#mccree smut

[heisendaddysimpswritings]

『Heat, Hunger and Desire』

summary: you and cole spend a hot summer day in your little home, not expecting the heat to take over both of your minds

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pairing: Cole Cassidy x fem!Reader

type: nsfw | one-shot

tw: smut, daddy kink, oral (m receiving), biting kink, cas being a little dip shit

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"Shit, 's so hot!"

Your boyfriend let himself fall down on the couch, sipping every last bit of the cold delicious water out of his glass, pouting when it got empty quicker than he wanted it to.

"With pointing out the obvious the heat won't dissappear, Cole..."

"Shut yer mouth. 's too hot for ya comments."

You chuckled. Normally he'd say something back and make fun of you but the heat seemed to even knock his brain out, not only his body. Speaking of later, you couldn't help but stare the whole time at his chest and the outlines of his dick in boxers. It was surely a sight to see Cole almost completely naked. And even though you were turned on by the sight the heat took all your energy away to do anything.

What you didn't noticed though were his own eyes lingering on the curves and features of your body. Only the sight of your bra-less breasts in that tight tanktop of yours and your thighs getting sqeeuzed by your shorts made him already rock hard. Despite the heat his appetite for you didn't disappear. Cassidy swallowed hard as he watched you lean forwards to grab your glass, your breasts jiggling with the motion of your body.

Oh how he'd love to rip that shirt and shorts of yours apart and ravish you right there on the couch. Bending you over one of the arm rests and pound his cock into your tight hole. But the sudden growling of your stomach snatched him out of his sinful thoughts.

" 's something? Ya hungry?"

You nodded.

"Haven't eaten anything since breakfast and that was a couple of many hours ago."

"I’m hard and yer hungry, which ya think's more important right now?"

You were taken by surprise as he spoke those words.

"My hunger, Cole, to be honest with you-"

"Incorrect, the right answer's my cock. Let’s kill two birds with one stone."

Your yelp as you felt his hands reach for your hips and heaved you up onto his lap, his hard cock pressing against your core, almost sounded like a moan.

"Atta girl."

You blushed at his words. Both of you knew how much Cassidy loved it when you're vocal and let him hear how much you're enjoying what he's doing.

As you looked at him you couldn't help but get turned on by the lust that had taken over his eyes and the cocky smirk plastering his face.

Another moan escaped your throat as you felt him moving your hips over his, his cock rubbing delicately over your clothed private parts.

"Such a good girl. Let daddy hear how much ya enjoying his cock."

You felt your knees getting weak and your core becoming even more wet as you heard him say those words. He exactly knew how to make you putty in his hands. Speaking of hands, another, this time louder, moan erupted from you when his hands got under your top and trailed upward to your breasts to pinch hard on your nipples.

"Fuck, ya sound so adorable!"

You couldn't help but rock your hips against his when you felt his dick twitch in his boxers. A, this time loud as fuck, moan left your throat when Cassidy started to thrust himself into you, dry humping the two of you, making both of you just even more needy and desperate for each other.

"Please, no teasing. Please! Just fuck me already!"

Sobbing you buried your face into the crook of his neck as you spoke those words.

"Shit, daddy just can't resist when his girl begs him like that!"

With one swift movement he had the both of you undressed, putting you down onto the floor to rest between his legs, his rock hard dick now being only a few centimetres aways from your face. The sight of precum dripping down his shaft and the smell of arousal turned you on even more. Cassidy didn't even need to say anything when you started to give the head of his cock kitten licks, drawing hot breathy moans from his lips.

"God, my girl knows exactly what daddy wants, gotta reward her for that."

Hearing those words made you eager for what he'll give you, finally taking his dick into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down. Your hands wandered up to his balls, giving them a few tight squeezes before deep throating him, almost making yourself gag from the sudden intrusion in your throat. As you did so you could hear a low growl come from Cassidy, encouraging your doings.

But before you could continue giving him head, his hand found it's way onto your scalp, taking a fist full of your hair in his hand and pulling on it to make you look up to him.

As you looked him in the eyes you noticed a almost feral look has taken over his normally smug features, seemingly you riled him up enough for him to change his default expression.

"Be a good girl and sit on daddys cock, will ya?"

He didn't have to tell you twice before you practically jumped up and got into his lap, the tip of his dick grazing your wet core before you sank down onto it, his thickness spreading your tight hole, making you feel like he's going to split you in half. You moaned as his tip reached the deepest spot of your insides, but so did he.

Cassidy didn't give you any time to accommodate to the slightly painful feeling of him inside you, slamming his cock in and out of your tight hole at a brutal pace.

