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Trouble

Yandere!Mccree x F!reader

Tws: noncon/rape, yandere, bondage? Idk

You never enjoyed growing up in the city. You always wanted to have a garden of your own and live in a small town as far away from the bustling city as possible. So, after a painful amount of begging and long years of saving up money, you finally managed to convince your parents that you could live on your own...But you never told them how far away you’d actually be staying.

“Living alone is dangerous for a young lady….” Your fathers angry words echoed in your head. When the sudden jolt of the taxi pulls you from your thoughts, your eyes set on your new home. An old run down ranch style home lies in front of you. The home wasn’t exactly ‘in town’. It was secluded, surrounded by one acre of dense woods in any direction.

Considering how expensive the taxi ride was, you decide its too late to turn back now. Grabbing your bags from the trunk of the car, you begin your first steps towards your new home.

To be quite honest, the home looks much worse in person. The pictures you found online had the impression that the home was livable. The overwhelming smell of mold and mildew fills your nostrils causing you to repress a gag. You had hoped to be able to live in the home as soon as you got into town, but it looks like you’ll have to do some cleaning up before you could rest.

The horrid purple wallpaper definitely had to go, along with the stained green carpet and rotten cabinets in the kitchen. The previous owner had renovated the bedroom and bathroom but the kitchen is definitely in need of some TLC.

You had called a moving company a few days ago to have all of your belongings moved into your home. So despite the homes unsightly circumstances, you had a furnished place to sleep tonight.

Riding your bike into town and stopping at a family diner, you notice the choking smell of a burning cigar. A man, dressed like a western cowboy, leans on the outside of a rundown bar, holding a cigar in his metal hand. With the way his eyes bore into your body, you hurriedly stepped out of his line of sight. Into the diner.

You order a cola to drink along with a burger and fries. Your booth faces a tv playing a black and white movie you’ve never seen before. Heavily focused on the meal laid out in front of you, you almost don’t notice a person slide into the seat across from you. Almost.

The cowboy from before now sat a little more than a foot away from you. The smell of his recently smoked cigar still lingers in the air.

“Now… don’t you know it’s awfully rude to stare, sweetheart?”

His deep southern drawl keeps you fumbling over his words. Although you never like to come off as rude, you can’t help but feel a bit insulted. Your mother always said that trouble followed you like the plague. And now, you haven’t even been in this town for longer than an hour, and you’ve already upset a complete stranger.

You swallow you pride and wash it down with a sip of your half empty drink. You put on your best smile, and prepare to talk in the sweetest voice you can muster.

“I really didn’t mean to stare sir. This is my first day in town, I’ve just moved here from-”

“But of course, a woman as beautiful as you can stare as long as she likes.”

A sweet talker. Growing up in the city, you encountered many guys like him. Shooting his shot without even knowing your name. In the past you would‘ve been head over heels for the first guy that gave you this kind of attention. But that would be too easy.

“I don’t think I caught your name.” You say sternly. But before he gets the chance to reply, you hear a waitress call to a “Mccree” from behind the counter. Asking him what he’d like to order.

A smile stretches across his face but he refuses to break eye contact with you. After the awkward silence passes, the cowboy sighs and reluctantly responds to the waitress.

“I’ll have what she’s got.”

“So you’re names Mccree then?” you ask.

“Jesse Mccree. But for you, it’s just Jesse.”

A small smile graces your lips before you will yourself to reply. “Well… my name is (y/n) (l/n), it’s nice to meet you.”

A plate identical to yours slides across the table, stopping in front of Jesse. He grabs the container of ketchup and squirts some on his plate. Dipping a large fry in it and bringing it up to his mouth.

“It’s nice to finally meet the girl who bought that old run down farm house…”

Your breath hitches and you m. hear him begin to chuckle. “How do you know that?” You blurted. He seems to find amusement in your confusion.

“Relax, sugar. I helped do some work on that house a few years ago, so don’t worry.”

He winks at you as he continues to eat his burger. After clearing your plate, you wipe your fingers on a napkin and walk to the counter to pay for your meal. Before turning to step out of the diner, you hear Jesse warn you.

“I’d be careful if I were you, the town can get dangerous after dark.”

You understand that he thinks he’s being helpful. But the more you talk with this strange cowboy, the more thrown for a loop you become. You hope that he didn’t notice you eating faster when he arrived. And you also hoped that he didn’t notice the pistol you kept tucked under your shirt.

You offer Jesse another smile and you wave your hand goodbye. The pain of a migraine is beginning to settle in your left eye.

The ride home was peaceful. The sun had begun to set, so the sky was painted with a beautiful array of bright reds and oranges. You quickly unlock your front door and rush to face plant onto your bare mattress. Sleep is the only thing that can rid you of this painful headache.

3:05 am

Disoriented and confused are the only words you can think of to describe the way you felt when you woke up. The house was pitch black and the only thing on your mind was your overwhelming need to pee. Sitting on the toilet, you start to remember where you are. Alone empty house that’s way too big for one person to occupy alone. You don’t live with your parents anymore and you definitely don’t have toilet paper.

Being forced to make do with the extra napkins you find in your purse, you step back into your dimly lit bedroom. You stretch out the bed sheets that you mother bought you for your new home. They were black, but decorated in brightly colored flowers.

After making your bed, you change into some suitable pajamas. You decide that a shower can wait until the morning. Laying back down in your freshly made bed, you drift off to sleep once again.

Instead of heading into town, you decided to spend the day tackling house chores and garden work. You were already a bit late on planting some veggies, so time is of the essence if you want your plants to grow for a full season.

You rake debris out of one of the large garden boxes in front of the house and begin saturating the soil with water. A trip to the garden store will be in order, eventually. But without a car, it would be very hard to get your plants back to the house.

Its getting late in the evening. It’ll be lunch time soon and wanting to explore the town more, you decide to ride you bike back into town. Before you could lift your bike off the side of the house, you hear the loud engine of a motorcycle pull down the dirt path toward the house.

After quieting the engine, Jesse steps toward you, holding a bag in one hand. “I thought I might treat you to brunch.” he says. A kind gesture, and really, you appreciate it. But eating brunch with a guy you literally just met the day before, seems a bit too sudden.

But the hunger you feel disagrees. “Would you like to come inside? It’s the best I can offer you as a thanks right now.” You say embarrassed as Jesse looks around at the mess you’ve made.

Large sticks and dirt in multiple piles litter the front yard. You weren’t expecting any company today, so you didn’t bother to wear something more flattering than a stained oversized t-shirt and ripped denim jeans.

