#yandere cole cassidy
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Hi, big fan of your work!! Could you please do Yandere Genji or Cassidy snooping through their fem s/o's internet history to make sure she's been a good girl, only to discover she's been looking at all different kinds of sex toys?
tw: yandere, abuse
reader is gender neutral
💚 Genji
What sets Genji apart from other yanderes is his method of keeping his darling under control. Genji works from a distant. Sure, stalking goes without saying, but his motive runs deeper than simply watching his darling from afar. Since his time in Blackwatch, he’s worked in the shadows. Honed the ability to use himself as threat to subdue enemies. Because when you realize he’s made you a target, it’s already too late.
So he might not be by your side commanding your every move, but he’ll be there. The unsettling wind at your back, the shuffling of footsteps somewhere in the distance, the displaced objects in your home. He might confront you face to face, depends on what he has planned for you. But by technicality, you’ll have your own space.
But is it yours, really? Because you can’t relax when you have eyes on you. You’re hyper vigilant, all too aware of any vulnerability you might expose. Still, Genji doesn’t have time to keep watch on you at every second. He has business to attend to from time to time. So when you do have those moments alone, you’re quick to take advantage of them.
Unfortunately for you, Genji is always sure to check up on you when he returns from his duties. He has a few excuses for this, namely that he wants to make sure you’re doing alright, that you’re safe. It’s thinly veiled, though, when he rummages through your delicates, unlocks your laptop and searches your internet history. It was only a matter of time until he stumbled across your unsavory interests, but he can’t help the smile that creeps on his face at the victory of unveiling them.
When you come home, the atmosphere is uneasy, an eerie shroud weighing heavy at your breast. Small things had been misplaced in ways that don’t make sense. You flick the lights on in your bedroom, and you’ve seen Genji before, but never so close and in such an intimate space.
He approaches you and you’re too stunned to even move. He holds up his hand and turns over a particularly impressive toy you’d had your eyes on, though the sight of it now has you ill at ease.
“This one caught your eye?” your face burns red as he examines the toy in his hand, “You’ve indulged me this much, I thought I might return the favor.”
❤️🔥 Cassidy
If you’ve never had a helicopter parent, Cassidy is going to take a lot of adjusting too. He loves to baby you, always watching over your shoulder and keeping you on a tight leash. His trust is gained in drops and lost in buckets, so his vigilance all depends on your temperament. That being said, he is very generous in rewarding good behavior, the conditions of which involves varying degrees of eager submission. Just be a good baby, and you’ll have nothing to worry about.
But it’s not the worry that gets to you. It’s the constant hovering, he’s by your side whenever he can be and watching your every move. You have to be his perfect little angel or he’ll be sure to correct you, and God does he take every chance he can get. The more you gain his trust, though, the more forgiving he will be.
At first, he’ll shower you with little gifts like clothes or trinkets, he might even let you have some TV time. Then it’s trips to the park, picnic dates and even some restaurants, with the condition you never leave his side. Still, the outside exposure is dearly missed. And when he buys you a laptop, you wonder if it’s a test.
Despite his experience in a highly technical organization, Cassidy is completely oblivious to anything involving technology or computers. It was never a skill he had use for developing, his brute strength capable enough to render any other ability useless. So, he was handing the responsibility to you, trusting you wouldn’t betray him.
And you didn’t, you were really good, especially when it was new and exciting. The little things were enough to satisfy you, watching YouTube videos, listening to your own music, or simply reading the news. It’d been so long since you had internet access. As time went by, you got a little bolder, messaging some friends and playing video games. But nothing could’ve prepared you for the urge you felt when Cassidy was sent out in a mission, leaving you all to yourself.
When he was here, you had your fill of sexual attention. Honestly, you couldn’t get his hands off of you. Though it could be exhausting, it trained in you a need. Something you couldn’t quit cold turkey. And without Cassidy to satisfy that craving, you developed a terrible habit of browsing sex toys.
And what a stupid habit it was, especially when Cassidy caught you red-handed on an early return. The way his smile beamed made you want to recoil into yourself, vanish right then and there.
“Cassidy! I can explain!” your mind was already in the process of spinning some story, “There was this stupid pop-up ad, I didn’t mean to click it - actually I was clicking out of it, but the stupid track pad- Oh my gosh, I swear.”
You knew he was going to laugh, you were prepared for him to tease you, you knew it was going to happen. But the preparation wasn’t enough to shield your embarrassment.
“Naughty thing, ain’t ya?” he purred, his lips curling in a wily grin.
“Please don’t be mad at me,” you pleaded with big doe eyes you knew would melt him.
“Oh, pumpkin,” he cupped your chin and circled a thumb over your lips, “Must’ve missed me bad. Let me take care of you.”
From then on, pandora’s box was open. Cassidy loves to see you embrace your sexual side, especially when he can take advantage of it. And your new interest is another opportunity to do just that. He’ll have you put
on display while he sits back and enjoys a nice cigar and cool glass of whiskey.
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Eee, prompt number 5, 8, 15 for Cassidy
p.s I'm so normal about that cowboy
🍀 anon
Of course! I hope you like this :) Sorry it took so long! I managed to get plot help from ♠️ Anon, so I hope you like what we both came up with.
Yandere! Cole Cassidy Prompts 5, 8, 15
"Manipulation? No, dear, I'm just encouraging you!"
"I could look into those eyes forever...."
"Please smile for me... don't make me force you...."
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Isolation, Kidnapping (Technically), Possessive behavior, Toxic relationship, Consensual turned Forced relationship.
"Come on, darlin'... you look like you could need a few days to rest."
That's how this started, isn't it? Cole Cassidy, your charming cowboy boyfriend, had offered to take you on an isolated vacation to his cabin. The offer was thoughtful enough... The cowboy had seen how hard you've been working since Overwatch began its recall.
Not liking the idea of his dearest overworking themselves he wanted to make sure you could relax and smile for once. Seeing the offer as nothing sinister... you accepted. Completely unaware of any ulterior motives your boyfriend could've had.
Honestly, at first your vacation is wonderful. You promised your boyfriend you'd take a few days off from work and enjoy nature instead of the bustling city. Cole loved to see the smile on your face as he took you on walks and sat beside you at the lake.
The cowboy couldn't imagine a better date... watching in awe as your eye sprung to life and glittered in joy.
The vacation contained flirting, relaxing nights, and just the two of you. However, the looming thought of work always managed to creep into your mind. Something that annoyed your boyfriend to no end.
Cole never liked the idea of you going back to Overwatch. Perhaps it's because he's had... bad experiences... but he just wished you'd sit back and let him care for you. That was one of the reasons for the vacation.
To convince you to get away from it all... you rely on him from now on....
But you never listened to his thoughts on the matter.
No matter how much Cole showered you in gifts and attention, you always said you needed to work. As the vacation time trickled down... Cole was determined to change your mind. Can't you see working for Overwatch makes you unhappy?
"Why not stay a bit longer, darlin'? The city's just so... loud, isn't it? Do you really have to go back?" Cole continues, stepping closer to your packing form.
"Working for Overwatch pays well, Cole. The vacation was lovely though...." You sigh, the cowboy staring for a moment as he clenches his fist in silence.
"Baby... you're miserable there. Just call in sick..." Cole hums, strolling closer to hold your waist and put his head on your shoulder. "Or even better, quit and stay here with me... I can provide for you and you can be happy."
Cole's words drip with saccharine, a sweet and honeyed feeling bubbles within you but you know better. He wants to trap you with him using his words. Treating you as if you're a fly stuck in a sweet but sticky trap....
"Don't try to bribe and manipulate me, Cole." You hiss, prying his arms off you the best you can. "You know I have to work, like it or not."
"Manipulation? No, dear, I'm just encouraging you!" Cole hums, turning you so he can cup your face gently. "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't want to see you happy...?"
You stare at Cole for a moment, his eyes are sharp and dark. He waits for you to object and you sigh. For now... you'll play along.
"Fine... one more night, okay?" You admit, causing Cole to smile.
"Of course, darlin'." Cole whispers, kissing your lips softly.
"Just one more night."
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One more night was long enough for him to make sure things were perfect. By the time you woke up in the morning, Cole had prepared breakfast. It was only after that when you realized something was... wrong.
When you went to put your stuff in the truck, you noticed the door was locked. Not just that but the windows were too. Upon further inspection through said windows, the truck was gone... and Cole acted as though this was fine.
Everything was locked tight... the truck Cole had was gone... and you were stuck. Cole eventually forced a grin as he stalked closer. To him... your vacation was still going smoothly.
"You care about that job more than me, honey... I had to do something, didn't I?" Cole hums, eyes never leaving yours as he leans in front of you. He sighs in a happy tone as he reaches out to touch your face. "I could look into those eyes forever... y'know that?"
You respond by smacking his hand away, breathing picking up as though you were a cornered rabbit. Cole looks annoyed, but doesn't make any sudden movements as of yet. Why won't you just enjoy yourself?
"You locked me in here!?" You panic, the cowboy frowning as you glare at him. You're pressed against the locked door as Cole traps you in place. He gave up on hiding his true nature.
"It's for your own good, can't you see that?" Cole hisses, keeping you in place. "With me, you're happy. With me, you're safe. Out in Overwatch you have to deal with Talon. Look...I want my domestic little darlin' to listen to me and let me provide for you. Let us enjoy a vacation where there's no one else!"
"That isn't for you to decide!" You shout back, only for Cole to cover your mouth with his bionic hand.
"Yet I did it anyway, hm~?" Cole purrs, moving his hand to tilt your chin up. "Look at us... bickering like we're married."
You merely glare at him as Cole plays with your lips. His gaze holds a possessive kind of adoration... grinning to himself as if he's won a petty argument. This was when you learned your boyfriend was sick.
"Now... let's not let out little argument ruin our vacation." Cole whispers, a subtle hint of a threat in his tone. "Won't you please smile for me... don't make me force you...."
You feel his grip tighten on your chin and decide it's best to play his game until an opportunity presents itself. Reluctantly, you smile for your twisted boyfriend. The cowboy smiles back happily... leaning and kissing your lips quickly.
"My little darlin' deserves to be spoiled, don't you~?" Cole hums, holding your hands
You nod once again...
Internally plotting how to escape this wooden prison.
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Yanderes Aizawa, Hanzo, McCree, and Toji like to pretend you don't know what your clit is for.
I Ain't As Good As I Once Was
“This is your pussy. This is your pretty little pussy. You might have touched her before, but I’ll teach you how to spoil her.”
God, I love sad older men.
Content Warnings: forced cunnilingus (female receiving), overstimulation (female), c*mming in pants, fingering, kidnapping themes, self-flagellation (Hanzo), worship (Hanzo), dirty talk, mommy kink (Toji), implied gambling addiction, your implied age is -26 (Toji), Age gap, neglect on account of gambling addiction, breeding kink, pregnancy talk, (Toji) forced pregnancy? (Toji), dubious consent (Toji)
Not recommended for those under eighteen.
You try and touch yourself to show that you know how to make yourself cum. You've been doing this for years.
Aizawa
Aizawa swats your hand. No, no. You won't do it properly. You won't do it until you shake, cry, and run down your thighs. But he will. He won't overstimulate you if you don't want him to. He will work you through your orgasm, though. No matter how much you claw, beg, and squirm. You'd wanted to get off, and Aizawa will ensure you get every last bit out of this. He'll make sure you come in his mouth, make sure your cum slides down his chin. No matter how angry you are at yourself. No matter how hurt you feel. He can be tender—can make those thighs burn and those tits jiggle in a way you can't. "This is your clit, sweet girl. I'm gonna make it purr for you."
