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ivymarquis · 1 year

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Intro + Masterlist

Hi! I’m Ivy and I have been known to write things on occasion.

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**UTD as of 6/5/23; Check the “my writing” tag to see if Ive posted anything that hasn’t been added to the list yet :)

Kinktober 2023 masterlist here!

OVERWATCH

Unspecified male OW!character x Reader

Heat Stroke He was a furnace and a cuddle monster- a trait you’d greatly appreciated when you’d started sleeping (as in, literally sleeping) with him in the winter. Now? The temperatures were rising and his grip was borderline suffocating at night.

Gabriel Reyes/Reaper

Gabriel throat fucking Reader ✨⚪ Free use throat fucking kink

Kinktober Day 6 (2018) ✨⚪ Daddy | Corset

Kinktober Day 7 (2018) ✨⚫ Praise Kink | Aphrodisiacs

Kinktober Day 10 (2018) ✨⚪ Wax Play | Hair Pulling

Incubus!Reaper Gabriel has something to tell you. Hopefully he doesn’t have a secret wife.

Gabriel Reyes vs 2-year-old toddler Gabriel underestimates the power of a nap

Daddy kink headcanon Tis what it says on the tin. Reyes’ reaction to their s/o having a daddy kink

Reaper teaching his S/O how to kiss Tis what it says on the tin

Moira O’Deorain

Kinktober Day 2 (2018) ✨⚪ Medical Play | Begging

Kinktober Day 11 (2018) ✨⚪ Aphyxiation | Object Insertion

Moira with an affectionate S/O Headcanons of Moira with an S/O who enjoys showing random affection

Looks Can Be Deceiving ✨⚪ Moira thinks you’d look adorable squealing underneath her.

Birdy ⚠️✨🔴 Moira’s in rut and has plans for you.

Daddy Part of your self-appointed job as Moira’s girlfriend was to annoy her on occasion.

Us ❗❗ You can’t overlook this.

Chocolate Kisses ✨⚪ You agree to go on a date with Moira

Problem Solving ✨⚪ You take control when Moira gets too stressed out.

Jack Morrison/Soldier 76** ** F!Reader fics written prior to announcement of Jack’s sexuality

Daddy kink headcanon Tis what it says on the tin. Jack’s reaction to their s/o having a daddy kink

Brat Tamer!76 ✨⚪ You weren’t acting out because you’d missed him. Definitely

Sleeping Dogs Lie ⚠️✨🔴 Jack just wants to make you happy

Movie Night ✨⚪ Jack starts seeing a new mother and develops some new kinks as a result.

Hang Ups ✨⚪ Jack moves past his hang ups.

Stealth ⚠️✨🔴 You’re not nearly as stealthy as you think you are.

Cole Cassidy** ** Older fics refer to Jesse McCree, pre name change

Kinktober Day 1 (2018) ✨⚪ Smiles/Laughter | Deep Throating

Demon!Hanzo x Werewolf!McCree x F! Reader ✨⚫ You decide to summon a demon and there are some… unintended consequences

Nap Time It’s just a fact that boobs make the best pillows

Gratitude ✨⚪ Jesse shows his gratitude to his sweetpea getting a tattoo themed after him

Welcome Home, Baby ✨⚪ Jesse comes home

Daddy kink headcanon Tis what it says on the tin. Cassidy’s reaction to their s/o having a daddy kink

Trying for a baby with his wife headcanons Tis what it says on the tin

Genji Shimada

Late Bloomer (I) (II) ✨⚪✔️ Genji’s precious beta is actually an omega- one whose heat hits her like a freight train.

Dragon!Genji x Reader ✨⚪ You’re ready to carry your lover’s eggs

Bother ✨⚪ You figured Genji wouldn’t care for a second if your cousin was visiting. As it turned out, he cared very much.

Stay ✨⚪ Genji hasn’t been with anyone since his near death experience. Then you join blackwatch.

Playground You and Genji go to a playground

Kitten Play ✨⚪ Being a well respected professional in your work life is fine and all, but there’s comfort in handing the reins over to someone else.

Genji w/ S/O who struggles with penetration ✨⚪ Tis what it says on the tin

Idol Genji has his own way of wishing you good luck for your concerts- This has unintended consequences.

Hanzo Shimada

Demon!Hanzo x Werewolf!McCree x F! Reader ✨⚫ You decide to summon a demon and there are some… unintended consequences

Daddy kink headcanon Tis what it says on the tin. Hanzo’s reaction to their s/o having a daddy kink

Sugar ⚠️ You just got cold feet is all

Incorrigible ✨⚪ You’re an incorrigible tease when you want to be.

Hanzo x Reader ✨⚪ You let Hanzo tie you up like a thanksgiving turkey

Candy Hanzo has some concerns about all the reader's candy

Trying for a baby with his wife headcanons Tis what it says on the tin

Sombra

Kinktober Day 3 (2018) ✨⚪ Sensory Deprivation | Edgeplay

Aleksandra Zaryanova

Zarya + Chubby!Reader Self love is important, but can be hard

Akande Ogundimu

Phone Etiquette Akande knows how to make a boring business call much more interesting.

See Something You Like? You notice when Akande starts timing his workouts to match with yours.

Wilhelm Reinhardt

Sugar Daddy!Reinhardt Headcanons of sugar daddy Reinhardt

Lucio Correia dos Santos

Trying for a baby with his wife headcanons Tis what it says on the tin

Far Cry 5

Jacob Seed

Apex Predator (I) ⚠️⭕ The Deputy has a secret, and Jacob makes it his mission to bring her to heel

What You Want (I) (II) (III) ⚠️✨🔴»⚫ ✔️ Jacob learns the deputy is his mate and sets out to subdue her

Quality Over Quantity (I) (II) ✨⚪✔️ Jacob ensures the continuation of the Chosen’s line

Happy ✨⚪ She was content with her place in the middle of the pack. Then Jacob took notice of her.

All Good Things He's been sweet on her ever since she propositioned him back in Missouri

Better Late than Never Pushing 50, Jacob had figured years ago his dreams of a wife and kids weren’t happening

Unrequited ❗❗ Not sure I’ll ever actually finish this- Jacob is in love with the deputy, but marries one of the women in the cult after the deputy marries John

Kinktober Day 4 (2018) ✨⚪ Spanking | Spit Roasting

Kinktober Day 8 (2018) ✨⚪ Hate Fucking/Angry Sex | Fisting

Illness The Deputy gets sick in the cages

Can’t Sleep Jacob's insomnia is not new- when the Reader can't sleep, he offers a potential solution

Good With Kids John gives commentary on Jacob's baby-handling skills

“You smell like wet dog” Fluffy one-off where Reader informs Jacob he needs a bath.

Love Language Tis what it says on the tin

Favorite Kinks Tis what it says on the tin

John Seed

Baptism of Blood ⚠️ John finally has a willing soul to cleanse

Kinktober Day 5 (2018) ⚠️✨⚪ Sadism/Masochism | Blood/Gore

Love Language Tis what it says on the tin

Favorite Kinks Tis what it says on the tin

Joseph Seed

Love Language Tis what it says on the tin

Favorite Kinks Tis what it says on the tin

Faith Seed

Love Language Tis what it says on the tin

Favorite Kinks Tis what it says on the tin

Eli Palmer

Kinktober Day 4 (2018) ✨⚪ Spanking | Spit Roasting

Kinktober Day 9 (2018) ✨⚪ Titfucking | Lingerie

Call Of Duty

Simon Ghost Riley

Simon’s Spotify Playlist Don’t ask me for anyone else’s lol. He’s the only one who gets one.

Spoiled ✨⚪ Spoiled the thought flashes across his head. Course it doesn’t help that he’s utterly whipped. He’ll give you anything you ask for just because you want it.

Bonded ❗❗ You and Simon are caught off guard during a mission

SS: Overstim Tis what it says on the tin

John Price

Blind Date John goes on a blind date. It goes well

John Soap MacTavish

Steel Magnolia Soap falls head over heels for the base’s fire breathing preceptor

Character Study: Honey

Kyle Gaz Garrick

Under My Skin Your situationship uncomplicates itself on a rainy night

König

SS: Pregnancy Risk Not only does König not care that it's not safe to finish inside- that's kinda the point.

Platonic Reader + 141

The B.A.G. Coalition You accidentally spill the beans on why Graves can’t get a date

#cod x reader #overwatch x reader #far cry 5 x reader #x reader #my writing

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yeehanfrf · 11 months

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Week 13 Recs: It's about the Yearning

Week 13's theme was "It's about the yearning," or fics with an emphasis on pining, mutual or otherwise.

