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clareguilty · 5 years

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McCree/Brigitte First Time

Patreon Reward and birthday present for @dareperks Rated: Explicit | No Warnings Word Count: ~1400

McCree didn’t meet Torbjorn’s youngest daughter until after the explosion. He didn’t think he would ever get the chance after the left Overwatch. I was a stroke of luck that he was passing through Europe and needed a place to stay. What a better safehouse than Reinhardt’s old manor. It was huge and heavily fortified, and Jesse knew of a way in through the wine cellar.

Reinhardt is home apparently, accompanied by his stubborn goddaughter who insists on watching over him since all of his family is either dead or missing.

As much as Reinhardt complains, he really does need Brigitte there. And McCree is another friendly face to help him through the empty days after the passing of the Petras Act.

Brigitte almost immediately develops a crush on McCree. He’s handsome, and charming, and a former Blackwatch Agent which is really mysterious and cool. He and Reinhardt stay up drinking and talking late into the evenings, and she listens in wonder as she clings to her one beer.

He helps her out in her workshop as well. Cleaning out Reinhardt’s garage and turning it into a space she can actually work with. Brigitte isn’t sure if McCree is always this flirty, or if he actually likes her back, and it’s starting to eat at her.

“This is Daddy’s baby,” he says when she asks to see Peacekeeper. Brigitte flushes bright pink and he bites his tongue before he can say anything that will get him in trouble. “Be careful with her.” He watches her carefully disassemble the revolver, looking over all of the machinery before returning her, good as new.

Stubborn and impatient. Brigitte makes the first move, pulling him in by his shirt to kiss him after he spends the whole morning teasing her. She can’t handle not knowing if there is anything between them.

“Please, Jesse. I want you to be my first.”

It’s a rush of arousal and panic that shoots through him. This is Torbjorn’s Daughter. This is Reinhardt’s goddaughter. This is her first time. He had better not fuck this up.

They make it to his room and suddenly Brigitte has lost all of her earlier bravado.

“You still want this?” Jesse asks.

“Yes,” she insists. “I just- I’m gonna need you to help me through this.”

“A good girl always asks for help when she needs it.” Jesse pulls her too the bed and lays back so she can straddle him. “Just do what feels right and let me know if you need me to slow down.”

She nods and kisses him again running her hands over his chest. His fingers skin her waist and sink into the softness of her hips. She’s one of the most amazing women he’s ever met, a princess strong enough to slay the dragon herself. He can’t help but admire her strength, knowing she could probably kick his ass if she wanted to. He knows he’s certainly gotten rusty.

He coaxes her shirt over her head, and she works open the buttons of his flannel. It quickly escalates into a game of undressing each other until Brigitte is in just her sports bra and panties and Jesse is feeling rather exposed in his briefs. Brig’s eyes keep falling between his legs and he tries not to let it get to him.

His fingers slip under the elastic of her bra and Brigitte tenses. “You can leave it on if you want to,” Jesse says. She shakes her head and pulls it off. Jesse watches her tits fall and tries to keep his mouth from falling open. He coaxes brig onto her back and kisses the angry red lines left by the elastic. Brigitte moans as he takes a nipple into his mouth. He knows how to do this part.

She pulls on his hair and bucks beneath him. When he pulls away she’s panting and her bottom lip is red from where she was worrying it. He lets her drag him up for a kiss.

“I want to see you,” she says. Her fingers dip beneath the waistband of his briefs, and the touch is so unexpected his stomach flips.

Jesse lets Brigitte pull his underwear down to his thighs before he kicks them to the floor. She stares at his cock for a moment, looking at first nervous, then determined. The fire in her eyes makes Jesse grin and he surges forward to kiss her again.

Her fingers wander down his chest, over his stomach, hesitating a moment before wrapping around his cock. The touch makes Jesse hiss, and he rolls his hips into her palm.

“Can I?” He tugs at her panties. She nods, but buries her face in the crook of his neck as he slides the cotton past her ankles. Her legs squeeze together and she instinctively crosses her hands over herself. Jesse gently nudges them aside. "Come on now darlin' let Daddy see you..."

Brigitte looks as though she’s about to melt. Instead, she lets out a soft moan and allows Jesse situate himself between her thighs.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “God, you’re gorgeous.” He gives her breasts another squeeze before letting his fingers slip between her thighs.

Brigitte covers her face with her hands and whines. It’s overwhelming, but not enough to want to stop. Jesse tugs her wrists away again. “Darlin’, there’s no reason to hide yourself. Do you want me to stop?”

He’s okay with stopping. He’s okay with waiting as long as he needs to. It’s Brigitte who is impatient.

“I need more,” she reaches down to rub her own clit. Jesse carefully eases a finger into her pussy, curling it gently and taking his time before adding a second. He doesn’t want to hurt Brigitte, and he knows that he needs to take his time. He doesn’t want to rush something as important as this.

“You’re doing great, darlin’. Just a little bit more.” He brushes her hand away, choosing instead to lick broad stripes over her clit. Brigitte’s thighs clamp around his head, and for a moment Jesse fears for his life. She relents a second later, and Jesse slips a third finger inside her.

As careful as Jesse is, Brigitte decides she can’t wait any longer.

“Please, Jesse,” she begs. “I need your cock.”

He doesn’t have the willpower to deny her. He slides his cock along her entrance, smearing slick up over her clit before pressing inside. Brigitte’s finger’s dig into Jesse’s biceps with bruising strength as she stretches around him. He knows better than to attribute the way she squeezes around his cock to her lack of experience, but the thought of being the first person Brigitte is willing to share this with makes him groan.

