#sub!mccree

It’s been a while, but here it is~

The newest addition to your collection is hefty, girthy, and not something to be taken lightly. And yet, Jesse insists on having every single inch inside him. 

“That’ll hurt, big boy.” You furrow your brow at him from your position between his legs. “Flint’s too thick and you’re not fully relaxed-”

Your cowboy grunts and claws at your thighs, his legs closing around your waist to pull you closer. “I don’t care whether it’ll hurt. I just want it.” He wriggles his hips loser and tries to impale himself on the thick, ridged cock. And when you edge your hips away, he growls and slips a hand between you so he can slip it into himself to no avail.

“Jesse!” You admonish him.

He almost sobs. “Boss, please! Please, you gotta fuck me, you gotta! I’m fucking greedy, okay? I’ve been a bad boy and fingered myself, thinkin’ about how you’d fuck me with Flint so hard that I can’t walk right for days.” He wrenches up and kisses you roughly, snarling that he just wants you to douse him inside and out with lube so you can fuck him hard and rough. “C’mon, Boss, don’t leave me hangin’, please!”

You have half a mind to just leave him here, pulsing and aching, maybe with a butt plug just to make him shut up, but the pitiful look on his face softens your resolve. Rather than say anything, you clamp a hand over his mouth and use the other to angle Flint’s head at your boy’s dripping, winking asshole.

Bit by bit, the monstrous cock slides in. Every centimetre that goes in is punctuated by an expression of absolute bliss. You can feel his mouth drop open under your palm and the vibration of the loud ass, whorish moan he emits. His eyes roll up into his head as you press hard and make him stretch over the thickest part of Flint.

“Does it hurt, baby?”

Jesse’s eyes flutter and those chocolate orbs focus on you dazedly. “Y-yeah, but it hurts so fuckin’ good~ Oh fuck I think I’m gonna cum!”

You laugh, ramming the last inch of Flint right up his ass and feel his tight, clenching balls touch your belly.

“Oh fucking-shit-oh fuck! Fuck, that’s so goddamn big, I-I- OOonnnngggghh~” That southern drawl thickens and turns his words almost indistinguishable from the numerous moans and whines coming from his mouth. 

Dude. Sub-yandere!Hanzo? He’s getting a full sleeve dedicated to you (more if you wished it). With your name and birthdate in pretty kanji. Hell, maybe even your blood type. Along with nice images, scenery, colors that represent who you are and your favorite things, and anything else that you felt he should get, even if it’s just because the image tickles your fancy, and for no other reason than you said so. You told him you wanted him to have it, so he got it. Whatever it takes to keep you happy and keep you loving him.    

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You were trying to get Jesse, normally your good boy, to try your favourite flavour of pie. Strawberry and rhubarb. But he was refusing. Politely, but refusing.

"No, Ma'am."

"Jesse."

"Don't like the combination, Ma'am."

Hanzo likes it when Mr. McCree takes him out to dinner, though not for the reason most people might assume. He enjoys the free food and company well enough, but his real enjoyment came from the needy, hopeful looks Mr. McCree shot him, and the knowing little glances they got from all around the tables. Those glances that told him the other patrons thought they knew exactly what was up: Hanzo being young and pretty and going to be fucked on Mr. McCree’s big cock sooner rather than later after the dinner.

He thinks it’s amusing that they think like that when both of them knew how the evening would really go.

“Sit down,” Hanzo orders him as soon as they step into Mr. McCree’s expensive apartment. His big hands flutter helplessly around Hanzo’s hips for a moment, obviously debating whether he should have a touch, but ultimately deciding against it. He blows out a long breath and sits in the chair Hanzo had indicated with a regal nod of his head.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Hanzo asks him mildly, playing with his tie and slowly loosening the tight, perfect knot. Mr. McCree’s head tilts back, showing him his throat. He swallows hard and nods, watching the gape of Hanzo’s shirt.

Hanzo, noticing his distraction, smirks and stands up. He sheds the garment and cups a pec with one hand. Watches how Mr. McCree’s eyes bug out and his cheeks get ruddy red beneath his beard.

“Did you like ogling me tonight?” he continues.

“You’re way too pretty,” McCree agrees with a groan. He lifts his hands and drags them across his face. He looks like a man with an addiction, and Hanzo enjoys that very much.

“Open your pants. Show me your cock.”

Mr. McCree lets out a long, whistling breath through his nose. His hands are shaking as he fumbles with his pants, hectic as a young teen as he fishes inside his boxers and doesn’t manage to pull his cock out for the longest time.

When he finally does manage to wrestle it free from the wet fabric, he grunts in elation, slumping back, large barrel chest heaving as he presents Hanzo with the fat dick; ruddy red and with bulging veins. Not a pretty cock but so very, very tempting.

Hanzo’s mouth waters at the sight; the way Mr. McCree’s large fingers play unselfconsciously with the foreskin; pulling it back and displaying the shiny fat tip to Hanzo’s dark, intent gaze.

“You know what they think?” Hanzo murmurs as he slips out of his boots and leans down to pull off his socks. “They think I’m drooling on your cock right now. That you fuck my throat with that big, fat dick of yours.”

