Assuming the OW men allow you outside, would they want you to carry around something that belonged to them (i.e Mccree's sarape or Hanzo's dragons)? Lol, can you imagine walking around Tokyo with two dragons following you around.
Oh definitely, you know those possessive sociopathic assholes don’t care how ridiculous you look, they want to make sure that everyone knows you belong to them.
Dark!Hanzo:
On the rare occasions that you’re allowed to leave the castle, yes, he most definitely will have you carry around those two dragons.
We’re not talking about cute little noodle dragons that you can pass off as toys or scarfs.
No, they’re both about the sizes of Great Danes just following you around, hissing at anyone who tries to come close.
If someone's gaze lingers a little too long you, they’re ready to pounce at a moments notice.
Also, anything and anyone that you interact with that isn’t them get reported back to Hanzo, so expect to be punished for smiling a little longer than you were supposed to at the cute cashier.
“Did you have a good time acting like a whore?” Hanzo says, rubbing the red welts on your ass, making you flinch as you lay across his lap. “Maybe next time you won’t be so eager to spread your legs for the common folk.”
Dark!McCree:
Jesse will leave you his sarape if he knows he’ll be gone longer than an hour, wanting to make sure that you won’t forget him anytime soon.
Hell, there’s even been some occasions when he’s left you his hat.
Yes, he expects you to wear it, it doesn’t matter to him how ridiculous you look, people have to know that you’re taken.
You hate the fact that he has his fellow Blackwatch friends keeping tabs on you, taking pictures of you walking through the halls throughout the day to make sure you’re wearing it.
So, don’t be surprised if you receive a surprise phone call from McCree if you happen to be caught not without the familiar cloth around your shoulders.
“Darlin,” Jesse drawled through the other side of the phone. You fought the temptation to roll your eyes, knowing that someone might send him a picture of that too. “It’s funny how you conveniently forget to do these small favors for me. Just like how I conveniently forget not to share those videos of you on your knees to the whole organization.”
Dark!Reaper:
Even though you’re never allowed to leave his room, he still likes to leave you behind wearing something of his from days past, a beanie.
Although you admit to yourself that is warm and soft, the fact that your captor purrs with happiness when seeing you wear it, makes you cringe.
While he’s gone, he demands constant updates from you, preferably pictures, with you wearing nothing but the hat.
You’ve quickly learned that it’s better to do as he says, whether he’s in the room or out on a mission.
But don’t worry, Reaper can’t wait to get home and surround you with more than just his hat.
“Here I am, having to leave again when you’ve been so good lately,” he says, watching as the beanie slowly begins to slip off your head with how hard the tendril of mist is pumping in and out of your cunt. Your half-lidded eyes can barely focus on him as he pulls the material down and over your eyes, completely blocking out the little light there was. “How about I leave you with something more to remember me by?”
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So @strikecommandher recently posted a HC about Farmer!Jack as a dad, and it's been awhile since I've been wondering your HCs for the OW men as fathers. How would the Reader react to her growing kids? Would you give them unconditional love? Confess the reality of your situation with their father? Would the OW men even give you a chance? Or would you be content with them by then? And what about when the kids become teens? Would they find out by themselves and support you? (1/2)
First, let me thank you for being so patient with me while I got these out! I love your asks, and I’m sorry these took so long to answer. I wanted to do it for all the guys, but I hit a mini roadblock in my head.
But I hope you like what I have!
Dark!Doomfist
Akande is the type of father who loves to show off the accomplishments of all his children.
He’ll make sure to get his children involved in all types of advanced courses and sports.
Praises them every chance he gets.
They’ll never go without their father’s attention.
Of course, you’ll be the devoted stay-at-home wife raising the kids.
You would never think about telling them the monster that their father becomes when they go to bed.
You couldn’t imagine every breaking their hearts, plus you have a feeling the Akande would turn your children on you if you tried.
Dark!Gabriel
Coming from a big family himself, he expects you to give him the same.
You were against it at first, never wanting a child to begin with but you don’t have much say in the matter when you find out that you’re pregnant with twins.
They’re identical twins boys, who look like miniature versions of their father, with the same temperament as well.
However much you hate their father, you grow to love them, telling them every day and how you adore having them in your life.
Gabriel will berate you in front of them when they're younger, a broad smile on his face, so they never think anything is wrong. But once they begin to talk, he has to stop since they repeat everything he says.
He is very involved in their activities and schooling though, making sure that their homework is complete before sending them off to bed. He makes sure they’re fast asleep before he returns to the bedroom, so they don’t have to hear the muffled screams that ring out throughout the night.
Dark!Hanzo
He is very much the stern father that you believed he would be.
The children would never want for anything, but he does make them earn his respect.
Plus, as leader of the Shimada clan, it’s only reasonable that they idolize him.
