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yandere-genji · 3 years ago

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Yandere mcree dirty starter request number 13 plz.

(Just a note, I am still getting used to the whole “Cole Cassidy” timeline we are living in. I wrote the draft with jesse mccree so pls forgive any discrepancies.)

#13: “You’ve been so good lately, my pet. Don’t make me have to punish you.”

“Sit,” Cassidy pulled the collar of your shirt and pushed you onto the floor. The floor was hard and cold from the winter frost, which you couldn’t escape from being so high in the mountains. You hated the cold. Hated having to huddle as close to the fireplace as you possibly could just to escape the freezing temperature permeating through the log cabin. The winds whistled too loud as they picked up mists of white snow from the ground. You really did not like the mountains. If you had your pick, you would stay with Cassidy at the nice shack he had just outside of Santa Fe, but you never did have a choice in the matter. Whenever he went, you were expected to follow.

He must’ve been tired, too, though he never showed it. So you leaned into him, looked up at him through pleading eyes. You didn’t dare say a word, but Cassidy understood what you wanted to say.

But he couldn’t rest. Not yet. There was business he had to attend to and time is money. So he gave you a sympathetic smile and removed his hand from your cheek. You missed the warmth of his touch but you were content to be dismissed, “I’ll be back soon. Don’t get into any trouble while I’m out, or there will be hell to pay.”

There wasn’t much to say. You nodded compliantly and Cassidy headed out the door. Alone again. This time he didn’t need to restrain you. Any town would be miles away and the terrain was difficult. So you were stuck to your own devices in the meantime.

‘I’ll be back soon,’ he had said. Soon was very subjective to Cassidy, you had learned. Soon could mean a few hours or a few days. He was an honest man, usually, but never when he spoke those words. Perhaps he said that to keep you on your best behavior lest he catch you in some mischief.

But the mountains made you miserable and drove you mad with boredom. He knew it, too. Most of your worst fits happened there. Rummaging through his work equipment, sticking your nose in places it didn’t belong, and picking quarrels with Cole in your irritable state. It never ended well, either. Especially when you were defiant with him, it wore his patience paper thin.

“You’d be wise to behave,” he warned, “you’ve been so good lately, pumpkin. Don’t make me have to punish you.”

Even though his words repeated themselves in your head, your mind wandered. Not only did the boredom tempt you to misbehave, but you would do anything to keep your mind from thinking about whatever Cassidy was up to now. You knew he made a living from catching (and often killing) outlaws. It was dangerous and if anything happened to him… You didn’t want to think about that. But every second he was gone was a risk and you worried tirelessly, feeling even more trapped.

You sat up and made your way towards the window besides the front door. It had stopped snowing and you managed to get a clearer view of the land. The cabin was atop a steep side of the mountain, there was hardly any area in front of the house, save for a small shed holding Lord knows what. The moonlight reflected off the icy snow. Specks of snow glittered from the refraction of the light. It was mesmerizing. You wanted to run out into the snow, feel the crunching beneath your feet. Maybe make a snowman or a fort. Like you were a little kid.

But it was freezing. And Cassidy would kill you. His number one rule was to never leave the house without him. It seemed like in that since you were still like a little kid.

Your boots were right beside you, still wet around the soles. They seemed dry in the inside and so did your coat hanging beside the door. You had a pair of gloves inside the pockets. Cassidy hadn’t left long ago. So if you spent a few minutes outside, he wouldn’t know, right? But he would definitely notice your footprints in the snow. There was the back door. What’re the odds he would be going through there? Zero to none, you calculated based on no evidence whatsoever.

Just a moment wouldn’t hurt. You just wanted to play around with something other that the fire iron or whatever old books were laying around.

You put on your winter outfit and headed towards the back door, careful not to leave a trail behind. You looked out the window, peering over the terrain. There wasn’t much besides the mountain walls and a few feet of snowy ground. And your heart was racing. Since when had you been so scared? The mountains really had a strange effect on you.

Cold air was seeping through the door and you raised a gloved hand to feel it. Your gloves protected your skin from the chill and your body remained warm in your coat. The cabin was barely warm and you relied most on the fireplace for comfort. Your winter clothing would do just as much for you outdoors as the fireplace would inside.

Throwing caution to the wind, you eagerly opened the door and leapt onto the snowy ground. A thick sheet of snow caught you, enveloping your body in an icy embrace. You smiled and lifted yourself from the snow. The only light was from the moon and the dim porch light from the cabin. Dark forest surrounded you, absolutely silent.

You sat in the snow for a bit, holding your knees to your chest. It was a picturesque view with the snow innocently covering the woods like a christmas postcard. You tried to make out whatever you could through the shadows of trees and bushes, but nothing seemed to come of it. Imagine what could be hiding in there.

Cassidy kept a book of all the plants and animals in the areas he frequented. He always knew what something was when you asked him and was happy to explain it to you. If he were here, you could ask him to take a walk in the forest with you, show you all the animals and keep you protected from the nasty ones. But he wasn’t. In that moment, you felt too vulnerable and ran back inside the cabin, suddenly aware of how flimsy the back door was.

Everything was so quiet. The sound of you unzipping your coat was like a scream. You knew there were bears in the mountain. What if something saw you and decided to make you it’s prey? What could you do? You were unarmed and alone. Cassidy must not have even been gone longer than an hour.

You knew you weren’t supposed to, but you were scared. You didn’t know what was out there. And you had already broken one rule without getting caught. So you made you way to the bedroom and rummaged through Cassidy’s work equipment. He hadn’t even locked his suitcase, to your surprise, sending a pang of guilt through your heart realizing how much he was beginning to trust you. But you could be in danger.

