Tag: mccree/soldier76

10th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 10th Fill

McCree/Hanzo/Reyes/Morrison – virgin!McCree; chubby!McCree; premature ejaculation; body worship; chub appreciation; self-loathing in the beginning – McCree has stumbled into the clutches of three horny, hungry men.

He doesn’t know how he’s stumbled his way into this situation. He doesn’t know how to get out of it again, either. Hanzo is at his left, Morrison at his right, and the goddamn *Commander* is down at his knee level, looking like a big, dangerous cat as he grins up at him wide and lowers his head, cheek rubbing against the bulge straining in Jesse’s jeans.

“Always wanted to get my fingers on that gorgeous fat cock,” he purrs.

Jesse gurgles something. His belly twists uncomfortably at the word *fat* but his cock is too nervously excited by the proceedings. He swallows and struggles half-heartedly, trying to pull his arms out of the grip Hanzo and Morrison have on him.

He feels like a bug wiggling on his back. A fat bug. He glances around at the tightly muscled bodies around him, then back at Reyes whose face is half-hidden behind the roll of chub spilling above Jesse’s jeans.

He swallows and closes his eyes tightly. He’s only wanted to give them his report and be on his way. He hadn’t meant to barge right into the hot and heavy make-out session between the three.

“I ah…”

He makes a high-pitched, pathetic sound as he feels Reyes open his pants. He sucks his belly in and feels his cheeks go a dark, ruddy red under his unkempt beard.

“I can go again,” he offers and Morrison laughs next to him, deep and rough.

“Oh no… we want you to *come*.” Hanzo huffs on the other side, sounding annoyed by the pun. His dark eyes are sharp like a bird of prey’s, taking in Jesse’s pathetic body and he feels sick with it until his cock is out and Reyes makes a sound like he’s dying and loving every second of it.

“Goddamn it’s good. Fuck… Been waiting for years for this…”

Jesse wheezes as Reyes’ mouth shoves over the crown of his cock, wet and hot and silky. He jerks again, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Reyes sucks, and Jesse, pathetically, humiliatingly comes without fanfare. One second he’s shaking in Morrison’s and Shimada’s grip, the next his hips are lifting up and Reyes makes a sound of surprise as hot, thick cum splashes against his tongue.

There’s a ringing in Jesse’s ears and it takes him a while to realize that everything has become deathly silent. When he opens his eyes, all three men are staring at him with wide eyes.

He pulls his hand out of Morrison’s slack grip and lets it slap against his face.

“Shit…” he mumbles. He does not know what he expects them to do next. Definitely not them crawling all over him, their mouths wet and needy as they suck at his soft tits and bite against the chub on his hips.

“Damn that was hot… fuck… you’re so sensitive, aren’t you?”

He can’t make out who said it. It could’ve been Morrison; might have even been Reyes. There are hands between his legs, urging them apart, kneading his thick thighs until the big muscles there jump.

Someone is at his balls, weighing their heft and feeling how big and full they still are.

They don’t ask him, thankfully, though that might just mean it is glaringly, pathetically obvious: Jesse McCree’s still a virgin. His cock is big and fat still, drooling against his belly until someone pulls it up and pushes their greedy, wet mouth across it.

He whines and arches. He wants to feel humiliated as someone squeezes his soft, chubby tits and pushes them together like a pair of breasts, but they sound just as fucked out as he does; murmuring feverishly about how hot he is; how nice his dick is; how good it feels in their greedy hands and greedier mouths.

“Could fuck those tits…” that was Morrison.

There’s a tongue at his balls and when Jesse makes himself look down, Shimada has switched places with Reyes and is nuzzling and sucking at the large testicles; testing how loose they are in the silky skin.

Jesse thinks he must be dreaming… or dying. He bucks helplessly and Reyes has mercy on him; provides him with his greedy, hot mouth to fuck into.