“A pretty girl like you ain’t meant to do yard work like this.”

You smile at his words and lead him into the kitchen. Reaching into the pink paper bag, he pulls out a croissant sandwich and hands it to you.

You unwrap the delicate wax paper and take a large bite. Jesse stands in the kitchen admiring your progress of pulling out cabinets and drawers. Grabbing on random pieces of wood hanging from the wall.

“This is a delicious sandwich. I-” You breathed. The air suddenly became heavy and your tongue began to go numb. An allergic reaction? You fumble through a box on the floor until you find a small cup. Quickly filling it with water and bringing it to your mouth.

You had never been allergic to anything before. But maybe there was something in the sandwich you’ve never had. Jesse hadn’t moved from where he stood in the kitchen. You downed the entire cup of water, but still felt terrible. Reaching for the sink a second time, You felt Jesse press his broad chest against your back from behind you.

He had caged you against the counter. It had become impossible to hide you hands shaking over the sink. “I went through all the trouble of bringing you food. The least you can do is offer me something as a reward.”

Jesse’s words played on repeat in your head. You offered for him to come inside didn’t you. He didn’t really think that you’d give him something else did he?

“That tranquilizer should be kicking in right about now. You’ll have plenty time to thank me later.”

Unable to fully support yourself, your body quickly began to lean into Jesse’s chest. The light in the room began to drown in a sea of black.

You woke up tied to a bed in an unfamiliar room. Realizing that you aren’t at home anymore, you began to struggle. Tape over your mouth kept you from crying out for help and thick rope restraints kept your arms tied to the bed posts. Your clothes had been removed in your sleep, leaving your body subject to whatever Jesse decided.

The flick of a lighter pulled your attention to the left corner of the room. Jesse began to smoke a cigar as he toyed with your gun. “This is a nice gun, a shame I won’t ever get to see you use it.” He takes a long draw of his cigar and slowly begins to step toward you.

At this point, hot tears begin to stream down the sides of your face. His hand slides across the top of your stomach and stops right before grabbing the doughy flesh of your breast. Cupping the side of it, he shifts his cigar in his mouth and grabs the other one with his opposite hand.

“-And I just knew your tits would feel this good.” His metal hand grips your right breast hard enough to make you squeal. You kick at him, and begin to flail your legs against him. He uses his metal hand to collect one of your ankles. Squeezing it hard enough to leave a mark.

“Now why are you making this harder than it has to be, huh?” He sits on the side of the bed and begins to undress. The sound of his belt buckle falling to the floor is enough to make you question your reality. “This man is gonna rape me.” You think to yourself. There isn’t enough money in the world that would have made you bet on this outcome the first day you arrived.

When he removes his last piece of clothing, his body lurches over you. He plants a hot kiss on the side of your neck. The saliva he leaves behind cools in the open air. He begins to stroke his growing erection, and lifts one of your legs for easy access.

You breath quickens as he lines his cock up with your entrance. As he slowly begins to push in, you feel a pain grow in the pit of your stomach. Each gyration of his hips has you crying out behind the tape covering your mouth. You don’t want this, but you can’t help that your body is making you feel so good.

Sending shock waves of ecstasy throughout your restrained body. Jesse’s deep moans reverberate throughout the room. His quick harsh movements forcefully sends your body rocking into the mattress.

”Don’t worry, I’m gonna take good care of you, and I’ll be a good father when all of this is said and done.”

His voice strains at the last word of his sentence. He picks up his speed and his thrusts become more erratic. You feel his cock press hard against your cervix and fill you. You expect him to pull out, but he continues. He must want you to come as well.

Jesse’s thrusts begin to slow. His movements become more sincere compared to his quick, harsh ones from before. He pinches the corner of the tape covering your mouth and quickly pulls it off. His warm, wet tongue forces itself into your mouth, pulling you into a deep passionate kiss.

As this continues, he grabs your breasts, toying with your sensitive nipples. Your body begins to spasm around his cock. You cross your legs around his back as he fucks you through your earth shattering orgasm.

“I knew you’d be perfect.” He pants into the side of your neck, collapsing on top of you. Trouble always had a way of following you like the plague, and Jesse followed not to far behind.

A/N

omg this is my first actual post! I’m super excited!!! Hopefully you guys enjoy this as much as I did and pls leave some tips if you have any!

How is a domestic life with yandere dilf Jesse McCree (from the Trouble story au)

I’m so sorry… this ask has been invisible in my ask box for some reason?!?!? I haven’t seen it and I don’t know how long I made u wait so I’m gonna give u the best response I can make. It’s gonna be super detailed and everything~❤️❤️❤️

The reader wouldn’t be allowed to leave Jesse’s bedroom in the beginning. Jesse would have already “wife” proofed the room making every precaution to make sure there is no possible way for her to get hurt trying to run away. Windows would be nailed shut and all possible weapons would be kept out of reach.

Jesse would never let his “wife” out of his sight. He would keep everything that she needs away from her and force her to beg him to do everything for her. “Jesse… I really gotta use the bathroom…” And I can see Jesse smoking a cigar standing next to the window. He wouldn’t even look at her but he’d respond with a serious edge in his voice. “Now that’s no way to ask sweetheart.” Of course she would be take back at first, scrambling her mind for another way to ask but still saving her pride. “Can I use the bathroom…please?” She’d ask looking at the bedroom floor. Jesse would then smirk and walk to unlock the bathroom door. He’d stand in the doorway to watch of course…

Jesse definitely has the idea that he would have to “break” his “wife” like a person would do a horse. He’d want to get rid of all the fight she has in her and then make her depend on him. The bedroom she’s locked in wouldn’t have a tv or anything except for a bed and dresser. So his “wife” would mostly sleep to pass the time.

When Jesse is away for a long time, he’d lock her in the bathroom and leave a blanket and pillow in the shower. There wouldn’t be a mirror in the bathroom or anything under the sink.

After she begins to show signs of pregnancy (no baby bump yet tho), he’d begin feeding her more and giving her more attention. Jesse would begin sleeping in the same bed as her and start taking care of her appearance. He’d say misogynistic things like “A husband should be able to come home and see his wife in a nice dress~. I can see him standing behind her in the hallway mirror with his hands wrapped around her waist. He’d tell her exactly how he wants her hair and clothes kept. But… she’s not allowed to wear underwear, for easy access.

Jesse would sometimes go out for drinks, meaning that a few stray days out of the month he’d come home drunk. There will definitely be nights where Jesse wanders up the stairs looking for his “wife” for a little bit of relief.