Past the various bullets, a bandolier, and case of cigars was the very journal he had kept. Your face grew red with shame knowing you were violating his privacy. But it was only a silly little book that would hopefully prepare you for the potentially dangerous circumstances in which Cassidy had abandoned you at in the first place. There was a little map, marked with location names and page numbers.

A thud. Outside, near the back door. Your heart beat fast and you froze. That could be one of two things, and both spelled bad news for you. Like a bat out of hell, you quickly placed everything back into Cassidy’s suitcase. Your hands were clumsy with fear and you took longer than you would’ve liked but you thankfully had everything in place before being caught by anyone or anything.

You rose from your seated position and peaked out the bedroom door. Nothing. Just as you had left it. You opened it further and stepped out of the room when you were sure nothing was outside. Taking a few steps, you peaked out the front window. No footsteps, no prints of any kind. Maybe the house was just settling. You sighed and backed away from the window.

A strong grip caught your arm and it felt like your back had hit a wall, “Well,” that familiar gruff voice, “what’ve you been up to, little bunny?”

You turned to face Cassidy, making the most pitiful look you could give him. You looked up at him, mouth agape and struggling to respond, “Cas…”

There was something wrong. He was dirty, some reddish-brown stains covered his shirt in splatters. The look in his eyes was nothing short of primal. Aggressive, but not angry. Hungry.

“Best you answer me,” his grip tightened and you gasped in shock, leaning into him, “I ain’t in any mood to play games with you.”

It frightened you to see him like this. Like any misstep you toke would provoke him. Did he know you had deliberately broken his most important rule, or that you were just about to break another before he caught you? Should you play dumb or tell him the truth? He would’ve surely seen your silhouette in the snow if he had come from where the thud was. Even worse, he could read you like a book and knew precisely when you were lying. But you weren’t defenseless. You knew how to play to your strengths.

You swallowed, hesitantly, speaking with the sweet voice that he loved to hear, “I am very sorry, Daddy, I was so lonely without you. I just went outside to play in the snow, but it was too cold and I didn’t stay for long. That’s all, I promise.”

Cassidy hummed in response, low and aloof. His eyes were dark and you couldn’t detect any emotion from him, but a contemplative look. That usually wasn’t a good sign for you. He must’ve been thinking about what he should do with you.

He took your hand in his, raising it to his lips and placing a soft kiss, “You promise, darlin’?”

Something about his tone of voice sent shivers down your spine. It was playful and deliberate. Like he was about to call your bluff. But how could he? So you nodded, “Promise.”

A large, gloved hand squeezed your cheeks and your hands raised to meet his. His grip was tight and unrelenting, “Oh, honey…” he switched his grip from your face to your throat, you let out a choked gasp, “Thought you knew better than to lie to me.”

Your back was against the wall, Cassidy’s hand keeping you in place. You were gasping for air and holding onto his wrist for dear life. Tears rolled down your cheek and your eyes begged for mercy. But you had really fucked up this time. Jesse was already riled up from whatever business he had just returned from and he had warned you not to misbehave or there would be hell to pay. He was just cashing out on his threat.

“I am gettin’ real sick of your bratty attitude,” he loosened his fingers, allowing you to catch your breath, “Look like you need to be taught some fuckin’ manners.”

Your eyes went blurry, you saw only foggy shadows as Cassidy pulled you away from the wall and lifted you over his shoulder. You pleaded with him through choked sobs but your cries fell on deaf ears. All you could feel was the frigid winter air on your skin, leaving the cabin behind while Cassidy carried you into the shed.

“Now don’t you start with me,” he groaned as he sat you on a flimsy wooded workbench, “You need to fucking behave. Take your clothes off.”

It was freezing. You weren’t sure if you were shaking due to fear or the intense cold. You held onto your body, trying to retain any warmth you could, “Please, Cassidy, it’s too cold.”

He laughed, “That certainly didn’t stop you before, sweetheart. Now, strip before I really give you somethin’ to cry about.”

You could hardly feel anything at that point. Completely numb, you complied and disrobed. Cassidy didn’t say anything, just admired you before him. He would be lying if he said he didn’t anticipate having to punish you when he returned. And he was nothing short of eager to take the frustrations of his day out on you. Nothing satisfied him quite like seeing you like this, absolutely terrified and seeking mercy.

Once you were completely bare, he held you by your hips. He squeezed hard, wanting to leave a mark on you. His hands wandered upwards, fondling your body until he held you by the back of your neck.

You couldn’t help the fire that burned between your legs, mindlessly rocking your hips on the abrasive wood of the workbench. Looking at him through wet eyes, you reached out to feel him. He had his winter jacket on, furs draped over his shoulder and making his already towering figure even more menacing. You wanted him to embrace you, to give you the warmth you desperately needed. But he didn’t.

“Nah, baby, I’ve been too kind to you for far too long,” he took your wrist and gripped it with the same strength that he gripped your hips, “You do what you’re told and don’t test my patience, got it?”

You nodded eagerly, desperate to show your capitulation, “Yes, Daddy, I’ll do anything you ask.”

He hummed, pleased with your response, “I know you will, baby.”

But he didn’t give you a command. Instead, he decided to manhandle you himself, flipping you onto your stomach and pinning your arms behind your back. You wanted so badly to rut against him like a bitch in heat, desperate to quell that feeling between your legs but you had to follow his lead. He wanted to see you like this, overstimulated and touch-starved. Serves you right for misbehaving.

His gloves were still on. The fabric was rough against your already sensitive skin. He began kneading the soft skin in between your thighs, it took all of your will not to squeeze them together and fuck yourself into his hand. You behaved, breathing heavily and trying your best to conceal your moans.

“Let me hear you, baby,” he grabbed your ass and gave it a hard slap, “I want you to lose that sweet voice of yours when I’m done with you.”