When they’re younger, it’s easy for Hanzo to make the children favor him more than you.
He enjoys the way he can see your heartbreak every time they choose to hang out with him instead of you, their boring mother who never leaves the castle grounds.
Hanzo would never talk badly or strike you in front of them, but they can see from the way you react to their father that not everything is at it seems.
However, as they get older, they get curious and begin asking questions on why you’re never allowed to leave the estate without their father and how you got certain scars on your body.
Hanzo is quick to tell them how you lived a life of recklessness before they came into the world.
You can only smile sadly as you hold your youngest child in your lap, while their father tells them tales about how you loved to antagonize the dragons by continually disobeying them, and if they didn’t want to end up like you that they should listen to their elders.
Dark!McCree
As much as you despise the man, even you have to admit the fact that you couldn’t have asked for a better father for your children.
Jesse’s a great dad. The best kind of dad.
He’s the type of dad who loves spending time with his children and playing catch with them.
The fact that he’s dressed as a cowboy doesn’t even phase the kids. Instead, they beg for their own Stetson boots and hats.
Granted, they don’t have to beg too hard because Jesse is more than happy at the fact that they take after him, much to your dismay.
Jesse would give them the moon if they asked for it and he’d be willing to provide you with the same if only your eyes didn’t betray your hatred of him anytime the two of you were alone.
Still, he musters through it, preferring to teach you a lesson or two behind closed doors.
He still drinks his whiskey, and on his bad days, you send the children to their rooms so you can deal with daddy.
Oh, and he’d 100% have you call him daddy morning, noon, and night.
Question! Which of the dark! Boys would be into period sex? Like either it helps with the cramps or they're getting some even if their S/O is on the rag?
Sorry for the lack of updates this weekend, I was actually on my period and wasn’t in the mood to write. I just wanted to lay in bed, watch Friends, play some Metal Gear, and Overwatch. However, I really wanted to answer these two as soon as possible, so enjoy!!!
Dark!Reaper:
To him, there's nothing like waking up to the scent of blood in the morning, especially when it’s yours.
It makes no difference to him on whether or not you’re awake because as soon as he realizes that you’re on your period, he’ll waste no time diving between your legs.
There’s no use in trying to stop him as he greedily laps up the red liquid.
Reaper refuses to let a drop of you go to waste, not caring if the blood is dirty or not.
In fact, for him, it tastes even sweeter that way. It’s a treat that doesn’t come that often.
He’ll make you come several times before he even thinks about pulling away.
Even then, he’ll slowly kiss up your slit, stomach, and chest; leaving trails of crimson over your skin before stopping at your cheeks.
You gag at the scent of your blood, and he emits a cruel laugh, the red painting his teeth match his eyes as he stares down at you.
“Amor,” he practically purrs as he licks his lips, “I love it when you make me breakfast in bed.”
Dark!McCree:
It’s not that he hates it when you get your period, it’s that he hates the fact that means you aren’t pregnant.
He couldn’t give a shit about your cramps either, preferring to tell you how you deserve it.
However, as the day goes on and he sees how uncomfortable you are, he decides to ease up on your torment.
Jesse will waste no time as all to push you on your back admiring the look of your flushed body before spreading your legs.
He gives a low whistle as he stares at your sex, admiring the deep red that coats your outer folds.
You have little time to brace yourself before he thrusts himself inside you in one smooth motion.
The blood coating your walls is a perfect lubricant for his thick cock as he sets a fervent and fast pace.
He glances down between your bodies and loudly moans your name while watching his shaft continuously disappear into a sea of red.
His grip on your hips is painful, but at least it distracts from the cramps, and it isn’t long before his pumps turn shallow, and he spills himself inside you.
“Shit, darlin’,” he mumbles and pulls out, eyes still downcast, watching his milky substance leak out with your red one. “You’ve made such a mess.”
Babe. BABE. Please keep the Thicc Cowboy daddy train going. I can think of nothing else than this stacked boi rawdoggin me to the point of complete mind breaking submission. I have a mighty need!
Bruh, me too!!!
Imagine feeling the thick hair on Jesse’s chest rubbing against your smooth back while he slowly turns you onto your stomach, letting his oversized frame practically consume your own smaller one.
Your breath catches in your throat when his hands slowly run up your side; coarse fingertips dance across your skin until they reach your breasts. His beard rubs against your over sensitive skin, hungry lips trailing slow, fervent kisses along the back of your neck; as if he hadn’t marked you enough.
He hasn’t even started yet, and you’re already panting his name, fingers grasping onto the sheets. You feel him smirk against your skin, proud of the reaction he’s getting.
“Yer doin’ so much better than last time,” he groans against you, hips still lazily pumping his cock between your thighs, making sure that your juices continue to flow around his cock. Your face flushes as you remember your predicament and just as you open your mouth for a witty retort he pinches your nipples, pulling a needy wanton moan out instead.