A/N: (imma call the reader “you” now for a bit of added spice…)

You’d be asleep and then randomly have the sheets thrown off of your body and feel the weight of Jesse above you. Jesse would press into your shoulders and lay the side of his peacekeeper on your middle of your back and slur out “your gonna be real nice for me or you’re not gonna like what happens next…” You’d hear the buckle to his pants get thrown on the floor. Because he’s still drunk, his movements would be erratic and wild. Your hands would be covering your mouth to suppress any sounds as he’s forcing himself inside you. I can see calling his “wife” a bitch and saying dirty things in her ear that he wouldn’t say when he’s sober. Jesse would then fall asleep on top of you. Due to his time in Blackwatch, he’d be a super light sleeper so it would be best for you to try not to move or make any sounds.

When he’d wake up in the morning, he’d seem like a totally different person. He’d be cheerful but still holding you captive. His demeanor would be less of a killer and more like someone that wants to pretend that what he’s doing is normal. He’d be washing his face in the bathroom the next day like nothing happened the night before.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this!!! And don’t forget that my ask box is open!!!

Don’t worry about answering my ask super fast, I’m just happy that you answered. And I love it super detailed ❤️❤️❤️. Your last answer to my ask was really gooodddd. I liked it a lot. Especially how sadistic that Jesse is. With forcing reader to ask/depend on him on mundane things like using the bathroom and he watches it //////. Like he’s trying to reforce into reader’s head that she nothing without him. Have her become not only physically but mentally dependent on him. He’s so mean, it makes me a sensitive baby wanna cry 😭. So I have a question. How he react to a reader that instead does everything she suppose to do as a “proper wife”, cook, clean, sweet, affectionate, etc. but she’s a sensitive baby and cries (full on crying) to him “to stop being mean to me”, from all the twisted minds games he plays. Would he soften up? Or be completely unfazed?.

Hmm… I really think that Jesse would like someone that puts up a bit of a fight against him. But if the reader is already a sensitive and affectionate person from the beginning, then he would probably be softer on her anyway. She wouldn’t have to deal with him being mean often.

Jesse thinks of himself as helping the reader to “become a proper lady” and “give her life purpose.” When she first moved to the small town, she had no real sense of direction in her life but then Jesse came along and put her into a position that she needed to fill. He needed her to fill.

Their relationship would probably start off rough but slowly become normal…

I’ll make a short story for the ask, but I’ll change the reader’s demeanor to fit the scenario.

You were currently sitting on the floor of your “room”. The soft rays of morning sunshine had just barely began to peek through the bedroom window.

Yesterday, Jesse had made you clean the kitchen as he stood and watched. The day before that, he had given you a recipe to follow. He wanted you to cook dinner for him. Cooking in the kitchen would have been peaceful, but of course, he complained the whole time about how a “normal couple wouldn’t have a husband monitoring his own wife as she cooked.” He kept his peace keeper firm in his hand when you began using a knife to cut the vegetables.

He went on about trust, and how “over time your relationship would strengthen”. You had forced yourself to zone out once you felt his hands creep around your sides as you washed your hands in the kitchen sink.

But today, you’re awake before him. You know it because you haven’t heard his heavy footsteps across the hall making the short trek to your “room” yet.

He hasn’t slept in the same bed as you for a few nights now, and deep down, you hope that he doesn’t. The way that he hungrily grabs at your waist as he sleeps behind you, keeps you awake long after he’s fallen asleep.

There isn’t an alarm clock in the room with you. Jesse had removed it after claiming that you could “possibly hang yourself with the cord attached to it on the door knob.” But you still like to guess what time it is. It feels like five in the morning. But it might also be six. There’s no real way to be certain. At least not anymore.

Pulling you from your thoughts, the sound of Jesse’s footsteps are enough to send you into a paralytic shock. You contemplate if hiding under the covers is enough to make him leave you alone, even for just a few more minutes.

His footsteps draw closer and closer, becoming louder with every waking moment. And then they stop, right outside of your door. The soft beeping sound of a old keypad on the outside of the door echos through the quiet room. Then the lock turns, and Jesse enters.

“Mornin’ sunshine~” Jesse slowly drawls, sleep still obviously present in his voice. He folds his arms and leans the side of his body up against the doorframe as he stares down at your shaken form. Like a tradition, every morning he comes in your room and says good morning. If you decide not to respond or glare at him as he comes in, it predetermines how he’ll treat you for the rest of the day.

Exhaling the breath you didn’t notice you were holding, you weakly muster a response. “Good morning…” You breathe, avoiding eye contact, opting to look at the floor instead.

You watch as Jesse steps out from the doorway, allowing the door to swing and close shut. Your chance of freedom leaves you, again. Your focus shifts back to Jesse as he slowly walks towards the locked bathroom door.

“Can I use the bathroom, please?” You plead. You decide to look away from him when you ask. Saving the last amount of pride you have left.

“Of course, sweetheart” Jesse reply’s cheerfully. As though forcing you to ask to relieve yourself every day is something that brings him joy.

You scramble to stand from the cold floor once you hear him unlock the door. Moving always feels awkward when Jesse’s eyes are watching you. The stress of never making a mistake in his presence is suffocating.

Jesse steps to the side of the doorway to give you enough space to enter the bathroom. His hand is raised over you, hanging on to the top of the doorframe. It always feels like his large form takes up all the space in a room, until there’s no where else for you to go but in a corner. Trapped and afraid.

For a moment, you think to yourself that maybe, just maybe, Jesse would step away. Give you a chance to use the bathroom alone. Treat you like a decent human being for once, but he doesn’t bat an eye as you begin pulling down your pants. He never looks away when you reach for toilet paper and he always seems to pay more attention when you rise from the toilet to pull up your pants. Throughout the entire ordeal, you try your hardest to never look in his direction.

When you’re done getting ready for the day, Jesse then leads you downstairs to the kitchen. You notice how he always has you walk in front of him, never trusting you to be out of his sight.

“I want you to make our breakfast today…” he says while reaching into the refrigerator and pulling out a container of eggs. You watch, attentively, as he sits multiple ingredients onto the counter. Once finished, he quickly walks toward the dining table and drags a chair into the corner of the kitchen, folding his arms as he leans against the wall.

There are enough ingredients to make pancakes, scrambled eggs and sausage, you think to yourself. Grabbing a pan and a stick of butter from the array of ingredients lining the counter, you begin cooking breakfast.