Every touch was rough and left a mark on your skin. You cried, moaned, nearly scream as Cassidy abused your body as he pleased. Once he was satisfied, he loomed over your shaken form. His hand made its way to the swell of your ass again and gave it another sharp slap. Your throat was sore but you still managed to whine at the pain. But he wasn’t done with you yet. His thumbs spread you wide open, exposing you to the cold air while your hole was burning from the stretch of Cassidy’s fingers. You knew what he had in mind and tried to prepare yourself mentally for the pain.

You could never be full prepared, however, when Cassidy’s warm cock met with the entrance of your ass. He was far too big to slide into you with any ease, but he choose to stretch you around his cock the best he could anyway. If he had eased into you with his fingers, the burning wouldn’t be so bad, but you couldn’t accommodate his girth and the pain was unbearable. Screams escaped your lips and you were tempted to tell him to stop, but you knew where that would leave you. In much worse pain than this.

He spread you further, sunk into you deeper, and made you scream louder. It seemed like hours before he began to pump himself in and out of you, only halfway in. His hands locked into your hips and he continued to work his way into you. Whenever the pain became bearable, he would push himself deeper inside of you. Like he knew just how to keep you on edge. And all you could do was lay there and let him use you until he was satisfied you had learned your lesson.

By the time his cock was fully inside of you, Cassidy was already fucking you with reckless abandon. Content to just use you like a fleshlight with no regard to your cries. He kept an iron grip on your hips, keeping you in place while he rammed his cock into your abused hole, “Fuck, you’re tight. Gotta fuck you like this more often. Shit, if you keep misbehavin’ I might have to tie you out here for good. How would you like that, baby?”

You whined weakly. The shed was filled with the sound of his balls clapping against your ass and your cries that were muffled with every thrust. His pace grew faster and faster, and his moans turned into growls as he reached his peak. There was nothing for you to hold onto, nothing to keep you in place while Cassidy was reaching his climax. Your tender body scraped against the old, flimsy wood while he brutally fucked your ass.

But the feeling of his warm cum finally filling you, leaking out of the tight space that squeezed his cock and onto your legs, it felt so good. Anything that could give you relief from the cold would be welcome, and you spread your thighs further in an effort to leak out anymore cum.

Cassidy leaned over you, cock still buried inside you. His hands released your hips and you were happy to finally relax. He took his heavy jacket from his shoulders and wrapped it around you. It was finally over, you eagerly enveloped yourself in the warm fur of the coat and let out a sharp exhale.

“Damn baby,” Cassidy pulled himself out of you, wiped the juices on his cock onto your thigh, “I’ve killed plenty men for less than what you did tonight. But fuck if you don’t got a pretty face and a tight ass. Damn lucky, ya know that?”

You had no way of knowing if he was telling the truth, but you were inclined to believe him.

“Let’s get you inside,” he lifted you into his warm embrace, “get you cleaned up, how’s that sound?”

You looked up at him and he gave you a gentle smile, “I would love that, Daddy,” you whispered, not wanting to damage your throat any further.

He placed a kiss on your forehead and carried you inside the cabin. You were sore and it toke you ages for your body to get warm. Perhaps you might think twice in the future about indulging your penchant for mischief. But there was something about that wild, nasty side of Cassidy that lit a spark inside of you.

#not me hating the name cole….#cole cassidy x reader #cole cassidy #tw: dubious consent #tw: noncon #yandere #yandere overwatch #yandere!overwatch #dark overwatch #dark!overwatch #jesse mccree x reader #dark mccree #overwatch mccree #yandere mccree #yandere cassidy #cassidy

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yanderes-galore · 3 years ago

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yandere cassidy (mcree) and a mercy-like darling? very caring and helpful

I feel like he'd be a sucker for you, honestly....

Yandere! Cole Cassidy with Mercy-Like! Darling

Short Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Murder, Flirting, Possessive behavior, Overprotective behavior, Kidnapping mention, Forced relationship.

- You being so kind and caring to an ex outlaw can be dangerous.

- This cowboy would be quite flirtatious towards you whenever you come and help him.

- Especially if you're like Mercy and heal him.

- He makes also sorts of comments, in good fun.

- For example, you being so dedicated to helping him is a trait he looks for in a partner.

- He may be a bit too flirty but in all honesty he appreciates what you do for him.

- He's used to playing lone wolf but having someone help him out is a nice change.

- Since your personality is bound to draw people in, he may get jealous.

- He never shows it except for maybe a playful pout yet it does bother him.

- Your caring nature makes him melt.

- For the first time in years, being pampered by the one he cares about is so heavenly.

- Expect him to stick around and focus a little less on his mission.

- How could he when he could instead be around you?

- Although he will give a playful smirk when you scold him.

- He may come off as a playboy cowboy but he probably is a little domestic around you.

- Your voice is so soft and you're never all that harsh or violent.

- Due to how much of a pacifist you are he tries to make any violent action against people he hates around you discreet.

- If you are not in sight he is free to do whatever.

- Beat them to a pulp or deliver a bullet to their brain....

- If you're around, he tries to tough it out.

- Maybe threatens them a bit but doesn't lay a hand on them.

- He'll do anything to win your approval....

- All of that changes if you get injured, of course.

- He's gotta be a man who protects you, y'know?

- Other than that he'd probably be the same.

- He'd be manipulative, possessive, overprotective, flirtatious, and a Yandere who kidnaps and murders.

- He can be a cruel man.

- Although with someone as gentle as you he becomes more tame.

- You're an angel to him, one he'd do anything to appease.

- "You're just the sweetest, darling.... Always there to help me."

