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Sparrowhawk

Words (so far): 105,553

Chapters (so far): 24

Pairings: Genji/F!Reader

Fandom: Overwatch

First chapter here.

Latest chapter here.

Summary:

As a young woman hired to work in Hanamura for the benefit of the inhabitants and guests of Shimada Castle you find yourself getting a lot more out of your new job than you bargained for.

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A slow-burn, eventual romance, even more eventual smut Genji/f!Reader fic. Set both pre- and post-Overwatch as well as pre- and post-Dragons of course.

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What's lucios favourite meme

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My sister and I are arguing over whether or not genji has his bits. I think he does and he tucks but she's convinced he has a strap on. Can you write maybe dva and tracer arguing only for someone (your choice) to set them straight.

//I’m answering this early because I can’t stop thinking about this ask. In the Sparrowhawk-verse Genji 100% still has his twig and berries, so we’re gonna go with that here. Also this takes place in some weird reality where Hana is in OG Overwatch even though she wasn’t born yet.

“I just don’t see why they’d leave them on, it’s not like he’s gonna-”

“Hana, I’m sure someone would want to, uh… I mean, not me, but, someone?”

“Really, Tracer? You don’t sound too sure of that.”

“I’m gay anyway, why am I even arguing about this with you?”

D.Va grabs Tracer by the straps of her chronal accelerator and shook her surprisingly hard, a look of terrifying intensity in the MEKA pilot’s eyes. “Because we have to know.”

Tracer pulls a face, clearly uncomfortable. “I just don’t think it’s any of my business what’s in a person’s knickers unless I plan on getting in there myself.” Her uncomfortable grimace shifts quickly into a smirk. “Unless that’s a particular concern of yours, Hana?”

“Eurgh, no! I’m just….” Hana’s gaze drifts off for a moment as she tries to think of a decent word. “Curious?”

Both of the girl’s heads whip around to the corner of the room as a third voice joins their conversation; a gruff, Southern drawl.

“As hilarious as it is to watch you ladies fight,” Jesse says, stubbing out his cigar in the nearest ashtray. “I have it on good authority that Genji’s packin’, ahem, down there.”

Lena and Hana both raise a quizzical eyebrow each.

“Don’t you Blackwatch boys shower together? Surely you’ve-”

“You think I’m busy checkin’ out my friend’s dick in the showers?” Jesse says, eyes crinkling with the effort of not laughing. “Lena, that’s disgustin’. I’m usually more worried about Reyes turning off the hot water for the laughs, pumpkin.” 

Hana lets go of Tracer finally and rounds on McCree with an accusatory tone and a jabbing finger. “Then who is this good authority of yours, cowboy?”

Jesse swipes Hana’s finger out of his face, smirk partially concealed by the brim of his hat. “Torbjorn. Go ask him yourself.”

Hana and Lena’s faces both dropped in shock and horror. “Wait, what the fu-”

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nsfw mcreee hcs?

• Grabby. Literally the handsiest man on the planet, and he’s only got one fucking hand.

• Very VERY vocal. We’re talking moans, groans, growls, compliments, nicknames (‘sugar’, ‘honey’, ‘darlin’) all in between him gasping for breath.

• Speaking of don’t expect him to be gentle. He’s used to running out of time almost constantly and he fucks like it.

• Two words: stubble burn.

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//Not sure if anyone knows, but I also have an AO3! I’m currently writing a ReaderxGenji fic so if anyone’s interested you can find it here :)

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nsfw mcreee hcs?

• Grabby. Literally the handsiest man on the planet, and he’s only got one fucking hand.

• Very VERY vocal. We’re talking moans, groans, growls, compliments, nicknames (‘sugar’, ‘honey’, ‘darlin’) all in between him gasping for breath.

• Speaking of don’t expect him to be gentle. He’s used to running out of time almost constantly and he fucks like it.

• Two words: stubble burn.

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proud grandpa

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There is a new chapter of this! Several, since I last posted it on here!

//Not sure if anyone knows, but I also have an AO3! I’m currently writing a ReaderxGenji fic so if anyone’s interested you can find it here :)

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How about some nsfw symbra headcanons 👀👀

• Sombra is a nightmare when it comes to Satya’s hardlight constructs; Satya will try to use them during sex, like making a dildo or something and Sombra will just straight up make it shock her lover whenever she’s not doing it right.

