Thank you for your commission. @peaches-seed ! Here’s your 1000 word fic of Daddy!McCree and his pillow queen Reader with a dash of somnophilia. It’s not traditional ddlg because I don’t do that, so I’ve done my own twist on it while keeping the title for Daddy!McCree (which I don’t mind). Enjoy!
Mccree slips into your bedroom in the dead of night, hard and aching for you after weeks of being out doing work for Overwatch. You’re fast asleep in nothing but a threadbare shirt and some boxers; clothes that look far too big for your frame and looking eerily like the ones that went missing from his closet ages ago. He sneaks up, stripping until he’s down to the trousers he wears under his chaps. They’re sort of clean, he doesn’t bother to change out into sleepwear. If he has his way, you both won’t be needing sleepwear tonight.
He crawls up onto the bed carefully, utilising years of experience in the art of stealth to pull your heavy blanket off you and reveal your bare legs. Though salivating, he stops himself from starting all the way at your feet. No, he has a far bigger target to hit. He knows you won’t be asleep for long when he starts caressing you in truth; he needs to act fast.
You’re on your belly, one knee up and over your bolster while the other is stretched languidly. Perfect. Like this, he just has to pull the leg of his your boxers up until he can finally stuff his face into your musky heat. Breathing you in is like a hit of the strongest drug in the world, so intoxicating and addictive that he just can’t stop there. He moans through gritted teeth at the aching of his cock, rubs it against the mattress as he dives into your dampening pussy greedily. Quickly quickly. He needs to eat you, devour you, before you get up and stop him!
Lust and gluttony driving him, McCree pushes his entire face into you, metal fingers stretching and tearing the fabric beyond repair. He should be sorry for ruining them (probably) but he just doesn’t care when the rends allows him to press his nose into your perineum and his tongue to dig deep between the lips of your now soaking wet pussy.
Above him, he hears the muffled whimpers of a woman well pleased. Shit! Shitshitshit. He hauls you to your knees, locking his arms under your hips and over the tops of your thighs so you’re pinned to his face. Like this, he can smother himself with your plush ass and soft pussy, gorge himself on your taste like a starving man even when you begin to stir and struggle. The loud slobbering slurps coming from him would have embarrassed any other man, but he’s not just any other man. He’s a man on a mission, and gods forbid if he stopped now.
You, on the other hand, rouse to the feeling of a powerful heat building in your pussy and your belly, already on the cusp of an orgasm that looks to wipe your mind. Dazed and caught off guard, you are barely able to look over your shoulder at the man who’s nose deep inside your heat before you cum with a silent cry of his name. It wrecks you, forcing you to curl into yourself and clutch at the sheets in order to scrabble at the fraying ends of your mind. Your body writhes and jerks in McCree’s hold but he’s unforgiving in his embrace, holding you still even when you start growling and tugging at his hair.
“Daddy, stop,” you hiss at him but he doesn’t heed you, instead trying to force you back onto your chest.
Having had enough, you grab the collar hanging by the bedside and twist as much as you can. His neck is barely in reach, but you manage to wrap it around his neck and tighten it to the point where he starts wheezing for mercy.
“B-baby!” He gasps and lets go to clutch at the collar, backing off from your pussy immediately. “I’m sor-sorry!”
Is he really? You shake your head at him in disappointment, latching the leash onto him and pushing him back onto the floor. As he falls, he pouts at you, pleading prettily for forgiveness. He’s been waiting for so long to have a taste of you again. Can you blame him? All your sweetness on display for him to devour with eyes and tongue and-
You stop him with a foot to the face, straightening your back to sit in a regal position. “I’ve trained you better than that, daddy. Remember what I said when we first started?”
McCree wilts in place, though his cock remains tented in the crotch of his pants. “That I’m your daddy, but…”
“But?” You tug harshly at the collar and step gently on his raging cock.
“Hhnghh-” The cowboy moans helplessly, eyes rolling into his head at the much-needed pressure. Fuck, he loves it when you step on him like this. “But you’re my daddy.”
