✮It's High Noon {AP}✮

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Status: NOT Accepting!

@sheslikeyou

❝ I wouldn’t have stayed ALIVE this long had I been the trustin’ type. Don’t take it personally.  Besides…I don’t even think ya’ trust me either… ❞

Cumulonimbus clouds of tobacco bellowed out of his cigar as Mccree cooly leaned against the wall.  He hadn’t expected to sneak up on Laura, had he, Jesse would’ve tossed the wrap several blocks ago.  The cowboy made no bones about it, he was INTRIGUED with the killer, who wouldn’t be fascinated with a woman who could gore the ugliest the criminal underworld and the boldest the US Government had to offer within seconds.  And she appeared to take a liking to him.  His eyes scanned her head to toe, he could already discern from observing her gait, that Laura was on the prowl…but for what.  He unpeeled himself from the wall and took a few steps towards her, cigar in hand.

scandal sentence starters aka lots of angst, sex, and murder.

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@sombrc

Mccree always envisioned their relationship as a carrot and stick experiment conducted by the machiavellian hacker.   The carrot, in this case, was a KISS on the lips (though usually sex) and the stick was, as usual, a smart ass remark.  However, as the lab rat for seven of her experiments, Sombra often fed him the carrot after conditioning Mccree to be rather pliant and then beat the cowboy with the stick regardless.  Had scouring the deserts, searching for someone who was as DIRTY as him, therefore wouldn’t judge him for his faults not been at the top of Jesse’s own hierarchy of needs he might’ve thrown up his arms and left her laboratory after their first night together.  Nevertheless, the cowboy remained seated at a booth located at the corner of a scoundrel’s bar, pouting before closing his eyes and accepting the kiss from a Sombra who was straddling him.  

Initially, the reciprocated kiss lacked fervor, for Mccree always found it hard to summon up the passion for a heated liplock when INSTRUCTED to do so in public.  Also, the masculine side of Mccree feared being ridiculed for lack of kissing acumen should he give Sombra everything he had in a kiss, However, as he began to taste more and more of her, his barriers began to falling, brick by brick as his hands began to roam her back and eventually grab a hold of her peculiar-styled hair.  The more of Sombra he was able to TOUCH, the hotter the furnace between his loins began to burn, reaching a melting point to where he could think nothing more than taking Sombra to the nearest men’s room and fucking until the bar closed.  This was, the nature of things and Jesse could not contest the laws of nature.  With the country music pompously blaring over the speakers and the murky lighting, they both were practically invisible to the other patrons at the bar. 

He continued to kiss her, explore her mouth, hum into the kiss before needing to break things off for the sake of OXYGEN, hands, both metal and human hands took a spoonful out of that supple rear end.  Mccree huffed like a man who had just finished a four-hundred meter dash.

❝ Now, I know ya’ enjoyed that kiss don’t deny it…like ya’ try to deny that ya’ LIKE me.  Men’s room..or women’s room? ❞

scandal sentence starters aka lots of angst, sex, and murder.

Status: Accepting!

@absumpsi

❝ So yer moved on from killin’ for hire....what happened...ya take up Real Estate? ❞

Mccree couldn’t fight the snicker even if the outlaw wanted to.  Taking a SHIT all over someone’s smartass was always enjoyable for him.  Just in case Amelia continued to play obtuse with her inner greed, Jesse brought out a wad of cash and waved it around as if he were a fisherman dangling bait for the big catch.  This assignment he undertook, may be too big for one bounty hunter, even one as skilled as Jesse Mccree.

scandal sentence starters aka lots of angst, sex, and murder.

Status: Accepting!

@backwaterheroics

❝ Would a DOCTOR lie to ya?❞

His remark was as ARID as Death Valley as the cowboy was trying (albeit not quite successfully)  to hide his displeasure upon the discovery that Angela leaked some of Mccree’s medical history to this young man.  Whether she intentionally leaned in his ear and whispered or just eavesdropping, Jesse preferred his mental health to be kept secret.  Physical wounds like scars on the other hand...Mccree would wear with PRIDE.  Don’t believe him, just stare at that metallic memento which is his left arm.

Like the badass he was, Mccree ultimately shrugged off the disclosure.

scandal sentence starters aka lots of angst, sex, and murder.

Status: Accepting!

@venimbise

CHARITY was an act that usually reaffirms one belief in the existence of angels, but when such a promise seemed to hiss off the tongue like it did for the Talon assassin, Mccree wasn’t sure whether he was being blessed by the servant of God, or tempted by a vassal of the Lucifer.  Despite the internal strife, Mccree still remained pliant for her whispers enchanted his senses and his body like the tunes from the flute of a snake charmer.

Overwatch were likely searching heaven and earth trying to find their ‘lost’ agent, but it was highly unlikely that they could turn over every rock, Widowmaker chose their shrine of EROS well.  It was dark, derelict room, no windows with the only piece of furniture being a small chair, even if Jesse wanted to discern their place of worship, there was no Rosetta Stone in sight. 

Another shiver jolted his body, as the vigilante was at now at his most VULNERABLE…bound to a chair, stripped of all clothing and at the mercy of the assassin whose delight could not be missed on her features.  Equipped with that same French vanilla fragrance she always wore to these meetings and managed to slip on a uniform even darker than the room.  The only thing Mccree could see was the gold in her eyes, the white in her smile, the periwinkle decolletage that ensnared so many before him and the faint outline of a knife she carried around for amusement.  Death could not come as easy as it would now.  It was no secret to him for Widowmaker frequently testified that this was the state in which she PREFERRED him, at her mercy.