Cooking has been the only thing that Jesse has allowed you to do on your own. It’s the only thing left of your past life. You can’t help but think to yourself that maybe…you can make this new living situation work to your benefit.

Pouring the fresh pancake batter in small circles on the stove, you think about how you don’t have to work a job. Or pay bills or worry about taxes. Jesse handles all of that for you. He keeps a roof over your head. He keeps you clothed and fed. You think of how this new life may get easier for you as time moves on.

Paying full attention to the pancakes cooking on the stove I front of you, you reach for the container of eggs on the other side of the counter.

But it happened so quickly…

How could you have been so clumsy?

You lost your grip on an egg, forced to watch helplessly as it hits the floor behind you. Through the long silence, you hear Jesse click his teeth as he begins to stand from his chair.

Moving closer to your form, he reaches across the stove and turns off the eye you were using. Grabbing the hot pan of pancakes, he removes them from the heat and sits it on an unused eye.

By analyzing Jesse’s harsh movements, you can already tell how angry he is. He doesn’t even have to say anything. All you can do is wait quietly for his next move.

But hadn’t you been good? You’d done everything he has asked of you without putting up a fight. You’ve been a “perfect wife”… just like he wanted. So why, why was he so angry with you all the time?

“I’m sorry” is all you manage to utter. “I didn’t mean to waste an egg, I just, you know, I was so focused on not burning the pancakes that I-

Hastily, you rush to grab some paper towels. “I can clean it up no problem, see?” Bending down to your hands and knees, you start grabbing at the scattered egg shell pieces and the egg yolk.

Tears are flowing out of your eyes endlessly. It makes it hard for you to see, forcing you to scramble across the counter looking for the sink to drop the egg shells in. You haven’t heard Jesse say anything yet, his massive form looming over you as you continue to clean up the mess you’ve made.

This was the first time Jesse had seen you cry. You looked so… eager, to please him. He watched as you tediously scrubbed the floor once again. You feel Jesse’s strong hand grab the underside of your arm and pull you to stand.

“You just made a mess, that’s all… Right?” Jesse reassured. “It can be cleaned up and you can get right back to making breakfast.”

You felt Jesse’s large hand rest against your cheek as he used his thumb to wipe away your tears. He pulled your body into his embrace and kept you in a tight standing hug.

Jesse’s previous irritation had vanished faster than it arrived. You had expected him to berate you about wasting food. Or hit you and drag you back to your room for wasting his hard earned money on an egg you could carelessly drop.

But he didn’t.

✧REQUESTS ARE OPEN!✧

Heya Bubs!

I just want to say that requests are open!! I finally got some motivation and ya girl is in her two week holidays (even though its almost the end of the first week oops-) but even if I do have the drive to write all the idea's I have aren't doing it for me. When I'm in a funk I can't think of idea's and need a little push so please request!!

I do head canons and prompts! You can also just shoot a character and idea you have!!

Also I do subjects like Self Harm comfort and mental illnesses and chronic illnesses!!!

Unless told otherwise I do chubby female reader, so if you want anything else please specify!!

I do mostly Soft!Yandere stuff and I write for alot of fandoms!! Like; -Sunny day jack -Your Boyfriend -Moon Knight -Bucky Barnes -Star Wars -Marvel Characters -MHA/BNHA -Overwatch -One Piece -Resident Evil (Only Karl) -Detroit Become human -Demon Slayer -Free! -Naruto -Noragami -Batfam -Genshin Impact -JJBA -JJK -The Arcana (Game) -Hannibal characters -Obey Me! -Hetalia

And more!! If you have something that isn't in this list, your more than welcomed to ask! I probably missed a few oops-

I only have a few rules so please follow them! -I don't write any Yanderes ABUSING their darling (mention of past abuse or someone else abusing darling is fine) -I DO NOT WRITE PREGNANCY STUFF!!!!! -NO RACISM! -IF YOU DO NOT LIKE SOMETHING DO NOT READ! Don't be that ass who trolls! -I write for chubby body's mainly and non-specified bodies (aka I wont mention weight or height etc.) as I only really see chubby bodies being represented when its asked. If an anon asks for something the body type is usually always interpreted as skinny which is absolutely okay but I write for my own selfishness so I will only write SPECIFICALLY for skinny bodies if it's commissioned.

I look forward to anything you can come up with!! :D

~Mwah

Only In Nightmares

Kinda based on me having an actual nightmare last night and waking up with a bump on head (I’m fine i think i just hit my head board in my sleep)

Word Count: 2,032

warnings: noncon nsfw, dark themes, teratophilia, animal torture and death ( This get’s very dark very quickly do not read) Yandere

Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Note this is Reaper x Reader but Reaper is like a complete monster read the tag ‘teratophilia’.

My ask will also be open after this for requests, you can request male over watch characters, bucky barnes and steve rogers! 

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Take You Away  ↠ Yandere!Deadlock!McCree x Reader ↞

part ii

Warnings: none

      A gentle breeze sent the wind chime hanging near you tinkling softly. The sweet notes were your only companions this starless night as you surveyed the expanse of the woods from your Nana’s back porch. Despite being the dead of winter, the chill could not claim you here in the countryside and you sat in an old wicker chair indignantly while you waited for you friend. The notes faded, and you were left alone again as you tapped you foot impatiently to keep sleep at bay. Your eyelids were heavy and beginning to droop despite the anxiety and frustration that had fueled you all day. You just needed to see his face. You just needed to know he was okay. Jesse McCree.

Your head jolted up when you mistook the chimes for his obnoxious spurs and huffed. Why were you even so worried? He can take care of himself, you scolded yourself but knew you were talking bull. You couldn’t help but to worry for him even when you were virtually powerless. Why do I even care? You didn’t plan on finding such a precious friend when you came to town last winter to take care of your Nana, but here you were. Smiling sheepishly, you allowed your head to rest only a little as you reminisced.

    You hadn’t been in town a day as you stood in Nana’s front yard, studying the overgrown monstrosity that had been her garden. You had lost a glove in there trying to rip out weeds and you were kinda afraid of trying to get it back. Coming to town in so long since you were a kid, your heart tore at seeing the state of the woman you considered your second mother’s living conditions. Her memory was failing, and she needed someone to watch her while still allowing her to maintain a vestige of independence and that was something you damn well planned on doing.