A smirk crosses your face and you lean in to kiss his lips in reward. “That’s right. I may call you daddy, but I’m your daddy. Don’t make me call you Babyboy tonight.” The shiver that rocks through him and the twitch of his cock at your threat makes you laugh. Of course. Such a slut he is, but goddamn if you didn’t love him for it.
He rocks his hips into your foot and crosses his arms behind his back, thrusting his chest forward and exposing his throat to you. “Baby, don’t be mean~” When your other foot hits his shoulder, he turns his head to kiss it on the ankle gently with a sultry look in his dark eyes. “I really want another taste, baby. Please?”
Huffing, you look down your nose at him and tap his cheek with that same foot. “I don’t think you’ve been a good daddy tonight. So, no.”
Instantly he begins to beg, to kiss up your leg and hump into your foot in an effort to convince you. Surely you missed him too? His mouth, his hands, his cock? Hearing your voice over encrypted calls and seeing you briefly when he had time for a vidcall doesn’t do much for his cock, though a lot for his heart. Have mercy on your daddy, baby.
He’s growing more desperate by the minute, a wet spot growing on the fabric of his trousers to indicate exactly how turned on he is right now. So you sigh and tilt your head, hooking both knees over his shoulders so you can pin his head right where he wants it. “Then show me what a good daddy you can be. Don’t disappoint me again.”
Before you finish speaking he’s already diving head first into your slick heat, slurping and sucking and pushing himself as far into you as he can reach. Oh yeah, he’s going to be the best daddy for you baby, just you wait.
Prefers to sit at your feet and between your legs if he can. Sometimes leans his chin or head onto your legs if he’s under a desk.
He wears a spiky collar and a simple black plug with a short tail, sometimes wears the ears if he needs help getting into puppyspace, goes without if he’s already in the mood.
Very obedient and intelligent, and doesn’t need to receive further training. Rests in his crate if you’re not home and he’s tired, and comes out to greet you when you comes home. Walkies-trained and walks right beside you when the two of you go out, not one step in front or behind. He also knows he’s not allowed on the furniture and doesn’t break this rule even when you’re not around.
Gabe prefers to sleep on the floor beside your bed in a nest of pillows, and follows you if you pop into the kitchen or bathroom at night. When you get up in the morning, he’ll nuzzle into you and heft you onto his back so he can start his morning pushups.
Best guard dog you’d ever need. Wakes up at any suspicious noises and hates visitors. When the two of you are out, he’s always alert for any dangers that might harm you.
This puppy is very affectionate with you, and leans his head on your feet or knees or chest whenever he can. Likes giving you a tongue bath. Best puppy to tuck your feet under if they’re cold.
Is not a lapdog only because he’s not allowed on the furniture.
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When waiting for your command, he’ll sit between your legs on his knees, hands on his thighs and his eyes on you.
Doesn’t like being on his back, so if you give him a treat blowjob/handjob he’ll be standing at parade rest with his back to the wall.
Begs for treats sometimes if he’s very needy or if you’ve denied him orgasm for a while. It’s just about the only time he’ll whine and whimper eagerly.
The only one of the boys who genuinely does not pleasure himself if you tell him not to. As a consequence, he’s probably the most spoiled out of all of them since he gets rewards so frequently.
It’s hard to punish him for his mistakes because he makes them so rarely, but tease and denial for days on end while telling him not to cum can make him slip up.
If you give Gabe a footjob while he’s sitting on a big butt plug, he’ll cum all over your feet with a happy groan.
Genji
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Shiba Inu. Super hard to train and very stubborn, but very very affectionate.
Genji is very mischievous, even after his cyberisation, and is a bit of a brat if you don’t keep him in check.
He’s the hardest to go on walks with because he often scampers away from you and surprises you once you lose sight of him. Unrepentant even after you scold him and withhold his treats.