In his newfound vulnerability, Jesse found that familiar stirring in his stomach and pulsating anticipation which hardened his phallus.  It wasn’t just the INEVITABILITY of sex which aroused him, it was that possibility, however remote, that the Black Widow would dispose of him at the end of the night.  Morbid perhaps, but Jesse always welcomed death, for it would finally give Mccree that long night of sleep he’d gone decades without.  He knew that based on his affair with Widowmaker, that his soul was doomed to hell, no use in attempting to atone for his past sins with heroism.  DEATH would just get this savior charade over with.  Was it possible that he craved his own demise as much as he did her sex?  

As Widow smiled, now straddling the cowboy and with that knife tracing a cross over his chest, he FANTASIZED about her cutting out his heart.  Breathing pattern accelerating, pupils dilating, moaning, erect member,  Jesse was behaving as though she was performing fellatio.  As she continued marking the cowboy, Mccree looked at the woman who had every bit of his mortal soul in his hand and whispered against those icy lips which likely drank from Cocytus.

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Status: Accepting!

@grishildr

POWERLESS, that was how Mccree felt as the Queen unloaded her heavy, emotional catharsis upon his willing ear.  There was nothing that Jesse felt he could do that could fill the void which had been created from a lifetime of EXPECTATIONS.  How could he?  The cowboy was literally from another world and besides that, could never hope to comprehend the burden someone in her position must have shouldered on a daily basis.  Her listing of travails was extensive from the loss of many of her friends to the abandonment of any semblance of a normal life to setting aside her conscience in EXECUTING a man of a crime…when beyond all reasonable doubt wasn’t quite established.  Even for an outlaw like Jesse Mccree, justice should always be thorough in its judgment.

Words proved impossible to come by so Jesse settled for holding the Queen’s hand, drawing circles on her palm, almost as if there were incantations imprinted on her skin to somehow ALLEVIATE the pain. Believe it or not, it was still a rather bold gesture for him to initiate the touch considering their status in Hyrule.  His forehead leaned against hers, trying to provide structure should she utterly collapse on him.  What can he say…..what should he say?  Whispering sweet nothings into her ear like a lover would....would likely prove ineffective.

The solution came when Mccree drew her closer when the cowboy began to hear the pounding of drums performed by Zelda’s heart.  From there, his gaze rose to meet hers, desperate watery gaze and with his human hand lifted her chin up so her eyes could not escape his DOTING stare.

scandal sentence starters aka lots of angst, sex, and murder.

Status: Accepting!

@soldierofhorus

Mccree chuckled merrily at the orders given, the usually rebellious cowboy was more than willing to CONFORM to Fareeha’s Code.  His tongue spread across chapped lips like cream before allowed his mouth to be devoured whole by the mecha pilot.  While some may accuse the pair of agents as being UNPROFESSIONAL, what with the lip-locking underneath the lintel of the practice range entry doorway (a location not at all discreet).  But to Jesse, any time alone with Fareeha Amari was few and far between, more likely to witness a comet darting across the night’s sky than experience a moment in time when both their schedules allowed for free time TOGETHER.

He broke off the kiss after a few passionate pecks because Mccree actually had something important to say.

❝ Now, before I was so...pleasantly interrupted,  I was gonna say that the scientist is given me the week off after I got into an argument with Jack...which means I have PLENTY of free time next week... ❞

scandal sentence starters aka lots of angst, sex, and murder.

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@mercifulguardian

❝ Have yer been hangin’ around that omnic doc’? Cuz that sounds like somethin’ he’d say...jesus christ he’s so hard to TALK to.... ❞

Putting his wit which was as SHARP as a cavalier's rapier aside, Mccree did understand the maxim and even spotted the granules of truth within it.  There was a saying amongst soldiers that one would always find out the true measure of a man (and woman for that matter) when confronted with the specter of DEATH.  Would they cowardly get on their knees to beg for their lives?  Would they close their eyes and accept their fate?  Or would they dig deep into the depths of their soul to summon the courage to fight back.   Based on decades of working with Angela, he surmised she was the third example with his nihilistic self content with being part of the second group.

The Greeks would sip wine while espousing stoic philosophy and this cowboy would uncork a bottle of JACK.  Upon opening the flask, Mccree held it out for Angela as an offering before wisely taking it back because he knew better for she likely preferred red wine.

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Status: Accepting!

@bellcdonna

❝ Heh-heh..❞ A gruff snicker, distilled from decades of VICE rumbled from his blackened chest. ❝ If that was the case, then the authorities must’ve figured out that I killed at least a dozen men before I turned eighteen by pure luck.❞

Mccree always possessed a MORBID sense of humor, family-friendly slapstick was far too boring for his pallet.  However, as the seconds ticked away the cowboy began to ruminate on her ULTIMATUM.  It had been the modus operandi of Jesse for years to supplant acts of a scoundrel with behavior reminiscent of chivalric knights in hopes of earning enough moral currency to buy ABSOLUTION from his past sins Yet, as so often and possibly predictably so, Mccree always crashed back into the wagon of debauchery and murder, especially when a beautiful woman was involved.  Maybe the vigilante should feel flattered that he shared such similar failings in character as Adam and King David.

Jesse took one more careless swig of whiskey, this one sure to scorch his throat and destroy what was left of his liver before tilting his head to meet the TEMPTRESS in the eye. 

As Mccree and Sombra were exiting the alcohol and nicotine drenched bar, an ambitious young police officer approached the pair and brandished a firearm, announcing that Sombra was now UNDER ARREST.  The cowboy, having none of that bullshit, reared back and landed a clean, straight right which knocked the man in blue out COLD.  He turned to his date and spoke with that famous gunslinger bravado.