was far less than easy by disappearing into a special part of Blackwatch base, drinking, and fucking you senseless. They don’t even bother talking to you. Just treat you like a set of holes they can fuck their dicks into. And if they do talk to you it’s just so they can tell you how much of a fucking slut you are, a bitch made for taking cum. They’ll use you to tears and then use you some more because the only thing that matters is their satisfaction.
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