#yandere overwatch #yandere cole cassidy

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non-bionical-mecha-dude · 3 years ago

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FANDOMS, CHARACTERS, HEADCANNONS, ONE SHOT, FANFICS, RULES & STUFF

Hello! Sorry if this is messy, I just wanted to lay down some ground rules! If you have any questions or asks, then feel free to let me know!

ALSO, KEEP IN MIND, I HAVE ADHD, AND I OFTEN FORGET SOCIAL MEDIA EXISTS, AND MAY DISAPPEAR RANDOMLY. IF YOU DECIDE TO REQUEST SOMETHING, PLEASE UNDERSTAND, IT MAY TAKE ME A LONG WHILE, I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE!!

Undertale/Deltarune

Sans

Papyrus

Alphys

Undyne

Temmie (PLATONIC ONLY)

Muffet

Toriel (PLATONIC ONLY)

Asgore (PLATONIC ONLY)

Mettaton

Napstablook (PLATONIC ONLY)

Flowey (PLATONIC ONLY)

Frisk and Chara (PLATONIC ONLY)

Annoying dog/toby (PLATONIC ONLY)

Kris

Susie

Ralsei

Lancer (PLATONIC ONLY)

Noelle

Birdly

Roulx Kard

Seam

Jevil

Queen

Swatch

Spamton

Tasque Manager

The Addisions

Dream Daddy

Robert

Damien

Craig

Hugo

Mat

Amanda (PLATONIC ONLY)

Detroit become human

Ralph

Connor

RK900

Markus

Gavin

North

Stardew Valley

Literally all of the bachelors

Penny

Abigail

Resident Evil Village

Alcina Demitrescu

Karl Heisenberg

Donna Beneviento

Overwatch

Hanzo Shimada

Genji Shimada

Cole Cassidy (Mcree)

Gabriel Reyes (Reaper)

Lucio Correia Dos Santos

Mei

Hana Song (D.Va)

Ashe

Lena Oxtan (Tracer)

Bastion (ONLY PLATONIC)

Jack Morrison (Soldier 76)

My Hero Academia

Katsuki Bakugou

Shoto Todoroki

Izuku Midoriya

Tenya Iida

Denki Kaminari

Ejirou Kirishima

Ochako Uraraka

Tamaki Amajiki

Togata Mirio

Toga Himiko

Mina Ashido

Shota Aizawa

Eri (PLATONIC ONLY)

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Tamaki

Kyoya

Hikarou

Haruhi

Kaoru

Mori

Honey (PLATONIC ONLY)

Seven deadly sins

Ban

King

Gowther

Diane

Gilthunder

Meliodis

Merlin

Dereri

Escannor

Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun

Hanako-Kun

Yashiro

Mistuba

Kou

Tsukagimori

Tsukasa

Aoi Akane (the time keeper)

DeathNote

Mello

Light

Misa

Mitsuba

Near (PLATONIC ONLY)

Seduce me the Otome

James

Erik

Sam

Matthew

Damien

Malik

Diana

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Hermione Granger

Draco Malfoy

Professor Snape

Tom Riddle

FNAF Security Breach (ALL PLATONIC ONLY)

Sunrise/Moondrop

Glamrock Freddy

Montgomery Gator

Glamrock Chica

Roxanne Wolf

DJ Music Man/tiny music man

Wet floor sign bots

Map bot

LotR/Hobbit

Bilbo

Thorin

Tauriel

Thranduil

Legolas

Sam-Wise

Mary

Pip

Aragorn

Gimli

Fili

Kili

Bard

Gladriel

Arwen

TMNT 2012

Donatello

Raphael

Leonardo

Mikey

Splinter (PLATONIC ONLY)

ROTTMNT

Donatello

Raphael

Leonardo

Mikey

April O'Neil

Big Mama

TMNT Bayverse

Leo

Raph

Donnie

Mikey

April

Vern

Mr. Sacks

Casey Jones

Hellboy (2004-2008)

Hellboy

Abe Sapien

John Myers

Johann Krauss

Liz Sherman

Prince Nadja

Princess Nuala

✨Lego Monkie Kid✨

Mei

Red Son

Tang

Sun Wukong

Macaque

Ao Lie

Azure Lion

Spider Queen

✨Sparkles✨ mean I'm currently hyperfixating on this topic at the moment and will have a higher chance of writing for this/these one('s)

While these are not all the fandoms I'm in, these are the ones I'm most comfortable with writing about

Some rules:

I may or may not write smut? I'm not sure since I haven't really done it, but I will NOT write smut for characters under the age of 21

I won't write anything that has to do with the reader being super OP or being half of like, literally everything

When it comes to Y/N being an anthropomorphic animal/human or half of that, if stuff like that is canon in the fandom, then I'll write it (like a half human half monster for Undertale, or a Cat person for TMNT) but if stuff like that just doesn't exist in that world, then I most likely won't write it

I won't write a character being a racist, rapist, homophobic, transphobic or anything like that, those things are fucked up and aren't ok and that character I may write, might be someone else's comfort character and I don't want to ruin a character for someone

I won't write a character as being an abuser, sure, I could say they where abused some way in the past if it is relevant to the fic, but I will not write a character being an abuser themselves, that's just not right

I won't write yandere characters, it just feels to toxic to me to have someone be THAT possessive of someone

If a character is canonically underage, I will not age them up, if a reader or character is being romantically shipped with the underage character, the reader/character must and will be underage as well

(Keep in mind I might add rules or change certain rules)

I can do:

LGBTQ+(THIS ABSOLUTELY INCLUDES ASEXUAL AND AROMANTIC)

Any gender for reader, if not specified, I shall do gender neutral

I will write angst and mental health related topics of asked

I will absolutely 100% write a character or reader with ADHD and other neurodiversities

I can do shipping fanfics! Although, it depends on the characters, but I may be able to write it, even if I don't entirely agree with the ship! AS LONG as it is not anything like AbuserXvictim or MinorXadult or anything like that.

