It should be a crime to look that good in a pair of leather pants. Thick thighs that ripple with muscle every time he shifts his weight, tightening the leather over the generous globes of his ass. Couple that with knee-high boots that conform to his calves and a thick padded biker’s jacket and you have a mouthwatering sight.
You’re barely holding back your drool with your teeth digging into your lower lip. The other women by your side, also admiring the gaggle of leather-clad men before you aren’t so subtle. Hana is whistling and Sombra is cat-calling loudly, directing their lewd attentions to the most embarrassed of the group. Ana just smirks, nodding to Reaper and Soldier 76 who just respond with their middle fingers.
You? You just have eyes for one man who doffs his wide-brimmed hat at you with a teasing wink. He straddles the hoverbike between this strong thighs and spreads them as far as they can go, stretching tight over the noticeable bulge in the crotch of his pants. Like a homing beacon, your eyes dart in on it and stare greedily, pupils widening as you notice it twitch ever so gently.
That’s it. You let go of your chewed up bottom lip and stride forth, unheeding of the loud whoops from the women as you seize your man’s hair in hand. McCree grins as he’s hauled to your lips and kissed like the world is about to end. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you close, his powerful form bracing both you and the hoverbike as his strength almost pulls you into his lap.
“What did I say about the leather pants, McCree?” You moan softly against his lips and clamp one hand around the back of his neck as the other, out of sight of the others, sneaks down to grope at his ass.
The cowboy turned biker groans and kisses you back hungrily, whimpering against your lips, “That I look goddamned hot in it?” Uncaring of the company around you, he rocks his ass into your grip and uses your knee to alleviate the painful pressure of his rock hard cock straining against the crotch of his pants.
That’s one. And there’s another. “That you’re not allowed to wear it outside the bedroom.” Your hand shifts back to his hair and you tilt his head back so he looks up at you with a dazed expression, unheeding of the crowd still around you. “Because gods help me, I’m going to rip it off your body in the next ten minutes, crowd or not.”
He licks his lips and growls seductively up at you, pulling you onto the bike behind him. “You got it, boss!” With only a smug salute at the amused crowd, he fires up the hoverbike and roars off into the horizon. Fuck the coffee run, he’s got a mistress to fuck silly.
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.
Lúcio just apologizing to the baby and crying even though they don’t understand. He wishes he had made their incubation more meaningful and he hopes they don’t hate him for it when they get older.
What if that’s the first time Lúcio strikes reader too??? Like reader gets too close and Lúcio gets defensive so he lashes out and bites reader. Reader is so shocked and hurt that he would do that and they don’t know what to do. 😢
Lúcio had seen so many children. Cared for so many children. Loved so many children. His heart has been broken in so many ways. Having fostered hatchlings ripped away from them, being forced to incubate clutch after clutch hoping he’ll finally have a family of his own. He hopped from owner to owner, each wanting the same thing from him. He heard you usually go numb after enough heartbreak, but he never got that blessing. Each instance hurt just as much as the last, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
He finds a new home with you, and things seem… okay at first. Then there comes a day when you present him with a single egg. You explain it had been abandoned since it was smaller than the other eggs of the clutch and you asked him if he could incubate it. Strange. His other owners never really asked before. Just forced the eggs on him. He agreed anyway since this was the only thing he really knew any more, but he clearly wasn’t excited about it.
You’ve heard bits and pieces about Lúcio’s past so you knew where the anxiety was coming from. As he placed the egg in his coils, you chime in, mentioning that if the egg survives you intend to keep the child. Lúcio doesn’t believe you.
Throughout the process, Lúcio seems less than enthused. He rarely even looks at the egg, likely trying to limit any kind of emotional connection. You knew this wouldn’t be good for the baby, so again you remind him and encourage him to get close to the egg. He needs to bond with the egg so the child has an easier time bonding with him when it hatches. Still, he doesn’t believe you.