“Good lord, Darlin’, you feel amazing.”

Jesse moves slowly, rolling his hips and adjusting the angle until he pushes in and Brigitte moans and gasps. That’s the ticket. Again and again, faster and harder. He doesn’t relent until Brigitte is shaking, and then he presses his thumb to her clit. The way she tightens around him nearly sends him over the edge, and he fucks into her even harder to push her over the edge before he can’t last any longer.

Brigitte comes. She cries out and claws at Jesse’s arm and there’s a warm wetness spilling over Jesse’s hips and thighs. He looks down with a smile. Fuck he did a good job. The satisfaction is what pushes him over the edge and he pulls out and comes over her stomach, painting her defined abs with his orgasm.

It takes Brigitte a few seconds to catch up, but her expression changes from one of satisfaction to one of panic and suddenly Jesse is trying to figure out what he did wrong.

“I didn’t- Oh god that’s so embarrassing. Did I just pee on you?” Despite the mess she’s covered in, Brigitte attempts to curl into the smallest ball possible.

Jesse can’t hold back his chuckle, but he pulls Brigitte into his arms and drops a kiss into her hair. “Goodness, no. That happens sometimes and it’s always a real treat. Let’s me know I did my job right.”

“Oh.”

“Do you need anything?”

Brig wrinkles her nose. “Shower. And a nap.”

“I’ll go get the water running.” Jesse pulls a clean blanket over her and heads into the bathroom. He feels great, but there’s a pit in his stomach as he realizes he’ll have to face Reinhardt very soon.

#patreon request #dareperks #mccree/brigitte #mcbrig #first time #smut #lemons

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getyerashebackheremccree-blog · 6 years

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McPharah (for the kid meme)

If they had a kid meme

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

Name: Amina Elizabeth Amari-McCree

Gender: Female

General Appearance: Dark skin, brown eyes, long dark brown hair, and a tattoo beneath her eye like her mother and grandmother

Personality: Proud, arrogant, brave, daring, heroic

Special Talents: Flying, shooting guns, and making a mean cup of tea

Who they like better: Jesse

Who they take after more: Fareeha

Personal Head canon: She was originally afraid of heights, and would beg her mother not to take her up into the air. Against Jesse’s wishes, Fareeha would bring Amina up again and again until she finally got over her fear. Now she loves being up in the air.

Face Claim: /

#mcpharah #asks #dareperks

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intim3ate · 6 years

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#4. for McCree/Symmetra. I'm stuck in rare pair hell :-)

AO3 Link | Commission Info | Buy me a Ko-Fi?

4. “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

Symmetra sits at one of the tables in the Watchpoint’s workshop tinkering with a flashbang when the door opens. The owner of the flashbang strides up to her and takes a seat on the stool next to her, leaning in to take a look at what she’s working on. Symmetra pulls away out of habit.

“How’s it going?” McCree asks, eagerly looking for any sign of difference in his old flashbang. Without so much as changing her expression, Symmetra tosses it over her shoulder and it bursts, a flock of hard-light birds flying from the point of impact in addition to the bright flash of light.

McCree whistles lowly. “Damn. Even fancier than I was expectin’. And that’s sayin’ a lot, considering.”

“Considering what?” Symmetra asks snidely, not sure yet if she should be offended but assuming she should be. She sits up a little bit straighter and then suddenly hisses as a sudden flash of pain tears through her shoulder.

“Whoa, hey,” McCree says, holding his arms out as if to catch her. Symmetra glares and rubs at her shoulder. “You doing okay?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” She takes a deep breath and tries to right herself, like she hadn’t just suffered something as undignified as a cramp. But she catches the look of concern in McCree’s eye and softens a little bit - he didn’t mean to offend. “It’s nothing I haven’t felt before.”

McCree looks at her, brows furrowed in puzzlement. “Right. Well, if you want, I could… Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

The delivery is lame at best, and normally Symmetra would be appalled at the suggestion. But something about McCree is warm and welcoming, and she feels vulnerable for a moment. No, she tells herself. She shouldn’t–

“It’s the least I can do,” McCree persists. “Seein’ as you’re helping me out with these flashbangs. Combining them with your hard light was a hell of an idea, and…” He trails off and shrugs. “I dunno. Just thought I’d return the favour somehow.”

Symmetra looks torn for a moment. She bites her lip, looking from McCree’s face, earnest and kind and concerned, to his hands, strong and calloused and rough. She’s surprised to realize that she wants his hands on her.

It’s not the first time she’s wanted something like this, but the feeling is still foreign. It must register on her face, because soon McCree is backing off. “If you don’t want it, it’s fine,” he says, and it really is - his voice holds no tone of malice or hurt in it. “Just thought I’d offer. You seem awfully tense.”

Symmetra swallows. “Very well,” she says, like she’s the one doing him a favour. She’s almost ashamed of her imperious tone, but McCree takes so offense at all; he just grins and motions with one finger for her to turn around in her seat.

She does, and pulls her hair over her shoulder for good measure to keep it out of McCree’s way. She hears his faint laugh behind her and feels him lean forward, two hands - one soft flesh, the other cool metal (just like hers, but so, so different) - resting on her shoulders.

McCree squeezes, gently at first, reassuringly. Symmetra tenses, but she doesn’t tell him to stop. After a few seconds, he continues on, slowly.

And she melts into it. She closes her eyes and leans into his touch, sighing as he kneads away the knots. It’s shockingly and frighteningly easy to lose herself, but even more frightening is how much she doesn’t mind it. How much she actually likes this.

McCree’s hands slip down a little further, down to her shoulderblades. He grunts a little bit, more curious than troubled. Symmetra still asks, “What is it?”