Very sweet despite being so naughty, and is the textbook definition of a lapdog. Unlike Gabe, he doesn’t care that he’s not allowed on the furniture, and joins you on the bed or sofa whenever he can. He likes to flop onto your lap and beg for pets too.
He lies on your feet if the weather is too hot, and blankets himself over you if you’re cold. Being a cyborg, he typically runs hot because of his engines, but tries to moderate his body temperature to suit you.
On the flip side, he’s rather quiet and keeps to himself when he doesn’t want your attention or if you’re busy.
Genji’s the kind of puppy to sit at the door and wait for you to come home, and welcomes you with kisses and slobber.
Doesn’t have a butt plug that he can wear for a long time because of his cybernetics, but uses a coiled tail attachment along with an ear headband when he’s at home.
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Has to wear a chastity cage because he tends to jerk off just to annoy you. Some days you find him rutting against a pillow to try and relieve his frustration, or humping against the cushions. He always complains to you that the cage is too tight in order for you to take it off, but you know it’s because his cock is trying to thicken and harden against the metal cage. Pretty much has to wear it all the time, even when he’s out because it’s easy to conceal.
Very whiny and needy when you tease him with the key, and jumps to complete your every order in order to convince you to uncage him.
Genji sobs very prettily when you grind your pussy on his face and he has to fight to keep his hands to himself. He loves to touch you, and suffers when you don’t bind his arms and he has to control himself.
He loves it when he’s on his back and you ride him and fondle his balls at the same time. Genji will start to drool as you bounce harder and fuck him faster, particularly when you wrench him up by the collar.
Has a slim green collar that you jerk to manhandle him when he’s misbehaving. He’ll attempt to defy you just so you can tug him harder, but leashing him to a corner and leaving him with a hard-on is the best way to punish him. Make sure you bind his hands behind his back though, because he’s not afraid to take matters into his own hand to cum.
It’s best to use positive reinforcement with this naughty boy, and his favourite rewards are getting to fuck you doggy style and cumming inside you.
Good luck getting him to stop though.
Hanzo
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Wolfdog
Very proud, very regal, refuses to have anything less than a high quality collar which he’ll only wear at home. Because of this, Hanzo is hesitant to show you affection outside, and may look very distant. Don’t worry though, once you get back behind closed doors he’ll cuddle up to you again.
Comes and goes as he pleases, but when he’s with you he prefers to sit at (on) your feet.
Brings you trinkets or things he thinks you might like. If you accept them, he smirks smugly and cuddles into your lap.
Likes his walkies, but unlike his brother he’ll never stray far from you. At most he’ll scout ahead but he’ll trot back to you happily if he’s off his leash.
Hanzo loves having your attention (when he wants it) and tries to wedge himself between you and what you’re doing if it’s not important.
Very possessive and protective, and he detests it when you come back smelling like another man. He’ll smother you into the floor or sofa or bed and rub himself all over you to make you smell of him instead of someone else.
If you’re doing your work on the floor, be prepared to deal with a wolf pelt wearing Hanzo because he won’t hesitate to sprawl over it.
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His guilty pleasure is to be on his knees and spread his cheeks for you. Tug on his plug and he’ll wriggle his hips and whine.
Well trained to do tricks for you and has a good amount of self-control. So if you want him to hold a fleshlight on his cock and fuck himself on a werewolf dildo, he can. If you tell him to stop just as he’s about to cum, he can. He’ll let out a low growl and a whimper, but he’ll still obey you. But you’d better have a good reward for him for his obedience.
The fun bit about Hanzo is that you can go to many lengths to test his control. Be it stopping himself from eating your pussy, or continuing to fuck you even after he’s cum, he’s the best puppy to torment.
Secret: he can last an hour and a half of rough and fast edging before he’s too weak to beg you to let him cum.
The best pet to tie up and overstimulate.
Hanzo’s a rather quiet puppy most of the time, though you can pull a lot of noises out of him if you exploit his sensitive spots after he cums.
The best at eating you out of the four.