You felt your walls clamping down onto Cassidys cock, it twitching inside of you from the sudden tightness.

"God, yer cunt's so tight."

You yelped in pain when Cassidy sunk his teeth into your shoulder, drawing blood from the small wound he had left there, licking over it as if to say sorry. But even so you couldn't deny it being hot as fuck and getting you closer to your climax.

"Cole, I'm getting close!"

"So am I pumpkin. Hold on a lil' longer, will ya? Then we'll come together."

You nodded frantically. You loved when the two of you came together in unison, when his hot load fills up your hole while your own climax rushes through your body.

Cassidys thrusts became sloppier and irregular, the steady rhythm he had going on quickly fading away. All he had in mind was making you come so he can feel your walls milking him as he shoots his load inside of you.

Suddenly his feet slipped on the hard wooden floor making him slip down a bit, his dick suddenly taking a new position inside of your pussy, hitting a, unkown to you both, new spot inside of you, making your come in an instant, your fluids gushing out of you and all over his private parts and lap as your screamed out his name. For Cassidy it only needed another sloppy thurts before he reached his climax, his own cum painting your spasming walls white, mixing with your fluids on his lap.

The only thing that can be heard now where the irratic breaths of both of you, your chests heaving up and down, trying to catch your breaths as you two came down from your highs.

"Fuck babe, ya felt so good."

You let yourself fall forward onto his chest, your hands snaking around his neck.

"We should go showering."

"Only a few minutes of cuddling, please."

A low chuckle could be heard from Cassidy as his own hands found a way into your own body, pressing you closer to himself. Without noticing a tiredness overcame you and let you drift off to sleep.

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『Tags』

#overwatch 2 #overwatch #ow2 #jesse mccree #cole cassidy #overwatch smut #cole cassidy x reader #jesse mccree x reader #mccree smut #cassidy smut

[joelsbodypillow]

broken hearts club

[Authors note: idk what I’m doing this is just a random one shot I wrote so it may not be good lol]

warnings here: smutty, cursing, creampie?, Angst

pair: Mccree x reader

It was a cold scene, you were walking back home since your Uber didn’t come as they were supposed to. You were a confident person some people even say intimidating and you hate when your time was being wasted. As you were walking through the snowy pale neighborhood a few light posts lighting up the white street you were mildly scared being out alone at this time of day but you were on a mission to get back to your cozy warm bed and kitten star ‘shit’ you mentally cursed at yourself you forgot to feed him sighing to yourself you walked in defeat the house was two blocks down you considered running the rest of the block but you declined as you opened your door there was a tall figure on the hallway

you squealed loudly enough for the man to look over to you it was your boyfriend Cassidy “shit Cole you almost gave me a heart attack!” You kicked off your wet boots on a nearby shoe rack “didn’t think your partner would get here so soon” He spoke as he stood up lighting a cigar “babe you should stop smoking” he ignored the comment and went to the back porch. You started to get mad Cass has been ignoring you the past few days and your fed up but you let it go for today he was working his ass off this week so you understood to an extent he still treated it like you weren’t even there but you couldn’t hold it in. You thought about the consequences but it didn’t matter as you opened the sliding door a wave of Tobacco hit you

“babe we need to talk.” You spoke as his honey brown eyes trailed over your frame he backed off the wooden railing and stepped over to you “y.you have been treating me different lately and I don’t like it” your gulped as he stood over you “you want to be treated fairly I’m gonna treat you fairly. Get on the railing” he bent your body over the railing his words cold and unwelcoming he tugged ur pants down and played with the fabric white with a red bow it was childish, but he said it made you look innocent “I paid a lot for these damn panties just for them to get ripped up. What a shame”

he looked down at your wet sex “already wet, such a whore” he said in a pitying tone you hated it but loved it at the same time it was humiliating. He pulled the white fabric down stretching the couture his sweatpants not even trying to hide the boner he had you didn’t even notice he was inside of you until the first thrust “Gah~ m.Mccre.e too big” you whined but he didn’t listen he kept assaulting your cunt repeatedly, he groaned loudly, he was close you were already at your high “Oh God.d Mc.cree i-I’m coming!” You moaned “fuck~ yeah keep moaning like that so everyone can know I’m fucking ya’ this good” he encouraged “sh.it Baby I can’t Gah!” His eyes widened with pleasure as he pumped silky white strings of love into you. He looked down huffing at his new piece of art drooling out of you he smirked looking at how he tamed you so easily “let’s clean you up baby” he whispered in your ear “y.yes Mccree” you answered still panting like a bitch in heat.