“You’re tenser than I thought,” he says simply, and sure enough she can feel the knots more prominently now that he’s trying to rub them away.

It’s not as easy through the fabric of her dress, but McCree manages to do just fine anyway. He pulls his hands away and flexes his fingers. Symmetra can hear the quiet crackling of his joints, like he’s applied uncomfortable pressure to them for far too long. She supposes he has - it’s been quite a while since he started.

It’s silent between them for a moment. She turns her head to see McCree still smiling at her, but there’s something different in his eyes. Something like satisfaction, or affection…

She’s leaning in before she can even think about it, eyes slipping shut as she presses her lips against his. Symmetra marvels in the way McCree’s beard scratches against her skin, like it’s setting off sparks.

McCree exhales through his nose and lifts a hand to her hair, running through it gently, like he’s afraid to touch it. But when Symmetra doesn’t protest, he puts it to the back of her head and holds her there, just lightly enough she knows she can pull away if she’s uncomfortable.

But she isn’t, and she doesn’t want to.

The kiss remains chaste, and McCree is the one to pull away first. He looks awestruck, like stars are dancing in his eyes. Symmetra wonders if she looks anything the same.

McCree smiles. Symmetra takes his hand, one synthetic hand in another.

They lean in again at the same time, in perfect sync.

#overwatch #satya vaswani #symmetra #jesse mccree #r: t #fanfic #drabbles #prompts #dareperks #symmccree

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gencyfan23 · 5 years

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This is a ��request” for @dareperks. It based on his commissions from Nekitoototo

Link: https://twitter.com/nekitoototo/status/1155567732504563712?s=21

Enjoy

#overwatch #fanart #gencyfan23 #overwatch mercy #overwatch pharah #overwatch mccree #pharmercy #mcpharmercy #mcpharah #mcmercy #fareeha amari #angela zeigler #jesse mccree #overwatch pregnancy

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clareguilty · 5 years

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wheel of fortune: first three songs that come on shuffle?

I went to my liked songs on spoofy and hit shuffle even though spoofy’s shuffle is bad and that’s not a real accurate representation of my music taste lol

1. Grapevine Fires - Death Cab for CutieI love Death Cab so much! They’re probably one of my favorite bands. However, i’m not super familiar with this song. This is a pick that is definitely representative of my music taste and a band I would recommend.

2. Potatus et Molassus - The Blasting Companyokay this is also a really good song that I like a whole lot but it’s from the Over the Garden Wall soundtrack and its more of an instrumental track. its probably not for everyone but I would 100% recommend OTGW if you haven’t already seen it. (it’s one of my favorite movies/shows ever and i’ve seen it like 5 times)

3. You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away - The BeatlesThis one surprised me but i guess it makes sense. I’m not the biggest Beatles fan but I liked their older stuff a lot. I listened to this stuff a lot a few years ago but i haven’t sought it out as much recently ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#ask #answered #dareperks #ask meme #tarot ask meme #i could talk a lot about music like any normal person #not that theres anything wrong with not liking music

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clareguilty · 5 years

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If you're offering to talk about McPharah, McSombra and McAna I'm listening... XD

NICE

McPharah lemme tell you my guy. Pharah is what, like 14 or 15 when she first meets McCree and she instantly decides that she is his Best Friend. Ana is nervous about this at first but she soon finds that Jesse would do anything to do right by little Faree. Gabe, Jack, and Ana are delighted to find that Jesse is happiest and sweetest when he’s with fareeha and she is happiest to be with him! They bring out the best in each other.

Fareeha initiates the relationship. She tells Jesse she likes him. Tells him she wants to kiss him and that none of the other soldiers she’s ever met are like him. Jesse is terrified. He’s scared of Ana, scared of Gabe, scared of Jack. But Faree is almost 20 and she’s planning to join the army as soon as she can sneak away from Ana. He wants to make the most of the time he has left.

McSombra - I wrote that lovely commission fic and I kind of like the idea that they just chance upon each other. Sombra is captivating and irresistible and Jesse knows she’s working for Talon but he’s always had questionable morals. He falls hard and fast after that. Realizes that Sombra isn’t evil or out to get him. They’re adventurous and unpredictable. Also the sex is out of this world.

McAna oooohoooo okay so my new favorite headcanon is that gabe sends jesse to find ana after she “dies”. Plot twist: McCree finds her. She begs him to keep her secret. He can’t say no. They sleep together and neither of them can really explain it. Ana has seen McCree grow into this wonderful young man. McCree doesn’t even need to qualify the fact that he’s in love with Ana fucking Amari. There’s feelings and sadness and goodbyes.

I hope this wasn’t too much but I’m always willing to talk about my ships/writing these questions make me so happy omg

#asks #answered #dareperks #mcana #mcsombra #mcpharah

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clareguilty · 5 years

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Spoiler?

In one of my WIPs, young Jesse has a panic attack bc he might get kicked out of Blackwatch!

#ignore my html tags and the dumb grammar checker #again with the terible image quality #asks #answered #dareperks #spoiler ask meme #ask meme

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clareguilty · 5 years

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I'm under a foot of snow, all the roads are closed and my office is shut down till the roads thaw... So I'm doing great actually :3

I live in the southern US so we don’t get a lot of snow! It’s kind of magical when people talk about winter where there’s actually white stuff on the ground!

If your office is closed I hope you enjoy your snow days(not to be too personal but I hope they still pay you)! Down here they cancel classes and ppl get off work when there’s even a little bit of ice.

Make plenty of hot tea/chocolate and chill(lol) until the snow melts!