Jesse lets out a dark chuckle and, oh fuck, does that feel good. You can feel the vibrations from his laughter travel from his chest into your own. You move your face from the pillow and turn to face him, only to have him lean over and place a sickly tender kiss on your temple.
You want to scream and fight back, but every time the head of his cock pushes against your clit, you lose your will to disobey. His hands give your breasts one more rough squeeze before moving them down to your hips.
“Now, you just be a good girl for ol’ McCree here,” he says against your ear, voice so full of lust you can’t help but moan, “And I’ll be sure to make you feel real good, darlin’.”
You can only nod your head in response as he pulls away to reposition himself and you’re already missing his body on yours. Pulling your hips flush against him, he spreads your cheeks before pressing his thick member against your entrance.
“Well, would ya look at that,” Jesse says with a smile, “I’m still spillin outta ya. Don’t worry, sugar. Daddy’s gonna give you more.”
He lets out a low hiss as he begins to push himself inside your warmth lowly. His hands grip your ass even tighter, and he watches his cock disappear inside your hole. His girth is massive and you’re for once grateful that his cum and your wetness lubricate your walls.
“O-Oh fuck, baby,” he groans, finally telling go of your ass once he’s all the way inside. You decide to tease him by rolling your hips on his, but that only earns you a swift slap to your ass from his metal hand. “Don’t get too cocky now,” he snorts at his sick joke, “I’m the one in control here. Best you remember that.”
His hips pulled back almost all the way before slamming back into you, making you yelp as he sets a slow and brutal pace. His brawny mass doesn’t help with his already powerful pumps, and before you know it, you’re trying to find something to hold onto as the headboard slams into the wall.
Soon, his body is on top of yours once more as he braces himself on one arm, the metal one making its way between your body and the sheets to begin rubbing at your clit. The heat of his body is intense against yours, and you can’t tell if it’s your sweat or his that drips off of you.
“That’s it,” he says, your walls clenching even tighter against him as his fingers begin to pulse. You scream his name, back arching as much as it can into the bed. “Scream my name.”
The bed creaks even louder, and you’re scared that it might break as he continues to drive himself even deeper inside. His thrusts are almost violent, and you swear you can see stars as he brushes up against your sweet spot.
“Shit, so fuckin’ tight. So fuckin’ good.”
You can only moan and sob his name whenever his cock hits your cervix; drool drips down your chin every flick of his metal hand against your clit. Suddenly, your orgasm hits and Jesse’s name echoes in the dark room. He continues rubbing your nub, enjoying your body twitching underneath him and soon he comes as well.
His seed feels heavy inside your womb as he keeps pumping, your walls pulsing around him with every additional thrust of his hips. Only when he’s good and ready does he finally remove his hand, but keeps you plugged with his cock inside.
“Darlin’, A man could get used to a pussy like that,” he says, peppering kisses up and down your neck and shoulders. The two of you lay there for some time, his lips still on your skin as he whispers small praises.
Jesse is the first to fall asleep, his light snores and breathing tickle your neck. You try and move from underneath him, but instead, two strong arms wrap around your waist, and he moves onto his side, taking you with him. His thick leg quickly wrapping around both of yours.
You know it’s futile to try to get out of his grasp, so instead, you close your eyes and relax. Before long, your breathing matches his, and you finally find the rest you're looking for in the arms of a cowboy.
What would the dark!overwatch men do if they were told their pregnant captive needed to keep relaxed and no sex for the safety of the baby?
Dark!Jesse:
He’d be completely bummed and disappointed, but he’d understand.
To make up for the lack of sex, he'd make sure that all your needs are met.
Practically carries you everywhere, whether it’s the kitchen or the bathroom, your feet rarely touch the floor.
Speaking of bathrooms, he’ll bathe you as well, much to your dismay.
Although he won’t hurt you while pregnant, his grip on your arm as you wriggle away from him, warns you that you’re still supposed to obey him.
He knows the doctor said “no sex” but that only means penetration right?
Almost every night he’ll still be between your legs, eating you out to his heart’s content.
You’ll beg him to stop after your 4th orgasm, but he’s relentless.
“Ya know, this is your fault, darlin,” he says while finally lifting his head a bit to look up at you, “You just taste so damn good when you’re knocked up.”
Dark!Hanzo:
He’s a little disappointed that he won’t be able to have sex with you, but he’ll never show it.
Puts out an immediate order for guards to watch your door and a maid on hand 24/7.
Any and all needs you are immediately taken care of, and I’m talking about anything and everything. Whatever craving you have, Hanzo's on it. Need your feet rubbed because they’re swollen? He’s got someone on that ASAP.
He demands that you are never to be out of someone’s sight and if he catches you out of bed walking to the restroom, he’ll punish whoever was supposed to be watching you.