So this was my first ever fanfic I was just bored honestly hope ya liked

#mccree x reader #jesse mccree #mccree smut #overwatch mccree #mccree fanfic #Mccree fanfiction #cole cassidy x reader #cole cassidy x you #cassidy x reader

[sovmisee]

i wanna write some short imagines dfifieekdjf but i need ideas. i’ll write for almost every character, just send character name and what you want the blurb to be about :3

#overwatch 2 smut #overwatch smut #genji smut #hanzo smut #reaper smut #cassidy smut #mccree smut #baptiste smut #lucio smut #widowmaker smut #ramattra smut

[mythicmin]

Overwatch NSFW Alphabet(s)

MDNI!! If you are under the age of 18, please DNI. Character requests are OPEN. Just slide into my ask box and specify which character you’d like to see :)

𝑱𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆 𝑴𝒄𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆 / 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒚

A = Aftercare ;

McCree is a firm believer in aftercare. Chances are you aren’t getting up to do ANYTHING for at least an hour. (unless he has somewhere he needs to rush to.) Need to pee? He’s gonna carry you. Thirsty? Hungry? Give him a second, he’ll be right back with your favorite drink/snack.

B = Body part ;

You can’t look me dead in my eyes and tell me he isn’t an ass man. He’s practically obsessed with it. Doesn’t matter where you’re at or who you’re with, chances are he’s got his hand on your ass or in your back pocket.

C = Cum ;

Bro is definitely a slut for facials if he can’t cum inside of you. There’s just something possessive about it, like he’s marking you as his.

D = Dirty secret ;

Secretly wants to get topped, cmon he’s a cocky little shit. Put him in his place and make him beg for you. ❤︎︎

E = Experience ;

I am a firm believer in thinking he’s got some kind of old fashioned way of thinking. He knows what he likes, but doesn’t have much experience with it. I know we all love fuckboy McCree, but him being a virgin makes me giggle.

F = Favorite position ;

Doggie. Need I say more?

G = Goofy ;

Bro is a whole clown in bed and you can’t change my mind. He knows how to act serious when need be, but he always wants to see you smile. Even if he’s balls deep in you.

H = Hair ;

I think he manscapes a bit, he’s never bare though. There’s always some sort of hair framing his cock, clean shaven just isn’t his style.

I = Intimacy ;

Lil western baby treats you like the princess/prince you are. Sure he loves fucking your brains out, but making love to you is another favorite past time.

J = Jack off / Masterbate ;

I don’t really know to be honest, I feel like he’d think he’s too busy to get himself off. But maybe it’s just hidden cockiness that only you can get him off.

K = Kink ;

Anal. I know this man eats ass as well. I just know it. Bro also definitely has a daddy kink. (or maybe that’s bc i’m projecting bc he’s so fine.)

L = Location ;

Anywhere.

M = Motivation ;

He really gets going when you slowly touch his arms/chest while making eye contact.

N = No ;

Sadly, threesomes. I think he’s just too possessive.

O = Oral ;

He loves both giving and receiving, but he enjoys making you fall apart with his mouth. Playing with that cigar should’ve warned you he was gonna be a beast with his tongue.

P = Pace ;

Whichever you want. He can deliver both fast or slow.

Q = Quickie ;

Loves them. Especially if y’all are out and about doing something.

R = Risk ;

He literally doesn’t care if y’all get caught with him balls deep in you.

S = Stamina ;

I feel like he cums fairly fast, but can go for a few rounds.

T = Toys ;

He’s iffy on them. He wants to be the one to make you feel good, but watching you thrash against the vibrator he’s holding gets him feeling some typa way.

U = Unfair ;

He’s so mean sometimes, bro is a WHOLE ASS tease and he knows it.

V = Volume ;

I don’t feel like he’s overly loud in the moaning or groaning criteria, but he’s definitely a smooth talker blowing your back in.

W = Wild card ;

Pull his hair while he’s giving you head and bro is putty in your hands.

X = X-ray ;

6” soft , a lil over 7” hard. (circumcised)

Y = Yearning ;

I SWEAR THIS MAN CAN TURN HIS SEX DRIVE OFF AND ON DEPENDING ON HOW MUCH OF A COCKY BASTARD HE WANTS TO BE.

Z = Zzz ;

Always waits until you’re asleep first.

god i love this man.

hope you enjoyed!! lmk who y’all wanna see next ! ❤︎︎

#overwatch x reader #overwatch #overwatch smut #mccree #cole cassidy #jesse mccree #cole cassidy x reader #jesse mccree x reader #mccree x reader #cassidy x reader

[all-gummed-up-inside]

Being with THE Cole Cassidy is like a wish come true however it’s a double-edged sword, anything you do to him he’ll want to do it back tenfold. Grope him in the hall? He’ll try to pin you to the closest surface and leave you breathless, edge him? He’ll make sure that next time he’s in control that you’ll be cumming buckets until your spent cock can’t get hard anymore <3 hell! He’ll start betting work hours even if it means he can’t cum for a a whole month.