Behind the cut, you'll find the recs gathered from the Yeehan community, organized by rating and then alphabetically by title!

Not Rated

This Year by CommonNonsense [8,835 words] Reccer comment: "extra cute, deliciously drawn out stuck-together-in-a-cabin pining"

The holidays are not kind to those on their own. Hanzo, at least, has never been overly invested in this time of year--but McCree, as he often does, changes things, and when a mission sees them snowed in together on Christmas Eve, there is no way to avoid it.

General Audiences

It Ain't Easy by KittenzCaboodle [29,426 words]

It’s St. Patrick’s day and Hanzo does not have a green shirt to wear.

This is not ideal.

On his quest to borrow one and properly join in on the planned celebration at the base, both he and Cole reminisce about how life has changed since Hanzo joined Overwatch. -

Fic written for YeeHan Week 2022!

Teen and Up

Dreamlike by mataglap [4,063 words] Reccer comment: "I FOUND IT!! there's a surprising amount of dream kiss fics"

Hanzo is used to bad dreams, and he never would have expected that a good dream would end up haunting him the most.

Flowers Like Ashes by NoirSongbird [8,266 words] Reccer comment: "Hanahaki, rated teen! There be angst 👀"

The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals. Hanzo Shimada is desperately in love with Jesse McCree -- the flower petals he coughs up whenever McCree so much as looks his way are plenty of evidence of that. It is unfortunate, then, that McCree utterly despises him.

Hiraeth by robocryptid [11,947 words]

After discovering that the mercenary Reaper is his old commander and mentor, Cole takes some time to get his head on straight. Hanzo refuses to let him do it alone.

Or: the author gives Cole Cassidy the kind of feelgood, big emotions, rite-of-passage road trip usually imagined for American teenagers, except this time it's for two grown-ass vigilante murder dudes.

Just Once by Vimeddiee [2,534 words]

Cole dreams that he’s kissing someone.

Sweet Dreams by Dracoduceus [5,134 words]

Hanzo’s dreams started to leak into reality and it becomes harder and harder to deal with, especially with his unresolved feeling toward Cassidy.

Tell Me by Akiko_Natsuko [27,728 words] Reccer comment: "pretty okay ff with past blackwatch Cass/Scion Hanzo"

They had me years before, a fling that had ended without names being exchanged and with an unspoken farewell. Hanzo had never expected to find the Cowboy again, let alone on the day he joined Overwatch. And he was unprepared for the fact that the man that he had never managed to forget, was unable to recognise him the day he finally gave Cassidy his name.

Unaddressed by robocryptid [11,100 words] Reccer comment: "the first chapter is amazing"

He gave twelve years of his life to the original Overwatch. He’s seen dozens of MIA cases, investigated more than a few of them himself. It’s not new. It’s just that now the organization’s so small; it makes it feel a lot more personal.

Winston gave the order. He can’t argue with the logic that he’s the one whose background best fits this particular task. But it was Genji asking him directly — trusting him with this in a way he knows it’s hard for Genji to trust — that made him agree to it.

So he rummages through Hanzo’s desk in search of anything that could help.

Undisclosed Desires by Calardes [12,751 words]

An unexpected dream forced Hanzo to reassess his relationship with a certain cowboy.

Now he could think of little else but how much he wanted to kiss him.

Wake-up Call by fishpoets [2,149 words] Reccer comment: "Love realization"

Falling in love is deceptively simple. Admitting it is trickier.

Mature

All the Little Pieces by KittenzCaboodle [57,890 words]

Cole Cassidy had not known peace ever since Hanzo Shimada had been thrust into his life, but - with some "time" - realizes that maybe it's not so bad having him around.

In fact, maybe it was always meant to be.

Foxhole Dreaming by fishpoets [18,569 words] Reccer comment: "And there was only one bed"

After Hanzo and McCree are ambushed on an undercover mission and McCree is injured, they need to hide out in a secret bunker that McCree knows of while they wait to be rescued. The prospect of a few days in close-quarters alone with McCree wouldn't be a problem, except for one thing: Hanzo's feelings for the gunslinger don't stop at friendship.

i could love you (for the rest of my life) by fwop [3,494 words] Reccer comment: "Oh. *Oh*"

“--if you had just listened to me for once, instead of running off--”

He’s gesturing wildly with his hands, more expression on his face than Jesse ever thought he’d see, more expression than Hanzo would ever like to show (if he had his way). He probably hasn’t even realized what he looks like right now. Instead, he’s doing his level best to cuss Jesse from one end to the other. He’s spittin’ mad.

Oh.

Source of Light by YourAverageJoke [WIP; 10,745 words] Reccer comment: "unfinished but still sweet"

Hanzo wonders if perhaps he had realized it before. Cassidy has been a constant in his life lately, a steady presence he isn’t even ashamed to admit he’s more than a little fond of. It certainly explains how he ended up here; it had seemed natural, after having sat on his bed for hours, staring into the cold, dark abyss of insomnia, to seek out his favourite source of light, especially after he had spent almost two weeks in its constant glow.

Sharing a bed trope with a small twist, some insecurities, lots of sap, and a happy ending.

Explicit

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by KittenzCaboodle [34,828 words] Reccer comment: "18+ and one of my favorites"

The man first in line for the Shimada throne was the last picture that Cole had been given to memorize. Hanzo Shimada. They had said it was unlikely that he would be sent, as he was too important for such menial tasks, but he was the next likely candidate according to Genji.

He gazed longingly towards the door, aching to step outside and get a fresh breath of the cool night air. As he silently grumbled about the sweat rolling down his back, the bodies grinding against each other in the club making the place hot and steamy in all the wrong ways, he saw him.

Of all the people in the world, Hanzo Shimada, the worst possible person, had just walked through the door and was putting their entire Blackwatch mission at risk.

Somehow, Cole had to distract him long enough to for Genji to get out, and he was willing to do whatever it takes, even if he was caught between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea.

But when the Devil buys you dinner and is one of the nicest people you've ever met, then things get confusing.

Crossing Stars by ceasefire [3,488 words] Reccer comment: "Young angsty yeehan has my heart forever"

Hanzo Shimada sneaks out to meet his lover with the help of his brother. Unfortunately, it seems that this will be the last time that they will see one another, and Hanzo decides to throw caution to the wind and do what he really wants for a change.

Not That I'm Complaining by robocryptid [28,981 words] Reccer comment: "I've only read this about a hundred million times, no big uwu"

An AU in which both Shimadas join Blackwatch, and Cole Cassidy falls in love dick first. Approximately 50/50 porn to feelings.

Tell Me Yer Name by kylar [23,161 words] Reccer comment: "YOUNG ANGSTY YEEHAN HAS MY HEART FOREVER"

Hanzo escapes the castle for a breath of fresh air following a particularly difficult day with the clan, and finds one in a mysterious, handsome American cowboy that instantly earns Hanzo's attention. Hanzo knows from subtle clues that his presence in Hanamura could mean trouble for his clan and himself, but that doesn't stop him from carrying on a secret affair with the charming cowboy. It's just a fling though, and he knows it will end eventually. He'll be able to put the cowboy behind him and continue on with his responsibilities and duties to the Shimada Clan. Little does he know, it won't be that easy, and the cowboy's short presence in his life will have a dramatic and devastating impact on everything that is to follow their little affair.

to lie down with dogs by motorghost [65,540 words] Reccer comment: "This is one of my favorite fics in this fandom. I really like the character dynamic here."

Hanzo and Cole are on a top-secret reconnaissance mission in the industrialized wasteland of post-Crisis North Dakota, hunkered down in a factory ill-fit for human occupation. Cole seems fine with the situation, but Hanzo's doubts extend far beyond their little room.

To Share (Cake) is to Care by spinel [4,679 words] Reccer comment: "funny pining with an extra hilarious dose of obliviousness"

“Howdy, Hanzo.” McCree smiles sunnily. “I'm guessin' Athena didn't give you a heads up. My quarters—all of Wing 3's quarters are flooded. Angela's with Genji, Lena's in Angela's room, Lúcio and Hana are in the break room, Torbjörn and Reinhardt both snore like you wouldn't believe, Zenyatta's in Genji's room, and Athena won't let me use the training room for a nap.”

It takes a moment, but then Hanzo's eyes narrow. “Athena told you I had a futon.”

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And that's it for the Week 13 recs! Thank you so much to everyone who submitted a recommendation.