The last remains of his words drive into your ears as his mouth finds yours. The finger in your panties swept back and forth over the smooth, leathery skin of your clit the way a slow tide would swathe and flee a shoreline.
"Nn!" Fizzy pleasure bloomed in warm, scattered waves throughout your pelvis. You twitch forward the slightest amount, subtly humping yourself into a breathy, whining mess. "'s not a cat."
Aizawa draws a lazy circle around its sensitive edges, and your thoughts water.
"It can't—" Ah! "—caaan't purr." Your voice curled. It rose and wavered like a tilde symbol—building high and going all melted butter toward the end as you lurch into the wonderful crest of good he inspired. Your hips obeyed the spasms in your tummy and curled without decision or thought.
"It already is." It's practically vibrating. Singing.
"Can't you feel her purring?" Aizawa made the most agonizing, thigh-shuddering passes over your clit. You arch, arch (uhn, God!), arrrrrrrch into each one. Your clit is ringing, purring.
"Kitty's melting in my hand." She's really showing out for attention, wetting and trickling down his palm. Your small cravings are his responsibility, as were all your larger needs. He's your provider and caretaker. You rely on him for everything else, so why not this? When are you going to learn that Daddy does it better? He can satisfy them better than you ever could.
"Don't—don't call it that."
"But it purrs."
Oh! Oh, oh! It—it—oh, please, god, oh. He's using his nails, teeth, whatever he has. Aizawa sucks a bruise right into your neck. You shiver, squeal, and wriggle. How could a neck be this sensitive?
Aizawa doesn't budge. His heart thumps as you push at him, half-hearted. Enamored with any short amount of contact, Aizawa hums. You twist away from that, too, the sensation foreign on your skin. Aizawa takes a deep huff of your neck (your scent) and falls onto you like a dead weight. The new position traps his hand down the front of your panties and you underneath him.
"If it purrs, then it's a kitty. This cute kitty makes you a queen. And a purring queen means it's time for a litter." He's still working on you—working your clit and mons. You're soaking. You're hot. You arch into his hands, desperate, nearly out of your mind.
"Why do you have to be such a kinky bastard?"
"Because you like it." His stubble scrapes against your neck. Aizawa does it often, notably during 'quiet moments,' so you'll familiarize the sensation with safety.
Or so you suspect.
The brambly term of affection came often, but from what you gathered, it reserved itself for special occasions (you're convinced he stole it from his cats). When cramps left you withered and spent, Aizawa lifted you from the lonely little corner you'd carved for yourself underneath the kotatsu and reoriented you onto his lap for something to lean on—something to wring your grief into, should you need it. Shouta said he could take it—that he wouldn't mind—and had the scars to prove it, namely, the one beneath his eye. It was hard to argue in the face of something so tangible. Yet, it left a sour feeling of worms in your gut.
You're in pain. You don't want to be pain for someone else. You don't want to hurt him—he's never hurt you.
Just because he can doesn't mean he should.
He's pushing you forward, wanting you on your knees. "Because it gets your kitty panting."
It vibrated.
"W-who said I liked it?" Your tummy tremors and sweats as his fingers trace those hidden valleys.
"She did." Aizawa dove in for a quick, lascivious kiss. "She purred so sweetly." He lapped at your clit, hot and moist and delicious. "It must be love."
Calls your vagina 'kitty.'
He talks to it (which perturbs and delights you to no end). Cum for me, kitty. Isn't Daddy treating you nicely?
You know in your soul you aren't the 'kitty' he's referring to. Aizawa only called you kitty when you were topping. He had a habit of going into a deep mantra whenever you did. "Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty..." Aizawa sighed under his breath, sometimes moaned, and others thinly whined as you rode him and as he watched through sexed eyes progressively getting lower and lower until they would eventually close. He'd seize shortly after. And if you didn't stop, Aizawa gasped it (half-heartedly attempting to shuffle out from under you, gently pushing at your coasting thighs with jittery palms. Outside of that, you were 'kitten.'
When she obeys, Aizawa gives her kisses and licks—so many that you'd stammer and beg him to stop. He attacks with fervor, and with your weak-kneed body, he pins you there, grunts, and gives you mouthfuls of his tongue, which leads you to beg, this time more openly.
Aizawa repeatedly kissed the top of your vulva, where your clit lay beyond its folds. Such an obedient kitty. —kiss— Such a perfect darling. So good. —kiss— So perfect.
He doesn't torture you for too long. Aizawa (generally) won't overstimulate you unless you want him to. He'll even apologize. He just had to give his kitty her due.
The guiltiest (second to Toji) in pretending you're too naive and innocent to know what your clit is for, let alone how to use it. He'll smack your hand away (reawakening memories of your father swatting your chubby little hands when they had something they shouldn't).
You can insist you know what you're doing, and he'll insist you don't.
"Feel these?" You touch your outer labia. Aizawa's hand is over yours, guiding it. "These are your pretty lips." Gummy, soft, and perfect for his teeth. He'd use them for pillows if you'd let him. You wouldn't, though. There's no way Aizawa could get close enough to smell you without getting a taste.
"They'd look prettier curing my insomnia." In other words, he's telling you to ride him until he passes out, or rather, throwing out an invitation. Your lips have erased his dry eye and lifted his depression. Simply gorgeous.
"How would I..." How could your vaginal lips cure someone's depression?
"Simple," He's against your ear. His hair gave you shivers as it fanned your neck. "You sit on my face," Together, your hands rode parted lips. They kneaded love into your skin that settled in your ovaries. "and rut." Your hips went forward with a gasp, unexpected and on cue. No matter the situation, Aizawa never failed to sound like a college professor three years away from retirement. He speaks to you as he would his colleagues and students. There is no bedroom voice, growl, or husk other than his natural warmth—warmth that made you swallow from the very lips he made you touch. Made you restless on his lap.
"If you knead them gently," he says, "they'll make you feel nice." Your knees knock when Aizawa focuses on the entrance hidden in your labia, circling it. "But not as nice as this," Aizawa pats your pussy, sending ripples through your body.
Slap!
Something liquid-warm fires across your hipbones, following a path up your spine, reminding you of when Aizawa kissed you. You call his name in a panic. What is this, and why is it delicious? Unadulterated joy tore through you like a storm in Texas-May. It stole your tongue, and the thoughts it couldn't finish—stole the bones from your body. The ache reverberating in your core was a flash-bang replacing everything but Shouta's name with bright white. It rang like a bell from the ovaries out, telling the rest of your body it was in love. It scares you. "Shouta—"
Slap!
"You're alright, pretty. You're going to be a big girl and cum, that's all."
Slap!
Oh, God.
"Intense, isn't it?" His chin sits in the crook of your neck. Aizawa watched you stutter after his hand and gently convulse.
Slap!
Your body hums like a Ford Mustang at a stop light. It lurched into each tap—tipping over the crosswalk markings in the concrete, eager and desperate for him to take you over the edge. Nervous foot on the petal, it waited for green.
"Come on, pretty girl. Almost there."
Slap!
Your thighs snap shut. Pleasure so soft and sweet spreads throughout your body. The ache becomes ecstasy, and the guilt becomes glee. It swells and sways like storm clouds in New Orleans, easily hitting your lungs and filling you with the finest summer rain.
Did you think for a second Aizawa wouldn't praise you? "Yes, kitten. Yes, kitty." He's agreeing with all your sobbed gibberish, rubbing you out because he knows you won't. His finger is hard on your clit when you buck and shimmy to escape the rush—the pleasure that won't stop knocking. Again, he won't take you past what you can handle, but you're riding that coaster to the end: no stops or pauses. You're getting every single clench, every tooth-chattering, leg-shaking, hip-raising flood of absolute 'God, yes,' that follows.
Aizawa was a decent man—was. It's wrong. It goes against every code, the oath he'd taken with the acceptance of his license. He made excuses for the inexcusable. Every day he went out and fought for freedom while ignoring yours. Swift on his legs when avenging the cries of the innocent, Shouta let yours fall on deaf ears.
Hanzo
Hnng. But forced cunnilingus. Dubcon, only because you're overstimulated, and Hanzo is stubborn. If you haven't squirted, he hasn't done his job. He had his pride as a man to uphold.
Hanzo raises your hand to his lips. He kisses it, clasps it, and restrains it to the bed. "Let me tend to you. So long as you warm my bed, you won't lift a finger." He kissed your neck and collarbone. "Not for your pleasure," Hanzo gently spread your labia. "Not for mine. This time it is for you, my queen."
A shiver runs down your spine. Your mind fills itself with visions of Hanzo taking you. He never has—claimed he could never 'defile' you. That didn't stop him from fingering your clit, drawing you to orgasm, or turning you into a mess of nerve endings.
"You are divine." You're a gift from the gods. Hanzo prayed they would keep him from succumbing to temptation, but it was useless. He had never been able to resist a challenge, and this time would be no different. His prayers didn't stop his cock from sliding against his expensive sheets, wishing it were your body his seed had coated, giving the legacy he'd spent a lifetime chasing.
His queen enjoyed testing him, denying him his duty as a husband. Why trouble yourself with matters such as these when he is so capable? He had solved many puzzles and navigated treacherous waters with ease, yet she seemed to think his skills were limited to a bow and arrow. Do you truly believe he cannot satisfy your needs?
Hanzo fondled your clitoris. "This is a husband's duty."
He moved down between your thighs.
"This is a wife's duty." He said as you whimpered. "To moan as a man pleasures you. To lie back and know your body is in his hands. To take your pleasure and offer your own." His tongue found you. You writhed against the bed, unable to stop your body's rhythm from matching his tongue's motions.
"Allow me." Hanzo touched your clit the way you'd tried to, his tongue deep in your core.
You wouldn't know the first thing about settling your body's aches. That was Hanzo's business. Your hands need only grab onto his hair when it all becomes too much for you.
Hanzo is skilled with a tongue, with a cock, with a razor-edged sword.
"Let me tend to what is mine."
Hanzo kisses your thighs, thighs that a man has never kissed. Thighs that tremble and shake so terribly you fear for your health. You can't breathe. Your heart is pounding, and you feel your mind slipping away. Colors bleed into the corner of your vision, static and buzzing like an old TV.
But Hanzo keeps kissing, licking. Your thoughts slur, and your tongue is no better.
'an...H-han.. c'n.. cn't... Your eyes roll—your back arches. Tears run into your hairline; Hanzo tightens his grip on your hand as your other one blindly scrabbles at his bedsheets. "H-han! Z-z—Oh, my God..." A wash of electricity ravaged your body. Pleasure so raw and sweet your voice croaks out hoarsely, love pouring from your lips in a flood of passionate syllables.
His grasp remains firm as you jerk into his waiting tongue. You try not to. You try and fight your body's natural curl toward the very thing bathing it in pleasure—foolish woman. Hanzo tongued harder and doubled his hold to keep you pinned throughout your cries and gurgles.
Cry for me, my Goddess, my queen, so I may worship you harder. Seek my hand if you are overwhelmed. Cling to me. I promise to be your source of strength and comfort. Security is the least of a husband's duties. Make me strive for the breath of freedom, then deny it to me all at once. Show me with cries that I am worthy, yet prove with the heat in your thighs that I am nothing.
Unable to praise you to the extent he'd like, Hanzo returned your moans from deep between your clenched thighs. He licks harder and faster, and he just isn't stopping. You deserve all this and more—to drown in your own wet and swallow hard enough to see heaven.
So beautiful. —Lick— So generous to me, my queen.