You think this is too much and feel more stressed out than before and he notices that as well.
At the end of the night, he’ll order everyone to leave so it will just be the two of you and suddenly you wish that everyone was back.
“Don’t worry, pet,” he says, your legs on his shoulders and his mouth close to your warmth. “I’ll make sure to relieve your tension.”
Dark!Jack Morrison:
Perfect. On bedrest is where Jack would prefer you to be, that way he can keep a constant eye on you.
He knows you can’t escape and if you tried, he wouldn’t hesitate to secure you to the bed to make sure you can’t get up without his help.
Loves running his hands all along your stomach, feeling your child growing inside.
Keeps asking you if you think they’ll be a boy or a girl and you have to try and grin through the disgust growing in the pit of your stomach when answering him.
Even though you can’t have penetrative sex, his cock would be tracing the outline of your mouth as soon as he’s home.
If you’re asleep, it’s even better for him. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve woken up to his cock halfway down your throat.
“Shh...it’s okay, sweetheart,” he groans out, one hand reaching out to pet your hair as he slides further down your throat, relishing in the feeling of you struggling beneath him, “Daddy’s home.”
Dark!Gabriel Reyes:
Not a fucking problem.
Won’t hesitate to cuff you immediately to the bed.
Even though you beg and plead that you’ll be a good girl and won’t try to run again, he’s not having it.
Like all the other guys, he’ll also make sure that you never want for anything.
His favorite thing to do when he gets home from work is to settle in between your legs and lay his head on your stomach, hearing the heartbeat of the child inside.
Sometimes if he comes back in a particularly good mood, he’ll let you out of the cuffs and carry you to the living room so you can have a change of scenery.
But on the days that he comes back in a bad mood, he’ll slam the door to the room shut before approaching you.
The fear in your eyes as he crawls between your legs spurs him on, and he only stops when he feels the heat of your mound on his mouth.
“No te preocupes, mi amor,” he growls before yanking your panties to the side, his eyes widening at the juices that had already begun to gather. “If you’re good, I’ll let you cum this time…”
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How would Dark! Overwatch men act holding their long awaited baby for the first time. Son or daughter, your choice.
M’lord, theeeeeeese were supposed to headcanooooooooooons!!
Jesse McCree:
Jesse wouldn’t stop asking questions and pacing the entire time you were in labor; the doctor almost threw him out. Luckily, the delivery went off without a hitch, your screaming daughter joining the world after one final push. The nurses were quick to wrap her pink blanket and hand her over to you.
She had a mess of brown hair sitting atop her head already, courtesy of her father, her eyes wide as she took in her surroundings.
Even though he was right next to you, Jesse hadn’t said a peep since she was born, and you only remembered he was there when you heard his breath catch in his throat as their eyes locked onto each other. Although you were hesitant, you turned to him and asked if he would like to hold her.
That seemed to snap him out of his daze, and he swallowed thickly before nodding. As much as you disliked him for what he’d done to you, even you couldn’t help find his nervousness adorable.
You hand her over to him, and he gently cradles her with his metal arm, his other hand runs a finger gently along her red puffy face. She instinctively reaches out to grab it and succeeds, quickly bringing up to her mouth to try and suckle, only to start crying when nothing gave.
“She’s the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, voice slightly cracking, when she wriggles in his hold, letting out angry snorts. He chuckles softly at her, and she responds by tightening the grip on his finger. “Hm, she’s strong too.”
He rocks her for a bit, but she seemed insistent on trying to milk his finger as she moved it to her mouth again. “Hungry little fella, ain’t ya?”
“She gets that from you,” you tease while he hands you back to her so she could feed.
“Ya did such a good job, darlin’,” he says, petting the brunette child in your arms.
You respond with a hum and a nod, wincing when she latched on and quickly bit down, “Ow!”
“Though I gotta say,” Jesse said, smiling as he ran a thumb along her chubby cheeks, “It was so much fun making this one, I can’t wait to start on the rest.”
Hanzo Shimada:
Though no one could tell it from the serene look on his face as he let you hold his hand through another contraction, Hanzo Shimada was a nervous wreck. It as if the newest member of the Shimada clan was all too eager to send him to an early grave when your water broke two weeks early.
You tried to breathe through the contractions, remembering the labor classes Hanzo had made you take, but it barely felt like it was working. Tossing your head back, you gave one last push, and before you knew it, Kosuke entered the world. He was quiet, only letting out a small wail before the doctor gave him to the nurses.
Finally letting go of Hanzo’s hand, he stood and walked over to the nurses to observe them, saying nothing as they called out his vitals and measurements. You almost felt sorry for them as you took this time to let yourself relax after the doctor cleaned you up.
At one point, Kosuke did let out a tiny grunt when they turned him over, and you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped when Hanzo shot them a glare. You smiled as the nurses handed him over to you; Hanzo at her heels, watching her every moment.