• Satya is a perfectionist and this extends to her sex life…. most of the time. There are times when Sombra is able to make her loosen up and let go, and it’s these times that Satya gets to call her ‘mistress’.

• When Satya gets to be in charge she will absolutely 100% not let Sombra get the release she screams and curses for without getting satisfied herself first, and exactly how she wants it.

• Satya wears gorgeous, lacy, structured underwear. Lingerie, even. Sombra doesn’t wear anything.

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My sister and I are arguing over whether or not genji has his bits. I think he does and he tucks but she's convinced he has a strap on. Can you write maybe dva and tracer arguing only for someone (your choice) to set them straight.

//I’m answering this early because I can’t stop thinking about this ask. In the Sparrowhawk-verse Genji 100% still has his twig and berries, so we’re gonna go with that here. Also this takes place in some weird reality where Hana is in OG Overwatch even though she wasn’t born yet.

“I just don’t see why they’d leave them on, it’s not like he’s gonna-”

“Hana, I’m sure someone would want to, uh… I mean, not me, but, someone?”

“Really, Tracer? You don’t sound too sure of that.”

“I’m gay anyway, why am I even arguing about this with you?”

D.Va grabs Tracer by the straps of her chronal accelerator and shook her surprisingly hard, a look of terrifying intensity in the MEKA pilot’s eyes. “Because we have to know.”

Tracer pulls a face, clearly uncomfortable. “I just don’t think it’s any of my business what’s in a person’s knickers unless I plan on getting in there myself.” Her uncomfortable grimace shifts quickly into a smirk. “Unless that’s a particular concern of yours, Hana?”

“Eurgh, no! I’m just….” Hana’s gaze drifts off for a moment as she tries to think of a decent word. “Curious?”

Both of the girl’s heads whip around to the corner of the room as a third voice joins their conversation; a gruff, Southern drawl.

“As hilarious as it is to watch you ladies fight,” Jesse says, stubbing out his cigar in the nearest ashtray. “I have it on good authority that Genji’s packin’, ahem, down there.”

Lena and Hana both raise a quizzical eyebrow each.

“Don’t you Blackwatch boys shower together? Surely you’ve-”

“You think I’m busy checkin’ out my friend’s dick in the showers?” Jesse says, eyes crinkling with the effort of not laughing. “Lena, that’s disgustin’. I’m usually more worried about Reyes turning off the hot water for the laughs, pumpkin.” 

Hana lets go of Tracer finally and rounds on McCree with an accusatory tone and a jabbing finger. “Then who is this good authority of yours, cowboy?”

Jesse swipes Hana’s finger out of his face, smirk partially concealed by the brim of his hat. “Torbjorn. Go ask him yourself.”

Hana and Lena’s faces both dropped in shock and horror. “Wait, what the fu-”

The two girls spent most of the rest of the day in silent horror, speaking only to voice this horror to each other as they wandered the halls in mute disgust. Why the fuck would Torbjorn of all people know what was going on in Genji’s pants?

“Do you- d’you think they’re…. Fucking?”

Lena looks at Hana in disgust, but Hana raises her hands in surrender. “We’re both thinking it, don’t deny it Tracer.” Tracer nods, mutely, and turns to staring dead in front of her again. The thought plagues them as they wander.

Eventually, the pair found themselves at the engineering labs and luckily, or perhaps unluckily, Genji and Torbjorn themselves were there, exiting Torbjorn’s lab. The shorter man had his hand on Genji’s, perhaps explaining something about a tune-up to the shuriken launchers. Or perhaps in a tender display of affection. Who knew.

It was the ninja who noticed them first. “Tracer, D.Va? Are you two alright? You’re very red in the face.”

Lena stares directly down as though her beat-up old boots are suddenly the most interesting things in the world, but D.Va squares her shoulders and stares Genji directly in the eye, through his visor at least.

“Are you two having sex? With each other?”