Sometimes he’ll be bratty n’ try to be in control, biting and scratching, muffling swear words and moans with pillows just to piss you off that little bit more. Maybe getting off without permission while you’re out on a mission, covering your underwear in cum and not even daring to clean it up after, it’s not like he’s trying to hide it either really, leaving it out in broad daylight for you to find as soon as you get back to base.

#dom reader #dom fem reader #dom male reader #dom!reader #overwatch x reader #overwatch #overwatch x male reader #overwatch x you #overwatch smut #sub overwatch #cole cassidy #cole cassidy x reader #Cole Cassidy smut #sub cole Cassidy #jesse mccree #jesse mccree x reader #sub Jesse mccree

[pumpkin-pi-e]

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.'

Author’s Note: This was Valentine's gift for myself and I decided to share it. If this performs well, I'll finish the second installment. The next part will feature Erasermic, Bob Velseb, Daddy Dearest, Mommy Mearest, and a fourth character I haven't decided on.

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[heisendaddysimp]

Imagine fucking Cassidy. He tells you to shut up but you just can't keep quite because of his thick cock pounding into you. And then Ashe storms in to see what's wrong because it sounds like you're in pain. She catches you two fucking and curses as she closes the door. Later you get a punishment from Cas for being too loud and not obeying him.

#brain.exe has stopped working #overwatch smut #overwatch 2 #overwatch #cole cassidy #cassidy x reader #cassidy #mccree #ashe

[gaycragula]

hii! i was wondering if you could do a top cassidy x bottom male reader smut?

Thoughts Become Real

Pairing: Cole Cassidy x Male Reader Warning: Smut/18+ content below the cut

Warning(s): bottom reader, top Cole Cassidy, shower sex, not beta read Word Count: 2360 Masterlist AO3 Link

That damn cocky smile, his damn smooth voice, damn good looks. Damn him.

You curse yourself as you tore your gaze from that cursed cowboy you can’t seem to get out of your head. Your hand found its way to your face and you let out a quiet groan as you looked down at the blueprints you’d been trying to work on. It was starting to affect your work. Shit.

The issue had started off small. You found yourself sneaking glances when you got the chance, touches lingering when he would hand you something. Then came the thoughts. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about him. How he was so gentle with those he cared about but rough when needed. He was a smooth talker and he knew it, flirting his way out of trouble more times than you could count.

You imagined what his voice would sound like in your ear. Deep, husky as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. What his hands would feel like gripping your hips, pulling your hair. What would they feel like wrapped around your cock?-

You were jerked from your thoughts by a hand on your shoulder and you were startled to see the cowboy. “You need something, Cass?” You ask, trying to keep a calm, collected face, hoping to god nothing was off about you.

“Was gonna ask ya if ya  wanted to spar but ya seem busy,” he chuckles, nodding down to the papers scattered in front of you. 

“Oh! No, this isn’t important, I can spar with you,” you manage out, trying to ignore the heat that you felt rising to your cheeks. You gather up the blueprints and stack them neatly in the corner of the table. You’d be back for them later that day.

“Alrighty then. I’ll meet ya in the gym when yer ready. Probably wanna get into somethin’ a lil’ more,” he paused, looking you up and down, “relaxed.”

You glanced down and nodded. Jeans were probably not the best thing to wrestle around in. “Meet you there,” you hum with a smile. 

Cassidy walked out of the room and it took everything in you not to freak the fuck out. Your heart was pounding in your chest already, and all he’d done was put his hand on your shoulder!

You took a deep breath in and a shaky breath out before getting up from your seat and heading towards your room to put something a little more loose on.

It wasn’t long before you were pushing your way into one of the smaller gym rooms, water bottle, a change of clothes, and a towel in hand, your jeans and tshirt replaced with some basketball shorts and a tank top. You were happy to find Cassidy already there, sitting on one of the benches. He glanced up as he heard you enter, a short smile appearing on his face as he stood up.

You walked over to him and set your stuff down on the bench. “Let’s get on with it, shall we?” You chuckle, gesturing to the mat in the middle of the room. Cassidy chuckles in response and you both move to the mat and take your positions.

Cole Cassidy, that bastard, had you pinned down under him. Legs on either side of yours, his hands holding your wrists above your head, all while he just barely hovered over your groin. Both of you were panting heavily, his breath mixing with yours. He just needed to lean forward a couple inches. You were so close, yet..