As a writer, I hope that I may advance in my writing skills, as well as have fun with what I write, so, I ask as many requests as your heart's desire!

Remember, I have every right as a writer to deny a request if I'm not comfortable with writing it.

HAVE A GREAT DAY YOU BEAUTIFUL/HANDSOME BITCHES, BROS AND BO BURNHAM HOES! (See what I did there?)

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karumashadowchicken · 3 years ago

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Fandom suggestion writing list.

I'll write for most things, if it's not on the list, suggest it anyways I need something to keep me entertained.

Things I write for off the top of my head:

-Obey me! Shall we date. (All characters, Minus Luke. NO I will not age him up!)

-Overwatch. (Junkrat, Mcree, Genji, hanzo. ect.

-The arcane. (All the main characters, and the courtiers, and a few others too.)

-Arcane. (Viktor, Jayce, Silco, ect.)

-Criminal Minds. (Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, ect.)

-Bnha/mha. (any pro hero's, age appropriate characters, unless it's platonic or aged up, unless literal children, I will NOT age up Eri. or the other ones.)

-Avatar The Last Airbender. (Prince Zuko.)

-Ghost. (Cardinal Copia.)

-Cryptids. (Mothman, Mermaid+men pretty fish, ect.)

-Yandere Oc's. (Butler Miles, Bodyguard Wilbur, ect.)

-Invader Zim. (Zim.)

-Demon Slayer. (Inosuke, ect.)

Just suggest something, if it's morally okay (besides yandere's that's bad but this is fiction and it never gets too heavy without a warning,) No, I don't support this kinda behavior in real life either, I'm pretty decent person. (if you suggest anything suggestive with a child I will smite you with pure willpower and rage.) Aging up an already older teenage character is okay, if you are also around the same age! THanks. :)

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short-yandere-stories · 6 years ago

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There ain't enough Mcree love in this blog can we get a headcanon for him sfw and nsfw please? 💖💖💖

Yeehaw let’s go! It’s always so fun to write about him.

Content Warnings: yandere behavior, kidnapping, threats of murder and violence, NSFW, mentions of sex, mentions of being dominated

This is a yandere work. Proceed with caution and please be mindful of your triggers.

:✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧ ･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

SFW

This man needs a physical relationship.

He could never imagine a relationship without a lot of physical contact.

I don’t think McCree would kidnap you.

He seems more like the kind of guy to threaten you with killing your family and friends if you don’t do as he says.

And you’d better know that he’s not kidding about it.

He isn’t afraid to hurt people you love to show an example.

It’s simple, actually.

Be a good girl and do what he says and everyone you care about are safe.

NSFW

McCree is going to have a very intimate and sexual relationship with you.

He isn’t afraid to be rough if you resist.

His favorite position is when you ride him.

He just loves to look up at you and admire the way your body moves.

Very dominant.

He also likes pushing you up against a wall and doing whatever he wants with you.

The best thing to do is to just do as he says. He’ll get rougher and things will be more painful and longer for you if you don’t.

:✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧ ･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere overwatch #yandere overwatch x reader #yandere mccree #theannonymousgamblerpt2 #short yandere stories #shortyanderestories #sys

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yandere-flower · 6 years ago

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Hey could we get some yandere mcree please? Thanks!

Of course!! Love me some of that cowboy 🤗 I apologize that it’s a bit rushed but I’m still trying to get the hang of things!

ANYWAY McCree x Reader under the cut, some light NSFW

If it’s one thing you could appreciate about your work situation, it was the people. You got along with most of your co-workers and you would even consider them good friends of yours. That’s why when they suggest weekly Friday night drinks, you felt compelled to go. Normally bars weren’t your scene but they were your friends, and plenty of people go to bars just to drink and spend time with co workers. As the weekly tradition of end of the week drinks continued, you started to enjoy the bar life more. Your admittedly hot co-worker Sam would always suggest the bar Lucky’s as the last stop of the night and tonight was no different.

The previous bars might have had stronger drinks, hotter customers, or better music, but there was just something about Lucky’s that felt like home. You could’ve sworn they were playing rock a when you left for the bathroom, and country when you got out, but now suddenly they’re playing some cheesy throwback pop song that has your drunk co-worker Kenzie screeching in your ear to come dance. You look over to Sam in hopes they’ll save you.

“Come on Sam, you know I don’t dance I’m a homebody! Tell Kenzie to behave” you call out as Kenzie grabs your arm and pulls you towards the dance floor. Their only response is a laugh and one of their signature cute smirks as they remain behind to finish off their drink.

The floor is sticky and the music is played through beat up speakers, causing you to wonder why you all love this place so much. However with the rush of alcohol through your body you can’t help but find yourself moving to the rhythm of the song, your hips swaying in sync against Kenzie’s body. You had to admit, Kenzie was also attractive and you had to wonder what you did to deserve such hot and affectionate co-workers.

A minute or two into the song and your eyes meet a handsome strangers. He’s leaning against the back wall, arms folded and peering at you from under the edge of his hat. In any other situation you’d find the mans gaze predatory, but your had to admit those shirt buttons look like they’re struggling against the hardness of his chest. Fuck you were horny.

You give the man a cheeky little smirk before continuing to grind against your friend, your cheeks becoming flushed at the thought of the mans eyes following your rear. After a few moments your gaze returns to his, eyes still locked on your body. You can’t help but feel flattered.

Your friend seems to notice the mans eyes as well, and pulls you in closer to whisper in your ear.