Your body is a waterfall that Hanzo would happily kneel underneath. Hanzo was no Buddhist, but he believed you could purify his wretched soul. In you, he'd find redemption. Your heat could make a blind man see. Surely, it could cleanse the stain of his past.
No matter how many passes his tongue made, you had more to give.
You scratch his sheets, and Hanzo has never been so jealous. The skin of his back tingles at the mere thought of hovering above you, thrusting into you - warm, soft, and perfect as you carve into his back and warm his ear with your crying breaths.
You can feel your breath swelling, becoming a low chant of pleasure as Hanzo continues to lap at the valley between your hips. Hanzo rewards your pussy for each hungry gulp as it comes and comes and comes by flicking his tongue over its pounding entrance. Wildly twitching, it swallowed deep and hungry—a trail of wet escaped. Hanzo licked that too.
"Can't… Hanzo, can't…." You reach out desperately for the headboard, using the bed covers to help propel you forward. When this failed, you mustered all of your strength and used your core to drive yourself forward, shoving his head with a surprising force. With each attempt, you inched closer and closer toward freedom.
His hand grabs at your waist, pulling you towards him as he licks and sucks. You can feel yourself trembling on the edge of something big—an adventure you aren't ready to take.
Hanzo watches you above your knees; he looks you in the eyes as you gasp and wheeze. You plead, and the archer licks your outer lips. Hanzo sucks your clit, hums. Your words gargle in the back of your throat.
The hand in his hair turns into a fist. Hanzo moaned.
At some point, he mumbled in your folds, snippets of "goddess" and "queen" as his hips repeatedly struck the mattress. The groans he's making have your ovaries flushing, your cunt fluttering. Hanzo's panting by the end, but he doesn't stop licking.
Hanzo, for all his dignity and grace, wants you to put him on his knees. Make him work and beg for air. Then, smother him.
Can you imagine Hanzo pinning you to the bed, claiming he's wronged you and needs to atone? You can scream that you forgive him, that it's unnecessary, but he won't accept it. What good is forgiveness if he doesn't earn it?
Or, he goes down on you before every Overwatch mission to "strengthen his mind and body" to better prepare.
"H-Hanzo. Why—" You bit your finger to keep from moaning (squirming). You don't need any bruises. Your hips still bear the thick shape of his fingers.
"Why not just—ah!—just train more?"
"You are the only meditation I need."
Hanzo’s bed once filled itself with women from all walks of Asia. Sojiro filled his bed with women from all walks of Asia. Differing accents, differing traditions. Same economic status. None of them would have been good enough for his father. The thirst for an heir may not have originally been his own, but the need still burned beneath his painted skin. The dragons grew restless, for Hanzo’s desire was their own. The dragon lord had never truly given up on his future children.
Unconsciously plays into your worship kink
Step on him
Physically a virgin, spiritually a whore
Not inexperienced, per se. The terms by which Hanzo lost his virtue weren't his own, so Hanzo ignored them.
Vanilla in theory and theory alone. Missionary, no anal. Ever. But he'd clean his spend from your 'temple' (inside and out) in gratitude and penance. First, for deeming him worthy of such a privilege. Second, for dirtying you and finishing without your consent.
He's kneeled at your feet, kissing them and offering his sacrifice.
It's all amusement and spectacle until he asks what punishment you deem suitable for his transgression.
Is he serious? You came three times in the last forty minutes.
You should be at his feet. You could never cum like that on your own.
Hanzo decides for you
You're shuffling off the bed when he reaches for his bow
He expects you to use honorifics after his name. You are his wife, and he is your husband. You must address him with respect.
Call him 'lord Hanzo' in jest, and the archer closes in on himself. Memories of a life he'd long abandoned close in on all sides. He kindly asks that you don't tease him in such ways. You know nothing of his past. Hanzo doesn't blame you for his reaction to your words; you only meant to play with him, as a wife should. Humor, and not ridicule. (Not that he thought himself undeserving of it. If a divine creature decided he needed humbling, who was he to feel any different?
Hanzo shies from titles that place him above you, "master, King, God, etc."
Jesse McCree
"Now," Jesse stood with his hands resting on his belt, the light from its buckle glinting off into your eyes and reflecting the terror you felt. His hips tilt to one side as he observes you silently. "Why doncha tell me again what you were hopin' to accomplish with them tiny little hands o' yours."
Panic flashed in your eyes because Jesse widened his stance and raised his hands.
You still scramble further up the bed.
"Nah, ya ain't in trouble," Jesse said as he removed his hat and tossed it on the side of your dresser. Always mindful of Ma's etiquette lessons, Jesse knew better than to enter a lady's room wearing his hat. Was impolite. You don't enter a lady's room 'less you come naked. "Pity she didn't teach me to knock," he added with a smile.
Confusion twisted your features. Jesse often said things that you weren't sure how to interpret.
His slow smile told you he was a man looking out after his own. It made your heart beat faster. He wasn't here to hurt you.
"Just show Uncle Jesse what you were up to 'fore I came in." He moved closer, the bed frame squeaking beneath his boots. "Lemme see what you got," he said. Jesse reached out, and you flinched.
But his hands only brushed a finger across your cheek, pushing away a strand of hair. "Ya got somethin' special in those hands," he said gently as his fingers pressed against your skin.
You become aware of the hands covering your modesty. You glance at your bare thighs out of habit when Jesse references the heat between them.
"Come on now, don't get all bashful," He said before you could try to hide under the blankets. You had a way of scurrying off like a little mole whenever he teased you too much. Shy, sweet, and gentle. He could eat you up for days.
"Show me how ya touch 'er when you're all alone."
You pull your cami over your thighs to deter those mocha-brown eyes. Jesse raised a brow that was just as dark. "Ya ain't got nothin' to hide, girl. I already seen it all." He said. Good-natured, southern charm oozed from his every sentence. Yet, you still felt like you were standing in the principal's office and caught doing something wrong.
But Jesse smiled as though what he said was meant to make you feel better. He leaned down, kissing your forehead as if it were the world's most natural thing.
"I'm… I'm loud.." Your knees draw together.
His smile was lopsided. "Good thing all the gunfire and explosions drown out hearing." He said, referencing the hearing aids he wore in his ears.
Did you think a little thing like that would ever be a problem? Bless your sweet little heart.
You weren't sure what to say. 'I'm sorry?' Would he think you're pitying him?
But he just let out a chuckle and shook his head. "Don't sweat it, sugar." A large palm ruffled your hair affectionately. "Now, why don't you show Uncle Jess what you were playin' with?" He asked again, his voice a little more playful this time.
"You..you really can't hear?" You fidgeted with the hem of your cami, not wanting to make eye contact.
His grin widened, "Not a thing." Jessie lied. "I'll even take 'em out if ya want." He started to take off his hearing aids, but you stopped him.
"No, no! That's... That's not necessary." You said quickly.
"Well, alright then." He said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"How's 'bout you let this old cowboy have that weapon yer holdin'?"
Weapon?
"Oh, she's lethal." Jesse winced playfully. "One could take out a man if it's aimed properly."
"She?" You asked, curious.
Jesse held back the brunt of his laughter. "Yer pussy, sugar. It's a she."
Your expression has him losing his composure. He had the courtesy to turn away and chuckle. The insult on your face had him in stitches.
"Well, shoot." He said after a while, finally managing to compose himself. "I ain't mean to make no fun of ya. Just thought you'd like to know your kitty got a name."
Your body ran hot, and your heart thumped against your chest. You can't believe how Jesse made you feel with just a few words and one little joke. You could see the mischievous glint in his eyes and knew he would make you squirm again.
"Respectfully, I'm gonna need to see those hands of yours." He said, that same southern gentleness in his voice like before.
Jesse whistled as your hands lifted, low and appreciative.
"I'll be damned..." You're sweet enough to top his apple pie. If he had it, Jesse would've held his hat to his chest; those thighs could carry him through the Arizona desert.
"You can take my breath away any day," Jesse said with a grin. He drank those thighs ten times over before they'd self-consciously shut. He was drunk on you as he was on moonshine.
"Hands back on your holster. Show me how you use it."
With his boot planted firmly on the mattress, brown eyes staring you down, you touched yourself. You'd jumped at the first brush of a hesitant finger against the peach fuzz clothing your mons—prickly and on its way to growing—cold fingers startling skin that hardly ever felt a temperature change. You've never been more thankful for those stubborn hairs that always grew back despite your best efforts. It offered a level of decency—privacy—during a private act made public. You map your vulva, getting a feel for it. Your legs spread as you become more comfortable with the movements and sensations that kiss you nightly when the house is sleep—as comfortable as you could be with a man like Jesse McCree looming over you.
You were very aware of him—his presence, his smell. You could feel him in your veins as you touched yourself, and he watched. He dared not move a muscle lest it scared you off.
The situation might be foreign, but the sweetness in your abdomen isn't. The toe-curling warmth made you want to rock and hum into its beautiful calm. It took the stress out of a very stressful situation. How odd to find yourself tense in the middle of your go-to stress relief.
You moved with clinical precision, not for pleasure but to show Jesse you weren't helpless. You felt like the Tin Man—joints stiff, robotic, and locking together when thoughts of what you were doing and in front of whom caught up to you. The need to defend yourself from any infantilism oiled them and kept them going. Your breath gets heavier as the pleasure builds inside of you, regardless.
Could you even cum like this?
Doubtful.
There wasn't anything too exciting about tracing up and down your lips, still wet from the 'exercise,' Jesse interrupted. Your clit still pulsed despite cologne tickling your nose like spice (or maybe because of it).
He was so close.
With the scent of tobacco and leather on his clothes, Jesse Mccree had your undivided attention. You can't look at him, but the thought of staring into those deep brown eyes while you circled your clit and cried the prettiest you could make you swallow down below. Your clit throbs, and you massage it before you can stop yourself. You play with the hood, fragile and unsure. It isn't enough, but you don't want to appear indecent. God, if only you could throw open your legs and—
"That ain't how ya do it. Touchin' 'er like that, bet you don't even know what she's called."
Of course, you do. It's a vagina. Not a 'her,' not a 'she.' You told him so.
"Aw, now. You'll hurt 'er feelings. Tell me what you call 'er, darl.'"
"It… it's my vagina." You emphasize the word 'it.'
Jesse shook his head. Shoulda knew you'd call 'er somethin' dull and childish.
"Move aside, sugar." Jesse motioned for you to stand. A cigarillo was all that was needed to complete the toothy grin as he sat, cybernetic hand hitting his thigh. "Come sit on Papa's lap. He's gon' show ya what she's for. How to touch 'er."
You stood uncertain before him, blanket held to your sex. The red fabric pooled between your legs and onto the floor.
"I don't bite, sugar." He said. It's the softest you'd ever heard him.
Your lips thin to a pensive line.
This is a bad idea. But the prospect of this man sipping you like he did his whiskey was thrilling.
You look past him toward his hat on the dresser, and the blanket drops. So do Jesse's eyes. But that grin? It stretches to something boyish, handsome, and white. He savors, just as you'd hoped; he savored himself so fully your legs ache to cross over each other. He's fixated on your vagina. You hope he can't see it swallow.
"This is your little pussy." Jesse spread you open with two fingers. You squirm on his thick thighs. He's mountainous and warm against your back; you hardly cover two-thirds of his broad chest. He must spray cologne directly on it. Woodsy Pine and Old Spice took you to a campfire with marshmallows and Southern folklore. You don't think about the chestnut hairs peeking out of his flannel. You can't. You'll die.
"This is your pretty little pussy." He rubbed your fatty, wet lips with four fingers—rough and widened in a V-shape.
Your vag—your pussy clenches, tingly.
