#young!mccree

McCree/Bob – virgin!McCree; loss of virginity; gentle sex – Jesse has found the perfect candidate in Bob.

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The one time Jesse had tried to get it on with one of the guys and finally get his prize (namely a nice fat dick spreading him open… he’s only ever fantasized about it but he thinks he might just fall in love with the feeling), the guy had been annoyed to hell with him and his ‘hectic as fuck bouncing, stop moving so much, kid, fuck!’.

They’d been interrupted shortly after by Ashe sending them out to get their hands on a supply waggon and Jesse had been kind of relieved about it.

Bob is a way better choice than Gus had been those few months ago.

For one, Bob does not talk and make him feel like a goddamn stupid kid.

He has a nice presence: calm and large; a bit intimidating with the unrelenting stare of his small green eyes, but nothing that Jesse can’t deal with… especially when Bob touches him all nice and careful, big blunt fingers sliding between Jesse’s cheeks and petting the little trembling muscle they find there.

Bob can’t talk but he sure does make a lot of noise; mostly a peculiar deep rattling that Jesse thinks sounds like a purr as he gets draped across a dusty crate in the back of the hangar with Ashe’s personal butler right behind him, getting his ass spread for the first time on someone else’s fingers – even if those are big and hard and cool to the touch.

Jesse is not particularly picky about it. He just pants along, mouth open and tongue maybe lolling a bit in his enthusiasm as he rabbit-jerks his hips backwards and tries to fuck himself on Bob’s fingers.

Bob, in turn, calmly grabs Jesse’s hip with the other hand and pins it down mercilessly until Jesse can’t move an inch anymore.

Yeah. Ok. Fair enough.

Jesse has a bandana loosely wrapped around his throat and when Bob starts dragging his fingers along the trembling, clenching walls of his squishy guts, he starts chewing at the tip of the triangle because it is either that or start howling like one of the coyotes that like to hang around base at night.

He definitely does not want anybody to become any the wiser that McCree is getting his V-Card taken on a dusty crate by Ashe’s Omnic.

When Bob takes his hand off of Jesse’s hip he does not realize it at first. Only when the big Omnic taps his thigh does he turn around with hazy eyes, bandana still in his mouth, dark with spit as he keeps chewing and sucking on it just to have something to do with his mouth.

It falls out from there when his jaw drops open, staring at the big segmented cock that is gently swaying in front of Bob. He has no fucking idea where that thing suddenly came from but he’s not complaining, no ma’am.

Bob, apparently realizing that Jesse is frozen to the spot like a deer caught in the headlights, curls his thick fingers around his wrist and gently pulls his hand until he can curl his fingers around the fat cock and play with it while Bob keeps moving his own, fucking them into Jesse and spreading them out until his toes curl and his belly goes all hot and molten.

It’s like Bob wants him to become acquainted with the friend that is about to open Jesse up and mold him forever into the shape of this Omnic’s dick, and Jesse feels all soft and a bit sentimental as he lets his clever fingers trail along the seams between the different segments. They are strangely slick with some kind of silky oil.

He wanted to get fucked and finally have his insides rearranged by a nice cock, but now he strangely feels like he is being made love to, and that is a whole different kind of… situation.

Before he can get all weepy, Bob finally pulls back and takes his nice big dick with him.

Jesse feels his cheeks get spread apart wide. He pulls in a breath that he holds. He has the strange feeling that Bob is staring at his asshole, and that – more than anything else – makes the tips of his ears flush.

He holds nice and still, making himself wait like a good boy.

He thought it might be a bit… uncomfortable or something; maybe even scary – but Bob is patting his hip and is pushing in on gentle rocking motions that coax his body to spread for the fat dick slow but inexorable, and all Jesse can do is hold on for it and whine through his teeth when the gentle burn sets in.

His gut feels heavy and full; it is a weird feeling, like he has to bear down (which he does) but the feeling of fullness does not relent, and so does Bob who fucks into him with a careful kind of measurement that only a machine can produce.

Everything goes dark when Bob leans over him. He’s a big guy and has no trouble keeping up fucking him slowly while nudging his big fingers against Jesse’s mouth until he opens up.

There’s not much sucking he can do, overwhelmed as he is, but Bob seems to be happy with dragging his fingers along his tongue while he mirrors the same down below, cock sliding in deep and spreading Jesse so wide he feels like his hips are too damn small for the Omnic dick.

Deadlock Pre-Beef Jesse “Marlboro Guy Pose” McCree Thanks y'all for hanging out on the stream! had a lot of fun with this one

I need a lot of practice to do the coloring well so I started a lil challenge for 30~ days.  It will be McHanzo and Life is Strange OTP art. 

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after I did the McGenji pic this suddenly popped up in my head:

Imagine this scene to be in the med wind. McCree is freshly bandaged up n he's all worn out from the blood loss n shock n he more or less just woke up n then Genji comes in. It’s the first time he’s allowed to see his friend since he lost track of him on the battlefield. n then there he is, McCree, looking like smth chewed him up n spat him back out n his freaking arm is missing but he still SMILES. it’s the saddest smile Genji has seen since the day his brother came at him with a sword n it almost breaks his heart.

but he still laughs half heartedly at McCrees attempt to joke..