“You know, you deserve a good fuck” she said, her hot breathe fueling your desire more. You come out of your momentary daze to respond.

“Woah way to blunt. Besides, I kinda thought me and Sam had something going on” you reply.

“Oh yeah, looks like your date can’t even stand up right” she says and she points over to Sam, who looks way worse for wear when you last noticed them. They’re stumbling around, with all color drained from their face. You could have sworn Sam was drinking less tonight because they wanted to hook up with you, but you guess they drank more than you think. And a lot at that, judging by how terrible they look.

Kenzie notices your concern and quickly intervenes before you lose your chance. “Go have fun tonight, I’ll take care of Sam. You deserve this.” She grabs your jaw and redirects your head towards the cowboy, who starts sauntering over your way.

“Have fun girly” she whispers before walking away to help your friend off the floor”.

You waited in place for him to reach you, which felt like an excruciatingly long time. As he brings himself in front of you you realize two things. Fuck this man is tall, and he’s way hotter than your drunken self noticed before. Before you could get the head start he opened his mouth.

“Now I can’t believe a fine woman like you finds herself unaccompanied tonight” he purred out, his voice carrying a charming southern accent that you couldn’t wait to hear more of.

“Well I did have some friends with me here before but I guess they had other plans” you sighed out, a little disappointed at your lack of a wing man to help guide you through this.

“Sounds like tonights a good night to make some new friends now ain’t it sweetheart? Name’s Jesse.” His voice was smooth, like molasses and you’re mentally kicking yourself right now for falling so hard into this southern gentleman bit.

But you fell, and you fell hard. You and Jesse talked for what felt like hours but in reality was probably only a few minutes before you found yourself giggling like a school girl as Jesse held your hand to lead you to the bathroom. You never did anything like this, and you never would do something involving sex in such a filthy place, but Jesse caused you to lose any semblance of care.

Before you could even get the door locked Jesse’s hands were on your body, trying to feel every inch of your skin that your clothes hid from sight. He laid kisses on your lips, your neck, and suckled at your collarbone that will certainly leave marks before the night ends. You’ve only just began and yet you can feel yourself something in your stomach tighten, dying from the anticipation. Save a horse, ride a cowboy right?

His hands go to brunch your skirt up to your hip, and all of a sudden you can feel the bulge of his cock grinding against your sex. The feel of rough denim against your thinly veiled heat causes you to moan out in pleasure with the only thing you can think to say.

“Ah Jesse, please don’t tease me.” Your voice is heavy with lust, and the man can’t help but let out a hardy chuckle.

As one arm is pressing your body tightly to his, the other starts pulling your underwear to the side so he can rub his knuckles against your clit.

“Don’t worry babydoll, I’ll take real good care of you. Better than any other could. To think you could’ve spent tonight under someone else had I not come along.” The cowboy’s voice takes a dark tone, his eyes focusing on your heat as two fingers slowly enter your heat. You whine, the feeling of his fingers exploring your core exhilarating you. But despite the intensity of the man’s intentions, you couldn’t help but begin to feel nervous. What did he mean by that? Surely it was nothing, but you couldn't stop yourself from thinking about Sam. How sick they looked. You began to sober up. You don’t know this man and you’re about to fuck him in this bathroom. You don’t even know if he has a condom on him.

“Listen Jesse I think we got ahead of ourselves here.” You say as start to straighten your body up and place your hand on the one gently fucking your pussy.

The expression on Jesse’s face darkens when he realizes your intention.

“Oh, I don’t think so doll. Not when I’m so close” he threatens as his fingers begin to thrust into you more aggressively. You try desperately to remove his hand from you but his grip on your back is to strong and your legs begin to feel weak as he roughly takes you. He’s only using his fingers and yet you already feel so close.

Still pinned against his body Jesse tears out his fingers leaving you groaning from the loss. You can hear the sound of his zipper as he leans close to your ear

“Not when I’ve come so close.”

#yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere overwatch #yandere scenarios #mccree x reader #yandere #asks #yandere mccree

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yanderewatch · 7 years ago

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Yandere Ashe and Mcree with a fem s/o that cant sleep without some kind of noise. How would they deal with it? It could be poly or seprate, whatever you like.

I'm sorry, we're both just like

We're on an indefinite hiatus???????

The rules clearly state NO POLY yet you suggest poly???????

Not to mention the ask box has been closed for like ever????????????????

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everythinghurtsand-imdying · 6 years ago

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Yall give yandere headcanons for Lucio like he isn't the most precious OW character

Don't even come at me saying Mei is with the amount of big dick energy she packs

#Overwatch #Mei #Lucio #Yandere overwatch #Aka my new obsession #I need more yandere Mcree content rly #Cause ugh get inside me cowboy daddy

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yanderes-galore · 4 years ago

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I want to try to out flirt Kevin. I'm going in.

To Yandere! Kevin

Kevin will you be the moonlight in my moonshine and sing me to sleep better than summertime crickets?

I'd do all that for you, sweetling.

"Of course I will, sweet thing~"

Kevin winks, embracing you.

"I'd love to sing my heart out for you all night every night."

(I always imagined him with Mcree's voice, lmfao)

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shadowatching · 7 years ago

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I'm bi and a girl. I'm pretty introverted and private but I can read people pretty well. And a always try to be nice. I like drawing and am interested in film. Can be kinda bitter but I try to distract myself by doing fun things. I'm good with babies and animals. Pretty passive. + mcree (thank you!) 😉

HOW WOULD THEY BREAK YOU? ( CLOSED ) – 3 / 21

rating: sa/fe for w/ork

warnings: standard fare, no surprises or extremes. brainwashing, stockholm syndrome, mind games, manipulation, abuse, physical violence, emotional abuse, guilt-tripping, abuse, abusive relationships, unhealthy relationships, behavioral conditioning, kidnapping, and captivity.