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sleepykamukura · 8 months

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i think “deadlock is family” uses a very loose definition of “family” but the usage of “family” makes people think of like… a nuclear family, when that’s definitely not the case

i think i see it different because my family tree is different (i have a half brother, his mom isn’t married to my dad anymore but she’s still a big part of my life therefore i call her my stepmom & her daughter my stepsister)

a family can be anything to anyone, including people you don’t see as brother, sister, or parent PLUS it’s also a mafia/crime term, not everyone in a criminal “family” actually sees themselves as a traditional family

another example is the shimada clan, yes the members we know from it are the family that runs the clan (genji, hanzo) but it’s also shown to include family as people who aren’t related (kiriko and her mother)

family can include friends, lovers, and people you’re related to - it can slso EXCLUDE those things too

THEREFORE saying “ashe and cassidy see each other as family/brother and sister” is not entirely true. people can have their own opinions and headcanons, but it doesn’t change that their relationship is described as complicated or the fact that cassidy canonically flirts with ashe

also the “ashe and cassidy see each other as siblings” interview is not real i have searched for like 30mins for it under both the name cassidy & mccree and it doesn’t exist - the only thing similar i can find is micheal chu confirming they never formally dated in the past and that could even be retconned eventually considered he doesn’t work for blizzard anymore & the story is taking a slightly different direction from what seems to have been originally intended

#ashe #elizabeth caledonia ashe #elizabeth caledonia calamity ashe #cole cassidy #jesse mccree #thoughts #overwatch #mcashe #cashe #deadlock rebels #deadlock gang #deadlock #analysis #⛓️

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sheep-and-lykos · 1 year

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Downfall: Werewolf!Blackwatch!Jesse McCree x Fem!Reader

Chapter 3: The Wound

"The wolf bit you, didn't he?" ~ The Wolf Man

Its breath was rancid against his face. It stunk of old and rusty iron and meat that had been left out in the sun a little too long. It clung to his nostrils and squeezed at his throat, choking him as the pain worsened by the second.

He stared down the one golden eye glaring back at him as he reeled his foot back. Jesse winced, he felt as though he had been set on fire from the inside. His shoulder and his arm burned worse than any wound he got from Deadlock.

Before he could kick again at the beast’s gaping maw, it snapped down on his ankle, tearing through his chaps and boot and piercing his skin. He hollered in agony, the beast’s jaws closed harder against his bones he swore they were about to snap all at once.

A thundering blast came from behind the beast, the monster shrieking in pain as it finally let go of its chew toy. Ignoring Jesse for a moment, its one remaining eye stared directly behind it, giving Jesse just enough room to see the three other members standing behind it.

Moira stood there in shock and awe at the werewolf before her, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and awe at the creature before her. Genji was stiff, one hand stood ready behind him on his wakizashi and the other brandishing his katana, his red eyes trained on the beast’s every move. But Reyes, he looked furious, face twisted with anger as he raised his second shotgun towards the monster standing between them and him.

It lunged at them, claws slicing through the air as Reyes fired off another shell into the beast. Shattered shell casings tore into the front of the beast, the thing yowling in pain as it batted at the Blackwatch commander, leaving it open for Genji to slice into its flesh with his katana, stabbing the blade into its skin and yanking it out. Dark blood poured from its wounds, it was slowing down, glaring around with it’s one good eye as it decided what to do next as the commander stalked closer, guns raised.

The monster batted away Reyes and had turned on its heel, taking off down the hallway, barreling past Genji and Moira as it desperately tried to flee. Genji snatched up the katana from the floor and made to go after it when Reyes grabbed him by the shoulder.

“I’m not losing another agent to that thing,” he ordered.

Reyes fumbled with his communicator, pressing all of the buttons he could, cursing to himself when all he got was static on the other end.

Moira hovered on him, eyes trained on the multiple gashes and bite marks that had carved deep ravines into his flesh. She had produced multiple bandages and healing ointments of her own creations. His head was swimming, his body felt both heavy and weightless at the same time. The pain was ramping up to the point where he could barely feel it at all.

Genji had helped the medic, wrapping up the wound that nearly crushed his ankle to dust with careful fingers.

He wanted to say something, anything at all. A stupid joke, a dumb little comeback towards Reyes, an off-handed threat to Moira to not pull any shit.

But he couldn’t. His lips barely parted as he started to pant, chest heaving and he shook on the floor.

He could only think of you, of what you would do when you would see him like this. All bitten and scratched up by some monster straight out of a horror movie.

If he survived the flight back, that was.

The thought shook him to the core just enough to fully wake him up just for a moment. Eyes fully opening, he gasped as a sudden surge of pain washed over him. He moaned in pain and grit his teeth. He felt the bites singe and burn and tingle, like acid had been poured in every hole.

The static finally cut through to Fio responding back.

“Commander! Finally got through to you-”

“You need to get as close to the base as possible. McCree is down, you need to get here asap!” Reyes barked. “We’re moving him now.” Reyes hung up the communicator and turned to face Jesse on the floor. Jesse had to admit it, he was shocked to see Reyes like this. He looked so worried about him, like a father caring for his son. “Finish up fast. I’ll radio Overwatch on the flight back, but we need to get out of here.” Moira and Genji parted from his body on the floor as Reyes came closer. “This is gonna hurt,” was he warned as he suddenly hoisted Jesse over his shoulder.

Jesse moaned and barked in pain, spitting out blood onto the floor as Reyes marched through the hallways, Moira and Genji trailing close behind. Darkness faded in and out around the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t feel his arm and his foot, he felt like he could barely breathe, he felt too warm for his liking.

Before he knew it, they had pushed through the giant metal doors of the facility out into the pouring rain was a sudden shock to Jesse’s body. He could smell the mud and the blood cut through the wind like daggers. He heard the humming of the transport over the pounding rain.

“What the hell happened out there?” Fio piped up over the loud speaker.

“Get this thing off the ground now!” Reyes ordered towards the ceiling. “That thing is still here!”

Engines whirred and came to life. Fio didn’t even spare a moment to make sure they were secured or seated before she took off, Reyes nearly falling over with Jesse still slung over his shoulder like a towel as he kept marching towards the stairs to the Medbay.

The sudden changes in light burned his eyes as Reyes put him down on the first table he walked up to. The pale yellow to now strictly white was an awul change.

Moira hovered over him again, unwrapping the bandages to now properly clean him. Reyes started to take off whatever was left of Jesse’s body plates that hadn’t been carved into by that beast.

The two worked over him, Genji starting on removing his boot and rolling up his pant leg to make it easier for Moira to work.

Jesse felt like he was sinking into the table, eyes heavy, it suddenly became hard to breathe.

Reyes grabbed ahold of him, shaking his non-bitten shoulder to try to jerk him awake.

“Stay with me, Jesse,” he barked.

Jesse.

He rarely called him by his first name.

He tried to keep his eyes open for as long as he could, wincing as they pulled his sullied clothing away from his still burning wounds.

“What do you plan on telling Overwatch?” Moira inquired.

She had produced several more bandages as well as an array of chemicals and medicine bottles.

“Golden boy can wait for a debrief,” he spoke through gritted teeth, “I have an agent on the brink of dying.”

“He won’t believe you if you tell him the truth,” Genji jutted in.

He suddenly felt the pull at his eyes, he felt his body start to wind down and grow heavy, his breathing started to slow.

Reyes grabbed him and shook him, calling for him to stay awake until his whole world had been snuffed out like a candle, leaving him alone in the darkness as he passed out.

He automatically knew where he was the moment he regain consciousness.

The smell woke him up before anything else. Bleach and whatever other strong chemicals they had used to scrub the entire room down - probably with toothbrushes knowing how strict Angela was with the medbays. It hurt his nose, he swore the hairs in his nostrils fried from it.

There was also a faint beeping in the room, steady and slow. He could hear the chatter of agents and medbay staff somewhere down the hall, but the beeping was what remained persistent.

It honestly started to hurt his head a bit.

His eyes peeled open, suddenly flinching at the bright lights above him. Flinching made the pain suddenly present, a low groan escaping from his parted and chapped lips.

He looked around his room only to find he was alone. His heart sank at the sight, it made his heart and stomach twist knowing he woke up alone in the room.

But there were flowers, a big glass vase full of daisies and lilies of the valley sitting on one of the little tables in the room. There were two chairs in the room, one had looked like it had ben sat in quite a lot and the other had a change of clothes resting on the cushion.

The room was barely decorated, the walls and floors were sterile white. The room was cold and bare.

He had been put into a white hospital gown and had tubes in his right arm.

It was only when he tried to move to sit up did he suddenly get hit with the pain. It smacked into his like a train going one-hundred miles an hour, crippling him for a moment as he gasped and cried out in pain.

He remembered what happened.