“Fuck it.” You were about to tackle the ‘garden’ head first when you heard a sweet whistle from behind. You turned slowly to see a handsome young man, no older than yourself, leaning over the jagged picket fence like it was the most comfortable thing in the world. Warm brown eyes shimmering with good humor stared back at you and thick brows raised in curiosity. His grin was mischievous as he sent a winning smile of sharp canines and things that daddies told their daughters to stay away from straight to you, and you couldn’t help the nervous flutters in your stomach.

“First time I’ve ever seen yer pretty face ‘round these parts.” His drawl was thick but removed any offence you would’ve got if anyone else was trying to shoot their shot.

“I just got here yesterday.” You smiled, but otherwise weren’t trying to make conversation as you didn’t want to lose your resolve in the fight that lay ahead of you.

He tilted his head of brown locks to the ancient lawnmower reclaimed by nature, “Betcha a warm dinner I can get that thing workin’.”

You grinned as you doubted it was possible, “You’re welcome to try.”

You turned you back for only a few moments and was jolted from your slow and painful work with the garden when you heard the machine purr to life. Jesse was presenting it theatrically, taking his hat off with a bow. You ran up to him, “I can’t believe it! This thing is older than both of us combined, how the he—it doesn’t matter. Thank you so much…”

“Jesse.” He extended a warm hand to you that you hurried to take. His grip was firm as his eyes met yours up close.

“And I could go for anything if you make it.”

From that day onward, Jesse would be a constant presence in your house and life. He did the work you and Nana couldn’t and turned your home into a safe and warm place for the both of you. For his warmth, you would always care for him no matter what he got himself into.

       You jumped awake, wiping the drool from your chin. ‘How long was I out?’ You stretched until you heard the crunch of Jesse’s boots on the fallen leaves in the forest. He broke the treeline and came into the porch light's reach. “Jesse!” You jumped up and rushed to him but froze when you saw the cut across his mouth and the swelling beginning beneath his right eye. “Wh-what happened?”

“I’ll tell you when we get inside; just hug me, sugar.” You rushed forward into his open arms and held him close. You should’ve felt relieved but the smell of gunmetal and adrenaline on his shirt scared you.

“Well, hurry up. Let’s go.” You took his arm gingerly and led him through the backdoor and up the creaking stairs as if you were afraid he would flee.

Pulling him into the bathroom, you sat him on the toilet while you rushed around to gather a clean change of clothes and towels. “I feel like I’m gettin’ the royal treatment.” He joked only for you to chuck a shampoo bottle at him. “Don’t give me that! I’m positively livid.” His easy smile slowly fell, and your heart ached but you couldn’t let him get away with this.

You knelt in front of the bath as you ran the hot water for him. A silence had fallen on the room until you asked, “Where were you today, Jesse?”

His cheer had come back, “Where the boys an’ I are every day, sweetheart.”

“That’s not true, Jesse, because if you were you’d be dead or-or—” your voice was getting more constricted by the lump forming in your throat and Jesse’s arms wrapped around you from behind and hoisted you onto the edge of the tub before you could succumb to panic. He saw the frustrated tears threatening to spill and his resolve crumbled as he caved for you.

“It wasn’t supposed to go down like that, Y/n.”

“What happened, Jesse? Ol’ Mitchell’s in the hospital and he hasn’t woke up yet and a truck with two kids inside was shot at and crashed in—”

“Baby, baby, please calm down.”

“How can I when I know it had to have been Deadlock?” Your voice came out shriller then as your fears were tumbling out. You knew that Jesse was part of the infamous gang and you had promised yourself you wouldn’t nag him because he was well aware of the consequences, but this was the first time you had witnessed the violence.

He recoiled slightly but tried to soldier on, he couldn’t lose you like this, “It wasn’t s’posed to happen like this.” He spoke softly, “a rival gang caught themselves thinkin’ they could encroach on our turf. We were just gonna run ‘em out. I dunno who fired the first shot, sugar. I swear on this sorry life of mine I wouldn’t hurt the folks of this town.” His eyes never left yours, gazing into them with such sincerity that all fight in you bled away in seconds.

“Just…why does it have to be this way…” You leaned your head against his shoulder and allowed him to hold you. You knew he was scared too; he was barely a man in age and forced to witness and partake in things you would never be able to comprehend no matter how close you thought you two were.

“I’m sorry, ‘sug.” You held him close for a moment longer until you pulled back to quickly turn off the faucet. “Now, please take a bath.” You met his eyes again earnestly, “You stink.”

He leaned over to clutch his sides as a laugh ripped out, “You sure know how ta kick a man when he’s down, darlin’.” He winked and damn it he was the only man to make it charming, “But, I sure love that about you.”

“And I love you clean. Hop in.” He stood up and made a show of unbuttoning his hand-me-down flannel.

“I’d sure love it if you stayed.”

“Okay.”

His hands froze as his head whipped to the side to see you already perched on the closed toilet like it was the most casual thing in the world. Knots began to coil in his belly as his mind raced with obscene thoughts he’s had of you for a while now. There have been many places where he’s wanted to get you alone, but the bath down the hall from yer dear, sleepy grandma? His cock twitched against his jeans, Y/n you naughty minx.

“Did I hear ya, ri—”

“Yes, you heard me.” You looked down at your hands as his attention was making you shy, “Look, don’t judge me, okay? I just don’t want to leave you alone right now.”

“My, I think my stomach’s full of butterflie—”

“Shut.”

“You sure ya don’t wanna join m—”

“Up.”

“Well, the offer still stands whenever yer—”

“Get in.”

“Gee, yer so keen on seeing me all vulnerable I have half a mind to think ya want me fer my body.”

“I’m not even looking!” You covered your face with a towel and leaned over. “God, you’re too much.”

“Ain’t no such thing as too much of a good thing.”

You growled and waited until you heard the splash of him getting into the tub and waited as you heard him root for the body wash. Looking up, you saw that he was lathering up the wash cloth when you made eye contact.

“Mind gettin’ my back?” His grin was brilliant, but powerless against your blank glare. “Start with your neck, asshole.”

He huffed and sloshed around like the indignant child he was, “Don’t play coy, now. When we’re married, I expect all the comforts of a wife.”

That got your attention, “Excuse me?”

His Cheshire grin was back, “You heard me. Dinner, bathing together, reading bedtime stories to the little’ons and then when they’re asleep I’ll—”

“You ass! What if Nana hears?” You whispered as loud as you could and peeked at the bathroom door as if you could see through it and into her room.

Jesse splashed loudly, and your heart dropped, “Stop it!” you whispered again and he laughed, “Y’know, I think yer pretty fixated on my backside, but I admit I’ve been quite partial to yours since the day we met.”