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MCCREE: (Present canon as a better matchup than outlaw/deadlock)

Why he’d match well with you:

- Has little appreciation for naïveté, but finds himself wanting to soften the resigned bitterness you carry so close to your heart.

- Loves to be your source of distraction.

- Finds your quiet personality to be a pleasant compliment to himself- opposites attract, and there’s a definite fascination with you. Introversion also means you’ll be fine on your own for a while if he’s on a mission, and training paired with his overwatch duties give you time to recharge during the day.

- He’s a secret film buff. Loves westerns, but can’t resist a good movie, especially the oldies (Read: 2020s era).

- Being able to read him will benefit you greatly, because he doesn’t like to share the things that weigh heavy on his mind, and will try to mask a bad mood. The attempts are problematic, because he’s a lot more dangerous and yandere if you can’t play into what he needs.

How he’d break you:

- The kindness you show with animals draws him in, but when he sees you coooing softly with a baby in your arms, one chibby fist clenched around your fingers, he knows he has to have you.

- The cruelest thing he’ll ever do is also a complete bluff: Brings you a little ball of fur to keep you company and warm you up to him. When you step a little too far out of line he’ll cradle it in a large, strong hand….

- “Wouldn’t want t’ lose yer favorite priv’lege, would ya?”

- He’d never truly hurt the creature, but he’s also counting on you to never call his bluff.

- Feeds you himself. You embarrassment is only a nice perk; the point is to make you accept the vulnerability and humiliation if you want to eat.

- Like outlaw!McCree, he sleeps with you pressed into him like an oversized teddybear. It’s not a negotiation: he’ll wrestle you down and fall asleep on top of you if he has to. Nights you give in easily bring rewards in the morning- a rich breakfast, or a data pad filed with movies to keep you company for the day.

- Showers with you- not necessarily in a sexual nature- but specifically so that you can’t escape him. You’re not allowed privacy or reprieve from him- even at your most vulnerable, naked and wet. Forced intimacy is a common thing with McCree.

- With a deep chuckle, he assures you there’s nothing either of you have’t seen before, and buries his lathered fingers in your hair. When he’s finished with washing you, he hands you a bar of soap and pulls your hand to his chest. He’ll maneuver you like a puppet until you cooperate.

- This is the model of your dynamic together: he pushes you through the motions until you give in, and slowly rewards you to encourage sincerity, and eventually, willing initiative.

- However, this doesn’t mean he isn’t prone to punishing you. Mostly he’ll guilt-trip you, feign hurt, or generally fuck with your head. Nurtures stockholm syndrome til’ the cows come home. It works well with your passive nature, and he’s relieved you usually play nice and respond well to his gentler methods.

- Because really fighting him- hitting, biting, scratching, or honestly viciously spoken words- pisses McCree off. He’ll tangle a fist in your hair and yank your head back, craning your head so your throat is bared, and demand an apology. He’s not above biting that tender expanse of skin until he tastes blood, and grinning at your with rust-stained teeth when you scream for him.

- He’s not one for physically striking you- in fact, he’s against doing so, and never wants you to fear his touch. Instead of violence, he prefers to make you eat your words, or make up for your wrongs.

- In a black mood, he’ll get a kick out of leaving his Peacemaker within reach. If you get your hands on it, you’ll discover it’s not loaded. He laughs darkly and manhandles you into bed, on arm locked across your ribs with bruising force and the other hand locked in your hair, yanking roughly as he admonishes you. The day you bring the pistol to him with soft words, gently scolding him for leaving it lying around so carelessly, the mood evaporates altogether. He stares at you, mouth open in shock, and lifts you off your feet in a crushing embrace.

- Good behavior, especially genuine good behavior and not just playing along to his whim, is showered with praise and reward. A weekly movie night is set up, and he’ll have you choose the lineups. He encourages you to open up to him little bits at a time, praising your choice in film or rubbing your tired shoulders while you tell him about a fond memory.

- Eventually starts taking you around the base, letting you watch training sessions or relax in the rec room while he’s busy. Each time you’re good for him, he gives you a little more slack. Even offers to teach you how to fight in the gym, once he’s (very, very) convinced you’re not going to deck him across the face and run for it.

- This version of McCree wants a companion- not someone to possess, but someone who will never leave. He just has to convince condition you not to.

#inbox: anonymous visitor #character: jesse mccree #theme: brainwashing #length: headcanons #rating: sfw #kidnapped!reader #captive!reader #event: reader break

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demonslayer-yanderes · 8 years ago

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yes a yandere overwatch blog >:)) lemme think... do u mind telling us how reaper, solider 76, and mcree fell in love with their soon to be s/o??

Reaper’s existence was in a constant state of decay. This, of course, included his heart and soul. He had no desire for anyone or anything be it sexually or romantically- at least before he met you. You weren’t anybody particularly worth mentioning when he had first encountered you. You had somehow gotten caught up in an ex-Overwatch’s agents life, whether you knew they were or not was of no concern to him. You had come home just as he had finished dealing with the rat. The blood of the dead agent splattered against the white walls along with bits and pieces of their brain and fragments of their skull. Hearing the door unlock Reaper gave one last look at the butchered corpse before letting out a low, guttural grunt as he vanished from the home. Even is his wraith form he could still hear your horrified screams and for the first time since he had become…this thing, he had felt a vague but familiar feeling stir deep within him. Unbeknownst to him there was a third party watching the events unfold. You didn’t even realize it at the time but the computer at the desk on the opposite of the room that wasn’t splashed in blood had been turned on. Its white dot near the camera had been on the past hour, witnessing the events that took place, ultimately before the light glitched to purple it suddenly turned off.