A big hulking thing chased him down and attacked him, using him like some kind of chew toy, biting him and scratching him to hell and back. Haunting yellow eyes suddenly pinned him in place, suffocating him as he felt his wounds burn.

The noise he made had sent footsteps barreling down the hall and a very familiar figure’s shadow appeared on the curtain blocking his view of the hallway.

You had pulled back the curtain.

Your eyes were rimmed red, cheeks looking tacky from drying tear tracks, you had tissues gripped in your hands. You looked like you had barely slept, a cup of steaming hot coffee was clutched in your other hand.

“Jesse!” you whimpered. You put down the coffee and was by his side before he could blink. You pressed a firm, shaky kiss to his forehead, hands grabbing onto the little safety rail attached to the bed. He knew you wanted to do so much more, hug him, kiss him all over, never let go of him. “I was so worried.”

Fresh tears had started to spill over your cheeks.

He reached out his right hand to touch your hands still clutching onto the railing for dear life.

“Darlin’,” he croaked out.

You brushed the hair away from his forehead and eyes kissed the top of his head again. Your hands were cool to the touch, they felt like wonders against his blazing hot forehead. He leaned into your touch, wanting you to never let go.

“I was waiting for the transport to come back to see you but when I got there I saw you were being rushed on a gurney and Morrison wouldn’t let me see you for a few days until you stabilized-”

“Days?” His eyes were wide by this point as he pulled away. Days? He’s been out for days? “How long was I out?”

His voice was so hoarse it hurt his throat to speak.

“A little over a week, I’m pretty sure.”

He froze, he stopped breathing for a second.

A week? Over a week?

“A week? I’ve been out a week!”

He was grabbing your hand by this point, his hand crushing your fingers.

“I need to go tell Angela you’re awake-” You made to turn around but Jesse tightened his grip and pulled you closer to the bed.

“Where’s Reyes?”

“He and Morrison have been going at it all day in Morrison’s office, now Jesse, I need to tell Angela you’re awake.”

You had managed to squeeze you hand out of Jesse’s death grip on you and watch at you hurried out of the room, leaving him all alone once again.

He awoke suddenly with a jerk, eyes flying open as he was gasping and panting. He couldn’t breathe, his head was spinning, his heart was pounding in his ears. He moved to try and sit up only to find he couldn’t. He tried to move his hands but found wasn’t able to. He couldn’t move his legs, he couldn’t sit up, he couldn’t adjust himself where he laid in the hospital bed. He did his best to angle his head down, managing to only see that his wrists and ankles were bound, thick black leather clamped around the joints connected him to the hospital bed.

He struggled against the bindings, the leather hissing as he yanked and pulled, but they refused to snap and let him go.

He cursed to himself, wondering what could have happened to result in him being restrained to this degree.

He continued to struggle, dead set on freeing himself and to find out what’s been going on.

He thrashed his wrists against the restraints until a sudden eruption of screaming came echoing down the hallway. Jesse stilled, fear constricting his every movement.

There were gunshots and loud banging going on down the hall, but quickly the screams had died down until there was only one.

Someone crying and screaming as they ran down the hall he was in. He wanted to call out for them, for them to help him, untie him.

Until he heard it.

The familiar panting and snuffling following close behind the person running for their life.

Their screams had been suddenly snuffed out right in front of the door leading into Jesse’s room, their scream cutting off into a gurgle as whatever it was had finished them off. Jesse turned his head towards the door of his hospital room. The curtain may have been drawn but he could make out shadows behind it.

His blood ran cold as he saw a hulking form tearing into the person now deceased on the floor. The familiar, horrifying noises of a body being torn into by the monster echoed awfully in the room he was in. Jesse started to shake in the bed, terrified as the beast clawed into and bit off pieces of the body. Jesse saw on the floor the pool of blood growing, spilling into his room, staining the sterile white floor tiles as the red pool grew larger and larger.

Jesse couldn’t help the fear growing inside of him, tears pricking his eyes knowing the beast that had tore into him and used him like a chew toy was now right outside of his hospital room, it had just killed so many more people. His breath hitched by accident, the monster on the other side of the curtain suddenly stopped feasting on the corpse to look towards the room.

It slowly uncurled itself from the body on the floor and stalked towards the room. Jesse could smell how rancid the beast was from where he was cowering in his bed.

It suddenly tore open the curtain.

Fur caked with blood and its body riddled with bullet holes. Yellowed teeth stained red and its claws were still dripping from the massacre it had just caused.

The one yellow eye staring right down at him.

He couldn’t run, he couldn’t protect himself, he could only just die at the hands of the monster before him.

Jesse shouted for help, he struggled against the bindings that seemed even tighter now.

The beast lunged at him.

Jesse sat up with a shout, hands grabbing onto his person as he pat himself down. He suddenly started to cough and heave, grabbing onto his shirt as his eyes opened, frantically looking around the room he was in.

He breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing immensely when he saw he was in his own sleeping quarters. The familiar gray metal walls are covered in posters and whatever dumb little wall decorations he had collected over his time here. The hardwood floors were protected mostly by a big area rug and his clothes were thrown haphazardly onto the floor from before the mission. The bed he laid in had the sheets all twisted up messily from his tossing and turning, the red and black checkered flannel comforter had been thrown to the floor sometime during his rest. It smelled of you, sweet and homey, something that would always calm him down.

He was safe.

He brushed the sticky strands of hair out of his face, wiping away the sweat that had gathered on his forehead. His heart was still racing, he felt woozy, there was a bubbling in his gut and it was not comfortable at all.

He still couldn’t get the look of that one eye looking at him. Soulless, an acidic yellow color, with barely any pupil and no humanity in it. It was going to haunt him for the rest of his life, wasn’t it?

Jesse threw his legs over the edge of the bed, taking a moment to gather himself before attempting to stand with how dizzy he suddenly was. He had been in the med bay for almost nine days. Both Angela and Moira could not understand why he was out for that long, chalking it up to it all being shock-induced with no other way to describe it. He was ordered to be on bed rest for a few days and then he’d be put right back to work again.

He stood on wobbly legs, doing his best to walk over to his bedroom in as straight of a line as he could while walking like a newborn deer.

He flicked on the bathroom light switch and winced at how bright it was. He was still so sore, his body ached something awful. He walked over to the sink and braced himself against the porcelain countertop, gripping the cold edges as he looked at himself in the medicine cabinet’s mirror.

He looked awful. His skin was pale, the hearty tan he had was now something that didn’t look normal. The skin under his eyes was dark, his face looked sunken. His eyes were bloodshot, making the honey brown of his hues to look as dull as dirt.

He had turned on the faucet, allowing cold water to pool in his hands before bringing it up to his face, washing away the sweat and worries. He scrubbed his face, his neck, and his hands with cold water until he finally felt at least somewhat clean before he looked up into the medicine cabinet mirror once more.

He was a little thrown off by his appearance. Yes, he looked ghostly and all, but that was just a part of the process of healing he was told. But he was shocked mostly at his facial hair and his hair in general. His haircut Reyes would normally bark at him to keep up with its length; it was one of the first things Reyes had made a change to when he had practically adopted Jesse (that and he had the poor boy eat more since he was a stick). Jesse had managed to allow himself a curtain cut as the longest he could get under Reyes’ strict codes. The back was way longer, he could grab all of it in one hand. The front was way too long as well. And his face, the hair was way too long. He had just gotten a trim and a shave before he had left, why was it all so long now?

Jesse ran a hand along his chin and jaw, brushing at the mixture of long hair and stubble growing in confusion when he felt his stomach turn. He felt suddenly hot, his throat tightening and his mouth growing moist.

Before he could do anything else, he dropped to his knees and spewed out whatever remained in his stomach into the toilet bowl… For the third time today.

That was the pattern: He would eat something, pass out to nap, wake up and vomit to only repeat the process.

Jesse spit into the porcelain bowl, groaning to himself as his chest and stomach screamed at him from the inside.

“Can’t keep anything down, cowboy?” you questioned from the doorway.

He felt your hands on his back, rubbing soothing circles into his tense muscles. It felt like a gift from heaven.

“No,” Jesse spit into the bowl again, “it’s the third time today.”

“Do you want me to get Angela?” Jesse shook his head, placing his forehead against the lid of the bowl, enjoying how cold it was on his still-burning forehead. “I’ll bring you some more water and meds, and if you’re still not doing well by tonight I’ll take you. Okay?”

Jesse glanced back at you in the doorway. You were in your full uniform. Morrison had you running around all day today, but the strike commander decided to finally give Jesse a break and allow you to stay in all day with Jesse tomorrow free of any calls or orders.