“Would you like to hold him?” you asked, patting the spot next to you. He took the invitation and sat down; his body turned towards yours.
“You did an exceptional job, pet,” Hanzo said while taking the child, his arm glowing blue, announcing the appearance of the dragons. They quickly swirl around Kosuke, making their assessment of him and chittering among one another.
Kosuke is silent as he watches them and even tries to reach out to grab them. Fortunately, they’re too quick for him, and his face scrunches in displeasure. Slowly, his silence is replaced by whimpers as they continue to evade him, and soon his tiny hands are balled into little fists, before letting out a loud wail.
The dragons quickly panic at the sounds of his screams and disappear back into Hanzo’s arm, making the two of you deal with the aftermath. Hanzo tries to shush him and rocks to calm him down, but it’s no use. However, you let another laugh escape while watching Hanzo’s brow scrunched up in worry at your son.
His eyes are quick to meet yours, and the displeasure at your reaction is evident in his voice as he speaks, “What’s so funny?”
“It’s just that the two of you make the same face when you’re upset,” you say, watching Kosuke turn even more of a beet color while screaming. You hold out your arms to take him.
The comment makes him smile, and it’s hard for your heart not to skip a beat as you look at him. Once Kosuke is back in your arms, his cries stop almost immediately as you smile down at him.
“He’s so perfect,” you whisper as you place a kiss on his forehead. And to you he was. Kosuke was completely worth the hell that Hanzo had put you through for all those months. He was more than you could have ever asked for.
“You know, with Kosuke here, at least I won’t be so lonely when you’re out for business,” you say, turning to Hanzo only to see that he’s no longer looking at the two of you. Instead, he’s looking to the side, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. You’ve never seen him like this before, and it worries you slightly. Placing a hand on his you ask, “Is everything alright?”
He clears his throat before speaking, dark eyes locking onto yours. “It’s nothing, pet,” he says, squeezing your hand before pulling it away to cup your face. “I was just thinking on how good of a mother you’ll be.”
You smile back and lean into his touch. Hanzo rewards you with another smile before leaning down to take your lips in a kiss. It’s gradual at first until his tongue swipes along the seam of your mouth, demanding entrance. You obediently open for him, and he groans when your tongue slips into his instead. His hand moves to the back of your head and pulls you deeper into the kiss.
Suddenly, a sharp cry rang out, and the two of you are reminded of the fussy child in your arms. You reluctantly pulled away first and looked down towards Kosuke, leaving Hanzo to lick the remaining taste of you off his lips before joining the two of you as well.
A sad smile crosses his face as he watched you nurse him. Knowing full well that once you left the hospital, Kosuke would be taken from you. Still, he said nothing. Opting to enjoy the only small bought of happiness that you would have until you gave him another child.
Gabriel Reyes:
“It’s okay, jefe,” McCree said when he heard the Blackwatch Commander let out another huff in annoyance. “She’ll be fine. Good old’ Angela’s in charge of her.”
The delivery had gotten complicated, and Angela had made anyone who didn’t have a medical degree leave the room. Gabriel had been extremely reluctant to go until you assured him for the thousandth time that you’d be okay.
Since then, he’d spent the last 10 minutes pacing outside the door of the delivery room, only stopping whenever he’d hear you scream from inside. He couldn’t help but think how similar it sounded whenever you’d beg him to stop, and if he wasn’t so worried, he might have felt guilty.
Gabriel grew even more impatient as the seconds ticked, eventually getting tired of Jesse's constant reassurances, ordering him to go down to the cafeteria and get him some coffee instead. Jesse let out a heavy sigh and obliged him, putting on his hat as he walked away, leaving his boss to pace some more.
Soon after, the sounds of a screaming child echoed in the other room, and Gabriel stopped in his tracks. He held his breath, heart beating loudly in his ears as he turned towards the door. It felt like an eternity passed before Angela opened the door, greeting him with a smile.
“Congratulations, Gabriel,” she said stepping back to let him in. “It’s a girl!”
He exhaled loudly before his face broke out into a huge grin. Even though he’d just been pacing the floor non-stop, his feet still felt like lead as he walked into the room. Even laying there covered in sweat, face flushed from the delivery, you managed to smile at him as he slowly approached.
He didn’t deserve you, he thought. After, everything that he’d put you through and what he would put you through, you still managed to smile for him.
Finally, he reached your bedside and crouched beside you. “Esta bella,” he said, swallowing as his daughter's dark eyes stared at him. “She looks just like you.”
“She has your eyes though,” you say, smiling as she loudly yawns before returning to squirming her eyes out of the blanket. “Would you like to hold her?” you suddenly ask, catching Gabriel off guard.
He nods in return and holds out his arms as you pass her over. She whimpers and pouts as soon as she’s exchanged, not at all liking being passed around.