There’s a long, cold moment of silence that makes D.Va want the ground to open up and swallow her whole, but then there’s a guttural choking noise followed by the loudest, most boisterous laugh any of them have ever heard, and Torbjorn is doubled over laughing so hard that there’s two veins popping out in his forehead. He’s practically purple in the face, and shaking all over like a leaf.

Genji just stands with his arms akimbo as though Hana had pushed him. “Wha- What gave you that idea?”

Lena pipes up as D.Va’s slapped a hand over her mouth in embarrassment and is quickly going the same colour as Torbjorn. “Jesse, I mean, McCree said that Torbjorn knew what was going on with your-” She gestures vaguely in the direction of Genji’s crotch. “Yknow.”

Torbjorn’s laughter has turned to an extended howl of pure hilarity, and he slaps his knee a few times in his exuberance before he answers. “I helped put him back together, holy shit-” And then he’s howling with laughter again, which makes D.Va snort, and then she’s joining in with the laughter, nervous little giggles escaping her every so often. Genji and Tracer both watch them with mute horror again, mouths hanging open.

“Uh, Lena?”

“Mmmhmm?”

“Please go and get Mercy before one of these two gives themselves a hernia.”

“Gotcha.”

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What's lucios favourite meme

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roadie nsfw alphabet, the vowels + p and v? (i hope that's not too much i'm srry 😓)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)• Roadhog has big hands that are always warm and he loves scooping his partner up in them to ease their aches after a particularly rough session. He’s also a cuddler!

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)• Roadie definitely knows what he’s doing, he’s a surprisingly sexual person. He takes the time to learn all he can about every partner’s body.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) • In the moment he can range from loving caring Mako to detached, feral Roadhog. All depends what he and his partner need.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)• Prefers getting. A) it means he can keep his mask on, and B) he always loves watching people try and wrap both hands and their lips around his thick cock.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)• Again it depends on what mood he’s in, but he’s usually the one to crack first in a teasing situation.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)• Usually fast and rough, but that doesn’t mean it’s over quickly, not by a long way.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)• Louder than you’d expect, lots of grunts and panting, like an animal in heat. Really loud, deep groans too, especially when he’s receiving a BJ.

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Reyes: Jesse, you’re in charge while I’m away.

McCree: Alright, I’m your man.

Reyes: Don’t do anything stupid.

McCree: Ok, I’m kinda your man.

Reyes: And keep the others out of trouble.

McCree: You need another man.

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your writing is my mcfuckin life, I love whenever you post it's a nice pick-me-up to read something from an awesome writer :)

//Well ain’t this just the sweetest message I ever did get?! Thanks nonnie!!

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Stupid Overwatch Headcanon

Jesse McCree is, like, AMAZINGLY good at stealth. That’s why he was recruited to Blackwatch. When he wants to, he can move perfectly silently.  This was an asset in the field, but it was becoming a serious problem on the base, because you had all these trained soldiers with hair-trigger reflexes who reacted badly to people appearing suddenly behind them.

They ended up making him wear spurs so they could keep track of him. If he ever takes them off he’s a ghost. 

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McCree showing his chubby/plus size S/O just how much he missed them after being gone for so long

//guess what this turned into a stupid drabble instead of headcanons, help; this is also fulfilling an ask asking for McCree reunion fluff so here we, here we, here we fucking go.

Recall had happened. It had reached you in the middle of the night, waking you from your sleep with the high-pitched ringing contrasting with the gruff tones of Winston calling you all back to Gibraltar. You hadn’t answered. You’d listened. And waited.

Slowly but surely, people began to confirm their return, first a trickle of agents, and then a flood, but still you remained at home, watching your inbox fill up with questions. When are you coming? Who are you bringing? How long will you be? You shut off the holoscreen. You knew exactly what you were waiting for - or rather, who - but you refused to admit it to yourself, let alone any of the other agents.

Days melted into nights which thawed back into days, almost a month passed. The messages slowed, and then stopped coming, until one day when you opened your eyes finally to the incessant ringing of your phone. You flinch when you answer, Lena’s endlessly chirpy voice screeching down the line at you.

“He’s here, and he’s asking for you. I know why you’re not here yet, you plonker, and now he’s showed up so get your arse down here.”