#dareperks #asks #answered

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clareguilty · 5 years

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Commission Fic

This is a commission for @dareperks! McCree/Pharah/Brigitte Word Count: ~2300 Rating: Explicit | No Warnings Additional Tags: Pet Play, trans!Brigitte, Threesome - F/F/M, Explicit Smut, Daddy Kink

It takes Fareeha two tries to get her keys in the door. She’s too excited, and her fingers keep slipping on everything as she shoves the door open with her hip and carries all of her things inside. She hasn’t been gone too long, just a 24 hour mission in the UK, but the thought of coming home to Jesse puts her in a sort of frenzy.

She sets her bags down right by the door and listens for the sounds of her boyfriend. Only one light is on, and there’s a few dishes in the sink, but there’s no immediate sign of Jesse. He’s usually expecting her, especially since she texted him when the drop ship landed, but the apartment is quiet. Almost silent, but not quite.

There are noises coming from the bedroom. It only takes two steps before Fareeha realizes exactly what is going on.

She didn’t know Brigitte was coming over tonight.

The sounds are unmistakable, Jesse’s moans and growls mixed with Brigitte’s soft whines. Fareeha has heard them countless times before, and every memory only serves to make her more flustered. The sounds get louder as she approaches the door, and her panties are soaked before she even touches the handle.

Jesse doesn’t turn as she slips into the room; she has no way of knowing if he notices her or not. He’s on his knees on the bed, hands on Brigitte’s hips as he slams into her from behind. Fareeha can see the sway of Brigitte’s tits as Jesse fucks into her.

Even though she didn’t live with them, Brigitte was a frequent player in Fareeha’s and Jesse’s sex life. She fit in nicely, sweet but domineering, always deferring to Jesse’s command and always willing to put Fareeha in her proper place.

“Daddy, I’m home,” Fareeha says, unable to tear her eyes from Brigitte’s huge tits.

Jesse turns to grin at her, pace not even slowing. Brigitte whines and cranes her neck to look at Fareeha. She’s a wreck, flushed bright red and practically drooling. Her eyes are glazed, but she still brightens when she sees Fareeha standing in the doorway.

“Hey there, kitten,” he drawls. “Why don’t you get your collar and come join us?” He slaps Brig’s ass, smiling wider as she cries out and clenches on his cock.

Fareeha watches with a dazed expression, nodding dumbly as she soaks through her shorts. A second passes before Jesse’s words register, and she darts out of the room to retrieve her things.

Her collar and ears are just where they should be. Jesse is very particular about putting everything back in its proper place. Fareeha has no such qualms, and tosses her clothes into a pile on the floor before snatching the headband up. She looks at her tail longingly as she slips the ears on. Maybe Brigitte can come back tomorrow and they can play with the full set. She’ll have to remember to ask.

The collar takes a bit of time to fasten, but Fareeha has had plenty of practice, and soon the leather is nestled around her neck, not too tight, not too loose.

Jesse is still relentlessly fucking Brigitte when Fareeha slips back into the bedroom.

“Is this alright, Daddy?” she asks. Jesse rakes his eyes over her body. His gaze is appreciative and hungry.

“That’s perfect kitten. Come give Daddy a kiss.” Fareeha bounds over, throwing her arms around Jesse’s neck as he kisses her deeply. He takes one of her breasts in his hand, pinching and rolling the nipple just to feel her gasp into his mouth. “Such a good girl,” he praises. “Why don’t you kneel for me, right in front of my baby here?” Jesse leans forward and wraps an arm around Brigitte’s middle, pulling her off of her elbows so that her back is to Jesse’s chest. Fareeha dutifully slides into the space he made for her.

It’s the perfect spot for her. The bounce of Brigitte’s tits is mesmerizing, and this way Fareeha can see both of their faces. Brigitte is almost crying with desperation and pleasure. Faree knows from experience that Jesse has probably been fucking her for a long while with no reprieve. Her theory is confirmed when she sees the smug expression on her Daddy’s face.

“You want to come, baby?” Jesse growls into Brig’s ear. The sound nearly makes Fareeha whine. Brigitte seems even more affected, crying out and nodding.

“Please, Daddy!” She cries. “Please let me come!”

Jesse locks eyes with Fareeha and grins. “Do you want a treat, kitten?”

Fareeha nods, eyes wide. She knows how this game goes. Jesse has been edging Brigitte for hours, bringing her to peak after peak but never letting her spill her seed. He’s been waiting for Fareeha to get home.

Fareeha leans forward, opening her mouth wide and letting her tongue loll out. It’s a desperate, slutty look.

“Good kittens drink their cream out of a bowl,” Jesse raises an eyebrow. The sight of Fareeha being such a willing little slut for him makes his balls tighten, and it takes all of his restraint not to finish right then and there.

Fareeha blinks and regains her composure. She follows Jesse’s gaze to the beside table where a small china saucer is resting, perfectly pristine. Fareeha takes it in her hands, cradling it like a precious treasure.

“Good girl,” Jesse reaches down to wrap a large, warm hand around Brigitte’s thick cock. The sensation itself is enough to make her shudder and moan. Fareeha quickly positions the saucer just at the head of her cock. Jesse will likely spank her if she lets a single drop go to waste.

Brigitte’s eyes roll back and her entire posture relaxes as she realises she finally gets to come after such a long, rough fucking. Jesse strokes her with long, rough moves of his hand over her cock, milking her until her seed spills into the saucer. Brigitte shakes and cries as Jesse talks her through her orgasm.

“That’s it baby,” he says. “We’ve got to make sure we’ve got a nice treat for our kitten. You did so good for us. Gotta make sure we get it all out. Wouldn’t want our kitten to go hungry, would we?”