“Shh. You’re okay, cielito,” Gabriel coos, smiling down while she continues pouting. “She’s got some fire in her.”
“Hm,” you say, wincing as you reposition yourself. The drugs must be wearing off because suddenly you begin to feel more pain than before. “She gets that from you.”
He doesn’t bother to look at you when he responds; eyes transfixed on his pride and joy. “You’re with me, cariño. I think she gets that resilience from you.”
Your smile disappears almost as quickly as the medication in your system when he says that. His soft Spanish phrases fade into the background when you realize that now you’re stuck with him as if you weren’t before.
He turns to you just in time to watch you wipe away a tear. His features turn from happy to concern in seconds, and he takes a seat next to you. “Que te pasa?” he asks while rocking your child.
Sniffling, you shake your head and answer, “Nothing.” He reaches out and places a hand on your thigh, squeezing tightly. You hold back a whimper. “It’s nothing bad. It’s just-just tears of happiness.” Satisfied with your response, he broke into a smile again, and a dark cloud that you hadn’t even realized was there lifted.
Swallowing loudly, you placed your small hand over his large one, your thumb rubbing circles over his dark skin. “I was just thinking about how we’re a real family now,” you say, looking at your daughter, and laughed as she made a small screeching noise before sucking on her hand.
“I guess she’s hungry,” Gabriel says as he hands her back to you, watching with interest as you pull your robe down to feed her.
Suddenly, he pulled you both against him into a hug a tight hug, making you freeze in place. He placed kisses up and down your head, murmuring words of praises and silent thanks in between before pulling away to rest his forehead and against yours.
“You’re right, mi alma. We are a real family now.”
QUESTION!!! Which of your dark boys would appreciate a chub/thick gal to make their toy. Someone they can't as easily dominate simply because they're not that small? Would they appreciate the chub? Or shame them for it?? (I love your blog, keep up the great work!!!)
Dark!McCree:
Jesse would love your thickness and appreciate every single curve and stretch mark on your body.
He’d enjoy the feeling of your weight as he picked you up and carry you into your bedroom.
It makes him feel powerful when he can quickly flip and bend your body to whatever position he wants.
His fingers would dig further into your flesh, the bruises lingering for days after, as he thrust harder and harder inside you.
He’d make you come multiple times, ignoring your begs to stop, he’ll push you over the ledge one final time before spilling inside you.
“Goddamn, darlin. Yer so fuckin gorgeous. Stay like this forever with me.”
Dark!Doomfist:
This man is crazy for the way you look and he doesn’t care what anyone else thinks, to him you’re more than perfect.
Akande adores the challenge you present to him when he takes you at night.
He likes to see how long you can hold out before finally giving in to his demands.
He loves to grab handfuls of your ass while he fucks you, enjoying the feeling of how well you fit him.
To keep things interesting, he’ll try different positions with you every night. His personal favorite is fucking you against the wall.
“You say you don’t want it, but the way you cling around my cock says otherwise.”
Dark!Junkrat:
Loves the chub!
He especially loves the size difference between the two of you, finding you an actual challenge to fuck instead of all the other whores in Junkertown.
He may look lanky but don’t let that fool you. Otherwise, you’ll find yourself pressed against a wall in a dark alley with him thrusting himself to the hilt.
The sounds of his hips meeting your ass with every pump resonates in the dirty alley, and he’s quick to smack your ass to make you moan.
He’ll maniacally laugh when you come, loving how you arch your back to press your ass further into him.
“That’s right, sheila. I know ya want this, I can feel ya soaking me down to my balls.”
So I’m still finishing up a couple of commissions, but I had to take a break because this amazing picture by @spearfrost has me shook. In fact, it shook me so much that I had to write this small McCree x Reader fic for it.
You had been looking forward to getting assigned this mission by Commander Reyes. It was right up your alley, requiring you to hack into Vishkar’s growing organization. Everyone knew that their company was getting their funding from some unsolicited source, but no one knew what that source was.
You had wanted this mission since you first heard about it, and you were sure that it would be yours. You were the best hacker in Blackwatch, and you knew their systems better than anyone else. Imagine your surprise when the mission was assigned to none other than Jesse McCree. Again.
You let out a curse as your friends, Tera and Jaimie, gave you the news. This mission wasn’t the first that you had been passed over for Jesse, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last time.
“It’s okay. I’m sure you’ll get the next one,” Tera says as she reaches out to pat your shoulder. The two of them were facing you and had been expressing their apologies for the last couple of minutes. They knew how much you were looking forward to this mission.
“I mean, but why McCree?!” you huff. “He doesn’t even look like he can unlock his phone, much less try and hack into the Vishkar system.”
Your friends nod in agreement before suddenly both going wide-eyed and still, not that you noticed, still too upset from the news.