It was going to be heaven tomorrow, spending all day in bed with you.

“‘M fine, pumpkin,” Jesse mumbled, turning his head back into the toilet bowl to spit up the remaining bile.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes, okay?”

You pressed a kiss to Jesse’s forehead before taking your leave.

Jesse stood from the toilet and rubbed at his face, groaning as he felt his body ache all over.

Flushing the toilet, he rinsed his mouth out. As he turned to leave, he caught a glance of himself in the full-length mirror against the wall. There was a speck of blood on his left shoulder, staining through the gray of his t-shirt. Jesse cursed to himself and peeled the shirt off immediately. His entire left shoulder and bicep up to his elbow had been wrapped thoroughly with bandages and medical tape. His entire right ankle was wrapped the same way where he was bitten. The deep scratches were stitched and bandaged too. He had been healing for nearly nine days at this point and his shoulder was still bleeding?

Lo and behold, there were a few red specks on the front of the shoulder wrappings.

Jesse peeled off the bandages, accidentally taking some of the bicep bandages with it. He was shocked at the sight of his healing wound.

It was a rainbow of colors he had never expected to see before. He’s seen bites from animals before when he was in Deadlock, gang members always pissed off the coyotes and snakes around sure, but their wounds never healed like this before. Just around where the fangs pierced his skin were divots etched in, the skin was very dark, almost like a dark purple bruising that slowly faded into a pale yellow. It was so dark he swore it nearly looked black. When Jesse touched where the wound was, he was confused when no blood was on his fingertips. Nothing had leaked open, no blood was flowing from his body. In fact, the wounds were all healed up on his shoulder, sealed and everything. Surely it would leave a scar on his body, but what is shocking him like this is that it was fully healed. It’s only bruised still.

Jesse ripped off the rest of his bicep bandages, brows pinching together when he saw it was the exact same thing as his shoulder. No blood, no open wounds, and no scabs still healing. Just smooth, healed skin that was just bruised heavily.

Jesse pulled off the bandages at his hips and what he could get off of his back where he got clawed into only to freeze. They have completely healed just the bite marks, yes, but this time there was no bruising to be found. Not even a scar where he was sliced into, just skin that matched perfectly with the rest of his.

He could only stare at himself in the mirror, utterly shocked and confused. He would never heal this fast.

Angela had to have given him something. Moira had to have done something to him.

Why else would he heal like this?

Jesse backed away from the mirror and made to turn into the bedroom when he nearly bumped into you, spooking himself and you in the process.

“Hey, you’re standing up pretty well,” you commented. You were about to hand him a couple of painkillers when you looked directly at his bruised shoulder and arm. “What happened to your arm? Why did you unwrap it? It’s still healing-”

“It’s sealed,” Jesse interrupted you.

He guided a finger along the new divots in his collarbone and the muscles of his shoulder to show they were no longer bleeding or raw. You looked completely shocked as you had to set down the glass and pills.

“What happened out there?” you suddenly asked. “What did Talon do, what did they have that could do something like this. Reyes won’t give me an answer, Moira is just always locked up in her lab and I don’t know where Genji is. Morrison doesn’t even know and that’s what is terrifying to me. Talon had something that can do something like this to a person?”

“I don’t even think it’s Talon’s,” Jesse touched at his bicep.

“Then what-”

You were cut off by Jesse’s door opening, and Reyes marching in. He only looked between the two of you with a stack of folders tucked under his arm as always.

“Put a shirt on, McCree, Morrison wants a talk between us all about what happened.”

“(Y/n) comes,” Jesse protested, snatching up a (mostly) clean t-shirt.

Reyes looked back to you only to be met with a defiant stare only to look back at Jesse.

“Morrison wants it only between us and him. I’m sorry.” He shifted the folders under his arm and looked back at you. “When he’s done with us, I promise I will inform you on what happened.” You couldn’t but sigh through your nose, knowing it was a near-empty promise Reyes could not keep due to Morrison being even stricter. Protocols and bullshit rules about higher-ups and whatnot. “Come on, McCree, best not keep the golden boy waiting too long.”

Jesse spared a glance back at you, eyes with worry before following quickly behind his boss.

The room was cold and dark, barely any light poured into the room from the hallways when Jesse walked in right behind Reyes. It was the grand meeting room that he had only had the “gracious” offer of being allowed in when Overwatch received a grant from the European Union about a year ago. They had to groom the hell out of Jesse to make him look just presentable enough to stick him behind a bunch of Overwatch agents in their brand-new shiny armor.

Genji was already there, standing against the wall inside of the room, Moira was not far behind the two either. She looked as though she hadn’t slept well the past few nights. He wanted to pipe up and ask her what was wrong (or even what the fuck she did to him) but his throat tightened before he could speak.

Morrison stood at the end of the grand table, back turned to the four as he looked at the papers in his hands. His shoulders were squared and tensed, he didn’t make a single move to acknowledge them as they entered. He flipped a page over in the folder, back still to the agents.

Classic Morrison. The flag pole is stuck so far up his ass that he’ll spit freedom as far as he can hock it. It’s always about business and duty and war with this man, ever since he was arrested and stuck in that cold holding cell. He was always undermining Reyes and all of the work he puts in for Blackwatch. Hell, he’s seen and heard Morrison try to ruin Blackwatch just to make his own image appear to be greater. What more could he want? He was the one successful super soldier and he had to rub everyone else’s noses in the fact that they pumped him full of the right chemicals.

The tall curtains had been drawn over the grand windows overlooking the Swiss Alps, casting the room in a blanket of eerieness. The carpet, Jesse could smell it the moment he stepped through the giant carved doors, was freshly cleaned, making the room smell of flowers and a hint of bleach. The long rows of fancy wooden and cushioned chairs were all perfectly spaced apart and cleaned and pushed in just enough. The Overwatch runner that normally ran the length of the table was suddenly absent, something Jesse knew was weird.

“Sit down,” Morrison’s voice cut through the air cleanly, “all of you.”

Reyes seemed the know the drill with all of this, nonchalantly sitting towards the middle of the lengthy table and put down his folders full of papers. Moira sat across from him, tired eyes looking at the back of the strike commander’s back.

Genji moved when Jesse did, walking on opposite sides of the table. Jesse sat down next to Reyes and Genji with Moira.

Morrison didn’t look back from the paperwork in his hands.

“Thirty-four of my agents went into those woods, and thirty-four ended up dead,” Morrison didn’t even bother to turn around to speak to them face-to-face. “Agents that I had to send there to recover the bodies of my deceased agents counted dozens of Talon agents strewn about, dead as well. All of the bodies were reportedly not killed by gunfire by the other party, but by animal attacks.” Morrison finally turned around, tossing the papers he had been looking at onto the meeting room table. Photos of mutilated corpses and animal prints in the mud as well of the breaking down facility scattered across the table before them all. Morrison planted both hands against the polished oak wood of the tabletop, brows lowered and nostrils flaring slightly. “What the hell happened at that base?”

#blackwatch #blackwatch mccree #mccree #jesse mccree #mccree x reader #werewolf!mccree #werewolf mccree #overwatch imagines #cole cassidy #cassidy x reader #werewolf cassidy #werewolf cole cassidy

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frozenbound · 1 year

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Heya just wanted to check on the fic, I also feel like we need more pussy genji getting railed by Hanzo and pussy Hanzo getting railed by mccree. I'm the dumpthatshit account

I was wondering if you'd accept a fem!hanzo but still very macho and basically same everything sans facial hair and ykno plus boobs and a vagina, just totally confident in her body and giving genji a run for his money as he chases her their own kinda version of flirting; he can rarely catch her unless she lets him which can move on to relentless fucking, breast play/breast feeding kink and impregnantion kink from both sides, cream pie etc

Sorry this took so long! Here it is!

Hanzo tossed her hair over her shoulder and smiled at Genji as he stared, dumbstruck, at her, standing in the middle of the dojo, naked, her feet shoulder-width apart, her chest thrust out.

"Well?" she called over. "You're late."

Genji said something, but it was low and incomprehensible as he looked over his sister's body, from her challenging look down her pert breasts to her shaved and smooth valley.

"Get over here," she ordered, still smiling. "I'm adding on five minutes of cardio for every second you make me wait."

He hurried over, his eyes as big as dinner plates, and stood opposite her in the middle of the dojo, falling into a ready, primed position.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked severely.

"I...am I?" he asked, his brain still in overdrive from the unexpected sight.

"Yes. If I'm naked, what makes you think you get to keep your clothes on?"

He stared.

She raised an eyebrow. "Nothing to grip."

He nodded slowly, taking in the twisted logic.

