Tag: McCree

“Wow, you aren’t even gonna touch the food first?” with McCree?

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As sweet as this homemade anniversary dinner is, you have eyes on a much more delectable treat than the spread before you.

“Wow, you aren’t even gonna touch the food first?” McCree grins at you as you stretch your feet out, pressing lightly against the thin fabric of the apron. It shifts with every movement of your feet, revealing more and more of his gloriously tanned skin. He can’t possibly expect to wear nothing but this apron and that you wouldn’t jump on him at the first opportunity. 

Your hooded eyes gleam with desire and amusement, a finger tapping at your lips as you watch his muscled form twitch. “Then you shouldn’t have put an even more delicious dish in front of me, McCree.” His eyes flutter and his mouth falls agape when you slip your feet under the apron to touch his heated erection, caressing and slipping over him until you feel wetness smear over your toes.

The writing on the apron distorts as he slides down and opens his thighs to you, inviting your touch, but you can still read it clear as day. ‘It’s not done right if it ain’t raw’ is printed in large letters over a picture that has been scratched out in marker pen, McCree’s handwriting replacing it with ‘my ass’.

You bite your lip and tuck one foot under his ass to nudge at his hole teasingly. “Besides, I don’t think you’ll last throughout dinner without something in your ass.”

The outlaw groans in reply and gets out of his seat, instead sitting down on the floor and flopping onto his back before you with his legs raised to reveal his winking hole and throbbing cock. He pouts up at you as he spreads his cheeks wide, “I can entertain ya while you eat, boss.”

“That you can, Jesse McCree,” you point at a pile of freshly washed and intact cucumbers on the counter. “Get to it. I want that ass ready for dessert.” 

He moans and fingers himself uncontrollably for a heartbeat until you kick his thigh with the top of your foot to nudge him into action. “Yes, ma’am,” he groans and rolls to his knees to start crawling over to the counter. 

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Imagine you’ve had puppy!cree for awhile and you love him dearly, but you want some companionship and you’re afraid to get into a hybrid/human relationship since it’s somewhat frowned upon by society’s standards. So, you get into some online dating and invite some potential suitors to your home one after another.

McCree. Is. Pissed.

He wants you all for himself, and seeing these other people invade HIS home trying to seduce HIS owner is not okay. These little dates always fail because McCree always does something to drive your dates away. Anything from just being a petty brat, to even threatening them. He even got into a fist fight with one. 

Fed up with this behavior, you confront McCree about it and he confesses his frustrations. He even gets a little teary eyed when he asks if he wasn’t good enough for you. He loves you unconditionally and doesn’t understand how you could prance around with other people like it was no big deal.

You admit that yes, you love him very much too. You were just hesitant to act on it due to societal standards, but McCree said FUCK THAT. 

It was a bit of a struggle, but the two of you did manage to make amends and start… kinda dating??? Nothing really changed between the two of you. You’d just add a few extra hugs and kisses into your normal routine. 

Domestic Puppy!Cree

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Word count: 1031

It had been a long and agonizing day for you. Your body
creaked and ached with every step you took, your eyelids heavier than lead, and
your attitude was awfully sour. You grumpily trudged home in the rain, your
umbrella hardly doing you any good for the wind blew the water directly at you.
You didn’t want to look at anyone, you didn’t want to talk to anyone, you
didn’t want anyone touching you. You swore if anyone came within an inch of
your being you’d bite the closest limb off their body. All you wanted to do was
go home and sulk, scream, punch something—just about anything to take the edge
off.

In the midst of your world-ending fantasies, you finally
make your way home. You fumble with your keys, grumbling to yourself as you
keep grabbing the wrong one. You practically rip the handle out of the door as
you turn it and the door opens with a slam against the wall as you storm your
way in and toss all your things to the floor. Screw cleaning up, that was a
problem for future you.