“I guess being Commander Reyes’s bitch does have its perks,” you finish before finally noting the look of horror on their faces. “What’s wrong?”
“So I’m Reyes’ bitch, am I?” comes a voice from behind. The deep southern drawl was unmistakable, and your mouth dropped open when you realized your mistake
Jesse suddenly stepped next to you, an arm wrapping around both your shoulders as he begins to lean on you. Acting as if the two of you were friends and he didn’t just catch you talking shit about him behind his back. You’re too ashamed to glance his way, and you’re sure that he gives your friends some look that had them both quickly excusing themselves.
He gives your shoulder a sharp squeeze before speaking, “So you mind telling me what that was all about?”
You take a deep breath and close your eyes before speaking, “We were talking about how it was unfair that you got assigned the Vishkar mission when it was supposed to be mine.” You gathered some more courage and shook him off of you, finally turning around to face him before adding more. “I was also about to note the fact that ever since you came here, Reyes has assigned you, of all people, the best missions.”
Jesse says nothing as he looks down at you, his brown eyes trained on yours, and eventually, he starts laughing. You let out another huff and stomp your foot, frustrated that he was making fun of you.
“This isn’t funny, McCree! I'm serious when I say that you follow around Reyes like some lost puppy. I think he takes pity on you!”
His continued laughs are obnoxious to your ears, a reminder of how your petty complaints and insults don’t even phase him.
“I’m sorry, darlin,” he says between snickers, “You’re just too cute to take seriously.”
“Fuck you, McCree,” you say before turning around and walking away, his chuckles still ringing in your ears as you turn the corner. After a minute or two, you hear a familiar set of spurs behind you, and you’re forced to turn around as Jesse grabs your arm.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry for laughing so hard,” Jesse says, a huge grin still on his face as you try and get away from him. “How about a wager then.”
You cock an eyebrow at him as he finally lets you go. “What kind of wager?”
“So you think you’re so deserving of this Vishakar mission, right? I’ll let you have it. If…”
“If, what?” he certainly has your interest now.
“If ya can beat me in a sparring match.”
You squint your eyes at him. “You can’t be serious.”
“As a heart attack. Now if ya don’t want it,” Jesse says while putting his hands up in defeat, “I can understand. You probably don’t have what it takes,” and turns around to begin walking away.
“Wait!” you called out, and he stopped. “If I beat you, you’ll hand the assignment over...no problem?”
He turns back around to look at you to give you a single nod.
“What about Reyes?”
“How ‘bout you let me handle ol’ Reyes,” he responds while motioning you to follow him.
You scoff and follow him, “Figures you would.”
If he heard your remark, he said nothing while leading you to an empty training room. You both begin to take off your armor, ensuring an even match, and you step onto the mat. Jesse stood there as cool and collected as ever, a small smirk on his face as he watches you try to read him.
God, he infuriated you so much. His good looks and sweet talk got him far in this organization, and it didn’t help the fact that he was at Reyes’s beck and call. You wanted nothing more than to punch the smirk off his perfectly chiseled face. Wait, what? You shook the thought from your head and lunged towards him
Jesse quickly sidestepped it and turned around to face you as you tried to regain your balance,
“Did ya think an amateur move like that is going to take down the Commander’s bitch?”
This time you faked to the left and were able to manage a punch to his side, yet he barely flinched at the impact. A dark gleam crossed his eyes as he began to circle you and a small chuckle left his lips as his teasing started again, “So tell me darlin’, do ya think I’m the bitch when ya can’t even take me down?”
If he was trying to make you mad, it was working. You huffed in annoyance as he went for you this time. He went for a punch only instead to knock you on your ass as he kicked your legs out from under you.
“So if I’m the bitch,” he says as you land on your back. Jesse wasted no time on straddling your chest and began moving his knees to under your armpits, prohibiting you from moving your arms. “What does that make you?’
“Fuck you, Jesse McCree. You’re nothing but Reyes’s bitch and always will be,” you spat out as you wriggle underneath him.
He laughs loudly once again and places his hands on each of your wrists, pinning them by your head. You try to kick your legs to gain any leverage, but you still when you see a flash of red in his eyes, and he stops laughing. However, that shit eating grin is still plastered on his face as he hovers inches over your own.
“Woof.”
You whimper as his lips crashed into yours and an involuntary shiver runs through your body as he growls against it, demanding entrance. You comply and slowly open for him, and he releases another moan in appreciation. His tongue fights for dominance in your mouth as his shaggy hair tickles your face, and he tightens the grip on your wrist as a warning to concede.
You feel an ache grow between your legs as and you slowly relax under him. He sucks on your tongue for a bit before finally pulling away. You release a whimper at the loss of contact, and he shushes you as he slowly begins to leave a trail of kisses from cheek to ear.