McCree
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Labrador retriever
Very affectionate, would lie on top of you all the time if he could.
Does his best to be in your good graces all the time, schmoozing where possible. It’s a good thing though, because he’ll wait on you hand and foot as long as you give him your attention.
Feed this boy scraps from your dinner and he’ll love you. Problem is, he’s learned to sit beneath you at the dinner table and perch his chin on your knees to give you puppy dog eyes.
Jesse likes to roam around naked with just his leather collar and his tail plug when he’s at home. He thinks it’s easier to get you into the mood if he’s perpetually ready for sexytimes.
Not as wary of strangers as the others, but tends to stand behind you and glare at any men who approach you.
Likes to cook for you and fetch things for you – pillows, food, drinks, books, etc. sometimes you don’t even need to ask him to get something for you.
Sleeps next to you and hogs all the space on the bed. He does let you have the blankets though.
Handiest of the puppies, and always fixes your things so you don’t need a plumber/carpenter/mechanic to come and help you.
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Loves to perform for you. Be it tricks or strip teasing or masturbating, he’ll do it all with a big grin on his face. Heck, if you want, he’ll do a full porno performance if it’ll get you into the mood.
Like Hanzo, he lives to eat you out and it’s his favourite way to start foreplay.
Jesse melts if you praise him and tell him what a good boy he is.
The best at rough sex and tends to bite you and nibble on your neck.
He’s very handy at fingering you and rubbing your clit as he fucks you.
If he’s naughty, using deep heat/cooling gel while giving him a handjob would make him whine and sob. He feels pleasured but no matter what he does, he can’t cum when you do this.
Nipple clamps. Clamp this puppy’s nipples, put him in a humbler, and play with his cock and he’ll sing for you so beautifully. In fact he’ll cum so hard he won’t even hesitate to clean up his own mess.
Will hump against your leg if he’s feeling frisky, and if you allow him he’ll wear himself out by hugging your calves or thighs close and rutting between them.
As a thank you for reaching 1000 followers, I opened up ten free slots for requests. The progress through that list can be found here. *Specific story requests are now closed again.*
I decided that since Ascal’s reader’s gender isn’t mentioned, that I’d leave it this way, and that I’d go out and find you a new naga from the wilds of my High Fantasy universe. I really hope you like him!!
You’d known it was a stupid idea to leave the house in
weather like this. You knew it, but you
had to see him again. You’d been away on an errand and it had been well over a
month since you’d seen him.
Thunder shook heaven and earth, and lightning ripped the sky
in half, but you ran through the lashing rain, down the sandy path from the village
towards the coast, your heart in your mouth. The longships danced and bobbed in
the seething water, their crews safely ashore and drinking themselves to
oblivion now that the summer raiding parties were over.
A massive bolt of lightning split the sky in two and struck
the horizon way out to sea.
“Shit,” you cursed, spitting rain water from your mouth as
it poured down your face.
The tide was out, but the breakers still rolled up the sand
and spray blossomed and foamed wildly. The selkies would all be sheltering deep
in the caves beneath their rocky, island sanctuaries just offshore, and all the
other merfolk would be well beneath the waves while the ocean seethed and
boiled in the storm. And yet here you were, daft as a goose in spring, running
down from the village towards the sea.
A light flickered in the black cliffs along the cove, and you
began to sprint. It was like a beacon to you and you focused only on that point
of light.
Chest heaving, lungs burning, you darted into the mouth of
the cave and bent double, trying to catch your breath. Shadows shifted at the
back of the short tunnel, and then he was
there.
“What the hell are you doing here in thisss weather?” he demanded,
slithering towards you, his face a picture of concern. His movements were slow,
probably because it was night time and cold.
“Wyorhin,” you sighed, starting to shiver. “I missed you
too.”
“Come insssside,” he slurred, his voice a groggy, sweet
tenor. “Warm up…”
He retreated up the passageway, pale body gleaming in the shadows.