"You may have touched 'er before," He swiped your clit side-to-side, hitting nerve endings that had you bucking on his tan, human finger. "but I'll teach you how to spoil 'er." He dipped one deep inside.
"And fill 'er up."
Your cries are as helpless as your hips as they help him fuck your pussy open. He stretches her so good you can't recall when you began referring to her as a she. You fuck yourself on his fingers until pleasure gushes from your cunt.
An involuntary gasp escapes your lips as he collects his first load in his fingers. You're there.
"You wanna cum, and I can make it happen, sugar." Jesse held you as you shook. Robotic arm slung over your waist, he let you use his finger to draw out your end. He pumped into you occasionally—lazy and matching your weakening thrusts.
"Ain't nothin' wrong with bein' greedy. Uncle Jesse will let ya have seconds if ya want 'em."
You just keep goin', doncha? You're a lil fighter—pushin' those shuddery hips forward even as you gasp and choke.
Ya weren't lyin'. Yer loud. Not in a cutesy way, either. You're raw, unapologetic.
Jesse loves it.
Nothin' worse than a woman who does all that dainty shit.
You cried so long and hard your voice tapered into a husk.
"These fingers were made for women. Made for touchin' 'em." Any internalized shame blew in the wind when Jesse used his thumb to swipe your sensitive clit. You groan like a cavewoman. Guttural, primal.
"Made for makin' 'em come. You gonna come for me again?"
You're already trembling, unable to get your tongue working as you tighten on his fingers.
"There ya go, sugar. Cum like I'm gettin' it in. Goin' six inches deep and cummin' hard on 'er lips." Jesse pumped his fingers deep again as you began panting, panicking—he was insistent on getting you off—a knot of orgasm tightened in your waist until you snapped like a whip against your backside and seized.
"Ain't nothing wrong with cryin'."
You can't stop shaking. Crying. Tears fall off your chin, and you don't know where they came from. At this moment, you're a helpless baby—wailing and hoping he understands. You need him to fuck the soul from your body. You need him to stop.
"I've got somethin' of a confession," Mccree said, his drawl thickening with each syllable. The thumb on your clit sent his words through one ear and out the other. He's knuckle-deep in your cunt and seated near your pleasure spot as he slowly curls into it. You curl with him, hot and whining.
"I may be aurally challenged, but I can still hear you, sugar." You're drooling in every figurative sense—mentally and emotionally sloshed from the pump of his heavy fingers. "Every time you whisper my name at night." He said, his tone low and warm.
Your thighs clamp around his hand.
Fiery shame swept like lava and left coals on your chest, leaving you with prickly, uncomfortable goosebumps.
Oh, now we can't have that.
You've stopped chasing his hand, chasin' that release you'd wanted so bad.
A gentleman, Jesse puts in enough work for both of you. If you aren't meetin' him, he'll have to try that much harder, won't 'e?
God, what would your family think? They'd shun you. Getting off to thoughts of your captor's big, impossibly wide hands instead of biting them.
This needs to stop.
Oh, but you can't. You're grinding on his finger again, helpless to stop. It's so good. It's too fucking good.
"That's it. Get it, sugar." Jesse starts flying in and out of your thighs. Something coughs from your throat like a drowned victim spitting up water. You grab his wrist for stability and don't make it halfway around.
"That's what I like to fuckin' see," Jesse growled.
Fuck it. You'd let him pull your panties aside and cream your pussy right there on your bed with your family in the doorway for them to see every desperate clench it made, each spasm in the base of his cock as it emptied inside their precious daughter, sister, and loved one. They could watch the conception of their grandchild and niece/nephew for all you care.
"Jesse! Oh god. Feels good!"
"Sounds even better up close." Mccree chuckled. Breathy, strained. As if it'd come through gritted teeth. His cock pressed into your ass—hard and hot. He made no attempts to relieve it.
"You come to Uncle Jesse when your pussy needs some lovin', ya hear?"
He pulled out, leaving you so, so empty.
You quickly nodded. No, no. Please put it back! He'd stopped touching your clit.
Jesse doesn't leave you empty much longer now that he has an answer. "You let ol' Jess handle it. I'll give the lil lady what she wants."
You're too damn polite. Callin' 'im 'sir.' He ain't no 'sir.' Jesse would tell you to stop if he ain't like it so much.
He pretends to hate it, gives you grief about it, but let you come 'round askin' for somethin'. Jesse stops you mid-sentence and tells you to call 'im that thing he likes.
"Come on, honey. You'll make me feel old."
Your name might as well be 'pretty.'
"C'mere, pretty. Wanna show ya somethin' real quick."
Toji Fushiguro
It's one of those days.
Toji stood in your doorway, an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth. He had a can of beer in his left hand and a race ticket in the other. You should be happy to see him. There's no milk, and your stomach could grow teeth and devour. Your heart drops instead. The paper had as many wrinkles as a white shirt straight from the dryer. Crumpled, meaning he'd lost. The one Toji wore was stretched and spent. He hadn't come home last night. A sour odor of alcohol told you why. Toji celebrated his losing streaks with bottles of sake at the bar. Usually, he'd be out looking for a job to 'make up what he lost,' as he'd always promised.
The hunt must've been unsuccessful if he had been back so soon.
Toji was bitter before he'd even come in the door. Catching you with your fingers in your pajama pants put him over the edge.
"What ya doin' touchin' what's mine?"
Toji scoffed when you continued giving him that owlish stare.
"Y'think I'm good for nothin', dont'cha." His posture remains loose and bored, his tone detached. The slip crinkled in his balled fist.
This isn't going to end well.
"Of course no—"
"You ain't gotta lie, Seven."
Toji was more superstitious than met the eye. He set you up in his home like a Maneki-Neko for good luck and fortune, laughable.
You aren't lucky. Trouble raced after you like tin cans on an exhaust pipe, with your situation to prove it.
Trouble stepped further into your room—swept across your floor like tumbleweed, kicking the ground with every slow, drunken step. Trouble knelt on your bed, knocked your plushies off to the side, and snatched your arm when you scurried.
"Y'think I'm a deadbeat." Trouble pulled you under him and ripped your pajamas off your hurling legs. His triceps bulged beneath his tee as his hips rolled into your cunt, wet and bare. He held you still to take each stubborn, mouth-watering rut. "Think I can't take care of ya anymore."
Toji's still beating the headboard into the wall as you quake around his thighs. Frantic hands tear at his upper back, tugging his shirt for him to go harder despite the worrying cracks and splinters of wood.
"'m gon' prove you wrong." Toji put his weight on his elbows and fucked you like he meant it. He'd buck forward and knock your eyes to your skull.
'God, yes,' is all you can think as he presses you into the mattress and shoves into you until you can't get air. 'More, more, more.'
"Gonna make you cum so hard you wet yourself," he growled in your ear. "Gonna make you scream and cry." And he did.
"Oh God, Toji!"
Toji rabbits at the first sign of tears. "I'm gonna fuck you right to hell."'
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God, oh—uhn!"
Spleck!
Your thighs squeeze and judder into his cock. Wetness dribbles past your lips regardless of how tightly you clench your legs. You cum hard—the spasms in your cunt deep and violent. So fucking slutty and messy.
"God!" The word tore from your throat in a ragged sob. Feral. Hysterical.
There's no way you should clamp this fiercely. It's been so long Toji let you tighten up. He needed to stretch you back out. This pussy should be loose and sticky always. A constant fullness to fill the pangs and help you forget your troubles.
You wanna be fucked.
You wanna be bred.
"A little girl like you don't know what you're doin'." Toji got between your thighs and licked you from slick perineum to juicy clit.
"Says you." In your head, you're pushing his face deeper into your sex, hand in his hair as you grind on his tongue. 'Show me, baby; show me. Show me what I'm too stupid to do.'
Toji eats you alive.
His fingers brush up your bum while he tongues you into orgasm. Toji piles your juices on his fingers and licks them clean, again and again.
"Lookit how excited she gets." Toji rests on his knees. The crotch of his sweatpants is a darker shade of black and damp from your sex.
"She can't quit talkin'." Spasming, spitting, and wetting.
His cock is visible, sitting on his lower left thigh, right above his knee. A footpath of the same dark shade runs down his left pant leg.
Did he cum? Did he cum just from eating you out? Was that fat, ruddy cockhead drooling over the very hint of your sex when he'd rutted against you before?
There's something so primal about him kneeling over you, your juices on his tongue, his cock jutting out so proudly, hung like a horse between your thighs. It makes you aware of just how filthy this whole act is, how raw.
You can smell yourself on him, and your legs self-consciously close.
"Still think you know how to get this pussy to clamp as she should?" Toji's voice was low and gruff.
"No." You whimpered.
"Then why the fuck are you playing with my clit?"
"I wasn't playing with it! I was just..."
"You won't even squeeze your thighs together without askin' when I'm finished," his lips close around your clit.
Toji licks every slippery skin fold and nibbles your clit until it's throbbing. You fuck his mouth with your hips, desperate. You reach deep, guttural tones no woman should.
Would nut if you called him 'sir.'
Call him 'sir,' and he'll call you 'ma'am.' Especially in bed. It's shamelessly kinky, given the age gap between you. Might just call you mommy if you're okay with it. You're still under your parent's insurance and barely have a driver's license. Your wisdom teeth haven't come in, and here this forty-year-old man was calling you mommy.
And if you are? Agreeable with it, that is? Toji does his best to make you one.
He missed out on Megumi. Thoughts of another child hadn't crossed his mind until he was deep in your green, twenty-something pussy calling you mommy in that aged murmur.
You love everything he's saying. "Gon' fuck a baby into your teenage pussy—get you pregnant." Toji liked to poke at your age. He'd call you a teenager when you're particularly difficult. Little girls can't talk to me like that. Those nights remained the same. Toji fucked you on the floor and bred you until you couldn't speak. Cum ran from your entrance in a thin, constant stream. Milky, thick-flowing, and filthy. You just need some good lovin'; that's all it is—needed attention. You didn't know how to ask for it without pitchin' a fit like a child.
Make-up sex where he'd hold your hands as your thighs shook. Toji made up for leaving the cabinets empty by leaving your thoughts emptier. Cramming you six inches full of excess and relief, Toji filled you over and over until debt became greed. He's slow, thorough—men his age typically were. Toji was no boy. Wasn't in no hurry to finish. Thrusting between your hips, deep and thick in your cunt and inches from your face, Toji murmured, "'m gon' set it right."
You love what he's saying so much your appreciation lands on the base of his cock and lower abdomen as you squirt. "Dirty little girl. Dirty teenage pussy, begging for her senpai's cum." He burns right through your chest.
The words, "What are you going to do about it?" sit on your tongue.
"Gonna breed that pussy good. Gon' get you pregnant. Get you knocked up." Toji tugs your legs up higher, pulling you into his body as he snaps his hips. He thrusts into you, quick and hard.
Give it to me, give it to me. Put a baby in me. Oh, God, fuck me!
"Pussy'll be so sweet with my cum between those pretty, swollen lips. Might just eat it. Might have to. Might be all the sugar I need."
Muscles jump in your lower belly. Toji grinned above you, rotten, when your pussy quivered. Toji is feral when he gets his face between your legs, unlike any man you've met. The enthusiasm for your pleasure as he dug, sucked, licked, and scraped with his tongue (all while his right hand held your slippery cunt open for him to discipline and drink down) was primal and terrifying. It had you there in minutes. He had no direction, no idea, and no technique. All he had was the hell-driven desire to please you—make you come fast and hard 'many times as he could before his tongue gave out.