He nibbles on it for a bit before whispering into your ear, his deep drawl making you forget about the reason you’re in this situation in the first place, “Now, I need to teach ya a lesson, but first you gotta listen to what I say. Got it?”
You nod your head, and he continues, “On your front.”
Jesse releases your hands and slowly gets off your chest, eyes practically glaring at you when you shakily turn around onto your stomach. He wastes no time draping his body over yours, his face pressed against yours as his stubble rubs up against you, and his hands quickly move under your body to begin working on your belt.
“Just stay still for me, doll. Let McCree show you just how much of a bitch he is.”
Another whimper leaves your lips as he pulls down your pants to your thighs, taking your underwear with them. Your ass is exposed to the cold air of the room, and he sits up to admire the view beneath him.
“Damn, girlie,” he murmurs under his breath as he spreads your cheeks to find your slit already wet. “Ya want this don’t ya?”
You hear the clinks as he begins to undo his belt and can’t help the small moan that escapes your lips as a finger runs up your slip.
“For such big talk earlier, I didn’t expect ya to be so eager for me. Such a slut.”
You let out a choked sob when he drapes himself back over you, his cock ready at your entrance.
“McCree, ple-”
“Now, don’t you start that. You’re the one who’s all bark and no bite,” reprimands Jesse as he pulls your hips up to meet his and slowly begins to push his thick cock through your sensitive walls.
Blinking back tears you try to ignore the searing pain running through your body as he forces himself inside. Your hand reaches out to grab at something as a searing pain runs through you, but he quickly covers your small hand with his large one, fingers entwining in yours.
He hadn’t bothered preparing you at all, but the feeling of his entire length inside you had you feeling you full as he finally hilted inside your warmth. Your body wasted no time in lubricating itself as his hips begin to slowly rock into you. Small pants and moans leave your lips as he starts to pick up his pace. His lips trail kisses at the back of your neck while grunting as your body clenched tightly around him.
“Who’s the bitch now?” he loudly groans into your ear as the sound of his hips slapping against yours echoes in the large training room.
You open your mouth to answer but no words come out as his pace increase. His free hand tangles in your hair and pulls your head back again, exposing your throat to him, and he repeats his question before ravishing your neck.
“I-I am,” you manage to stutter out before he gives a sharp thrust at your confession. He rewards you be releasing your hair and moves his hand underneath your body to begin rubbing at the sensitive bundle of nerves. As soon as his fingers start their ministrations, he releases another loud groan as you clench hard against him yet again.
“Say it again,” Jesse demands and his fingers increase their pressure against you as his pace picks up as well, “Who’s the bitch?”
“Me!” you yell out as your hips buck back into his.
His tongue licks your from the bottom of your neck to your ear, and your body shivers in response. Your earlobe tightly gripped between his teeth, and you’re no longer holding back your moans as his hips piston roughly into your sex.
Letting go of your earlobe he kisses the spot below your ear before speaking again, “Now tell me, darlin’. Whose bitch are ya?”
You can’t help but feel yourself get wetter at the question, the combined noises of your fluids cloud your mind as he pulls his hand from under you to yank once on your hair when you don’t answer.
“Yours,” you whine out, as his hand returns to their previous location. “I’m yours, Jesse.”
He squeezes your hand as his name leaves your mouth. He’s moved back to kissing and biting your neck again.
“That’s right, darlin. You’re my bitch. Now tell me,” Jesse's thrusts begin to pick up more speed as he pounds into you, “Are you close, bitch?”
“Jesse!” you moan as your hips are no longer able to keep up with his. “Yes, I’m close. I’m so close.”
“Has my bitch been a good girl?”
“Yes!”
His fingers rub your bud faster, and your eyes cloud with spots as your finally reach your peak. You scream his name in the empty room, and he continues pounding for a few more seconds before finally releasing himself inside your womb. He pants hard into your ear while continuing to grind his hips into you. Making sure that not a single drop went to waste.
The two of you lay there for a minute; the only sounds are the pants coming from Jesse and yourself while you come down from your high. The weight of his body would almost be comforting if it weren’t for the heat radiating off of him. Eventually, he lifts himself off of you and watches as his softening cock pulls out of your sex with a sick shlick, and you can’t help the shiver that passes through your body at the noise.
Jesse lets out a satisfied grunt and slaps your ass before standing. “I reckon we better get cleaned up before the briefing. Wouldn’t wanna be late. Ya know how Reyes is one for being on time,” he says tucking himself back in and before extending a hand to you.
“What?” you ask, still a little lightheaded from the orgasm, as you take his hand. He helps you stand and balance yourself as your legs shake for a few seconds, still trying to get their bearings straight. “I thought I lost?”
“Oh ya did, sweetheart,” Jesse says while turning around and begins to walk towards the exit, leaving you to clean up the mess. “But this was a two-person mission from the start, partner.”