The sparse patches of colour on his thick, muscular tail seemed to shift in the
darkness, and his long red hair fell down his back like tongues of dark fire.
Can’t promise, but maybe it’s a good way to start…?
Also my hand slipped again.
(Sfw, and no genders etc. mentioned)
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You lay there, the air warm and stuffy despite the open window, and sighed. You had always been different. As a child, your friends had feared and loathed the things under their beds, but you had always wished to meet yours. You wished and wished with all your heart, sometimes even swinging down off the bed and crouching down to peer into the darkness, but there was never anything there, only the odd shoe box and spider.
Now you were older, and you’d almost given up hope of ever finding the ‘monster’ under the bed.
You let out yet another sigh and kicked the sheets off. “I wish you were really there,” you murmured to the empty room. “I wish you were there, and I wish I could meet you. Why should everyone else have got a shadow under the bed and not me? What did I do wrong? Why don’t you like me?”
You’d had the longest day, and you just wanted to be held, loved, caressed. The idea of shadowy limbs wrapping you up in their embrace had always been a comfort, but tonight you ached for it with a new sense of longing until you felt your chest might burst.
You choked back a sob and rolled over, curling up into a ball. “What did I do wrong?”
And then something happened.
The darkness coalesced at the foot of your bed, billowing and shifting like ink in water. “Don’t cry,” a voice like broken glass said. “Please, I can’t bear it when you cry.”
This is a commission for @thekingsrock who asked for a super fluffy story with a female reader and an equally fluffy monster. I asked if they were ok with a mothman, and we went from there! I hope you enjoy!
You rolled your head, trying to ease some of the stiffness
from your neck as you stood in line, waiting to order the smoothie you’d been
craving for the last four hours at work. You needed something refreshing,
delicious, and as packed full of neat antioxidants as you could get.
The folk in front of you were umm-ing and ahh-ing at the
counter, the barista was getting super impatient but trying his hardest not to
show it, and had been a hundred million degrees outside that day, only now
beginning to cool off. You drew in a deep breath, trying to calm brain that was
going a little ragged at the edges, and make the most of the cafe’s wonderful
air-conditioning after a day in an office with AC units so ancient they might
have been prototypes designed by Hephaestus himself…
As you stood there, closing your eyes for a moment, you became
aware of the couple behind you talking about the ‘monsters’ who had recently
begun integrating more into human society.
“I mean,” the woman said, sounding scandalised. “In my day,
of course we knew about them, but you
didn’t have some dirty great bat living next door! It just didn’t happen! They
had the decency to take themselves off to the woods or wherever they belong,
and they stayed there.”
Probably too late but maybe some sort of shadow monster/something that can wrap around the human at least. Something good for cuddles, really…can be sfw or not your choice. Just need to be held
I hope you like it, and that you remember even sending it in!
It was about a month after moving into the apartment that you realised something was there with you. You never felt threatened or afraid, but lost things would turn up in unexpected places just when you needed them, and things you needed readily came readily to hand.
You noticed too how the atmosphere changed in subtle ways, according to your mood. If you came home from work and the lights were a shade too bright and hurt your eyes, they would seem to dim just a little. If you were stressed and fretting, only a few moments after coming home, something calming yet intangible would wrap itself around you and your heartrate would slow and your breath would return to you more easily.
Some days you would talk to this entity, hoping you weren’t boring it to death or scaring it off, but the energy in the room would pulse reassuringly as you told them of your problems, and when you were happy, it seemed to crescendo too.
You smiled, washing the dishes one night after supper, staring at the bubbles and listening to the faint clicking and popping as they burst on the surface of the plates.
“I don’t know if I’m going nuts or not,” you chuckled aloud, “But I’m glad I’m not alone. I’m glad you’re here.”
A feeling more than a sound came back to you, but there was a quality to it like the lowest frequency noise a human could possibly have heard. It made your eardrums sing and your skin tingle, and you glanced over your shoulder. Your gaze was drawn to the darkest corner of the room and you squinted, curious.
Toad's Cave 