Every little thing you told him to do. That's all he had. You asked for more, and he gave it. You tell him to scratch that itch between your thighs, and he knows exactly what that means—squeezing his cock into your too-small ass. From there, all you did was tell him what you wanted, and he performed like a dog with a bone.
Toji wasn't above holding you down so that you took your pleasure on his face, fingers, and lips.
No, this dog took every ounce of his strength and overpowered your body to ensure he got his pound of flesh. What sorta man was he if he couldn't please his woman? An embarrassment, that's what. You ain't gonna insult him and walk away with steady legs.
"Gonna ride that pussy, make it mine."
Ride me, baby. Oh, God, yes!
Toji hunkers over you—that thick, heady scent of sweat, cologne, and body heat. He smells good. "Bet this teenage cunt loves feeling like it's mature, getting filled and stretched into a mommy's pussy." He's telling you how you'll look so good with your freshly creamed pussy.
Wanna be slutty for you. Make this pussy creamy.
"Gon' get that cervix wet. You'd better drink up, girl."
God, you'll drink every last white drop of it. You're already spasming.
"There she goes talkin'. Swallowin’. She's thirsty." Toji tilts your face towards him. "Boy or girl? Which one ya like?"
You struggle—feebly pressing his chest with jellied wrists to get him up and off of you. Out of you. You have to keep yourself from melting outward and running onto the sheets when he snatches you up in his arms as if you were nothing and hemmed you to the bed, hemmed you to his chest in a bear hug, and fucked you. He caged you beneath him and held you there. You’re held down and bred. Pre-cum drooled out of you onto the pillow like the real thing. Each thrust sent your hips violently into him, bobbing, circling, and returning to meet him as you rubbed your slick folds against his cock when it slipped out. He had you humping his wet dick like a bitch in heat. That was you on him. He's covered in you. He hugged you so hard that the bed felt like a paper bag under you.
"Ain't no running. Y'gon' take this dick. Take this apology."
"Don't! Don't—" The fight to free your arms was heavy and impossible as he lined himself up just as quickly as he'd left. Eager to fill. Eager to please. Hands trapped between your sweaty bodies, you settle for pushing against his stifling weight despite rising to help him resettle himself. And God, do you feel like home. Comforting, warm. He can already smell Ma's cooking. Slick, like the blood of his bounties. 'Specially when his bosses demanded a trophy as proof of his service.
White. All you see are the whites of his eyes as Toji's cock overfilled you to bursting, assisted by your curved spine and lofted hips.
He does it so gently—sliding into you like a Spanish kiss. Indulgent. Letting you admire the breadth of him, the ridge of cockhead that made your walls flutter and sing as it moved through you like drugs flooding a bloodstream, peddling euphoria throughout every corner of your body until you were floating and light in the giddy breeze of his possession. He looks demonic, possessed. Your cunt groaned from how full it was, glutted. Feel-good chemicals left you gooey and barely conscious as he stroked into you, exactly where you needed him and weren't ready for him. The deep grinds into your G-spot had you losing your breath, but he wouldn't stop. He wouldn't stop fucking you.
Uhhhn, God. Your eyes flutter. Your walls squeeze him against your will. You could kiss him.
"N-noooo, you can't. Don't cum in my pussy." You moaned. "Don't—hnn!—don' cum..." Your arms close around his waist, hips arching and rocking like you couldn't decide what you wanted more, to push him off of you or get creampied in one go. Bred.
"Mommy, ya gotta tell me." Your pussy clamps. Fissures of resistance disappear like they never existed when Toji calls you "mommy" like it's a sin. He's whispering dirty in your ear as if he knew your secrets. As if he knew you were two pumps and one shuddery male moan away from pleading the exact opposite.
"Tell me, Mommy, so I can do it for you." Toji's voice had gone sugary-sweet and deep.
But no...no. Nnn. No. "You… can't...do that." It's cheating. He's cheating.
"Tell me how you want this baby."
God, it just feels so good. You want him to cream you. Breed you. You like the fantasy of it all (it gets you wetter than anything), but he isn't financially stable, and you're no mother.
"We can't! Not 'nough money." Your lips don't sing lullabies. They sang heartache and blues. Emotionally immature and mentally thin, you're no mother. The slightest inconvenience, and you're ready to cannonball off a bridge.
"Ain't what I asked ya." Toji put you in a headlock. Ears hot and pounding, you twist and thrash as best you can underneath him. He doesn't leave you much room to grapple—still bearing down on you with all his strength and thrusting. 'Overwhelming' couldn't begin to capture the wave of shivers washing over you. Toji scratches that itch inside of you so good it nearly hurts. God, it's good—the beating he gives that secret, special place you can never reach alone. Where fingers clench into knots, your womb feels like a fever. You're in heaven. Your thighs burn from all that friction. You're in hell. Your body wants nothing more than to let out a primal scream as you battle to cope with the intensity. It takes you a few moments to realize you are—hollering in absolute hysteria. You unclench your fingers long enough to shove fruitlessly at his chest, claw at his arms and pelvis.
The thick arms caging your head tighten. "Answer. Or I’ll put one in your backside."
"Girl!" You shouted—voice rough and strangled behind his grip.
"A lil princess just like 'er Mama." Toji bucked into you, closing his eyes with a groan. When they opened, they stared down at your hostile mouth. If there was one body part of yours Toji was fascinated by, it was your lips.
He's been staring at them while he fucked you, lust in his eyes. Toji watched them threaten and plead.
"You get off me, or I'll—" Your words clung thickly together, dragged in places they shouldn't as if they were moaned.
"I'll..." Your lashes fall to your cheeks as Toji moves down, nose rumbling softly with steamy breath as he latches onto a nipple and sucks.
Your cunt swallowed and sang; you rose to meet his next push. The way his tongue and teeth work together on that sensitive spot is enough to make you light-headed.
"I'll..."
Toji stared at you, expression unreadable as ever. "You'll what, Mommy?"
He watched 'em gasp and form his name. He needed 'em. Needed 'em more than his own mother's rotted eyes.
"You'll cum?" He ground into you, and you gasped.
"Yes." You wrapped your arms and legs around him. God, your skin was on fire.
Toji released your breast and latched onto your mouth instead, groaning against your lips. His tongue flicked inside, and you opened wide.
"H-harder. Toji, I'm—"
Ughn!
Toji hits it like he couldn't miss—rutting, grinding, and humping into that sacred spot. Your kiss had him rabbiting and murmuring, moaning, and biting. He was gasping. He was growing—swelling at the base of his cock. He was coming apart.
Seeing you thoroughly enjoy yourself and falling apart on his cock has Toji's hips faltering. Mama's never yelled for 'im quite like that before. He had mama screamin', had 'er eyes rollin' back. Had her thrusting on his cock like she wanted her green, little pussy filled—wanted his kid.
"Sound so good, Mommy." He's coming already, eyes shut as the first few spurts escape him. Toji's thrusts deepen each time you moan. He'd shiver, pushing hard into your g-spot. He spoiled it for every hunger pain while he was away.
"Hands." His voice shook with effort—the physical strain of staving himself off.
When you don't immediately respond, Toji's head rests on your shoulder—miserable like an old dog. "y'know I can't cum without 'em. Know I need 'em."
His breaths come in rough pants. "I'm gonna cum, Mommy. Imma go right up your pussy and spill my seed."
"Toji—" You squirm, "Toji, don't!" You'd damn near drooled as the first squirt of hot cum hit your pussy, unconsciously bucking into him for the umpteenth time.
You beg Toji not to cum inside you, hugging him and pumping those hips all the while. Desperately, at that. A man's gotta wonder.
"Let me apologize, mama," he said between labored breaths. "Let me give you this baby." His fingers pry into yours, clutching them against the mattress as he rutted and sighed into you. "Let me."
"No." You fight. "No, no, no, no, no! No. Don't!"
His thrusts pick up as you try and wrangle free.
"I forgive you, Toji! I forgive—"
Toji licked into your mouth, grabbed onto your hips, and emptied himself in a long, thick stream. He shivered in your arms through spurts and convulsions, letting you swallow his shuddered alphabet of husky groans.
You can't help but buck into each warm shot of his seed. You're a whore. And you're tired of pretending you're not.
You're still moaning for him not to cum inside you as he does just that, pushed up against your G-spot, gently grinding you toward an orgasm of your own.
He could've positioned himself at your cervix and got all nice and snug, but then he would've missed the sleepy look on your face. Eyelids hung low, mouth parted—sated, full, and still working that pussy against him, swallowing miserably around him because it hasn't cum. She will. He'll show ya he ain't useless, that he's good for somethin'.
Besides, they'll swim. He doesn't need to be lined up to hit a target. It'll be fine once you're shiverin' against him; you'll send 'em right where they need to be.
"Please don't, sir." You said, still thrusting through the zips and tapering shocks of your orgasm. Your arms are helpless, bumbling, and unresponsive.
'Sirs' nice and all, but he'd prefer 'Mister.'
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Nsfw ask could you do least to most to least likely to non-con with the overwatch men? If this ask makes any sense 😭
I think I get it!! :3 ty for the ask, I have one other I’m working on I’m just brain dead 🫶
Pairing: Male yandere(s) x Gender neutral s/o
Tw: Noncon, yandere themes, implied kidnapping?, all around unhealthy behaviors
Characters: Soldier 76, Reaper, Baptiste, Reinhardt, Baptiste, Lucio, Genji, Hanzo, Cassidy, Junkrat, Rammatra
Unlikely
♡ Baptiste: For Baptiste he needs more emotional closeness with his s/o than physical, he’s completely happy to wait until his s/o is ready.
♡ Lucio: Like Baptiste he wants an emotional connection to his s/o. Lucio is fine being in a relationship with no sexual intimacy, though he’d be completely ecstatic if you ever decided that’s something you wanted to do with him.
♡ Reinhardt: He’s a strong believer in chivalry, he wouldn’t dare try to be intimate with his s/o without their complete consent.
♡ Genji: He’d be patient in waiting for his s/o to be ready, Genji needs an emotional bond more than he requires sexual intimacy. There isn’t zero chance he wouldn’t, but more than likely he wouldn’t try anything until his s/o is ready.
♡ It really depends on which Hanzo we’re talking about. Young Hanzo would definitely, he’s brash and ambitious. Being the heir to the Shamada clan, and he’s take it as in insult if you were to do anything less that surrender yourself to him. Older Hanzo has come to peace with his past actions, and after the death of his brother he’s settled down a lot. He’d be willing to wait until you were ready, wanting it to be a meaningful experience for not only him but also his s/o.
♡ Rammatra: This one also depends on what his s/o is, varies based on if they’re an omnic or human. With an omnic s/o he’d see them as an equal, he’d be much more kind and considerate of their wants and feelings. With a human s/o they’d be more of a pet to him, he’d have no issue taking whatever he wanted from them whether or not they were willing.
♡ Junkrat: He isn’t very self aware when it comes to his obsession, he’s almost completely delusional about their relationship. To some extent he realizes you aren’t together, but he doesn’t care to let his thoughts linger on the fact. Jamison little issue with his s/o’s consent, he makes the act about them, he gets his fulfillment from it by giving rather than receiving.
♡ Soldier 76: Both prefall and current Jack would have little issue with it. He’s in a position of power, and you’re not, he’s a super soldier if he wants to he will. He’s learned not to hold onto guilt, so he won’t feel that for what he’s doing.
♡ Cassidy: He’s a very sex driven person, he can go a little while without it but he expects his s/o to give in to him eventually. His drinking is what leads to it most often, and his s/o can expect no aftercare from him once he’s done.