It is crude, and not his preferred way to talk, but he’s found out early how very much Mr. McCree likes it when he’s being lewd. Like now as he groans and tightens his fingers in a ring just beneath the swollen glans; milking a few drops from the slit.

“You like it that they think that way,” Hanzo states, rucking up his pant leg and lifting his foot; so smooth and unblemished looking next to McCree’s dark red dick.

It feels hot against the sole of his foot as he presses it up against McCree’s clothed belly. He allows himself a smirk as the older man immediately snatches his hand away; letting him play with his cock however he likes.

He is chuffing away like a steam engine, hands clawing at the armrests of his chair. His chin is on his chest, staring down at Hanzo’s toes curling and uncurling against the swollen head.

@blerd-lines Can't wait until you update us on that short Genji drabble where the reader takes McCree to bed in front of him.

Mentioned Genji drabble here

I’m a bit tired today so I haven’t had anything written. Here’s one that I’ve been holding onto for a while.

"You sure Genji won't be angry?" Jesse asks you carefully, watching the back of your head as you place your ID on the reader.

"As a matter of fact, he will be hopping mad," you murmur with a sly smile. But you turn around and smooth down his collar. "He knows, don't worry. He was the one who confided in me that he wants to watch."

"As we have sex?" That charming grin widens.

Yours turns sharp. "No. As I ruin you and leave him salivating for my touch."

Jesse gulps, a blush spreading across his cheeks ever so cutely, but he doesn't look intimidated or scared. In fact, his pupils are blown wide, a bulge starting to tent in his pants, and he licks his lips hungrily. "Deal."

The best mouth? Well, it’s hard to pick the best but here are a few front runners~

For the boys, we have McCree and Gabe. 

McCree’s got an oral fixation, puts everything in his mouth to explore it like some dog, but that’s a good thing because he knows exactly how to use his mouth and tongue to give you the most pleasure. He has a party trick where he can tie a double knot on a cherry stem, so imagine him using all that talent on you with his hands tied behind his back.

Gabriel’s a bit of a rougher lover, but it’s because of his beard rather than his technique. He’s got a refined tongue, shall we say, very clean head game that can get you cumming in no time flat. You’d be hard-pressed to push him away after your first though, he just looks so good between your thighs and his bearded face pressed into the crux of your legs. 

For my girls, Sombra and Fareeha pull ahead of the others.

Sombra is a greedy little slut when she gets to use her mouth, dirty and sloppy and very growly. Her game might not be clean, but god is she so enthusiastic that you won’t care. She will encourage you to squeeze her head when you cum, she loves feeling squeezed so tightly that she might suffocate. Prepare for claw marks down your legs too, though.

Oh, the naughty boy trio! Jack, go see if you can find Genji. McCree should be in his room, but Genji is a little harder to find. Well, while he goes and hunts down our elusive ninja, come over here for a bit.

Right, their favourite toys. Let me just open up this closet here...ah-hah! Okay, favourite toys. See this little strap in here? It’s basically a strap on, but one end goes inside a hole so it can be held in place. Just put this in one of the boys and let them fuck the other and you’ve got one hell of a show. Plus both of them will be whining that they can’t use their cocks, but this strap in has been specially made to hit p-spots, so they won’t be talking for too long.

And these are vibrating cock rings. Not ones that go on the base of their cock and under their balls; these ones are frenulum rings. Basically pop them on their cocks just under their heads, making sure this vibrating bit is on the underside where they’re most sensitive. With this on, you don’t even need to jerk them off to make them cum. Add this to the strap in and I’ll be glad for the soundproofing.

Lastly, they’re enthusiastic about teasing each other. They’re also very competitive, so pitting them against each other is a fun show to watch. Stripping, lap dancing, choking the other on their cock, all that and more. Genji gets sluttier the more you degrade him, which McCree will no doubt be happy to be involved in. McCree gets sluttier the more he hears moaning and groaning, plus if he’s filthy with cum and saliva he gets even sluttier.

Looks like Jack’s not back yet, so I’ll let you go on to see McCree first since you’ll be playing in his room. Take these with you, too. They have their individual safewords but they’ll let you know if they want a singular safeword. Condoms and lube are available in their room as well as rope and other dungeon furniture that you should need. 

As do I, friend! As do I. Now, while Jack goes and gets McCree ready, I’ll just do a little brief.

You like his voice, you say? You’re in luck today, he’s in a chatty mood so you’re going to get a lot out of him. Just say the word and he won’t shut up the whole night. Though, if I may make a suggestion, a game that he likes to play is for him to recite a poem while you tease the sanity out of him. Said poem is a Lord Byron one, She Walks in Beauty. He’s probably said it so often it’s burned in his brain, so if he messes up, it’s because you’re distracting him beyond measure. Imagine his voice breaking and going haywire.

Now, while he’s all good to dirty talk you all day and all night, you might need to keep him on track. He’s prone to trailing off if you let him get near you or touch you, so you’ll need to remind him every now and then to keep talking. That velvety voice turning gravelly is quite addictive to hear though, so I don’t blame you if you let him moan and groan his way throughout the night.