When Reaper returned to Talon headquarters he ran into Sombra who wore a knowing smirk, “What?” He growled.

“Don’t be so grumpy Gabe I’m just hear to greet you after your mission, aren’t I so nice?” She titters with her arms folded across her chest.

“Sombra.” He presses again, knowing the woman all too well to know she certainly had ulterior motives.

“I know, I know,” She grins before pulling up a holographic screen of you crying and cradling the dead body of the ex-agent he had just killed, “Looks like you made a mess this time, though. Well, not like you usually don’t.”

Reaper studied you from the screen in thought. He had seen others, mostly those he had slaughtered, as attractive if not more so then you but something more drew him to you. Oddly enough he found your shuddering body and tear stained cheeks to be rather…arousing. Something he hadn’t felt in years. He was more than enthralled and Sombra could tell by the cocky expression she wore and the raise of her brows.

“Well Boss?” She inquired, knowing fully well what he wanted.

“Submit me a report of all you can get on them.” Reaper orders, striding past her with his thoughts full of you.

“And then?” Sombra tried to hide her snicker to no avail.

“Then we’ll have a new subordinate to the ranks.”

You hadn’t done anything particularly interesting to catch his attention but now that you had it you wouldn’t ever be able to rid of it. You were just a victim of circumstance.

It had been shortly after Jack Morrison’s funeral when he had begun wandering around the world in search of nothing in particular aside from dispensing justice whenever needed. Soldier: 76 had been traveling through a rural town when he had met you. He first saw you in the backstreets of a dimly lit alley way giving several loaves of bread to homeless children. Even if just by a mere fraction, he felt faith for humanity had been restored. At least, before a woman across the street from a grocery starting screaming profusely that you had yet again stolen from her store. You snapped your head to face her only to give a faint smirk before dashing down the alley. The children whom you had stolen for scattered in different directions as well.

He furrowed his brows at this and without much thought he decided to chase you down. Despite what little lighting the alleyway had to offer he could still keep you tracked down as he ran after you. It may have been his age starting to wear down on him but you seemed rather fast for a mere civilian. Regardless he was a highly trained soldier and you were nothing but someone ordinary in comparison. You turned to look behind you to see if he was following you and yet he still was without even so much as loosing you. You grew irritated at this,

“What’re you chasing me for?” You shouted, picking up your pace. You had to admit he was fast- but not faster than you. You knew this entire town like the back of your hand and spent your entire life racing through it. There was no way some stranger would catch up to you so easily.

“Why’re you running?” He retorted, not even slowing down to catch his breath.

“Anyone would run when being chased by a stranger!” You laughed as you pivoted quickly around a corner those even familiar to the area would miss. To your surprise he kept up to you with ease.

“Breaking the law warrants chases.” The man proclaims and you can’t help but laugh again. You would admit you were having a bit of fun, the thrill of being chased down by someone able to keep up with you. But you had grown weary of this game of cat and mouse and decided to put an end to it all.

Taking another sharp turn you kicked several trash bins over to the side to derail him even just for a moment as you climbed a rather high wall. Just as you had expected it didn’t take long for him to catch up and he slowed down in his tracks as he looked up at you- well you assumed he was since his visor was covering his eyes.

“And being chased warrants getaways, right?” You teased with a smirk. Soldier hadn’t felt this way in so long he forgot the feeling existed. The excitement and thrill of the chase, quite literally, made his stomach flip but he kept his composure.

Just as you turn to hop off of the other side of the wall the man quickly grabs your ankle and yanks your body back down to the ground. You let out a shocked squeak as he pinned you to the brick wall.

“This isn’t a game,” He hisses, his hands pinned on both sides of your head so you wouldn’t escape, “Think about your actions.”

There’s a long silence between the two of you as you stare up at him in shock. You hadn’t expected this in the slightest though granted you only knew him for however long he had been chasing you for. After a few more moments he sighs and backs away. If he didn’t have any self control he wasn’t sure he would be able to restrain himself from kissing you right then and there. Your cocky and playful expressions tugged at his heart strings but your look of uncertainty and a bit of fear mixed in with your expression went straight to his groin. Without wasting any time you scrambled back over the wall and ran down the streets. The man stood still in his place as he engraved the rhythmic tap-tap-tapping of your feet padding against the street into his mind ultimately until the sound faded. It was then that he had decided to stay in the town for a bit longer than he had planned and he didn’t intend to leave without you.

After his Blackwatch days were over, McCree had turned to bounty hunting which he found he was very good at and many requested him in need of his services. He had been hunting you for several weeks now- studying you, learning your schedule, your relationships, ticks, and even your habits. Somehow his heart, such a fickle thing, had disobeyed his business orders and he fell in love with you from afar. The way you smiled, how you tucked your locks of hair behind your ears, and even your habit of biting your lip when you were agitated made his heart race. He had yet to come into contact with you officially but that was all about to change.

He had easily located where you worked, a restaurant just on the edge of town where you used an alias to avoid detection from those in search of you, and he entered the building posing as an unassuming customer. You greeted him with a cheery smile and the gunslinger could feel his heart flutter. He made small talk with you before ordering and he could already feel himself falling deeper into this love he had found himself trapped in.

Mccree knew where you lived and if he played his cards right you would be his very soon. Though he was a bit disappointed when he would have to leave the town for a few days to dispose of the person who had hired him to capture you and bring you in. If he didn’t do so they would only hire other bounty hunter’s to capture you and he just couldn’t allow such filthy, grimy hands to touch you in the slightest. Only he was allowed to touch you and he would make sure of that.

#reaper #soldier 76 #jesse mccree #yandere

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