You make your way to the living room so you can lay on the
couch and mope, but— there he is. Your sweet, special boy. With all the
negativity you’ve experienced today, you almost forgot he existed. Your sweet
pup Jesse was sitting on the couch, looking over his shoulder and directly at
you with a smile on his face. You could hear the gentle thump of his tail whacking the cushions due to the pure joy he had
of seeing you again. Either he hadn’t noticed you were in a bad mood, or he
chose to ignore it. Either way, he quickly rises from his seat and rushes over
to you, nearly tripping in the process. Jesse pulls you into a tight embrace
and already you can feel the stressors of your day melting away. You gently
nuzzle your face into the chest fur that always fluffs out from his shirt. He
never buttons the top-most button on his shirts because he simply has too much
fluff. He thinks it’s embarrassing, you think it’s adorable.

“Hi, hi, hi!” he says excitedly as he licks your face. “I
missed you! You were gone too long! I was afraid you’d never come back. Never
do that again.” You try to conceal the roll of your eyes. He does this every
time you leave, no matter how long you are gone for.

“I know, I know,” you respond, wrapping your arms around
Jesse’s beefy body and gently stroking his back to get him to calm down. “I
don’t have to go back out for a while. I’m all yours.”

Jesse couldn’t contain his excitement, letting out high
pitched whimpers and whines as he smothered every inch of you with his slobbery
dog kisses. Such a big baby, you think to yourself. Ever since you saved him
from the streets he’s been awfully clingy. Of course, you let him do it because
he’s earned these daily pleasures after a life of hardship. You have only
yourself to blame for this spoiled little beast.

“Alright, alright. Down boy. Down,” you command once you’ve
had enough. Jesse responds immediately, ceasing his kisses and letting you go.
However, the sad look in his eyes were a little overkill. You tell him to sit
on the couch and wait for you, which he does without hesitation. Once he’s
settled in, you go to your room to change into your cozy pajamas. Perhaps you
just sit and wait a few moments to wear down Jesse’s patience. Every now and
then you like to test how good of a dog he is, and he often blows your expectations
out of the water. Such a good, well-trained boy. You couldn’t have asked for a
better puppy.

You slowly make your way back to the living room and as soon
as you are within Jesse’s eyesight you can hear the thumping of his tail
hitting the cushions yet again. He’s practically bouncing in his seat, dying to
lunge at you and take you in his arms. Before his resolve breaks, though, you
raise a hand and tell him firmly to stay.
Jesse’s body goes rigid, eyes locked on you like a delicious piece of meat
dangling just out of reach. You sit down beside your lovely pup and gently pat
your lap. With this, Jesse becomes far more relaxed and a smile makes its way
back to his face. He removes is hat and sets it on the coffee table before he
lays back and rests his head on your lap, his tail wagging lazily as he lets
out a soft grunt in approval. Now that is the adorable puppy you’ve come to
love so much.

Jesse shuts his eyes and you run your hand through his messy
hair, taking a moment to massage his floppy ears when your hands got there.

“Mnn… love ya so much,” he whispers before giving your
fingers gentle kitten lick with that tongue he simply can’t keep to himself. “I
love you too,” you mutter in response, trying to keep your composure as your
chest swelled with pure love and adoration for this sweet pup.

Now, this. This is what made everything worth it. Coming
home to Jesse, your Jesse, always made everything feel okay. You don’t even
remember why you were in such a bad mood in the first place. All that mattered
was you had your pup in your arms and you can finally put this day to rest.

You lean back on the couch and shut your eyes. The couch
dips a bit as you feel Jesse adjust to the new position and lay on top of you.
He was a little heavy, but not suffocating. Just enough pressure to give you
that feeling of home.  You press a gentle kiss to Jesse’s cheek,
then relax and let your consciousness drift away.

Jesse refused to leave your side the entire night, and when
you woke up the next morning, you were greeted to a warm, loving kiss from the
pup you’ve come to adore.

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Imagine you’re fast asleep. Settled all snug and warm in bed, snuggling with your darling doggy McCree. However, he’s having trouble sleeping. He’s restless but he doesn’t know why. He tosses and turns, only feeling somewhat comfortable when pressed up against you, yet he still can’t get himself to sleep. He decides to burrow himself under the covers and rest his head on your stomach. He takes a moment to listen to you breathe and this seems to calm him for a bit until he catches a whiff of your scent. Trapped under the covers, your natural scent was much stronger and McCree couldn’t help but let out a pleased growl when he got a good whiff. His tail gently thumped against the bed as he inched further down, wanting to smell from the source.

