Overwatch Fantasies

McCree x Female Reader: Fallin'

Part Forty-Seven: McCree x Female Reader - Fallin' 

Rating: MODERATE

Author's Note: Hey everyone! I started this story WAY back and decided to finish it off this lonely evening, so my apologies if it's a little disjointed; thought I'd celebrate the release of Jesse McCree's new skin. Regarding content, abducted and betrayed by your lover but is he truly heartless or does he have you on his mind?

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You couldn't see, your sight prevented by a silk scarf. You struggled, as you noticed the smell of whiskey staining the air. You were afraid. You wanted to scream but were hushed by the gag in your mouth. You were powerless, vulnerable, invalid...

You were terrified, as you struggled to remember what had happened the night before. You vaguely remembered celebrating your birthday with one of your friends before meeting a handsome, young man. He wasn't usually your type, with his scruffy appearance and rather poor-person demeanour, but you were too intoxicated to care.

You kissed him, stroked his face, gasped as he sucked on your raw skin, his teeth sinking into your flesh. You wanted him, as your friends looked on, envy apparent in their eyes. You wanted to tell him you loved him, as you hadn't felt a sensation such as this before.

His eyes, it was instant. You knew he felt the same, as he grabbed your hand, leading you out the alleyway, his accent thick and hungry for you. You felt sick, as you thought the last shot had gone straight to your head, before you fell, straight into his arms, ready to hold you and take you away...

You began to pray, hoping God or what angel was looking down on you. You wanted to live, as you were only young and desperate to explore. You were never ungrateful for your upbringing; wealth defined your family, not you.

You stayed silent, as you listened; your captors apparently bickering over the fate of your life.

'We have to kill her' an angry, feminine voice screamed.

'No, we will hold her for ransom Ashe, no need to harm the poor girl' the voice from last night spoke.

You were mortified. He had betrayed you. How could he do this to you? Was what you had the night prior fake?

'Fuck this McCree, I'm shooting her now' she screamed before the heels of her boots could be heard, getting closer and closer to you...

An angry, lady entered the room, a twisted smile forming on her evil face as she looked down at your crumpled body.

'Well, looks like the young doll face has woken up' she sneered, crouching down, and pulling at your blindfold and gag. 

You frowned, as you attempted to adjust your sight to the lit room, looking at the silver-haired lady.

Immediately, you spat in her face, refusing to be afraid of her. If you died, you'd die fighting and refused to beg for her mercy.

The angry woman raised a knife to your throat, slicing it lightly, a thin layer of blood forming around your neck.

'Leave her Ashe' the man from last night grumbled, his spurs hitting the ground, as he entered the doorway, leaning against it casually.

'She spat at me Jesse, let me fucking kill her' Ashe screamed, cocking a pistol against your head. You closed your eyes.

'Ashe, how the fuck we supposed to get any money if our bargaining chip is dead?' Jesse sighed, his words stinging. He clearly felt nothing and couldn't care less whether you lived or died.