The cowboy suddenly sits up and pats your chest with a smirk. “Reckon that’s enough. Let’s go wash up.”

You let out a deep breath, nodding as Cassidy stands up, offering you his hand. With a grateful huff, you took it, letting him haul you to your feet. You cursed him silently as you grabbed your change of clothes and started towards the locker room attached to the gym. 

Cassidy was already in one of the showers, evident by the sound of running water as the door closed behind you. You ran a hand through your hair as you found a shower to use, setting your change of clothes on a nearby bench before beginning to undress. It was at that moment that you glanced down and your heart dropped. How long had you been hard?? Had Cassidy noticed?

“Shit,” you mumble, quickly shedding the rest of your clothing before sliding into the shower. The water felt wonderful rolling over your skin and you let out a quiet sigh at the feeling. Your hand pressed against the wall so you could lean forward, your eyes landing on your dick again. 

You listened to make sure the other shower was still running before you made the choice to wrap your hand around your dick. Your eyes fluttered shut and you leaned farther to rest your head on the wall of the shower as you moved your hand up and down your cock. 

The water mixed with the little bit of precum that had leaked from your tip made the slide easier. Quiet curses fell from your lips with every downward movement of your wrist. “Shit,” your breath was shaky. “Cassidy..”

You were so close. Your breathing became more ragged and you were fighting to stay as quiet as possible. You didn’t register the sound of the other shower stopping or the sound of the curtain behind you opening. It wasn’t until you felt cold metal against your hip that you froze.. 

Cassidy’s breath fans over the back of your neck as he presses himself against you. “Keep goin’, darlin’,” he whispers, his own voice shaking. 

His lips brush against the back of your neck, and the touch has you keening. Your hand starts moving again and with the added sensation of Cole kissing down your neck and spine, it wasn’t long before you were cumming in your hand with a sharp gasp. 

You push yourself away from the wall with your clean hand, turning to face Cassidy. His face was flushed and a quick glance downward showed he was just as excited as you had been. 

He grabbed your dirty hand, bringing it to his mouth and licking it clean. You felt your cock jump at the action, your eyes stuck to Cassidy’s mouth. He used the grip he had on your hand to tug you closer to him. 

His lips press against yours and you couldn’t help but whine at the feeling. Cassidy held your face in place with one hand, the other holding your waist as he backed you into the wall. You parted for a breath, chest heaving as you fought to calm your racing heart. 

“How long have you wanted to do that?” You whisper, a shaky smile forming on your face. 

“You’ve no clue,” Cassidy breathes back, using his hand to nudge your head up, allowing him access to his neck. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been starin’ at me,” he mumbles before his lips press against your neck. Your breath hitched as his teeth dragged against your collarbone. “You never have been subtle.”

You were hard again, hips mindlessly rutting against Cassidy’s. “Enough talking,” you manage out through pants. “Need you. Now.”

His hands ran over your body, down your back, over your hips. He squeezed your ass, massaging the flesh and you let out a breath at the feeling. Fingers prodded against your hole and you jerked at the sensation. “Relax,” he whispers, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. 

You cursed, biting your lip as you nodded, closing your eyes as you heard Cassidy spit into his hand. He rubbed a spit covered finger over your hole, waiting for your body to fully relax before he pressed it in. You cursed, leaning into the cowboy and resting your head on his shoulder. 

He pressed a kiss against the temple of your head, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he fingered you open. You bit your lip in an attempt to quiet the sounds threatening to escape you, suddenly aware of the echo in the locker room. Then he added a second finger.

You watched his fingers disappear in you, your ass sucking them in greedily. Cassidy whispered your name and you were jerked from your thoughts. “You feelin’ alright?” He asks. “You’re awful quiet.”

Your heart jumped in your chest. “I’m alright,” you laugh quietly. “We’re in a locker room. I don’t want someone to walk in and hear me.”

Cassidy laughed with you before pulling you into another kiss. A third finger joined the two and you gasped against his lips as you pulled back. He paused to let you adjust, pressing short kisses to your lips.

You gave an experimental roll of your hips, letting out a hoarse moan at the feeling. He took that as the go ahead to move his fingers, spreading them in you to stretch you. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, your mouth open in silent moans. 

His lips dragged down the column on your neck, his beard tickling your skin. His fingers crooked and your back arched away from the wall, your chest colliding with his as you let out an embarrassingly loud moan. You felt him smirk against you as he massaged your prostate, holding you up when your legs began to shake.

You wanted to curse him but couldn’t find the words through the pleasure you were feeling. It wasn’t until you felt your stomach tighten that you hit his shoulder. “Close,” you manage out through moans. “Gonna cum.”