Fareeha watches thick, creamy seed spill into the bowl, hypnotized by the sight of Brigitte’s dripping cock. Jesse works the last few drops from her tip and drags it over the edge of cool china. Fareeha can only imagine the shock.

Jesse gazes down at Fareeha, watches her stare at the warm cream as it settles in the bottom of the saucer. He clears his throat and her eyes snap up, wide with anticipation.

“Why don’t you set that down and drink up like a good kitten?” Jesse is still buried in Brig’s ass, rocking into her slowly as she slumps in Jesse’s arms, fucked out and delirious. He carefully lays her on her back, making sure that Fareeha gets a good view of them both when she looks up from her bowl.

Fareeha sets the bowl on the bed, bracing herself on her elbows and knees as she eagerly laps up Brigitte’s come. It’s everything she could have wanted, and she moans as she drags her tongue through the thick cream.

Jesse pats Fareeha’s head and settles between Brigitte’s thick, muscular thighs. The brunette’s eyes snap open and she gasps as Jesse slips his cock back into her. She’s overstimulated and exhausted, but Jesse hasn’t finished yet. He sets a steady pace as he watches Fareeha enjoy her treat.

His kitten is meticulous as she cleans Brigitte’s seed from the bowl. She carefully licks even stripes across the china, eagerly trying to taste every drop.

The sight of his kitten enjoying herself so thoroughly -- being so good for him -- is what finally pushes Jesse over the edge. He pulls out of Brigitte, stroking himself through his orgasm as he spills his own seed over Brigitte’s heaving tits. Fareeha’s eyes snap up as she realizes her Daddy is finally finishing. The warm, white cream drips down over her nipples, painting a perfect picture for both Jesse and Fareeha. It looks just like warm milk, fresh from the source.

Jesse picks up Fareeha’s empty saucer and carefully inspects it. Satisfied with what he sees, he bends down to place a soft kiss on her forehead.

“You’re such a good kitten,” he croons. “Now, why don’t you clean up after Daddy?” He doesn’t have to wait but a second before Fareeha is on Brigitte, lapping up Jesse’s come and taking her nipples into her mouth. Brigitte, slowly recovering from her own orgasm and Jesse’s terrifying stamina, moans as Fareeha sucks on her tits with more passion that any lover ever had before.

Brigitte’s cock twitches and leaks precome, but doesn’t harden. She couldn’t possibly go for another round, not after the way Jesse has ruined her. Fareeha has no such care, eagerly cleaning Brigitte’s chest. Once most of Jesse’s come has been cleaned, she focuses more of her attention on Brigitte’s nipples. Her ministrations begin to look much more like nursing, and Jesse and Brigitte both admire the way Fareeha curls into her side and relaxes into the sensation of sucking Brigitte’s nipple.

It’s an easy lull, Jesse laying back and running a hand over the muscular planes of Fareeha’s back. Brigitte losing herself in the feeling of Faree’s mouth on her breast. Fareeha moaning contentedly. She feels safe and loved, Daddy is right there, and so is Brigitte. They would take care of her. Nothing would happen as long as they were around.

Finally satisfied, Fareeha pulls back from Brigitte’s breast and nestles back into Jesse’s arms.

“Can Brigitte come over again tomorrow?” she asks, voice small. She looks between Jesse and Brigitte with wide, expectant eyes. “I wanna wear my tail.”

The two exchange a quick look, a wordless conversation taking place over the top of Fareeha’s ears. “Of course I’ll be back tomorrow,” Brigitte kisses the tip Fareeha’s nose.

Jesse runs his rough hands down Fareeha’s sides before pulling away. “Don’t forget we’re not done tonight,” he says. “I still need to fuck my kitten as a reward for being such a good girl.”

His words make Fareeha mewl and drip with anticipation. Brigitte pushes herself up to her elbows, eager to see Fareeha take Jesse’s thick cock.

Jesse straddles Brigitte first, taking his cock in his hand. “Why don’t you get me warmed up, baby?” She licks her lips and takes Jesse’s half hard cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the head.

Fareeha pouts on the bed beside them. She has already waited so long for this. He pats her head affectionately, letting his hand trail down to run his thumb over her bottom lip and into her mouth. The distraction seems to ease her impatience as she works her tongue around the digit.

At last, Jesse is fully hard, and Fareeha looks as though she’s going to cry if he makes her wait any longer. He kisses her deeply, tasting his and Brigitte’s come on her tongue as he lays her back on the bed and spreads her legs wide. Brigitte is right there beside him, cooing and comforting Fareeha as Jesse drags the head of his cock over her slick entrance. She’s been unbearably wet since the moment she got home, and it’s finally about to pay off.

“You can come whenever you want to, kitten. Daddy wants you to come as many times as you can.” He brushes the pad of his thumb over her clit and slowly presses in. It feels perfect, as always. Fareeha was made to take his cock, and he loves the way she stretches around him.

She whines and arches her back as Jesse begins to move, setting a slower and steadier pace than he had with Brigitte. He knows Fareeha’s body better than she does, finding every spot that makes her cry out and clench around his cock. His fingers and his lips travel across her dark skin, worshipping her in the best way he knows how.

Brigitte is right there beside him. She whispers low in Faree’s ear and circles her fingers across her clit. Her other hand brushing through her hair and gently scratching against her scalp.

Between them, it’s too much. Fareeha is too overwhelmed by the sensations of two people praising her and fucking her and worshipping her. It’s all consuming, and she allows herself to sink into the pleasure. There is no need to fight when she knows she’s safe.