♡ Reaper: He’s a jealous and possessive person, even before the fall of Overwatch he has sadistic tendencies. Gabriel doesn’t need reciprocation from his s/o, not that he would enjoy it, he just doesn’t need it from them. While he’d be more rough in his Talon era it doesn’t mean he’d be much better before Overwatch’s fall.
Most Likely
♡ ♡
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Don’t worry about answering my ask super fast, I’m just happy that you answered. And I love it super detailed ❤️❤️❤️. Your last answer to my ask was really gooodddd. I liked it a lot. Especially how sadistic that Jesse is. With forcing reader to ask/depend on him on mundane things like using the bathroom and he watches it //////. Like he’s trying to reforce into reader’s head that she nothing without him. Have her become not only physically but mentally dependent on him. He’s so mean, it makes me a sensitive baby wanna cry 😭. So I have a question. How he react to a reader that instead does everything she suppose to do as a “proper wife”, cook, clean, sweet, affectionate, etc. but she’s a sensitive baby and cries (full on crying) to him “to stop being mean to me”, from all the twisted minds games he plays. Would he soften up? Or be completely unfazed?.
Hmm… I really think that Jesse would like someone that puts up a bit of a fight against him. But if the reader is already a sensitive and affectionate person from the beginning, then he would probably be softer on her anyway. She wouldn’t have to deal with him being mean often.
Jesse thinks of himself as helping the reader to “become a proper lady” and “give her life purpose.” When she first moved to the small town, she had no real sense of direction in her life but then Jesse came along and put her into a position that she needed to fill. He needed her to fill.
Their relationship would probably start off rough but slowly become normal…
I’ll make a short story for the ask, but I’ll change the reader’s demeanor to fit the scenario.
You were currently sitting on the floor of your “room”. The soft rays of morning sunshine had just barely began to peek through the bedroom window.
Yesterday, Jesse had made you clean the kitchen as he stood and watched. The day before that, he had given you a recipe to follow. He wanted you to cook dinner for him. Cooking in the kitchen would have been peaceful, but of course, he complained the whole time about how a “normal couple wouldn’t have a husband monitoring his own wife as she cooked.” He kept his peace keeper firm in his hand when you began using a knife to cut the vegetables.
He went on about trust, and how “over time your relationship would strengthen”. You had forced yourself to zone out once you felt his hands creep around your sides as you washed your hands in the kitchen sink.
But today, you’re awake before him. You know it because you haven’t heard his heavy footsteps across the hall making the short trek to your “room” yet.
He hasn’t slept in the same bed as you for a few nights now, and deep down, you hope that he doesn’t. The way that he hungrily grabs at your waist as he sleeps behind you, keeps you awake long after he’s fallen asleep.
There isn’t an alarm clock in the room with you. Jesse had removed it after claiming that you could “possibly hang yourself with the cord attached to it on the door knob.” But you still like to guess what time it is. It feels like five in the morning. But it might also be six. There’s no real way to be certain. At least not anymore.
Pulling you from your thoughts, the sound of Jesse’s footsteps are enough to send you into a paralytic shock. You contemplate if hiding under the covers is enough to make him leave you alone, even for just a few more minutes.
His footsteps draw closer and closer, becoming louder with every waking moment. And then they stop, right outside of your door. The soft beeping sound of a old keypad on the outside of the door echos through the quiet room. Then the lock turns, and Jesse enters.
“Mornin’ sunshine~” Jesse slowly drawls, sleep still obviously present in his voice. He folds his arms and leans the side of his body up against the doorframe as he stares down at your shaken form. Like a tradition, every morning he comes in your room and says good morning. If you decide not to respond or glare at him as he comes in, it predetermines how he’ll treat you for the rest of the day.
Exhaling the breath you didn’t notice you were holding, you weakly muster a response. “Good morning…” You breathe, avoiding eye contact, opting to look at the floor instead.
You watch as Jesse steps out from the doorway, allowing the door to swing and close shut. Your chance of freedom leaves you, again. Your focus shifts back to Jesse as he slowly walks towards the locked bathroom door.
“Can I use the bathroom, please?” You plead. You decide to look away from him when you ask. Saving the last amount of pride you have left.
“Of course, sweetheart” Jesse reply’s cheerfully. As though forcing you to ask to relieve yourself every day is something that brings him joy.
You scramble to stand from the cold floor once you hear him unlock the door. Moving always feels awkward when Jesse’s eyes are watching you. The stress of never making a mistake in his presence is suffocating.
Jesse steps to the side of the doorway to give you enough space to enter the bathroom. His hand is raised over you, hanging on to the top of the doorframe. It always feels like his large form takes up all the space in a room, until there’s no where else for you to go but in a corner. Trapped and afraid.
For a moment, you think to yourself that maybe, just maybe, Jesse would step away. Give you a chance to use the bathroom alone. Treat you like a decent human being for once, but he doesn’t bat an eye as you begin pulling down your pants. He never looks away when you reach for toilet paper and he always seems to pay more attention when you rise from the toilet to pull up your pants. Throughout the entire ordeal, you try your hardest to never look in his direction.
When you’re done getting ready for the day, Jesse then leads you downstairs to the kitchen. You notice how he always has you walk in front of him, never trusting you to be out of his sight.
“I want you to make our breakfast today…” he says while reaching into the refrigerator and pulling out a container of eggs. You watch, attentively, as he sits multiple ingredients onto the counter. Once finished, he quickly walks toward the dining table and drags a chair into the corner of the kitchen, folding his arms as he leans against the wall.
There are enough ingredients to make pancakes, scrambled eggs and sausage, you think to yourself. Grabbing a pan and a stick of butter from the array of ingredients lining the counter, you begin cooking breakfast.
Cooking has been the only thing that Jesse has allowed you to do on your own. It’s the only thing left of your past life. You can’t help but think to yourself that maybe…you can make this new living situation work to your benefit.
Pouring the fresh pancake batter in small circles on the stove, you think about how you don’t have to work a job. Or pay bills or worry about taxes. Jesse handles all of that for you. He keeps a roof over your head. He keeps you clothed and fed. You think of how this new life may get easier for you as time moves on.
Paying full attention to the pancakes cooking on the stove I front of you, you reach for the container of eggs on the other side of the counter.
But it happened so quickly…
How could you have been so clumsy?
You lost your grip on an egg, forced to watch helplessly as it hits the floor behind you. Through the long silence, you hear Jesse click his teeth as he begins to stand from his chair.
Moving closer to your form, he reaches across the stove and turns off the eye you were using. Grabbing the hot pan of pancakes, he removes them from the heat and sits it on an unused eye.
By analyzing Jesse’s harsh movements, you can already tell how angry he is. He doesn’t even have to say anything. All you can do is wait quietly for his next move.
But hadn’t you been good? You’d done everything he has asked of you without putting up a fight. You’ve been a “perfect wife”… just like he wanted. So why, why was he so angry with you all the time?
“I’m sorry” is all you manage to utter. “I didn’t mean to waste an egg, I just, you know, I was so focused on not burning the pancakes that I-
Hastily, you rush to grab some paper towels. “I can clean it up no problem, see?” Bending down to your hands and knees, you start grabbing at the scattered egg shell pieces and the egg yolk.
Tears are flowing out of your eyes endlessly. It makes it hard for you to see, forcing you to scramble across the counter looking for the sink to drop the egg shells in. You haven’t heard Jesse say anything yet, his massive form looming over you as you continue to clean up the mess you’ve made.
This was the first time Jesse had seen you cry. You looked so… eager, to please him. He watched as you tediously scrubbed the floor once again. You feel Jesse’s strong hand grab the underside of your arm and pull you to stand.
“You just made a mess, that’s all… Right?” Jesse reassured. “It can be cleaned up and you can get right back to making breakfast.”
You felt Jesse’s large hand rest against your cheek as he used his thumb to wipe away your tears. He pulled your body into his embrace and kept you in a tight standing hug.
Jesse’s previous irritation had vanished faster than it arrived. You had expected him to berate you about wasting food. Or hit you and drag you back to your room for wasting his hard earned money on an egg you could carelessly drop.
But he didn’t.
#yandere overwatch#overwatch#jesse mccree#x reader#jesse x reader#Cain#cole cassidy#overwatch cole cassidy#yandere x reader#cowboy#tw yandere#tw kidnapping#tw: brainwashing#tw abuse
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Rules and things I write for! <3
Rules:
Will do:
•Smut
•Headcannons
•fluff
•horror
•yandere writes
•Kinks
Won't do:
•Inc3st
•R@pe
•SA
•Gross things in general
•NO FOUL KINKS.
Things I write for:
•WWE:
Rhea Ripley, The undertaker, kane, Roman Reigns + others (depending on who)
•Somethings wrong with sunny day jack:
Jack, Shaun, Ian(?), Joseph, Nick.
•Slashers:
Michael Myers, Thomas hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, johnny slaughter + sissy, Vilmer slaughter, Jason Vorhees, Brahms heelshire, Billy Lenz, Billy and Stu, chucky(?), Freddy Krueger (?), Rusty nail, + others depending on who!
•Overwatch:
Mauga, Cole Cassidy, Hanzo, Genji, + others just name who!
•The Mandela Catalogue: (no smut!)
Cesar Torres, Mark heathcliff, Adam Murray, Jonah Marshall, Gabriel(?), intruder(?), Thatcher + others
•Boyfriend to death
Strade, Ren, Sano, Lawrence, + others (new to the btd fandom at the moment!)
•Lurking for love:
Ovi just Jacob lol
•yandere visual novel characters:
John Doe, Peter, my dear hatchet man, Tate frost, Elias Gallagher and Taylor, dachabo, + more depending on who!
(Please respect my wishes for asks! I will try and write for as many asks as I can so please be patient!)
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AEW Yandere Masterlist
Men-
Kenny Omega:
Basic Headcanons
A bird caught in a net
Nick Jackson
Basic Headcanons
Nick and Hangman share you
Nick and Matt share you
Punishments with Nick
Nick and Matt fight over you
I don’t like hurting you
Crazy
Matt Jackson
Basic Headcanons
He shows you how much he loves you
Nick and Matt share you
Shiny
Secrets are meant to be spelled Masterlist
Matt and Nick fight over you
Babydoll
Tony Khan
Basic Headcanons
Jeff Hardy
Basic Headcanons
Soulmates
Hangman Adam Page
Basic Headcanons
Nick and Hangman share you
Malakai Black
Basic Headcanons
You run away
Being the House of Blacks darling
Wardlow
Basic Headcanons
Jon Moxley/Dean Ambrose
The shield Headcanons
Basic Headcanons
BBC Headcanons
When you run away from the shield
Being Eddie and Moxley’s darling(male reader)
Pretty little housewife
Being Moxley and Renee’s darling
You will have a merry Christmas(The Shield)
When you give in(Shield)
William Regal
BBC Yandere Headcanons
Bryan Danielson
BBC Yandere Headcanons
General Headcanons
Wheeler Yuta
BBC Yandere Headcanons
Basic Headcanons
So close, yet so far
Punishment with Yuta
Title
MJF
Basic Headcanons
Comfort
Christian Cage
Basic Headcanons
Christian and Edge share you
Heel Christian
Christian and Jungle boy fight over you
Cash Wheeler
Nice guy Headcanons
General Headcanons
Butterfly
soulmates
FTR shares a darling
Danhausen
General Headcanons
Royalty
Hook
General Headcanons
Snug as a bug
Buddy Mathews:
Being the house of blacks darling
Chuck Taylor
General Headcanons
Locked up safe
Ricky Starks
General Headcanons
Eddie Kingston
Being Eddie and Moxley’s darling(male reader)
General Headcanons
him? Oh, he’s gone
Drabble
Adam Cole
Basic Headcanons
I’ve always wanted to taste you
Orange Cassidy
Basic Headcanons
Darby Allin:
General Headcanons
Jungle Boy:
General Headcanons
Jungle boy and Christian fight over you
Brandon Cutler:
General Headcanons
Dax Harwood:
Falls for a mom!reader
FTR shares a darling
Claudio:
General Headcanons
Brodie King:
Being the house of blacks darling
CM Punk:
General Headcanons
Pac:
General Headcanons
Kip Sabina:
Being Kip and Penelope’s darling
Kyle O’Reilly
General Headcanons
Women-
Ruby Soho
General Headcanons
Kris Statlander
General Headcanons
Britt Baker:
General Headcanons
Jade Cargill:
General Headcanons
Renee:
Being Moxley and Renee’s darling
Penelope Ford:
#aew#fanfiction#request#wwe#kenny omega#tony khan#aew headcannon#tony khan x reader#hangman adam page#finn ballor#Seth Rollins#masterlist#Yandere#yandere masterlist
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I read about a Yandere cowboy. Jesse McCree/Cole Cassidy/whatever-his-name-is.