Fingers left you empty and you whined at the loss, your ass clenching on nothing. You took the opportunity to catch your breath, watching with glee as Cassidy lubes his dick with more of his spit. 

He grabbed under your thigh, hoisting your leg up to rest on his hip. You felt his tip press against your hole and you sucked in a breath. “Ready?” He whispers, tilting your head up to kiss under your chin.

“Absolutely,” you whisper back.He was pressing into you slowly, letting you adjust to him as he went. The stretch was unpleasant even with the prep.  “Holy hell, you’re fucking huge,” you gasp.

His fingers dug into your skin, hopefully leaving marks or even bruising. He grunted in response, biting his lip as he sunk deeper into you. You pressed your face into his neck, pressing kisses against his skin in an attempt to muffle yourself. 

It felt like ages before his hips met yours but when they did, you felt like you were in heaven. He stretched you wonderfully. “You’re takin’ it so well, love,” Cassidy pants.

His hips shifted and you cursed, biting into his neck. You heard him choke on his breath as he pressed you harder into the wall behind you. His thrusts started shallow as you both got used to the feeling of being so close, intimate. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, body shaking as he slowly sped up. He was drinking up the pretty sounds, taking mental notes on what made you react the way you did. The breathy little gasp when his cock brushed against your prostate, the choked breath when he’d give your neck a gentle nip.

He was slamming into you now, the echo of skin against skin was louder than you’d thought it would’ve been and you could only hope no one would walk in. Your moans became unashamed, his name tumbling from your lips as you got closer and closer to the edge again. 

Your nails clawed at his back, no doubt leaving red marks in their wake. The groan he made at the feeling was heavenly. His hips jerked into yours and you cursed, looking down at where you met. 

You couldn’t describe what you felt seeing his dick disappear inside you. His hand cupped your face and he pulled you into another kiss. His tongue pressed against yours and you couldn’t help the whine you let out at the feeling.

It was a shift of his hips that had him hitting that bundle of nerves that sent you over the edge. You arched into him with a sharp gasp as you came. Cassidy was quick to follow. The feeling of you clenching around him had him pulling out to cum on your stomach. 

He let go of your leg, holding you up by your waist as your legs threatened to give out below you. You were both panting hard, you leaning on him as you fought to catch your breath.

“That was amazing,” you finally say as you rest your head on his shoulder. “Thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome,” he chuckles as he pulls you back under the water to wash you off. The water had long gone cold, leaving you shivering as you stepped out of the shower to redress. 

You were drying your hair when Cassidy came back over to you. “Would you, uh, wanna go out with me sometime?” He asks surprisingly shyly, smiling at the laugh you gave.

“You just had your dick inside of me and now you’re shy?” You laugh before giving him a smile. “I��d love to, Cassidy.”

He pulled you into another kiss, pulling you flush against him. You ran your fingers through his beard, sighing against him. You smiled at him when he pulled away leaning forward to kiss him again when the door burst open, causing you both to jump.

“There you both are,” Tracer groans, seemingly out of breath. “Angela has been looking for the both of you.”

“Ah, thank you, Lena. We’ll go see her once we’re finished washing up,” you say, trying to ignore the building embarrassment. 

She nodded before taking a second look at each of you. She opened her mouth to say something before seemingly changing her mind. “I’ll let her know.”

The door closed behind her as she left and you heard Cassidy let out a breathy laugh. “Best get going then. Don’t want to keep the doctor waitin’.”

You nod in agreement, humming as you nudge Cassidy towards the door. “Lead the way, cowboy.”

#x male reader #smut #x reader #cole cassidy x reader #cole cassidy x male reader #jesse mccree x reader #jesse mccree x male reader #top cole cassidy #bottom reader #overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch 2 x male reader #overwatch x male reader #overwatch x reader #ow2 #cole cassidy ow 2

[keraxxx]

Kinktober day 22

Jesse McCree x Fem! reader

Kinktober day 22: Being quiet.

Tags: Smut, dom/sub relationship, pet names, fingering, not proof read.

Enjoy!!

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You and Jesse were in at a exclusive resort for a vacation. He wanted to treat you to a nice dinner since he was always busy with missions and much more. You open the door to your hotel sloppily as you groan to the loud television. “I’m so tired..” you complain as Jesse grabs your waist, bringing you towards him.

“Just relax pumpkin.” he rubs your side gently as you lean into him, embracing his smell. “Let’s take a bath.” you smile looking at him. He nods and leads you to the bathroom. The bright light reveals the huge tub with jets and the mirror with lights around the rim. “Get undressed, pumpkin.” he says, his thick southern accent making your stomach full with butterflies.