So Fareeha cries out and clenches on Jesse’s cock and comes so hard that everything is stark white and sparkling even when her eyes are squeezed shut. Brigitte’s voice is still there, and Jesse’s too. They call to her, telling her how much they love her, how good and sweet she is too them.

The bedroom doesn’t come back all at once. Rather, the first thing she notices is Brigitte cradling her close, rocking her gently. Piece by piece, she returns to reality, only to be lifted in Brigitte’s thick, corded arms and carried to the bathroom where Jesse is waiting.

“Don’t go,” Fareeha clings to Brigitte as the brunette attempts to hand the kitten off to Jesse.

“I’m staying right here. Would you like me to get in the bath with you?” Jesse’s nimble fingers slip the collar from Fareeha’s neck and pluck the ears from her head before she is placed into the waiting tub.

Fareeha nods, and Brigitte slips into the steaming water behind her. “I can’t wait to see you in your tail tomorrow,” she says as she runs the warm water over both of them.

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A Sizeable Accomplishment

Reward for @dareperks Symmetra/McCree Word Count: ~1100 Rating: Explicit | No Warnings

Summary: Jesse fucks Symmetra in the ass

Satya is stubborn and determined. It’s one of the first things people notice about her upon introduction. She has an air of ferocity about her, and she is going to reach her goals no matter what it takes.

And those goals include taking Jesse McCree’s cock.

More specifically, taking Jesse McCree’s cock in her ass.

It’s something they’ve been working up too, starting with fingers, moving to plugs. Jesse is a large man, and it takes preparation to accomplish such a feat.

So Satya wears a plug under her skirt, squirming and flustered the entire time she’s at work. She gets home earlier than Jesse, and the anticipation is killing her. Sure, she could get off, but she doesn’t want to be exhausted when Jesse finally gets home, so she tries and fails to do work as she slowly rocks on the plug.

Jesse comes home and she’s on him instantly. He doesn’t even have time to set his things down before she’s pressed against him, lips working against his neck. “Jesse, please fuck me.”

He’s seen her worked up before, but this is still a pleasant surprise.

“Are you ready?” He unbuttons his shirt and tucks his thumbs into his belt. He knows this will be a lot for Satya to handle, and he doesn’t want to rush her. “We can wait if you want to.”

“I need it. I need you.” She palms him through his jeans and drags him towards the bedroom. The two of them fall on the bed, all hands and lips and Satya’s breathy moans.

Jesse kisses her and flips her over, onto her knees.

He undresses her down to just her stockings, kneading the flesh of her ass and thighs. The plug is nestled between her cheeks, a mere promise of what is to come. She’s perfect. And Jesse could spend hours admiring her just like this.

“Please, now.” Satya is desperate and bossy, and Jesse sets aside his reverence in exchange for blistering desire.

His hands leave Satya’s skin. His belt buckle clinks. She wiggles her hips, trying to spur him on.

“Never were very patient were you?” he tugs on the plug in her ass.

She moans as he teases her with the plug, making sure she’s nice and stretched before he pulls it out.

His fingers press into her, slicked with more lube than one would think necessary. With the size of Jesse’s cock, it’s absolutely necessary.

Satya rocks back into his palm.

She wants it. She wants it enough that she whines and cries and tries to force her hips back onto Jesse’s fingers.

“Please, Jesse,” she begs. “Your cock.”

He lets out a low groan presses his lips between her shoulder blades. The soft hairs on her back brush pleasantly against his lips.

There is a pause, a brief few moments where all sensation drags to a halt and Satya’s throat begins to tighten with anticipation.

Then Jesse’s hand rubs over her back, down over her hips and ass. The head of his cock presses against her entrance and Satya shivers.

He presses forward. He is thicker than the plug, and the stretch makes tears prick in Satya’s eyes.

“You alright, darlin’?” Jesse asks, thumbs roving back and forth over her hips, grounding her.

“Yes,” Satya moans through clenched teeth. “I want this.”

“You’re something else,” Jesse chuckles and rocks his hips, pressing in just a bit farther.

Satya whines and grips the sheets. Why is Jesse so fucking big?

He slides in just a little further, moaning appreciatively at how tight Satya is around him. His rocking becomes a bit more insistent, more confident.

Satya moves her own hips experimentally. This isn’t so bad. It feels really good, and she is glad to do this for Jesse. Her fingers slip down to rub her clit, surprised to find that she is already dripping with slick.

The stretch is assuaging to a pleasant sensation, and Satya is grateful that Jesse has managed to press into her without much difficulty. He moves against her once more and she moans at the sensation, her pussy spasming even though it remains untouched.

“Almost halfway in, darlin’,” Jesse says. His hands move to rub her back again.

Satya freezes.

“...Half?” she asks, eyes wide with fear.

“You’re doing great so far,” Jesse assures her. “You’re so tight.”

“I- you- It’s too big!” she cries.

Jesse’s hand reaches beneath her, brushing hers away so he can rub her clit. “Can you take it?” he whispers in her ear, teeth dragging along the sensitive skin. “Can you be a good girl?”

Satya hesitates before nodding.

“That’s my girl.” Jesse punctuates his praise with a harsh thrust. Satya cries out, head falling back. Something is shoved into her mouth, and she tries to pull away only to have Jesse’s rough hand hold her still.

“Bite down on this,” he orders. He had shoved his belt between her teeth. He pushes in again and she moans and drools around the worn leather.

Jesse’s hand returns to her clit and pussy, dragging her slick through her folds.

His other hand fists in her hair, pulling her head back as he swiftly buries himself inside her.