"Five minutes for every ten seconds I wait."

Even under the threat, he took a while to get his clothes off, tossing off his shirt and shucking off his pants with a dazed expression, gradually revealing his musculature and his erection.

She knocked the dazed look out of him completely when she dropped into a crouch and kicked his legs out from under him.

His erection stayed, pointing straight at the ceiling before he rolled over and jumped back up to his feet. He tried to lash out at his sister, but she rolled out of reach before springing to her feet, and training truly began.

As usual, Genji couldn't get a hold on her, but she pinned, immobilized, and threw him to the ground several times, whispering what he'd done wrong into his ear each time before he was back on his feet with a fresh attempt.

Eventually, though...

"Oof!" Hanzo squealed as Genji launched himself at her and flattened her to the ground.

She smiled past her brother's shoulder for a few moments.

Finally.

Then she let out a high-pitched moan as Genji latched his lips on her neck and ground his erection directly against her folds.

"Again?" he asked, sounding flush with victory and lust.

Hanzo took a hold of her brother's hips, raised them up, adjusted herself underneath him, and pulled him down and into her, his cock ramming into her. He gasped against her neck at how wet and loose she was, and that was all the answer he needed; he began to thrust into her, and she smiled at the instant heat building within her.

It could be hotter, though.

"I'm ovulating," she whispered towards Genji's ear. "Wouldn't it be wonderful if you knocked me up?"

Genji froze for a moment.

Then he rose up, placed two firm hands on her soft, doughy breasts, and railed her.

Satisfied, she reached down and began rubbing her clit, making sure to brush her fingertips against Genji's shaft as he pumped in and out.

"Yeah," he murmured, watching her face intently. "Yeah, take my cock, sister. Take it. I'm gonna pump you full of my seed, and you're gonna make a baby with it."

"Your baby," she purred, reveling in the ecstasy pooling in her pelvis as he filled her again and again. "Make me yours, even more than I am already."

He gasped and his grip on her breasts tightened.

Then, with a grunt that quickly turned into a growl, he thrust as deep into her as he could go, his jaw going slack as he came inside her, filling her up.

Then he collapsed against her, panting once more into her neck.

She smiled as she continued rubbing at her clit despite her hand being trapped under his weight, feeling him throb inside her, until her own mouth gradually fell open as she came closer and closer to the edge...and fell off.

"Genji," she purred over and over again, quivering and trembling underneath his heavy weight as her orgasm washed over her, the muscles in her pelvis contracting and relaxing deliciously, her pleasure heightened by the thought of her body welcoming his cum into her womb.

Then she slowly relaxed underneath Genji, and they lay there together for a long time, his semen leaking out and dripping between her legs.

"Genji," Hanzo growled.

"Hanzo?" Genji replied, tilting her head quizzically as though she had no idea why he sounded so angry.

"You can't wander around the grounds nude," he scolded. "Someone is going to see you!"

"Who?" she challenged. "The servants who practically raised us and changed our diapers? The security guards who have cameras everywhere? You, brother?"

And she shifted position which, not coincidentally, opened her legs a little wider as she stood in the middle of the cherry trees, and Hanzo's scowl deepened as his gaze was involuntarily drawn down between her legs.

"Are you going to see, brother?" she asked, her voice sultry and low. "Are you going to see my smooth, pink lips, and how inviting they are? Are you going to see how much they need some good action? Can you see how wet and dripping they..."

Hanzo growled again.

Then he stripped off his shirt and laid it on the ground.

"It seems someone did see me," Genji teased, giggling. "A gentleman."

Hanzo was already manhandling her onto the ground, her back sheltered from the ground by his shirt, but he was cradling her hips, preventing her soft, pillow-like buttocks from touching the ground.

His cock poked out from the fly of his pants, and he was already rubbing up and down her entrance to test how wet and and dripping she truly was.

And, finding her true to her word, he thrust inside her.

"Oo!" she gasped. "The gentleman may be a tad rough after all!"

Hanzo shook his head, but he didn't slack in either speed or force.

They were here, out in the open.

They had to finish quickly.

To that effect, Hanzo reached a wide, rough hand to the little but firm nub right above where he was pumping in and out of his sister and began caressing it.

Hard and deep into her. Soft and gentle outside of her.

He knew exactly how to wind her up in the most efficient way possible.

That's why she had come out here fully naked. She needed to get off, and if she had tried to ambush Hanzo in his room, he would have hemmed and hawed and then finally laid her down gently and taken her apart piece by piece, and that wasn't what she wanted or needed.

Right now, she just needed her body to heat up from the inside out, for the muscles in her core to tighten, for her walls to pulsate under his onslaught...

...and to drop off the edge like a stone.

"Brother!" she gasped as she rippled and convulsed around him, his fingers still gently but mercilessly rubbing at her as his cock pistoned in and out. "Oh! Yes! Yes!"

Hanzo, on the other hand, let out only a quiet grunt as he pushed into her one last time, but Genji moaned at the feel of his semen gushing into her, completing her...for now at least.

And for now, they kept stockstill except for the shudders and trembles of their orgasms rocking through their bodies, until they faded away.

"Come on," Hanzo grunted, and he pulled Genji to her feet. "Inside. Now."

"Yes, brother," she said sweetly as his cum dripped down her legs and onto his shirt as she made sure to stand over it. "Anything you say."

"Cassidy," Hanzo greeted as she answered the knock at her quarters.

"Shimada," he replied, and he pushed past her into her room.

She scowled, but she closed the door with a snap.

"Got your message," he said as he headed for her bed.

"Good," was all she said back, but her tone was clear: send me a reply next time.

He wouldn't.

He unbuckled his belt and let his trousers and underwear fall to the ground with a loud thud, unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall of him the same way, then he sat and laid back on Hanzo's bed, positioning himself with his head against her pillow.

His erection stood proudly straight.

Hanzo climbed onto the bed, having disrobed just as quickly and dispassionately. She straddled Cassidy's hips and, with little ceremony, sank onto his cock.

She wasn't wet. Cassidy could tell. There was just something about the squelch and the slide that screamed lube, and his eyes wandered over to the bedside and, bingo, there was the uncapped bottle.

Well, it would get the job done.

They didn't say a word as Cassidy left Hanzo to do all the work. She had initiated this, so it was up to her to get the job done. He was just a glorified dildo, really, one that was warm and fairly realistic and would pump her full when they were finished, and that was all she needed, and he was game to cum in something equally warm, so. Here he was.

Hanzo's eyes glittered with that mixture of lust and contempt that she always had on nights like this, and Cassidy gazed back with indifference tempered by the spring getting pulled further and further back.

Together, their breathing was quickening, their skin was sweating, and Hanzo's juices were starting to flow, so everything was coming to the conclusion they both wanted.

Hanzo bit her lip, froze for a second, then threw her head back, grinding down onto Cassidy as her walls convulsed and shimmered against his shaft.

When the height of it had passed but the echoes were still running through her body, she looked back down at the cowboy, grimaced, and worked herself on his cock with almost brutal intent, willing him to cum inside her and get it over with.

Sometimes he deliberately held off, and he could tell that she could tell, and it pissed her off.

Tonight, though, he'd been in the middle of a movie when his phone had chimed, and he was looking forward to seeing how it ended, and if he was a bit more relaxed and loose as he watched the finale, so much the better.

So he grunted and thrust up a little, and she looked satisfied and relieved when she felt him splash, hot and burning, against her.

She waited until she felt his spurting ebb and subside, then she climbed off and, taking his clothes off the floor, presented them to him.

He dressed quickly, nodded at her, and headed out the door.

Until next time, he almost said, but all he did was snap the door closed behind him.

#rule 63 #reversed gender #requests #asks #shimadacest #yeehan

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scattered-winter · 2 years

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For the ask game... whichever character appears first in your most recent WIP (or second if you've already answered for that character) - Clone Anon

ayo!!!!!! clone anon!!!!! it's been a hot minute!!! <3

listen the character that appears in my most recent WIP is Jesse McCree from Overwatch and I refuse to apologize for that. he's my skrungly. here's the ramble

favorite thing about him

first of all, my favorite thing about him is that, in a futuristic world with robots and time travel, my mans decided to become a cowboy. what an icon

secondly I love his sense of humor! he's very dry and frank and tbh it's just really fucking funny to see, especially during a fight

least favorite thing about him

idk his deranged cowboy energy has captivated me body and soul. I can't think of a reason to dislike the guy

favorite line

nothing in particular but the fact that he's so dedicated to the cowboy aesthetic that he speaks in a drawl and has all the cowboy sayings??? truly a legend

brOTP

Genji and McCree are BROS and I will DIE ON THIS HILL. they're menaces together <3

nOTP

at first I didn't really know of any but then I remembered a pairing I saw today that made me gag: Gabe and McCree. that's his DAD you sickos!