You loved how dominate he was, even in nonsexual situations. You undressed, a tad bit nervous but relieved Jesse was here with you. Your bra and underwear were the only things remaining as he turned around. “Jesse.. Help me?” You whined as he let out a deep chuckle. “Of course..”

He walked close to you, his hand roaming your body before swiftly unclipping your bra and bringing your underwear to the floor. You moaned under your breath as he stared at your bare body. “Fuck…” he cleared his throat and rubbed his neck. “God you’re so pretty y/n.” You wrapped your arms around Jesse’s neck and smothered him in kisses.

His hand made his way down to your clit, rubbing it slowly. “J-jesse.. please.” you whimpered as he teased your entrance. “You gotta be quiet pumpkin. These walls are very thin.” He smirked. He pushed a finger in your clit and you yelped. His free hand went over your mouth, practically covering your face. “I said be quiet pumpkin.”

You closed your eyes as his finger pumped in and out of you, wet noises filling the room. You bit his hand as a laugh boomed through the room. “You’re enjoying yourself. So nasty.. getting off on my hand-“ he stopped talking as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You put your hands on the counter behind you for support as your legs started shaking. “I’m gonna cum Jesse!” your said, voice still muffled due to his big hand. “Cum for me pumpkin.” Him saying that in his southern accent was your breaking point. You moaned violently as you released all the tension building up in your stomach.

Jesse removed his hand from your mouth and you panted as he licked his fingers clean. “I’m not finished yet pumpkin..”

#overwatch smut #overwatch #smut #x reader #jesse mccree #cassidy overwatch #kinktober

[xxoolii]

Hello-

Uhm I've been trying to look for an open req the whole day, can I get a Cassidy McCree x male reader fic where the reader is into bondage (rope bunny) and gets caught by his lover..?

little drabble for you ml 🫶🏻

first time writing MxM, but i’ve read so much that i don’t think i’ll have a problem 😭

warnings, bondage, rope bunny, masturbation, getting caught, a bit of helplessness, let me know if i missed anything

(i’m a pink girly all of my post will be pink no matter the character, sorryyyy 🤷‍♀️🫶🏻)

(also haven’t got time for fics atm because exams are soon so please bare with me)

MDNI this is an 18+ page and with good reason, please buzz off

You’re stuck!

reader POV

you didn’t know how you had gotten yourself into this situation. it had been some harmless experimenting on the floor of your shared bedroom. the last bits of the tan rope lay in your hands, as the rest had been used to bound your legs open in quite a vulgar way.

sitting in the floor admiring your work in the mirror that stands infront of you. the rope held you perfectly in place and you were surprised with how quickly you picked it up. moving yourself so you can get the whole view of your art in the mirror, it wasn’t too tight just tight enough for you to feel trapped, helpless. just the thought had a small bead of pre-cum falling from the red tip of your cock.

this experiment had really gotten you worked up. your lover shouldn’t be home for a while so why not have some fun on your own. your hands trace the rope that wraps over your thighs, calfs and hips. slowly making your way to your aching cock.

it was never as fun as when your lover did it but right now you just needed a release before he got home. you wouldn’t want him to see you like this. would you?

your strokes started soft and slow, but gradually sped up as your pleasure began to build. so lost in the moment, in the pleasure that you failed to notice the sound of the front door, failed to notice the sound of your lovers boots on the hard wood floor. only snapped out of your trace by the sound of the bedroom door opening. before you noticed it was too late. your lover stood over you.

“well aren’t i just so lucky?”

he said to you, his tall figure almost looming over you. a small smirk plastered across his face as he take his cowboy hat off and throws it on the bed.

he walks towards you, crouching next to you, he moves his hand towards you, overlapping your hand on your cock with his.

“well look at you darling, you’re stuck”

there was something almost primal in the way he said it, and it sent blood rushing down. this was going to be a long night. guess you won’t be walking in the morning

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let me know how i did!! also struggled a bit because i think blizzard changed his name so i had no idea what to tag the post with 😭😭

#xxoolii #artists on tumblr #overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #jesse mccree #mccree #smut #cassidy mccree x reader #cassidy x reader #cole cassidy #cole cassidy x reader

[smallestapplin]

Things are about to get saucy with Volo and all you hear is scratching at the door and dragon whining noises

🔞ABSOLUTELY!🔞

Just imagine for a moment.

Volo is on top of you, his long blonde hair falling and shielding you two away from the rest of the world. His lips slot against yours, his hands sliding up sleep shirt.

Your arms over his shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

He breaks the kiss, panting slightly as he gazes down at you. His grey eyes dark with lust.