Satya comes, her teeth marking the leather belt as she clenches around Jesse’s cock. It’s too much, he’s buried inside her to the hilt, and she’s never felt so full, so thoroughly fucked before. Jesse’s hand in her hair, on her clit.

The sensations are overwhelming and she collapses into the mattress, vision going black.

It is mere seconds before Satya comes back to herself, but she nearly fades out again. Jesse is fucking her relentlessly. She moans around the belt, drool sliding over her chin.

Satya reaches for her clit with a shaky hand.

“You’re such a little slut,” Jesse teases, dragging a finger along her dripping pussy.

She moans in agreement, rocking back into Jesse’s every thrust.

A sharp slap sounds in the air. Satya cries out and bites the gag harder. Jesse is already raising his hand to spank her again. “You get so tight,” he groans as his hand collides with her other cheek.

This time her cry tapers of into a filthy moan. Jesse’s hand comes down again and again, until Satya’s bare skin is bright red.

She comes once more, shaking and clenching, slick dripping down her thighs. Jesse groans and buries himself inside her. A few shallow thrusts and he finishes as well.

He pulls out slowly and appreciates how messy Satya is as he sets her down on the bed. She is covered in slick and come and lube, stretched open and limp on the soft mattress. Satya only trusts one person to see her like this, and Jesse is so grateful for the gift she has given him. He rubs her cheek gently, kissing her face all over and massaging her jaw before running a nice hot bath for the both of them.

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A Coming Home Present (McAshe)

Commission for @dareperks! A birthday present for a friend of his! McCree/Ashe Word Count: 1980 Rating: Explicit | Warnings: Public Sex, Slight Coercion, Rough Sex

The sun beat down hot on Deadlock gorge as Jesse rolled through the open doors to Deadlock’s base of operations. He expected at least a little opposition. Someone should stop him or recognize him or even shoot him on sight.

But the low-level gang members milling about the front of the saloon and the garage didn’t even look up as his motorcycle slowed to a stop about a hundred feet from the Propane store front. It was as good of a welcome home as he could have expected from the no-good lowlifes Deadlock kept around. He would have to make some real changes to how things were run now that he was back.

The gorge looked the same as it always had, faded paint and rundown buildings that hadn’t seen honest business in decades. It felt like home to Jesse.

He killed the engine on his bike and strode purposefully to the middle of the street. Now he had the attention of the gang. Several of the men began whispering urgently to each other as they finally recognized who had waltzed right into their gorge.

Just as he hoped, one of the men scrambled towards the tunnels, off to the deliver the message of the Deadeye’s return.

Jesse held his ground, thumbs hooked in his belt and an easy smile resting on his tanned skin. This was easier than he expected.

“ASHE,” he bellowed, scaring several of the wide-eyed gang members who were frozen in various places around the gorge. Goggles and beady eyes peered from the windows and catwalks, curious and terrified as Jesse waited confidently in the road. “Won’t you come and greet your guest?”

A distinct, familiar snarl echoed from the stone tunnels in the canyon wall. Jesse’s mouth curled up.

Ashe stalked into view. She was dressed down; Jesse had interrupted her few hours of relaxation. Without her hat, vest, and armor, Ashe still managed to look very angry and very threatening. Her shirt was unbuttoned at the top, tie hanging loosely around her neck, and Jesse marveled at her pale skin in comparison to the usual dark tan that desert dwellers acquired. She gripped Viper in her perfectly manicured black nails, glaring at Jesse with that same venom he had always admired since they were teens.

“What the hell are you doing here, Jesse?” Ashe demanded. The familiar looming form of Bob shadowed behind her, looking decidedly unthreatening as he waved and cocked his head. Bob was always a good friend.

“I’m taking my gang back, Lizzie,” Jesse drawled. “I thought that was pretty clear.”

“Over my dead body,” Ashe spat, cocking viper.

“I sure hope it doesn’t come to that,” Jesse said. He reached into his pocket and fished out a cigar and lighter. No one moved as he flicked the lighter and puffed until the cigar was lit. He took a long drag and raised an eyebrow at Ashe as he exhaled, shifting his weight.

The sun had risen directly overhead. Ashe glared at McCree, her perfectly painted lips twisted into a deep scowl. Jesse took another puff from his cigar. If Ashe wanted a shootout, Jesse would give her a shootout, but a part of him figured he could resolve this without firing a single shot from Peacekeeper.

Nearly a minute had passed, and Ashe had yet to make a move. She hadn’t even pointed Viper in his direction. This was going to be much easier than expected.

Tossing his cigar to the side, Jesse walked towards Ashe. He had one hand on Peacekeeper - just in case she suddenly got trigger happy, but it mattered none. She stayed rooted to the spot.

Jesse strolled right up to Ashe, stepping into her personal space and grabbing her by the crimson tie that hung from her neck. Ashe let out a choked whine as Jesse pulled her in close, forcing her to meet his eye.

“How have you been, Lizzie?” Jesse asked.

Ashe’s eyes were wide with fear, pupils dilated so much that the bright red of her irises was barely noticeable. She clawed uselessly at Jesse’s hand, trying desperately to pry his fingers from the silk. He didn’t move.

“I missed you,” she finally said, looking away as her face flushed bright red with shame. Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth.

“Then prove it,” Jesse let go of her tie and Ashe stumbled as she tried to keep her balance. Her eyes snapped to Jesse’s as she tried to understand the meaning of his words. Her brows shot up as she finally realized what he was demanding of her. She shook her head, just barely. She couldn’t do that – not while the whole gang was watching.

Jesse raised an eyebrow. He wouldn’t ask again, and he wouldn’t wait long. He adjusted his stance, widening his feet just enough to emphasize that he wasn’t messing around.