The time comes for the egg to hatch, and Lúcio can’t help but watch as the infant naga breaks free from the shell and begins to cry. Hesitantly, he reaches out to grab the baby and pull it out of the egg. He cradles it and looks into the baby’s tearful eyes. He was in love. But, of course, he sees you step in to see the baby. You whine and ask why you didn’t tell him it was hatching. You missed it!!! Dang it!!
Lúcio’s grip on the baby tightens slightly, but he doesn’t fight when you reach out to take the baby from him. You wipe the baby down, gently coo and tickle the baby under their chin, then hand the baby right back to Lúcio.
The naga is stunned. He looks at the baby, then you. Hope glistens in his eyes.
“I told you,” you remind him with a giggle. “We’re keeping the baby. They’re all yours. Ours. I’m making sure you’re never used as a heating pad ever again, okay? Now love the baby for pete’s sake, can’t you hear it crying?”
Tears immediately well in Lúcio’s eyes as he looks back down at the baby. He quietly shushes it and rocks it back and forth.
“There there…” He looks up to you, seeking some kind of permission before looking back to the baby. “Daddy’s here. You’re okay.”
Lúcio made quite an improvement since the last of the hatchlings were adopted. It took a lot of coaxing, but he has managed to smile again and is more receptive to affection again. After a somewhat steamy evening, you decide to test out a hunch of yours… You grab a test at the local pharmacy and find out that you are pregnant with Lúcio’s child. It would be difficult, but you think you’re finally ready and able to take care of a child, so you choose to keep it. Won’t Lúcio be surprised.
You catch him lounging in the sun with his long tail stretched out and tell him the good news, to which Lúcio shoots up and looks at you then your belly with concern in his eyes. What’s with that expression?
With a trembling hand, he reaches out and touches your belly. He looks up to you with tears in his eyes and asks, “Are you going to give this one away too?”
Lúcio craddled three eggs in the bindings of his tail, eyeing them lovingly and cooing as he traced his finger over the warm shells. The eggs moved occasionally, and he could tell they would hatch soon. He was so excited to meet the little babies. To love them, care for them, and raise them with you. He just wished they’d hatch sooner!
A few hours went by and suddenly Lúcio heard the first crack. Urgently, Lúcio picked up each egg and inspected them until he found the one with a noticeable crack. There was movement behind the shell. Little fists stretching out and trying to beat their way out. Lúcio calls out to you, letting you know that it’s time and you hurriedly gather the necessary supplies to tend to the babies once they’ve hatched.
It was a rather slow process. The babies struggled to break through the shells and as much as the two of you wanted to help, you knew it was better to let them do it on their own. As each baby broke free, you lifted them up from their eggs and used a towel to rub off the amniotic fluid, checked for any abnormalities, then handed them to Lúcio to cradle in his arms.
Their florescent, shiny tails whipped around as they wailed and screeched with their first breaths. For the two of you, the sound of their cries was beautiful. The both of you teared up as you got a good look at the newly hatched babies. Lúcio leaned down to give each of them a kiss, and you held out a finger for one of them to take hold of.
“Hello! Hello babies! Oh my goodness, hello!” Lúcio whispered, feeling overwhelmed with elation as he gazed at each beautiful child. Three naga babies was a bit much for him though, so he handed one off to you. You gladly took the baby in your arms and gently rocked it to get the infant to calm down.
You watch Lúcio as he nuzzles his face into the babies, tongue darting out to take in their scent and scent them with his own.
“Look at the babies… Look at our babies,” Lúcio says between sobs.
You nod. “Aren’t they precious?” you reply.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been more in love,” he says. “I mean, besides when I met you of course.”
Good save.
You scootch closer to Lúcio and press a kiss to his cheeks, assuring him the two of you will make great parents. Parents these orphaned babies need. Lúcio openly weeps at this, frantically nodding his head in agreement. What a sweetie. Looks like you have FOUR babies to take care of.
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