“I can’t wait to taste you.” Before he starts kissing your neck, leaving bite marks in his wake.

Your legs wrap around him, grinding yourself against his hardening cock.

“Fuck, you little tease.”

Before you could respond you both jump a a loud scratching sound. You both look to his bedroom door when you hear a deep, rumbling, pitiful growling sound before it bleeds into a loud whine.

“I think Garchomp wants in.” You laugh.

Volo is almost staring in disbelief at the door.

His own Pokémon, whom he raised, cock blocking him.

Volo rests his head on your chest before letting out a frustrated groan.

You run your fingers through his hair.

“It’s okay Volo, maybe next time?”

A much louder whine echoes in the house followed with the sound and wood starting to splinter.

Volo jumps up “alright alright! Give me a moment.”

The blonde fixes himself and makes sure you’re fine before opening the door.

The door barely having a chance to fully open before the large dragon type storms in, instantly hopping on the bed with you, purring loudly.

“That’s my spot you know.”

Garchomp pays his trainer no mind as your pet and scratch him.

“You spoil him too much, my love.”

“And as if you don’t!”

You got him there.

But still.

#smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞 #ro #volo.thirst #pokemon smut #reader #garchomp gonna be named cockblock mccree

[i-easilysubmittofangs]

#minotaur! jesse mccree #overwatch #reader insert #jesse mccree #mccree jesse #jesse mccree x reader #mccree jesse x reader #smut #au #archive of our own #ao3

[babblingeccentric]

Watched the One Piece Film Z dub and here are my thoughts

It is SO disorienting as an American to hear people say "z" as "zed" the whole movie

Zed's voice actor was fantastic I loved the vaguely southern accent he had

Kuzan was SOOOO sexy in this one it may just be my personal bias cause I LOVE a guy that left the service that he committed terrible things in and is now adrift trying to find his way in the world and do the right thing. Such a shame he ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛(redacted for manga spoilers)⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛

"Ocean Guide" is the best one piece song and the way it was incorporated throughout the movie was fantastic

The whole strawhat crew (except chopper) was kinda just an add on to this one I wasn't particularly interested in their antics. The cherry blossom party outfits were cute though

#me stuffing zabuza and kisame and gravedigger and mccree in my pockets: no i dont have a type #my zabuza lives au is SOOO good in my head #listen its about having to LIVE and not getting the relief of dying for your sins #about having to LIVE WITH WHAT YOUVE DONE!!! #About how do you bear that weight? #how do you make teshuvah? #how do you move on? #how do you go on when your foundation has been ripped out? #also im biased about ocean guide because i fucking love death and funeral songs #I LOVE MOURNING SOUNGS I LOVE SEA SHANTIES I LOVE FOLK MUSIC!!!! #anyway fun movie to kinda half pay attention to at work #recommend #mine #not smut #film z

[mythicmin]

i want a personalized overwatch fic so bad </3 i jus wanna get my back blown in by mccree 😭

#overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch 2 #overwatch smut #overwatch 2 x reader #overwatch matchups #jesse mccree x reader #mccree #mccree x reader #cassidy x reader #cole cassidy x reader #fanfic #fanfic request

[wolfeswriting]

Well, lookie. I got a brand new blog, and an old as heck A03 account. I post my writing there.

#pedro pascal #x reader #reader insert #francisco morales x reader #malcolm reynolds x reader #firely #triple frontier #the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #overwatch #jesse mccree #cole cassidy #we can be heroes #marcus moreno x reader #kingsman #kingsman the golden circle #jack whiskey daniels x reader #jack whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x reader #smut

[honeyedlashton]

i’m reading the good side rn and you’ve got me in tears at 9am on a monday 😭😭😭

Omg, please that’s so sweet!!! I remember crying my eyes out writing it!! Damn…and I wrote it in the morning, too. I think it was like 11 am that I finished it that day. I haven’t thought about this fic in a while 😭😭 Thank you for reminding me!! I hope you’re enjoying it!!!

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#my first chapter fic #lots of slaying happened #and some missteps #in retrospect I probably wouldn’t include irl family #(mostly cause it’s uncomfortable like the last thing I want is family being tied to a gay smut jfc) #or any of those celebrity friends #I think it ages my fics poorly #(esp since I don’t stan atl anymore) #(I’d change Mccree to Cassidy since mccree’s cancelled also) #but like other than that I still think it’s a slay #I really ate with that one #I was such an inexperienced writer #I had never taken a single class I was just rawdogging it #so I’m glad it holds its own at least a little bit #sofi #sofsversion #ask me anything #orange soda #scholarly #all that aside it’s like Alanis says: you live you learn