The thought makes Jesse’s brain stall. He is fucking someone. His dick is in a warm, welcoming hole and he’s fucking, however inexpert, into it; taking what he wants.

Reyes sounds about as delirious as Jesse feels. Like he’s the one allowed to nervously rabbit-fuck into his first soft orifice instead of Jesse, whose brain is feeling liquid by now.

Morrison is lowering himself, his rough fingers pinching at Jesse’s fat, sensitive nipples, making his trembling mouth drop open in a wordless cry.

He bends down, noses at Jesse’s hot flushed ear and murmurs: “Pretty little virgin, aren’t’cha?”

And Jesse comes again into Reyes’ mouth; all across his hot, clever tongue, and Hanzo curses low, his silky voice gone rough and deep. Jesse can hear an indistinct: “Just ten minutes… my God…”

But it does not make much sense. Not when there’s a hand on his twitching sac, lovingly cradling it as if it wants to help him push out all that thick creamy cum stored in there.

Someone is grabbing at his belly, digging their fingers into the chub, and for once in his life it is not followed by a wave of self-loathing anxiety.

He almost sobs.

5th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 8th Fill

McCree/Soldier76 – lactation kink; faux beastiality – Farmer Jack milks cow McCree.

Jesse is a good cow. One of Jack’s favorites. He is stocky and well-behaved, not egging the other cows on to any shenanigans and mostly just loving to groom them and be groomed. He’s producing a nice load of milk on the regular, too – thick and creamy. Rich.

The only downside of his is, Jack supposes, that he can not be rushed. He is not an idiot, not by a long shot. Maybe even too intelligent for his own good, as he can calculate pretty well what he can get away with.

So when he stops in the middle of getting ushered towards the milk barn in order to tug on a few leaves of grass off to the side, Jack can only sigh and pet his thick, brown hair.

Jesse is a good boy, and Jack has a soft spot for him, so he lets him get away with more than he really should. Though, really, if Jesse wants to stay somewhere, there is nothing short of a truck that could move him from that spot.

A good boy, but a lazy one.

When he is finally at his spot, snuffling around for another treat of some sort, not caring about Jack’s vaseline slick fingers rounding his plump teats and prepping them for the milking apparatus, Jack can’t help but laugh rough and fond.

“You’re a menace,” he murmurs, the busy rub of his fingertips slowing to a more leisurely drag around the fat, perky teats. They’re nice and thick; the same ruddy red as Jesse’s plump lips, and when Jack gives them an experimental tug, they readily pearl with milk.

Jesse eyes him with his dark, docile eyes. Intelligent eyes, and moos deep and slow. Jack curses under his breath, feels his cheeks get hot beneath his scruff. He could have saved a lot of time coaxing Jesse over here if he’d just done it like this in the first place.

Alas, there is always a modicum of hesitation still staying his hands. Jesse’s downright sly gaze, almost makes him laugh.

Too damn intelligent.

His hand wanders; no longer plucking on one of the swollen teats and instead cupping the whole pec; swollen and hairy and so very firm as it presses into his palm. Jesse shuffles slightly, then stays still again, eyes going half-mast while his cock – big and meaty with a nice pair of hefty balls – starts filling out.

He’s used to this every once in a while. Getting an extra special treatment by Jack who feels vaguely embarrassed about having his cow trained to responding like this. Getting hard and needy when his tits get fondled.

“I’m a bad man,” he murmurs, but it does not keep him from sitting down in the straw next to Jesse, pulling a pail closer. The sound of the milk hitting the bottom in a hard, thick stream when he finally pulls at Jesse’s teat has him harder quicker than the feeling of the fat nipple between his rough fingers.

Jesse is a feast; shuffling, mooing, pressing into Jack’s hands and lolling his tongue out as he gets serviced by his owner. There is no other term for it, Jack figures, ears burning with shame, fingers becoming a bit rough just to prove to himself that he’s not a slave of his cow – but Jesse likes this, too, so the point is rendered moot.