“Tracer, buddy, I-”

“Shush, I’ve already got your transport sorted. He seems to think we’re hiding you somewhere. God, how long’s it been? And hes still into you? You should be excited! C’mon!”

The travel seems to pass quicker than a blink and simultaneously take forever, Lena’s words twisting in your gut like a knife; he was asking for you. For you. Not about you. Not some passing thing to small talk about, but a tangible thing that he could ask for.

You suppose you shouldn’t have been surprised, really, to see Jesse McCree himself barrelling down the runway towards you as you step off the dropship. Gone for now is the cowboy garb, he looks fresh off the training field in grey sweatpants and a t-shirt a size too small so that it clings. There’s a fine sheen of sweat on his skin, and a dark patch of it across his chest, and even now all these years on you know that if you bury your face in that chest he’ll smell of cheap whiskey and cigar smoke and sharp cologne and sex.

You don’t have to think that for long though because then he’s there and he’s lifting you as though you weigh nothing, hands sinking slightly into the softness of your waist, and he laughs breathlessly as he spins you. You’re buried in that chest then and his arms are around you, one cold and hard which makes you jerk back in surprise and grab at the offending hand. It’s metal, oh god, Jesse-

“What did you do?!”

“Had t’ get rid a’ that old Deadlock tattoo somehow, didn’t I?” His voice is a drawl, seemingly always growled out around that cigar even when it’s not clamped between his teeth, and tears spring unbidden to your eyes at the sound. His human hand is tracing you; the swell of your hips, the little dip at your waist, around rounded wrists and across chubby cheeks that blush in the wake of his fingertips. It’s like he’s memorised you and is just solidifying the image in front of him, checking you’re real. You see his Adam’s apple bob as his breath catches and fling yourself back towards him, almost knocking him over with your enthusiasm, making him go ‘whoa there’ and making you giggle.

“Fuck, I missed you.”

The sentiment is dragged almost unwillingly from your lips, and it hangs in the air between you for a moment as he pulls back to look down at you, wolfish grin between the shaggy stripes of his new beard. You like it, this mountain man look.

“I missed you too, pumpkin. Hand me those bags, can’t have a lady carryin’ her own luggage now, can I?”

He carries the luggage to his room in the Watchpoint, explaining that yours isn’t ready yet, and you sit awkwardly, nervously, on the edge of his narrow bed as though you hadn’t been in it years ago with the cowboy, rutting away at each other like you were in heat. You flush again at the memory and privately store it away for later. You barely notice when he kneels down in front of you, only rejoining the waking world when he takes your hands in both of his, presses a kiss to each one and blinks up at you hopefully, like a puppy.

“Hope that wasn’t too presumptive of me, I just-” He grins lopsidedly, a flush of his own creeping up his weathered face. You long to trace every new scar and wrinkle with your fingertips, with your lips and teeth and tongue. “I dunno if you wanna start again, or pick up from where we left off, or neither, bu-” 

You surprise the both of you by leaning down and silencing him with a kiss. His arms encircle you, pressing into your flesh, and he groans against your lips, making you part from his gently. His hands come back to your front, gently pulling at your shirt, and you help him get rid of it. His mouth is suddenly everywhere, pressing kisses across the heaving domes of your breasts, leaving traces of beard burn and teeth marks across any blemish he can find, stretch marks or scars or anywhere he remembers your didn’t like. He sweeps across your stomach with fiery intent, bolder now that you had made the first move and both his hands, organic and synthetic, part your thighs as it finally twigs what he’s going to do.

He looks up at you, as though he can see the gears in your head grind to a halt on the answer, and teasingly drops a kiss full of a rasp of beard and teeth against your clothed thigh.

“Now, how about we get these off and I’ll show you how much I really missed ya?”

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Words: 6.4k+ Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jesse McCree/Reader, Jesse McCree/You Characters: Jesse McCree, Reader Additional Tags: the reader in this is cis female, so click away if that makes you uncomfortable, PWP Summary: You’re an underling working for Overwatch, a cog in the machine. Although most of the heroes know you by name, there’s only one hero who gives you butterflies in your tummy whenever he looks your way: Jesse McCree. Read on and discover how the two of you become closer.