“Don’t talk like that, Jess. You know it ticks Nana off.”

He frowned as he focused on the bubbles. “She’ll understand one day.”

“I know she will. I know she knows you’re a good guy,” you tried to put it into the words, “but she just can’t accept you being in…you know.” You sighed, and he sank into the tub.

“I’d never hurt either of you.” He said.

“I know.”

“I love you both.”

“And we love you.”

“You especially, right?”

You couldn’t fight the goofy smile spreading across your face, your cheeks growing warm, “Me especially.”

He smiled again and went about bathing with vigor. “You weren’t exactly resistant to the whole marriage thing…”

“Meh.”

“Oh, come on! Don’t leave a gentle soul—”

“Did you hear something?” You perked up and focused on the bathroom door again before standing up. Jesse’s breath hitched as he knew getting up would only cause you to leave. His breath finally released when you heard Nana’s snore and calmed down.

“Just this old house.” You shrugged and flopped back down. You turned away so Jesse could get rinsed off and dressed and brought him back to your room.

The room was small yet cozy, filled with your scent that never failed to make Jesse feel at home. He stared at you while you were finding the spare blankets when he made up his mind that you were his home and he was happy as long as you were together.

Just when you had set up his bedroll he dropped the bomb on you.

“I can’t stay here anymore.”

Confused with anxiety creeping up your throat you clutched the pillow you were fluffing for him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean in town, darlin’. Everyone knows Deadlock was involved today and pretty soon the pigs are gonna be crackin’ down on everything we’ve built here. It’s not safe.”

“You can stay here! Nana and I can keep you here. You don’t have to go with them.” This was blasphemy, you knew it, you knew how loyal he was to the gang but you felt this was your only chance to finally help him like you’ve always wanted.

He looked at you quietly as he readjusted his belt and the two pistols holstered onto it. “I’m leaving tonight.”

“Wh—”

You were cut off when a familiar, pale figure slunk into the room. Her figure was shapely and movements calm as she leaned on Jesse’s shoulder to appraise you.

“What’s takin’ so long, McCree? The old bag’s almost woke twice now. I dunno what the boys will do if she does.” Though she addressed Jesse, her eyes met yours as she spoke with a slow, sensual drawl making sure you got every word.

Jesse bristled, “I was just gettin’ to that…” he turned to you with renewed urgency. “I want you to come with me. Y/n.”

You shook your head, you couldn’t believe this. Jesse let Deadlock Gang into your home. They were threatening your Nana. The realization of betrayal washed over you, “No.”

Jesse visibly trembled as he came towards you, “Please, darlin’. I can’t lo—”

“Leave. Everyone out.” You made to head to Nana’s room when something hard clicked against your temple.

“Ashe, don’t!”

Fury was your only fuel as you turned to meet her gaze with the most brutal you had ever felt. Her lips merely curled even more.

“This ain’t up for negotiation, honeybunch.” Your hands balled into fists and you thought of the possibility of punching her in the throat before she could pull the trigger.

“Either you come willingly, or your Nana goes to the great beyond unwillingly.”

You bit your lip hard enough to draw blood as you fought the desire to hit her with every curse and obscenity you knew.

“Ashe, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be gently.”

You turned to McCree, your former friend, and felt no warmth for him.

“Nothing ever goes as planned, McCree.” She addressed him but admired you as she ran her tongue along her full, blood red upper lip, “But if Y/n here is a good girl I might even arrange some caregivers to take care of your poor ol’, lonesome grandma.”

Bitter tears began to blur your vision, your nana would hate being watched over by strangers. That really would be the last straw that broke her pride.

But either fight and let her die, or play nice and try to find a way back to her.

“Okay.”

“What was that, I didn’t quite hear you.” Ashe cooed as she rubbed the barrel of the gun against you.

“I’ll go with you.”

Your eyes burned into Jesse’s and he was torn between joy and anguish. He had what he wanted but at what cost? He chose to throw away the regret when he came forward and took you into his arms.

“I always told you I’d take you away from here.” He whispered into your ear as he rocked you side to side. “I planned on it being more romantic, but at least we’ve got each other, baby.”

Take You Away  ➳Yandere Deadlock!McCree x reader➳ pt. II

warnings? Maybe a hint of violence at the end.

part i

  Motorcycles thundered down the dirt road and dust trails rose and fell in their wake. Overpowered engines shattered the natural peace of the grassy, country valley as the sun bled the sky in violets and reds. Jesse’s hair flew behind him in chocolate curls as you begrudgingly held on for dear life. Your stomach felt every bump and dip as you and the gang flew through the valley like bats out of hell. You were on your way to the next farm that caught their eye as Deadlock gang was on a nomadic passage to the next safe location.

Dirt clouded the visor of your helmet and didn’t help to ease your nausea. Your eyes trailed to Jesse’s hair that whipped here and there, recalling how he placed the helmet on your head without permission, dubbing you “precious cargo.” You rolled your eyes. If it was how it used to be you would worry for his safety or be flattered at his care for you, but you couldn’t afford to soften for him again. Betrayal was still too fresh in your heart to ever give him another inch. Your hands loosened from around his waist as you considered letting go and allowing yourself to tumble from the bike into a landing that would hopefully break your neck.

The plains were too flat and the grass too soft in cushioning your fall so you would wait until a better opportunity presented itself.

The sun was beginning to set on the horizon when you allowed your eyes to trail to the deadlock member riding beside you. His skin was sun-kissed bordering on leathery and harsh stubble gathered along his strong jaw. Though his eyes had crows’ feet and he was beginning to develop laugh lines he was handsome and wore a slight grin as if there was some joke only he was in on. He caught your eye and winked, and you swiveled your head in the other direction. ‘God, do they all do that?’

That night at Nana’s when you came face to face with the gang that you had only heard of in hushed whispers was slightly underwhelming. Some of these men were handsome. Some you recognized from around town. None you could see being in such a notorious gang and you guess that was the true cause of the dread that iced your spine—the fact that these men were and could be anyone. They walked among the common masses and you had no idea.

   Everyone killed their engines as they decelerated into a cruise through a darkened forest. “We’ll leave the bikes in the brush and head towards that barn.” Jesse stated as he pulled over behind a strong oak and helped you from his bike. Every single bit of contact his skin made against yours made you want to wash. “I know you must be sore, sugar. Don’t worry, we’ll sleep soon.”

A few guys dropped their bikes loudly so they could stretch and pop achy joints. “Watch it!” Ashe reprimanded.