Man I have not done overwatch in a very very long time, I forgot about the game/fandom honestly. I used to be such a big nerd about it too, now it's like "Huh? oh yeah that was a thing..."
-Mommabean
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Watching Over (Platonic!Yandere Overwatch x Reader)
-Firstly, congratulations on managing to get an entire organization to be a yandere for you! The cost of that will total up to approximately... no more privacy or free time- ever!
-Overall, you’ll likely never get to go outside alone again, and if you do, it’s because you’re running away at breakneck speed, hoping to anything and everything that you won’t get caught.
-You’ll always be taken care of, whether you want it or not, and you’re also held to stringent rules- the main one being that talking to people outside of Overwatch is just plain dangerous- don’t do it.
-That being said, it seems worthwhile to discuss just what you may end up needing to deal with from each of the members!
-Winston! This scientist is the one desperately trying to explain to you just why it’s such a bad idea to go against the group. Given his polite temperament, he’s often the one explaining things when the others get too frustrated. He’s manipulative and isn’t afraid of making you feel bad about trying to run away again. Why won’t you just cooperate?
-Cole Cassidy is a smooth talking, big brother type. He’s the one who comes off as more fun-loving than the rest of them, and he and Lucio will always be there to try and make things seem normal or even pleasant, despite how far that is from the truth. He’ll likely be one of the few you think you can actually talk to- and for some reason, people always seem to know what you two were talking about...
-Brigitte is the enforcer of the bunch. She is the one handing out punishments, and she’s as stubborn as they come. Brigitte will always be there to smack you down if you try to rebel or escape. That being said, she’ll always have a kind word for you as long as you behave. So in the end, it’s your decision whether she’ll be using the flail or a hug.
-Tracer- Tracer is the most energetic of the group, and as much as Lucio and Cole keep you feeling happy and like things are normal, Tracer helps to distract you from everything. Whether that be running you for hours, or just talking your ear off constantly, she’ll keep you complacent because you won’t have any energy to even consider the idea of running away; and well, if you do try, she can hunt you down with no problem.
-Lucio, along with Cole, are the closest you’ll get to normalcy. Lucio is the type to not really be demanding, and nights with him are usually quite relaxed and consist of listening to some music, maybe watching some movies, and swapping old stories with each other. Lucio, however, is the only person who will keep what you say a secret- as much as he cares about everyone else, so long as the information doesn’t regard them, it’s a safe secret with him.
-Genji always knows. He’s the one keeping an eye out over everything- and he knows who you see, what you do, all of it. He tends to be more of an observer, rather than an engager, and he’s the reason that everyone seems to know anything and everything you’re doing in your life, no matter how hard you try to hide it. That being said, he’s not afraid to stop you if you try to rebel or escape- and it only takes one time of seeing his wrath to never want to see it again.
-Reinhardt is the base grandpa, and now he’s your grandpa too. He’ll always be there to keep you safe, and he’s also always there to share a story. He helps to hold things together by doing his best to make you feel safe- and most of the time, it’s quite successful. It’s hard not to feel safe when a giant man dressed in tech armor with a massive hammer is ready to defend you. However, he doesn’t understand personal space, and will end up sitting in your room while you sleep, keeping guard.
-Mei is always concerned. No matter what, she’s always there, making sure your alright. Stub your toe? She’ll put your foot in a cast and cover it with a hand-knitted foot warmer. Are you cold? She’ll get you a coat just like hers so that you can both match! Feeling insecure? She’s always there to help you feel better, and will relentlessly hype you up, whether you asked or not. Feeling like you want some independence and want control of your own life? She’ll put that thought on ice...
-Mercy acts like a parent. She’ll never let you stay up past her bedtime, she’s always there when you cause trouble, and she’s always in the room when punishments are being handed out. And then, afterwards, she’ll chide you while patching you up, manipulating you emotionally for daring to go against the “few” guidelines Overwatch had laid out. Next time, you need to learn how to behave properly.
-Echo is always adapting, and she’ll adapt for you too. She’ll become whatever you need her to be, and she’ll act much like a friendly sibling. She’s one of the few that you might have a shot at returning some affection towards, because she’s probably the most subdued yandere here. She’ll never fight, she’ll never yell, and she’ll never lie to you. She’s also your only lifeline to the outside world, and will keep you up to date on what’s going on around you- but please don’t hurt her feelings; everyone else would be mad if you dared to.
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🥀 Yandere Deadlock Cassidy Headcanons
Smooth-talking pretty boy with aim that the New West has never seen the likes of before, Cole Cassidy had made a name for himself at a young age. Though much of his fame is from his pure talents, make no mistake in thinking that Cole isn’t a smart man. Often he plays the dumb cowboy role and it fools many an ignorant man. But he knows his strengths and just how to play them.
At first glance, you get what you see with this guy. He wears his heart on his sleeve and lets himself be known to the rest of the world fearlessly. That isn’t to say he doesn’t have his secrets, however. There are cards that he plays close to his chest and he uses them wisely.
As the Deadeye, he’s known for his keen sight, and this applies to more than just his aim. Reading people and surveying his surroundings comes naturally to him. He does it in his sleep. He’s untouchable in every sense of the word.
But everyone loves the guy. Well, most the townsfolk do. He steals from the rich and gives to the poor, fancies himself a modern robin hood. If need be, he can coax the big players, too. He’s the kind of guy you can sit down and have a beer with. He’s good at playing both sides of the fence, but prefers more humble company.
He takes pride in adding notches onto his bedpost, and when he sees you, that’s just what he intended for you to be. But he quickly realized he felt something more. He could see himself becoming an honest man for you, giving up his criminal ways to grow old with you out in the pastures of the New West.
Cassidy is a chivalrous yandere. Definitely the knight in shining armor kind of guy. Anyone wants to try something with you, they’ll soon regret it. Honestly, the only fools dumb enough to challenge him had it coming to them anyway. He’ll try to find any excuse he can to put on some sort of dramatic display of his love for you, often through violence. He can’t help it, he’s an outlaw.
Of course, he does have a sweet side. He showers you with gifts, compliments, pet names. Unless you’re completely oblivious, you can tell when he likes you. He’ll pay close attention to all the times you mention having an interest in something. Before you know it, it’s yours. Wrapped with a bow and everything.
Everyone knows he’s sweet on you. Ashe used to tease him about it in an attempt to dampen his flourishing feelings, but it had the opposite effect. He’s giddy as a schoolgirl at the mention of your name and he often brags about having the prettiest darling wrapped around his finger.
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Hello, it's 🍀 anon, can I get a base concept of Cassidy, just him
Sure! Here you go!
Yandere! Cole Cassidy Concept
Pairing: Romantic/Platonic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Overprotective behavior, Jealousy, Violence, Murder mentioned but doesn't happen, Kidnapping, Somewhat lucid yandere, Dubious/Forced relationship.
Cole Cassidy is a drifter, a vigilante who left Overwatch after the infighting between Overwatch and Blackwatch.
He lays low but stops problems when he can.
You two no doubt met by chance.
Maybe you met at a bar... maybe he saved you from a Talon/Null Sector attack.
He comes off as very charming.
He's easy to talk to and be around, perhaps even a bit of a flirt.
He is a vigilante doing work to atone for the crimes he's done, both in the Deadlock gang and Blackwatch.
You have no clue of his past, which allows you to trust him more.
I feel Cassidy tries to do the right thing for the most part.
Especially when dealing with you.
Cassidy is charming no matter his intentions but he is more flirtatious in the romantic sense, obviously.
He feels he and his obsession have good chemistry when you start talking, he doesn't want to mess that up.
That doesn't stop his stranger behavior though.
Since this is a general concept there isn't much plot, I'll just talk about his behavior.
Cassidy would stalk you from afar.
He sees it more as "watching over you" like a heroic vigilante, but it's obvious what he's doing.
You don't need protecting in your own home... do you?
He really doesn't need to watch you through your window...
Yet he still does.
Anything can happen, right?
That's what he tells himself-
Cassidy probably tries to rationalize his obsession and creepy behavior.
Part of him most likely knows it's bad but he really does try to ignore that.
Cassidy would no doubt give you gifts.
They can be small or elaborate, he likes showing he cares.
Cassidy is someone who'd be jealous.
He borders on possessive but ends up masking it as him being concerned for your safety.
Cassidy is capable of killing and using violence when it comes to isolating his obsession.
In fact he's even capable of kidnapping.
He just... prefers not to.
He wants to keep your bond as genuine as possible.
Those ideas pop into his mind at times... but he does his best to ignore them.
Somebody like you doesn't deserve him being all creepy.
Cassidy is more someone who slowly manipulates you to himself.
Yet if pushed... he may snap and take you away.
He'd tie you up with a rope and take you home if he had to.
Hopefully... such a thing won't happen.
He wants to atone for his past but his fascination with you certainly makes it difficult.
He tries his best to get over it, to fix himself.
Yet he finds himself drawn back to you.
Cassidy would be both the verbal and physically affectionate type.
He compliments and praises you.
If you allow physical affection then he takes hugs, an arm around your shoulder...
Or if you're more intimate, an arm around the waist and perhaps even a kiss or two.
He prioritizes making you feel wanted in his obsession.
He may try to smother his feelings... yet they always bubble up when he sees you.
Soon, after holding himself back, he may not last much longer.
Soon he may just decide to take what he wants...
Even if it includes force.
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𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
Genji Shimada・❥・
One/Two Shots ::
Do you wanna know a secret?
Genji’s pet (smut)
Headcanons ::
Dating Genji Shimada
Yandere Young Genji
Hanzo Shimada・❥・
One/Two Shots ::
Confession
Headcanons ::
Hanzo with partner who owns stuffies
Cole Cassidy・❥・
One/Two Shots ::
Love Language
Headcanons ::
Nothing here yet.
Ramattra・❥・
One/Two Shots ::
Rough (smut)
Give him a ride (smut)
Headcanons ::
Sickness
Lifeweaver / Niran Pruksamanee・❥・
One/Two Shots ::
Little Distractions
Love letter
Unexpected meeting
Loneliness
Warming up (smut)
Headcanons ::
Lifeweaver NSFW Alphabet Headcanons
Mauga Malosi・❥・
One/Two Shots ::
Both Hearts Pumping (smut)
Headcanons ::
Mauga with chubby partner
Mutliheadcanons・❥・
Panic attack [1] [2]
Overwatch Halloween headcanons
Rainy weather
You're such a tease (nsfw)
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FANDOMS, CHARACTERS, HEADCANNONS, ONE SHOT, FANFICS, RULES & STUFF
Hello! Sorry if this is messy, I just wanted to lay down some ground rules! If you have any questions or asks, then feel free to let me know!