OTP

I am a yeehan truther myself. partly because of the ship itself, mostly because of the outstanding ship name. also the inherent comedy of dating your best friend's brother. I like to imagine that Genji told McCree a lot of stories about his brother (mostly how he, I dunno, almost murdered him) and so McCree developed a strong dislike for the guy on behalf of his bestie but then he and Hanzo met face to face and he was just "ah. Ah."

also there's the fact that they're literally two sides of a coin I mean C'MON. ITS ALL RIGHT THERE

they were both in an evil gang

they both left said evil gang and thus brought a heavy bounty on their heads

they're both haunted by their pasts

they're both capable of a lot of really fucked up stuff but they're genuinely trying to help make the world a better place

in other words they have captivated me <3 I'm completely normal about these blorbos from a game I've never played, I promise <- lying

random headcanon

he's asexual <3 sorry I don't make the rules

he's also the team's unofficial big brother. don't bother arguing with me. I'm right.

unpopular opinion

everyone hates on it but personally I think his belt buckle is FANTASTIC. you're all just mean and have horrible taste

another unpopular opinion is that I do not see the name change. I Simply Do Not See

song I associate with him

Pale Rider by The Heavy Horses (mostly because it plays in his character short shhh)

I Won't Back Down by Johnny Cash

favorite picture of him

LITERALLY HOW CAN A BABYGIRL BE SO BLORBO AND SO SKRUNGLY AT THE SAME TIME JUST LOOK AT HIM

send me a character!

#yes i am writing overwatch fanfic in the year of our lord 2022 what are you gonna do about it #anyway he's my skrungly <3 stinky bastard cowboy man #asks #jesse mccree #clone anon

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emile-hides · 4 years

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Overwatch plays ACNH

I have two obsessions right now.

Lucio likes to spend his extra cash and spare time in Pawn Shops and Antique stores, looking for old music to add to his collection. One day, in some old game shop he was visiting with Hana, he found an old game called Animal Crossing New Horizons, from 2020. The game was basically brand new, and the store even had two Nintendo Switches for pretty cheap too. So they bought them and plugged it into the Overwatch game room to see how they play.

Island 1: Overwatch.

Lucio; Island rep. Really likes making custom designs. Spends most of his time playing customizing furniture and making custom designs. Changes the Island tune daily. Can’t get enough frogs and tadpoles.

D.Va and Sombra; Originally the file was Sombra, but she got caught time traveling and has been given a roommate to keep her hacking at bay. Hana and Sombra both are goal oriented on “beating” Animal Crossing. They stay up all night hunting bugs to make bank and upgrade their house. They make bets on who can make more money day by day.

Zenyatta; Calls his villager his “Human-sona”. Enjoys watering flowers and talking to the animals. His house is very bare, as is his character. He’s the biggest on resources, and has his storage full of every material one could need. He likes catching butterflies to make money, if he needs it.

Roadhog and Junkrat; Originally Jamie’s save file, he got bored of the game day one. Luckily Mako was sitting in while they were playing and took control as soon as Junkrat was done. Mako plays most of the time, and Jamie just watches. He likes how cute and simple everything is. His house is adorable, minus the garbage room in the back he let Junkrat design. Jamie thinks the puns from catching bugs and fish are hilarous Their character wears a lot of cute girl’s style.

Island 2: Eichenwald

Reinhardt; Island Rep. Thinks the game is adorable and loves playing it, though he actually doesn’t play that often. He doesn’t want to take away from anyone else’s gaming time, so he’ll only play when no one else is around. His favorite character is Isabelle.

Brigitte; Decided to play because Reinhardt was playing. Doesn’t understand the appeal but likes crafting things. She tries out every new recipe she gets and spends hours resource gathering. Sometimes has to go over to Zenyatta and get some spare stuff. Typically the one to try out Lucio’s new custom design.

Mercy and Moira; Lucio dragged Angela into the game hoping it’d help her relax. She shook three trees, two of which dropped wasps, the other was a pear tree. Now she mostly likes to decorate the house, and doesn’t play much aside from just to have the music going. Moira makes trips to the store for her so they have new furniture to design with, and delves deeply into dumb Animal Crossing creepy pasta about how Tom Nook is evil and such.

Zarya: Picked up the game on Roadhog’s recommendation. She loves how cute it is, but doesn’t play very often. She spends a lot of time on Island 1 in Roadhog’s house, having tiny tea parties between their characters and exchanging cute gifts. Her house is equally as cute as Mako’s, minus the gym in the basement. She bullies jock villagers for not being strong enough.

#Overwatch #Animal Crossing #I needed to past time until tarantula time #They have two copies of the game and two Switches #One came with it already downloaded the other with a physical copy #Reinhardt mostly plays in undocked mode while walking around #If they had a third Copy Jack and Gabe would be the town reps #And Hanzo Genji and McCree would live on their island with them #I like pairing save files it makes it fun

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atollon · 4 years

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#just slipping this past the overwatch quarantine around my blog...🏃‍♂️...#mcgenji #genji shimada #jesse mccree #overwatch #in the maybe fifteen days I've spent playing overwatch only once has a genji ever joined my ana atop the payload #I'm only ever on the payload when the rest of my team is eviscerated and I'm desperately trying to reach a checkpoint so that itself is rare #kat draws #i've missed drawing so frequently and i've missed drawing fanart ;(#''Well'' –Sandra Bullock #.

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shame-on-nyall · 7 years

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actual interlude part 5

Are all of y’all hyped?!!! This is a good long chunk, with some nice McCree stuff. Gonna update ao3 with the final chunk of the interlude soon. And maybe I’ll do the Ana side-story after all. At this rate i’ll never get to the fucky part, lmao. But I’m gonna try.

2,352 words - warning for really sad and pathetic

Any further discussion got cut off by Winston appearing around the corner, shushing them, but upon seeing Hanzo, his expression softened. Much to Genji’s almost audible shock. Hanzo, apparently still clinging to his distrust, managed a short bow of acknowledgement as Winston approached.

“Sorry, Winston, we’ll be off now,” Genji apologized on behalf of Hanzo and himself.

“Oh, you two may proceed,” Winston assured them, “just a little quieter if you could. We had spent so much effort getting Soldier to bed, he kept swatting away all of Angela’s attempts to tranquilize him. I did not want to have to call everyone out to repeat the ordeal so soon.”

“Understood.”

“I believe neither of you are due for reconnaissance missions for at least a few days,” Winston continued. “Please do take advantage of the time to rest and prepare, though. Your skills and experience are very much needed by the world.”

“Of course, Winston.”

Winston bade them a quiet good night and ambled off, appeased.

“Good night to you, Genji, and good luck,” Hanzo said softly, slipping free of Genji’s loosened grip and back to his room before his little brother could fully react in time. With a sad sigh, Genji went to embark on his own solo mission and find McCree yet again. He had volunteered to do this after all, McCree was his friend, whereas Hanzo was likely still feeling indisposed and antisocial, but once more Genji wished he could just run off and avoid the mess altogether. Let his brother deal with his mistakes, as he always had before. But wasn’t that lazy thinking the reason for how they turned out like this? Genji had promised himself he would take responsibility for his actions, confront the consequences of his decisions, deal with them as he should have in the past instead of counting on his good luck and charms to win him out of trouble. From this point forward, he had to act like a man, the true Genji he wanted his brother to acknowledge, not the spoiled child Hanzo saw, nor the robotic inhuman.

Patting the sides of his faceplate with both hands once to give himself some resolve and startling himself by the loud sound of not-flesh slapping not-flesh, Genji winced and then slunk off purposefully into the night.

The problem being that McCree was still not back in his room, leaving Genji to wander the hallways where he came across Zarya on patrol once. He searched the target range, where they had last left him clutching his crushed knees but still croaking out “aren’t y’all feisty little honeybees” or something to that effect, the infirmary, now empty but for the faint smell of antiseptic cleanser, the closest courtyard, before making his way to the old rec room in the basement level. There he found McCree in his sleep clothes sprawled out on a couch that had seen better days, watching an old American western projected onto the wall.

“Hey, Jesse.”

“Hey, sugar,” McCree said, glancing over at him with slight alarm. “Not here to finish the job, are ya? I just got my knees fixed up by Angela.”

“Nah, just here to return your gun, in case you get sent out tomorrow,” Genji said with a soft chuckle, detaching Peacemaker from his back with a click and handing it back to a grateful McCree, who tucked the gun into the waistband of his pants.