“Why can’t we just keep riding?” A particularly achy member asked, “Or why not just bust in an’ take the house for ourselves? I’m sick of layin’ in the hay.” He grumbled but Ashe was quick to stamp down any sliver of insubordination.

“Because,” Ashe’s pupils were bullets and venom dripped from her every word. ‘Why did he do a stupid thing like that?’ “We don’t need no more trouble on our way to the location and a trail of corpses is the closest way to find us!”

   Ashe was in his face before your eyes adjusted to the dark, her alabaster complexion shown vividly in the choked darkness. “Now, I support any question that ain’t a stupid one, but just so happens that any question questioning my way of doing things is a stupid one.” There was no sound but her voice and the shallow breaths of the others. You held yours. “Now, put that fucking bike away properly before I put you away.” And everyone scattered to hide their bikes as perfectly as they could even without a light to see.

   Putting some space between you and Jesse, you found yourself arm to arm with Bob. You glanced up at him to see his eyes glowing through the gloom and already looking at you. You waved weakly; you hadn’t met any omnics outside of hospitals and superstores where you were from. “Hey…” he was still before waving cheerily at you.

“Oh, looks like Bob here’s made a friend.”

   The smile froze on your face stiffly when that drawl reached your ears. You turned slowly to see Ashe radiant in the moonlight. She walked gracefully over the scattered leaves without having to watch her step. “Glad to see you’re fittin’ in just fine.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer sarcastically and you couldn’t lie by agreeing. Caught in a limbo your lips formed an awkward, tight line. She gazed at you a bit longer with that indiscernible smile on her face before whipping her hair over her shoulders. “Everyone to the barn.” She had been giving you that smile every time you seemed to draw her attention—which was more often than not. What was she thinking?

  Gangsters ambled through the brush while you kept yourself rooted to the spot. No one took notice as you let yourself fall to the back of the pack and then a lone straggler as you began to lose sight of the group. You didn’t know where you were, but maybe you could take off running until you stumbled onto a road and then followed it a few miles to the next house. Could it be so easy?

No.

Arms seized your waist and held you close, and stubble scraped against your cheek. “Waitin’ up for me, sugar?” Jesse cooed as he held you in an embrace slightly below crushing and swayed side to side to silent ballroom music.

“Hardly.” You spit out before you could stop yourself, but thankfully he acted like he hadn’t heard you.

“We haven’t been able to be alone like this for forever.” He hummed, “Ain’t it nice? Jus’ you an’ me.” His voice dropped low and softened and it was almost soothing as the tension faded from your shoulders.

“I didn’t know you started Deadlock.”

He flinched, “It wasn’t just me—”

“Same difference.”

   He was quiet but still swaying as he rested his head on your shoulder. “What’s done is done.” He didn’t try to deny, and the tone was proof that even if he had regrets, he had already done too much to turn back now. You knew it was a low blow but felt like berating him. You needed a way to get this anger out. He never spoke of his parents, but from all your time together you knew that this gang had been the only chance he had of survival all those years ago.

“If only I met you first.” He would say to you with a look of complete devotion when you two were alone. If only…

Jesse perked up, refilled with vigor to cheer you up. Couldn’t he understand that you couldn’t go back to the way you were?

“Y’know…Ashe won’t come looking for us for a while now.” He pulled you into him, stomach against stomach and you pressed into his spread legs as he leaned carelessly against a tree. “If we make a sound, an’ no one’s around to hear it, y’know?”

You stared at him sternly before that old twinkle came back. The same mirth that came whenever he used to say something corny to get a reaction, “That’s not even how that works!”

“Well, of course it’ll still happen, but…”

“Get to the barn, Jesse McCree.”

“I love when ya take charge, sweet pea.”

  You climbed the wooden ladder to the loft. Moonlight was your only aid as you grabbed handfuls of hay to pull yourself aboard. Ashe had already made a nest for herself and had taken off her boots and extra accessories. You had been sleeping beside Ashe at night—her orders much to Jesse’s despair—and you came to notice her little rituals. She carried a small bowl and water decanter with her to wipe off her foundation, sunblock and lipstick, letting her much paler—bordering on translucent—skin get a breather overnight. She slept with smaller pistols in the waistband of her trousers and was an incredibly light sleeper. When she folded up a discarded shirt or her own coat to rest her head on, the hand tucked in for support would be clutching a razor-sharp hunting knife.

You obviously wanted to keep your distance at night, but she insisted you slept on a hair’s breadth apart.

“Us girls gotta stick together.” She chided feigning as if she wasn’t the deadliest person in a 30-mile radius.

   You plopped down beside her and turned your back. The hay helped preserve body heat at least and it was still fresh.

“Did you remember to take your medicine?” You laid quietly before rolling back over and sitting up. “No.” You extended a hand as she was already jingling her little pouch of pink pills. “You can’t skip a single day. We don’t need any liabilities on the road.”

The little pouch contained birth control; small tablets resembling sweet tarts but not as good if you accidentally bite down. “Here’s something to drink.” She handed you her thermal of cold coffee and you nodded in thanks.

The small tablets went down hard every time when you thought of the implications.

“Ashe…” You murmured in the quiet of the loft as the men below had settled in for the night.

“Hmm?” she hummed as she was putting the thermos away.

Ask about the birth control. Why do you need them? What’s going to happen to you? What are they planning? Can’t you talk or beg your way out of this?

“Thank you.”

The smile that bloomed on her face was genuine as she placed a truly lily-white hand against your cheek. “Don’t fret none. I’m just lookin’ out for what’s best for you.”

If only that were true.

You lay awake all night looking for answers.

   The next day you all continued your passage to a more stable base of operations.

“It’s this old shanty town type place.” A guy pipes up as he recalls, “There’s a building like a compound and it’s in the middle of the desert.” You listen in feeling sicker by the second as you picture the scene. Wide open desert meant no place to hide if you made a run for it. You couldn’t run at night as Ashe was an extremely light sleeper and you always met her eyes every time you merely budged while sleeping. Jesse kept a tight leash on you during the day, so options were scarce.

“We’ll fin’ly stay somewhere with a shower.” He nudged you jovially, “Bet the misses will like that.” He chirped with a mouth missing only a few teeth.

“Shoot yeah.” You tried to grin amicably. Despite the company you found yourself in, it seemed like most treated you warmly. With growing horror, it was almost like you were part of the gang.

“Ya always smell like roses to me, babe.” Jesse said as he lifted you up from behind and over the shoulder. “Don’t!” The world spun as he twirled you both around. “I’m dizzy!”