McCree gets down to your clothed sex and licks his lips in anticipation before pressing his nose against it. His body trembles as he takes a deep breath in, eyes rolling back as he lets out a relieved sigh. You smelled so good. McCree chooses to settle there, keeping his nose pressed against your crotch, his tongue occasionally darting out in an attempt to taste you. 

He isn’t quite sure when he fell asleep, but he did. With his face nestled between your legs. He wakes up to find you hugging his face with your thighs, and you won’t let him go until he makes up for all the teasing he did to you last night.

“Y-you’re not getting rid of me, are you? Mistress?” with puppy!cree?

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Some soft younger McCree for you, Anon! Maybe, newly recruited Blackwatch McCree? Just started to be trained? With a black collar and a cute deadeye-patterned handkerchief around his neck to match.

It was strange when your puppy, Jesse, wouldn’t get up from his spot on the carpet. He said, “Yes, Ma’am,” when you addressed him, but he didn’t move.

Last night was Halloween. He spent all evening all bristly at the crowds of strangers walking by the house. He growled and chuffed until you shushed him. He wore himself out, so you left him to sleep where he lay. Jesse was snoring softly. It was cute; you couldn’t bear to interrupt it.

You knelt down next to him in the morning.

“Hey, hey,” you said quietly. You rubbed your hand down his back and tugged gently on his ears. “Something wrong?”

“M-mistress.”

“Hm?” you asked with eyebrows raised.

He shifted to the side. Under him was a roundish, wet spot in the carpet.

You whispered, “Oh.”

Then you remembered. There were some fireworks after you went to bed. After you left him to sleep. He must have been startled and peed himself.

“Y-you’re not gonna get rid of me, are you? M-mistress?”

His tail wagged a few times, weakly. You brushed his brown, messy hair from his forehead. You would groom him later. But for now, you kissed his cheek.

“That’s an accident, right?”

He nodded.

“Then let’s clean this up together. It happens. Okay?”

He nodded and got up to help you.

Reaper and McCree (separate) in heat and their s/o decides to “help them out”? This is their first time experiencing sex during heat, maybe involving the ‘mating press’? Thank you 🖤

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Reaper:

  • He’s very reluctant to ask for help. He doesn’t particularly like showing signs of submission but as an Omega, he has the natural tendency to do that. He’ll probably approach you and let you pick up his scent on your own. Maybe bang his head on your shoulder to get your attention. 
  • Internally, he’s actually really excited. He’s always been alone during his heat and now he’ll finally have a partner. His instinct was driving him to get more excited than normal. He’s gonna be pretty desperate by the time you get to a bedroom. 
  • He is absolutely blown away when you start fucking him. He wants to scream and cry out but his pride won’t allow that. The best you’ll get are a few deep grunts and whines as you fuck him silly. You’ll also get plenty of scratches all over your body as he holds onto you for dear life.
  • Reaper is surprised you are able to keep him pinned in that press, but the weight of your body on him feels so comforting and at the angle you’re able to hit just the right spot. He bites into your shoulder as a means of muting his moans as they begin to sneak their way out of him. It feels so good he has tears in his eyes.

McCree:

  • His heat takes him by surprise and he goes into a bit of a panic. He goes to you for comfort and your presence alone makes him feel so much better. He begs that you help him through this.
  • He’s taken aback when you pin him down and thrust into him, but he’s never felt so satisfied before. You make him feel so full, so deliciously used. e can’t contain his moans and throws his head back to let out a scream in ecstasy.
  • He’s shouting praises with every thrust you make, begging that you don’t stop. Never stop. He wishes he had sex with you during his heat sooner. This is just what he needed.
  • He’s a whining, mewling mess when you’ve knotted him and are waiting to start round 2. Jesse also rather favors the mating press and asks that you keep doing that. It gives him a gentle feeling of helplessness that turns on his inner Omega.