Ashe sank to her knees, eyes shining with tears and cheeks so red they looked like they burned. Jesse was appeased by her compliance, and he rested his hands on his hips as Ashe shuffled to place herself between his boots.

Her nimble fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, the bold letters mocking her as she pulled the leather from its loops and unfastened his pants.

Jesse’s cock slipped from the waistband of his boxers, half hard but already impressive in size. Ashe stroked him gently with one hand; she still felt the same as she had years ago, and Jesse smiled at the familiar rhythm of her wrist. She looked up, fear and shame and embarrassment warring with unabashed lust as she pleaded with Jesse. She was asking for everything at once, release from this shame, from the humiliation of sucking her rival off in front of her entire gang, but she was also asking for permission, permission to wrap her lips around the fat head of Jesse’s cock and please him just as she had done when they were young bandits with nothing to lose.

The feeling of a dozen set of eyes burned into Jesse’s back, and he could only imagine how humiliating this was for Ashe, reduced to nothing but a cock whore in front of all of her own men. The thought made his dick twitch, and Ashe’s eyes snapped to the motion.

She couldn’t resist any longer. Her lips closed around the shaft of his dick, stretched wide around his girth. Her tongue swirled around the tip, and Jesse let out a soft groan as she demonstrated that time had not lessened her skills.

He was fully hard now, and Ashe was stroking his base as she slowly worked her lips down his shaft. Jesse let Ashe have her fun for a bit, watching her sink down inch by inch. But impatience soon got the best of him, and he wound his fingers in her thin, silver hair and began moving her head up and down as she tried her best to keep up with his quick pace. Drool and precum began running down her chin as he began thrusting deep into her mouth. Rather than protest and try and pull away, Ashe let out a long, low moan that only spurred Jesse on.

One of the gang members gave an enthusiastic whistle as Ashe’s eyes rolled back and she moaned and gagged on Jesse’s thick cock. If she heard the noise, she didn’t react. She was too far gone as Jesse fucked her face with ruthless intent.

Drool had dripped off her chin and left transparent spots on her white button down. Jesse marveled at the sight, briefly wondering if he could soak the fabric enough to cling to her perky little tits. The thought nearly made him come, and he dragged Ashe off his cock to keep from spilling too soon. There was still fun to be had with Miss Calamity.

Jesse hauled Ashe to her feet by her tie once more, tearing her shirt open with his metal hand and grinning wildly as her alabaster tits bounced in the high noon sun. Ashe made a slight noise of protest, still clinging to that last bit of shame.

Jesse dragged her by the tie to the front of the propane shop. A familiar red bike was parked on the curb, and the Deadeye threw Ashe over the seat, bending her over her own bike as he groped her ass.

“Damn, I’ve missed this tight ass,” Jesse said as his hands wandered over the firm flesh. He yanked her pants down to her knees and landed a swift slap to the soft skin he exposed.

Ashe yelped in surprise, still glassy-eyed from being face fucked. Jesse’s thick, rough fingers slipped between her legs, feeling just how wet the fearless leader of the Deadlock gang had gotten from being taken in full view of the entire gang. She was dripping, slick running down his fingers and over her thighs.

“You’re a good little whore, aren’t you?” Jesse asked. “Always so wet for the Deadeye’s thick cock.”

Ashe moaned and twisted her hips against the leather seat of the bike. “Everyone knows your place now, don’t they? You’re nothing but a little cock slut. Tell them,” Jesse ordered.

There was no response from the bitch bent over before him, so Jesse brought his hand down on her ass once more. “Tell them.”

“I’m a cock slut,” Ashe whimpered. “I’m your good little whore.”

“That sounds about right to me,” Jesse said, lining his cock up with Ashe’s slick pussy and sinking himself to the hilt. She howled and writhed on the bike, trying to get used to being stretched so tight all at once.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Jesse groaned as he began fucking Ashe relentlessly. “You probably haven’t been fucked since I left this damn gorge years ago.” A chuckle from one of the men nearby led Jesse to believe that his words were true.

He grabbed Ashe by her waist and slammed into her, not caring for whether she came or not. From the sounds of her helpless moans, she was clearly enjoying the feeling of Jesse’s dick inside her. Some things never changed.

Jesse used Ashe as nothing but a cocksleeve. He dragged her hips to his over and over, growing rougher and rougher as he came close to the edge once more. Ashe seemed to be getting close too, clenching tight around Jesse and shaking and crying as he fucked her faster and harder.

His orgasm came before hers. Too bad. He thought as he pulled out and spilled over her ass, marking her with his come. Ashe cried out in frustration, beating the side of her bike with her fist as tears streamed down her face. God, she looked wrecked. Eye makeup trailing down her cheeks and lipstick smeared six ways from Sunday. Jesse walked around to the other side of the bike and held his softening dick in front of her face. His smile was smug and expectant.

Ashe glared up at him, venomous as always even after she just had the life fucked out of her. Jesse met her gaze; this was a game they had played before. Jesse always won.

Sure enough, Ashe caved first, leaning forward to clean Jesse’s dick with her tongue. Once he was satisfied with her performance, he tucked himself back into his pants and re-buckled his belt.

Without a second glance, Jesse turned on his heel and strode right into the saloon, yelling for someone to get him a whiskey. Ashe stayed draped over the seat of her own bike, wrecked and sore, frustrated and marked with Jesse’s come.

A few lingering gang members watched her with hungry eyes, leering at the new sideshow attraction of the Deadlock gang. Ashe snarled at anyone who came to close, struggling to pull herself to her feet.

“Bob,” she called weakly, “do something.”

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