“Ol’ McCree’s always gotta show off his pretty. young thing.” Someone said to which others catcalled and whistled. Jesse settled you down gently but you wobbled and held tight to him so you wouldn’t fall. “’Course! Y/n’s my treasure.” His voice became more earnest as he dropped the joking tone, “She’s a good woman.”

“We know, we know!” The rest crowed and like that you turned your back to continue the trek on the narrow foot path.

When dirt gave to sand and wind was visible, you knew that you were close. Everyone mounted their bikes and you were seated in front of Jesse with his arms caging you as he steered.

  You don’t know how long you rode like this as there were no land markers but cacti that could’ve gotten up and walked for all you knew. You knew you were there when the concrete building came into view. It did look like a compound with lesser enforced shacks built off of it. It was one story with square, dirty windows and you could see people going about their business hanging laundry and tending to the animals.

When Jesse accelerated instead of decelerating, your heart caught in your throat.

“Jesse…What’s…”

“Shh, sugar.” He cooed into your ear, “Just business as usual.”

Someone fired a gun and a clay pot exploded into a million little pieces. “Jesse, stop!”

“No one has to get hurt.” He murmured, “As long as no one tries to be a hero this will all be quick an’ painless…” And suddenly he was far beyond his years as you were going to see Deadlock McCree.

   Motorcycles barreled into the courtyard, tearing down laundry lines and flipping tables. People screamed as they grabbed each other and their children out of the way as the deadlock members drove indiscriminately. More gunshots, more screams, no one hit, but they were being terrorized and herded like cattle here and there. Some men dismounted and took to raiding the rooms and ripping people from their hiding places. Crying faces were brought to light and you elbowed and turned to beat Jesse as hard as you could. You couldn’t just be a bystander.

These people cried out in a language you couldn’t recognize, and you finally realized this was something of a reservation. Unprotected by the government but allowed to exist all the same. Deadlock was harming people who no one would fight for.

“Now, stop that. It’s almost done.” Jesse pinned your arms to your sides with ease and you wrenched around viciously, kicking and hissing, not caring if you tipped the bike over and you along with it. You screamed and tried to bite Jesse’s nose clean off. The louder and desperate the cries you heard, the more hurried you were. You successfully head butt Jesse and he released you in his surprise. Completely on autopilot, you reached for one of his guns that he had never thought to conceal from you. You had never reached for it before and you were beginning to understand that being underestimated was the greatest strength you had at this point. You jumped off the bike and turned to the frenzied pillaging. The gangsters laughed with malice and sadistic glee as they chased women carrying their dazed children off the res. Men who didn’t get the hint had a punch to the jaw and another for clear measure. The elderly were shoved and goaded, and everything was complete hell.

You fumbled with the safety as you put a quick distance between you and Jesse.

“Y/n! Get back here!” You aimed, you wouldn’t kill but you needed this to stop. You needed all of this depravity to stop. You aimed at the leg of a running gangster and fired just when Jesse tackled you to the ground.

“What do ya think you’re doing?” He crushed the air from your lungs and your ears were ringing from the impact your head made against the tightly packed ground. Was the back of your head bleeding? You think you hit a rock. Sand went into your nose and you couldn’t lift the hand holding the pistol as Jesse grabbed your wrist and wrenched it from you.

“Are you outta your mind? You could’ve gotten hurt!” You stared up at him quietly until you raised yourself on your elbows just enough to spit in his face.

“Good. What makes me any more important than any of these people? They could get hurt, Jesse.” Your eyes met and the sheer astonishment in his usually warm brown eyes—always warm when they were looking at you—gave you a sad satisfaction. “You’re a monster.”

An explosion of pain erupted against your left cheek and you felt like something burst. Your head crashed against the dirt again and this time you did not get up.

McCree x Waitress! Shy! Reader

For a second time, his cup was filled. Coffee poured down the glass pot, swirling and thick as ink, not the smallest drip of milk to lighten the bitterness.

Much like the drink– McCree wistfully contemplated, tapping his cigar on the ashtray– he was a bitter man, with no joys to sweeten his life.

An ex-criminal, former agent of a putrid organization– convulsing to rise from it’s own ashes.– and now bounty hunter, his life was not meant to be filled with the sweetness of a lover’s touch. Flings, there had been many, faces he had forgotten. Voices he could give no visage, only able to recall the delightful warmth of those meaningless bodies.

But what could they bring, beyond a time-worn memory?

Your soft hands came to his sight, setting a perfectly cut slice of apple pie by the fresh coffee. It was still steaming, as you playfully pointed out with a wink, a carefree gesture that brought a smile to his lips.

“Thanks, doll.” His voice was lowered to a delicious purr, accent thick in his voice as he watched you flush in place, sputtering a feeble answer, fleeting back behind the bar, eyes everywhere but on him.

Sweet little (Y/n) was the only one waiting for him after every adventure, with warm smiles and reassuring hands, ready to take on every command that fell down his lips.

How would you look by his side?, he wondered at times when the dinner became dull and empty.

To have you receive him after every mission, with warm words and a chest for him to lay his head on?

Jesse realized, after a while, that it was not sex what drove him to you, as a moth flutters helplessly around light, unable to look apart.

You were soft, kind, gracious. You never judged him, not even as he came stained in blood, nor did you ask questions, beyond warning him not to dirt the floor.

Not even once had you raised your voice at him, in five years of this strange relationship– he’d come, he’d go, often whistling a merry tune as he walked you back home, arm wrapped around your shoulders, or in sheer silence, but still refusing to walk away from you.

Too kind, too kind. Too good for a varlet like him.

But still. There was a yearning. A want. He was a man, after all.

The clock marked near midnight, the oddest of hours to enjoy black coffee and pie, but McCree knew he would not be sleeping tonight. Your shift would come to an end soon.

“Say, darlin’.” His voice ripped your gaze from the counter, as you gingerly made your way to the cowboy. Seeing as there were no other customers, you didn’t complain as his hand guided you to sit on his lap. “Mind if I walk you back home?”

Your sweet, sheepish smile almost made his heart burst.

“If…it’s not too much trouble” doubt laced your voice, and McCree silently prayed that you’d not be dissuaded. “I’d like that.”

As if you’d never deny.

Not even as his hands wrapped around you thighs, lips finding the sweet flesh of your throat, would you ever deny him.

Jesse would never need to break you

Not when he had you wrapped around his finger like this.

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…How did I do?

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