ALSO, KEEP IN MIND, I HAVE ADHD, AND I OFTEN FORGET SOCIAL MEDIA EXISTS, AND MAY DISAPPEAR RANDOMLY. IF YOU DECIDE TO REQUEST SOMETHING, PLEASE UNDERSTAND, IT MAY TAKE ME A LONG WHILE, I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE!!
Undertale/Deltarune
Sans
Papyrus
Alphys
Undyne
Temmie (PLATONIC ONLY)
Muffet
Toriel (PLATONIC ONLY)
Asgore (PLATONIC ONLY)
Mettaton
Napstablook (PLATONIC ONLY)
Flowey (PLATONIC ONLY)
Frisk and Chara (PLATONIC ONLY)
Annoying dog/toby (PLATONIC ONLY)
Kris
Susie
Ralsei
Lancer (PLATONIC ONLY)
Noelle
Birdly
Roulx Kard
Seam
Jevil
Queen
Swatch
Spamton
Tasque Manager
The Addisions
Dream Daddy
Robert
Damien
Craig
Hugo
Mat
Amanda (PLATONIC ONLY)
Detroit become human
Ralph
Connor
RK900
Markus
Gavin
North
Stardew Valley
Literally all of the bachelors
Penny
Abigail
Resident Evil Village
Alcina Demitrescu
Karl Heisenberg
Donna Beneviento
Overwatch
Hanzo Shimada
Genji Shimada
Cole Cassidy (Mcree)
Gabriel Reyes (Reaper)
Lucio Correia Dos Santos
Mei
Hana Song (D.Va)
Ashe
Lena Oxtan (Tracer)
Bastion (ONLY PLATONIC)
Jack Morrison (Soldier 76)
My Hero Academia
Katsuki Bakugou
Shoto Todoroki
Izuku Midoriya
Tenya Iida
Denki Kaminari
Ejirou Kirishima
Ochako Uraraka
Tamaki Amajiki
Togata Mirio
Toga Himiko
Mina Ashido
Shota Aizawa
Eri (PLATONIC ONLY)
Ouran Highschool Host Club
Tamaki
Kyoya
Hikarou
Haruhi
Kaoru
Mori
Honey (PLATONIC ONLY)
Seven deadly sins
Ban
King
Gowther
Diane
Gilthunder
Meliodis
Merlin
Dereri
Escannor
Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun
Hanako-Kun
Yashiro
Mistuba
Kou
Tsukagimori
Tsukasa
Aoi Akane (the time keeper)
DeathNote
Mello
L
Light
Misa
Mitsuba
Near (PLATONIC ONLY)
Seduce me the Otome
James
Erik
Sam
Matthew
Damien
Malik
Diana
Harry Potter
Harry Potter
Ronald Weasley
Hermione Granger
Draco Malfoy
Professor Snape
Tom Riddle
FNAF Security Breach (ALL PLATONIC ONLY)
Sunrise/Moondrop
Glamrock Freddy
Montgomery Gator
Glamrock Chica
Roxanne Wolf
DJ Music Man/tiny music man
Wet floor sign bots
Map bot
LotR/Hobbit
Bilbo
Thorin
Tauriel
Thranduil
Legolas
Sam-Wise
Mary
Pip
Aragorn
Gimli
Fili
Kili
Bard
Gladriel
Arwen
TMNT 2012
Donatello
Raphael
Leonardo
Mikey
Splinter (PLATONIC ONLY)
ROTTMNT
Donatello
Raphael
Leonardo
Mikey
April O'Neil
Big Mama
TMNT Bayverse
Leo
Raph
Donnie
Mikey
April
Vern
Mr. Sacks
Casey Jones
Hellboy (2004-2008)
Hellboy
Abe Sapien
John Myers
Johann Krauss
Liz Sherman
Prince Nadja
Princess Nuala
✨Lego Monkie Kid✨
MK
Mei
Red Son
Tang
Sun Wukong
Macaque
Ao Lie
Azure Lion
Spider Queen
✨Sparkles✨ mean I'm currently hyperfixating on this topic at the moment and will have a higher chance of writing for this/these one('s)
While these are not all the fandoms I'm in, these are the ones I'm most comfortable with writing about
Some rules:
I may or may not write smut? I'm not sure since I haven't really done it, but I will NOT write smut for characters under the age of 21
I won't write anything that has to do with the reader being super OP or being half of like, literally everything
When it comes to Y/N being an anthropomorphic animal/human or half of that, if stuff like that is canon in the fandom, then I'll write it (like a half human half monster for Undertale, or a Cat person for TMNT) but if stuff like that just doesn't exist in that world, then I most likely won't write it
I won't write a character being a racist, rapist, homophobic, transphobic or anything like that, those things are fucked up and aren't ok and that character I may write, might be someone else's comfort character and I don't want to ruin a character for someone
I won't write a character as being an abuser, sure, I could say they where abused some way in the past if it is relevant to the fic, but I will not write a character being an abuser themselves, that's just not right
I won't write yandere characters, it just feels to toxic to me to have someone be THAT possessive of someone
If a character is canonically underage, I will not age them up, if a reader or character is being romantically shipped with the underage character, the reader/character must and will be underage as well
(Keep in mind I might add rules or change certain rules)
I can do:
LGBTQ+(THIS ABSOLUTELY INCLUDES ASEXUAL AND AROMANTIC)
Any gender for reader, if not specified, I shall do gender neutral
I will write angst and mental health related topics of asked
I will absolutely 100% write a character or reader with ADHD and other neurodiversities
I can do shipping fanfics! Although, it depends on the characters, but I may be able to write it, even if I don't entirely agree with the ship! AS LONG as it is not anything like AbuserXvictim or MinorXadult or anything like that.
As a writer, I hope that I may advance in my writing skills, as well as have fun with what I write, so, I ask as many requests as your heart's desire!
Remember, I have every right as a writer to deny a request if I'm not comfortable with writing it.
HAVE A GREAT DAY YOU BEAUTIFUL/HANDSOME BITCHES, BROS AND BO BURNHAM HOES! (See what I did there?)
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How is a domestic life with yandere dilf Jesse McCree (from the Trouble story au)
I’m so sorry… this ask has been invisible in my ask box for some reason?!?!? I haven’t seen it and I don’t know how long I made u wait so I’m gonna give u the best response I can make. It’s gonna be super detailed and everything~❤️❤️❤️
The reader wouldn’t be allowed to leave Jesse’s bedroom in the beginning. Jesse would have already “wife” proofed the room making every precaution to make sure there is no possible way for her to get hurt trying to run away. Windows would be nailed shut and all possible weapons would be kept out of reach.
Jesse would never let his “wife” out of his sight. He would keep everything that she needs away from her and force her to beg him to do everything for her. “Jesse… I really gotta use the bathroom…” And I can see Jesse smoking a cigar standing next to the window. He wouldn’t even look at her but he’d respond with a serious edge in his voice. “Now that’s no way to ask sweetheart.” Of course she would be take back at first, scrambling her mind for another way to ask but still saving her pride. “Can I use the bathroom…please?” She’d ask looking at the bedroom floor. Jesse would then smirk and walk to unlock the bathroom door. He’d stand in the doorway to watch of course…
Jesse definitely has the idea that he would have to “break” his “wife” like a person would do a horse. He’d want to get rid of all the fight she has in her and then make her depend on him. The bedroom she’s locked in wouldn’t have a tv or anything except for a bed and dresser. So his “wife” would mostly sleep to pass the time.
When Jesse is away for a long time, he’d lock her in the bathroom and leave a blanket and pillow in the shower. There wouldn’t be a mirror in the bathroom or anything under the sink.
After she begins to show signs of pregnancy (no baby bump yet tho), he’d begin feeding her more and giving her more attention. Jesse would begin sleeping in the same bed as her and start taking care of her appearance. He’d say misogynistic things like “A husband should be able to come home and see his wife in a nice dress~. I can see him standing behind her in the hallway mirror with his hands wrapped around her waist. He’d tell her exactly how he wants her hair and clothes kept. But… she’s not allowed to wear underwear, for easy access.
Jesse would sometimes go out for drinks, meaning that a few stray days out of the month he’d come home drunk. There will definitely be nights where Jesse wanders up the stairs looking for his “wife” for a little bit of relief.
A/N: (imma call the reader “you” now for a bit of added spice…)
You’d be asleep and then randomly have the sheets thrown off of your body and feel the weight of Jesse above you. Jesse would press into your shoulders and lay the side of his peacekeeper on your middle of your back and slur out “your gonna be real nice for me or you’re not gonna like what happens next…” You’d hear the buckle to his pants get thrown on the floor. Because he’s still drunk, his movements would be erratic and wild. Your hands would be covering your mouth to suppress any sounds as he’s forcing himself inside you. I can see calling his “wife” a bitch and saying dirty things in her ear that he wouldn’t say when he’s sober. Jesse would then fall asleep on top of you. Due to his time in Blackwatch, he’d be a super light sleeper so it would be best for you to try not to move or make any sounds.
When he’d wake up in the morning, he’d seem like a totally different person. He’d be cheerful but still holding you captive. His demeanor would be less of a killer and more like someone that wants to pretend that what he’s doing is normal. He’d be washing his face in the bathroom the next day like nothing happened the night before.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this!!! And don’t forget that my ask box is open!!!
#jesse mccree x reader#overwatch mccree#tw noncon#tw kidnapping#cole cassidy#jesse x reader#x reader#f reader#yandere overwatch#yandere x reader#tw yandere
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Can you do a Ficlit or HCs for Genji, Lucio, McCree & your choice where they have an S/O thats very clingy & yandere but they don't love them, they love the reader, who's cute & calm.
Gunna do headcanons for these hope you don’t mind (Icouldn’t decide a my pick OOPS)
Having an s/o whois clingy and they start to fall for another
Genji
-If this was back in his young playboy days, hewould’ve ditched the clingy s/o by now
-But part of him doesn’t have the heart to reallycall it off from the s/o
-When he met the other person, he felt a sparkthat he hadn’t felt in a long time (not even with his s/o)
-If he wanted to move on, he would have to do itin a way that wouldn’t upset his s/o
-Given their attitude when they started to noticethat he was getting close to the other person, he would have to do it quicklybefore it go out of hand
Lucio
-The clingy personality didn’t really go noticeduntil he saw a few of his fans begin to step off once his s/o stepped into theroom
-He understood it in the way that they wereworried about him finding someone else, but no matter how much he assured them,they still held their guard
-When he met the other person he saw a passioninside of them that he wanted to know more
-The impact was so grand he found his motivationto write new music flowing in a lot more frequently and meaningful
-Although it was great, his heart was strugglingto leave the s/o (knowing that it would break them if he left them like theyexpected)
Cassidy
-He realizes very early on when he has an s/othat starts to get a little too possessive of him
-Would tease them a little of easing a bit butthe subject seemed way too sensitive for the s/o
-It almost started to drag him down a bit whentheir clingy personality got way out of hand
-That was how he met the other person, they werecute as a button and they were very to themselves (he wanted to talk to thembut his s/o would go right inbetween them)
- Cole knows when somebody has to go, unlike theother boys he knows when to put his foot down and tell his s/o that it wasworking out
#overwatch#overwatch headcanons#overwatch imagines#genji#genji shimada#lucio#lucio correia dos santos#only a shimada can control these tags#cole cassidy
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