“Should have warned you, Hanzo gets sensitive about comments on his appearance, and won’t shy from dealing corporal punishment. It’s just how we do things.” It’s not normal, Genji wanted to add, except that it was.

McCree just shook his head, looking amused and resigned. “I get it. That’ll teach me to open my big mouth in the future.” He sighed, a long huff, and though he kept his tone light, Genji could see sadness pinch at the corners of his drooping eyes. “You know, I told him I could deal with being friends, Genji, I’d give him space, whatever he wants. But the truth is, I can’t just turn my feelings off like that. Don’t know if I really can, least not anytime soon. I really do like him.”

“Jesse… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it turn out like this.” First Genji, then Hanzo, breaking that big heart that had already been shattered and patched back together so many times. Knowing his past, what had happened with Reyes, knowing he couldn’t give McCree the devotion he craved, knowing Hanzo couldn’t give him the attention he needed. They really were criminals, toying with a man who only wanted to be good.

Running his hands through his hair, McCree glanced at the movie still playing across the wall, then at the battered coffee table in front of him, at the cards scattered across its surface. “Not as lucky as I thought after all,” he muttered. “I’m just a damn fool, aren’t I?”

“We all are, sometimes,” Genji replied, though not in a mean way. He sat down next to McCree, manuevered under the cage of his arm to nestle against his side, basked in that familiar warmth. “Listen, Jesse…” he murmured, “thank you for trying to talk to my brother even though he has been a total asshole.”

McCree shrugged, but could not refrain from a heh at the accuracy.

“I thought he would eventually see your appeal as I did, and maybe he could change his mind in the future, who knows. But the fact that he agreed to be friends with you… is a huge deal.”

“Is that so?” McCree rumbled softly, holding Genji close, the way Hanzo never did unless Genji demanded it of him first.

Nodding slowly, Genji explained, “He did not have any friends when we were kids, did not see the need to make any, and once he gave up his position and left Hanamura after the duel, he lost contact with everyone he knew. He was on the run, with a price on the head, he probably didn’t meet anyone he trusted. I know this is the first truly safe place for him in years, and even among those who once conspired to take him down, he finally feels comfortable enough to sleep for eight hours uninterrupted, he bothers to eat with everyone at dinnertime more often than not…” Genji trailed off, felt his heart clench thinking of Hanzo lying on a dingy mattress somewhere, fully-clothed, one hand on a weapon, unable to nap for more than a few hours at a time, every single night for up to ten years. Imagined Hanzo distrusting the food his handlers would bring him on his assignments, his cybernetic eyes watering remembering when Hanzo had told him sometimes he would just procure a tin of cat food and eat that instead, on account of no one wanting to go through the effort of injecting poison into cat food. His voice buzzing with barely restrained tears, Genji added, “I… I’m sure he got this far because of you, Jesse.”

“Aww shucks, that’s awfully generous of you to say, Genji, but I’m preeeetty sure he’s doing this for you?”

“What?” Genji snorted in disbelief, scorn momentarily wresting control over sadness. “I am the brother he felt he had to kill to restore honor to the family, remember? As far as Hanzo’s concerned, I am a zombie brought back from the dead, and also part Omnic, and also a member of the vigilante group who destroyed the clan he was raised his entire life to lead. I am the shame he could not control while I lived, and my living now is a reminder that he managed to fuck up doing the one thing he’s good at. I am literally everything that makes Hanzo unhappy in this world, Jesse. Whatever his reasons, he’s not doing this for me.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

“Okay, you don’t have any siblings, so you can’t talk.”

“Even so,” McCree stated calmly. “Maybe Hanzo does feel as you say, I don’t know, but you’re all that’s left of his family. He absolutely cares about you, Genji, always asks if you’re okay whenever you’re gone on missions, always keeps you in his line of sight on the field, as difficult as that is. He trusts you, thinks the world of you, though only when you’re not in hearing distance. He has his reasons, sure, but believe me, Hanzo wants to be here, and you’re a big part of why. It’s obvious he still loves you, ain’t it? The way you love him?”

Genji shook his head, grateful his expression remained hidden. “It’s never been like that between us…”

“Well, maybe you oughtta tell your brother you love him every now and then. I think he would want to hear it from you. More than me, anyway, God knows I’ve tried enough times.”

“I-it’s not the Japanese way, we would show our love through actions rather than words. And our family… wasn’t like other Japanese families. Bringing home the decapitated head of an enemy, or their fingers, that would be most loving thing one could do.” It was true, more or less, because it demonstrated loyalty, what the Shimada clan prized the most. “I don’t think I could… not even in Japanese.” Despite being the rebellious modernized one in the household, Genji had never once said ‘I love you,’ not even to his girlfriends and boyfriends, all of whom he did fall in love with, if just for a little while. He was positive his parents never said such a thing to each other, they rarely held hands or kissed even when they thought they were alone. And while “daisuki, onii-chan!” might have sounded cute when he was five, it did not carry the same meaning, not now that he was thirty years older. “I’m sure he would think I was drunk. Or teasing him.” He picked at the metallic joints of his knuckles, a little jittery. “What, you think I might have lived if we’d just said ‘I love you’ more often?”

“Ehh, probably not.” McCree reached up to palm at Genji’s skull, pushing him a little forward playfully. “You were a self-righteous brat back then, I remember you giving Angela and those doctors hell. Sassing off Reyes. Threatening to kill us all in our sleep on a regular basis. Hey now, just like Hanzo said right after he introduced himself to the team!”

“See, I told you I learned it from my brother!” Genji shot back delightedly.

McCree burst out laughing, and in doing so, the years seemed to lift from his posture. “I don’t doubt it. You’re a real joker, partner. Lookie here, got just the card for you.” He picked up the playing cards in one smooth motion, drew one out from the middle of the deck and tossed it on the table face up. Black joker.

“Oh? So which one is Hanzo?”

Another card flicked out on the table. Ten of diamonds. Of course. Genji watched as McCree shuffled the cards between human and cyborg hand, mesmerized. He’d seen the card tricks before, what seemed like a lifetime ago when he had just settled in with Overwatch for the first time. Back then, the queen in McCree’s deck had a tattoo under her eye, the jack held a sheaf of wheat in his arms, the king wore a black crown in the shape of swords. Now the face cards were all skulls. But McCree carried the deck with him everywhere he went just the same, freaking everyone out whenever poker night came around. A memento of the past he still loved, but which he could not relive again. Genji had kept a similar keepsake with him, too; a photograph of Hanzo and himself in their matching training outfits, standing in front of the dojo at Hanamura, stuck in a frame in his room in Nepal.

The movie finished a few minutes later, and Genji stood up to stretch, his body reminding him to go recharge for the night. Glancing at McCree, he said, “Jesse… If it makes things too awkward, you don’t have to hang out with us, you know. I won’t be offended.”

“Sweetheart, I’d hang out with you and Hanzo no matter what awkward thing happened. The pair of you are easy on the eyes, and trust me, I need a break after chasing down Roadhog and Junkrat for almost a year.”

“Aww, you don’t think Jamison is cute?” Genji teased. “You know he has a crush on you.”

“Not you, too! It’s hero-worship, okay?!” McCree complained, much to Genji’s amusement.

“Anyway… thank you again, Jesse. Sorry that you had to strike out twice with us, but you might be happy to know you’re the first person I’ve ever set up with my brother who he’s ever had a strong reaction to.”

“Well, I’ll be.” Although McCree’s expression seemed to indicate that he was not sure this was a good or bad thing.

“Hanzo doesn’t… he doesn’t really make decisions, not without consulting Father or the elders, he usually doesn’t care too much if it’s not related to the clan. You are probably the first real choice he’s made on his own since he left home.”

“You mean, after deciding to join you here with Overwatch,” McCree corrected him.

Genji froze, suddenly silent. “I… guess, yeah,” he ventured after a second. “Something like that.” He turned to leave, but not before sensing McCree’s presence behind him and getting enveloped by a hug.

“Hey, don’t doubt yourself so much, Genji. It’s not like you.”

“Heh. You’re right.” He tilted his head upward, letting McCree kiss the point of his visor below his forehead protector, where his nose should be, wondered briefly before shrugging it aside what it would be like if he could have just tried harder to make it work with Jesse. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back to normal soon enough,” he assured him. “Good night, Jesse, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Oh, thanks again for bringing me my gun back.” McCree let him go, smiled and said, “Sleep well now, Genji.”

#my fic #hot milky #shimadacest #past genji/mccree #yeaaaaaa booooy

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