He likes to think that he’s a good farmer. Tending to his animal’s every need. It helps him rationalize what he is doing when he starts sucking Jesse off or is playing with his big, swinging balls.

It definitely helps explain it away when he lets the animal mount up and breed him whenever the cow is inspired enough to do anything other than stand there and be serviced by his personal slut.

here ya go! Morrison getting his tiddies fucked :3

this is kind of an AU where the fallout never happened.

Jesse might have filled out since Gabriel had pulled him out of Deadlock – might have, in fact, filled out a little too much, belly having gotten soft and hairy with the years – but he still was the same stupid kid from back then.

He still fumbled his words when he got excited, mouth hanging open, barrel chest heaving, none of that lazy cowboy charm to be found when his cock was already lifting from the wild nest of curls he had cultivated himself.

Well. Maybe it was a little endearing; how he got almost shy watching Jack on the bed, large hands balling into fists at his sides and then relaxing again, fingers moving as if they hurt.

“Oh wow. I… wow.”

His shaggy beard touches his chest as he nervously shoves himself forward onto the edge of the mattress, knees almost touching Jack’s hips.

Gabriel leans back in his chair, chin braced on the palm of one hand, watching the delicious contrast of burly, hairy Jesse next to the golden boy.

“You only gonna watch him?”

Jesse startles, throwing a short sidelong glance at his old mentor sitting not too far to the side.

“No,” he mumbles, then stretches out his hand, blunt fingertips touching the side of Jack’s torso, pushing against the hard ridges of his ribs. Gabriel can see the shudder going through the Soldier’s body, how he tilts his greying head back into the pillow, eyes closing, mouth going soft and needy.

He’s been anticipating this for weeks, it seems. Maybe months, even – who knew how long he’s had to hype himself up for finally going and asking Gabriel for what was his; watching Jesse secretly, staring at the loose bulge of his swinging dick whenever the cowboy swaggers across base – wanting to have that big cock that Jesse so naively showed off with his lack of underwear and decorum.

Gabriel wonders if Jack had thought it go like this, though: Jesse being a fumbling, nervous idiot and Gabriel sitting to the side, directing them. Both his… what – submissives? Slaves? Boyfriends? in one room at last.

“Do you like him, Jesse?” he asks, voice pitched to a low purr as he watches McCree’s hand move, sliding onto Jack’s belly where it splays, touching the hard won muscles that he himself did not possess. “You like how pretty he is? A little doll for you to play with.”

Jack is a tall man; imposing, even, when stuffed out in all his regalia and standing in front of a slew of soldiers.

Next to Jesse, however – that sheer hairy bulk, all that warm, brown skin – he looks unreal; like a thing made out of paper, ready to get crumbled up and torn apart. He seems ready for it, too, when he sees Jesse nodding mutely, mouth still hanging open in wonder, cock swelling a little more.

Jesse never needs much to get excited.

“He has lovely tits, don’t you think?” Gabriel prods further, shifting forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. “I know for a fact that they’re very sensitive. Jack loves getting them played with. I got so many pretty clamps for him.”

Through the shaggy fall of Jesse’s uncombed hair, Gabriel can see his ears lighting up like a lamp, warm and red as McCree first shoots him a small, needy gaze – wanting, obviously needing to see those little toys for himself one of these days – then looks back at Jack and the generous swell of his pecs, his nipples sitting small and candy pink right there for the taking.

His chest moves in tantalizing ups and downs, almost heaving as he feels the gaze of both men riveted on him.

Jesse reaches for one peaked tip almost hesitatingly, blunt fingertips catching it and squeezing carefully.

Jack groans, throwing one arm across his eyes, bows his back up into the feeling and lets Jesse do as he wishes.

“C-Commander…”

Gabriel grins slow with a lot of teeth, eyes crinkling at the corners and the chair groaning faintly beneath his weight when he angles himself forward even more.

“Why don’t you mount up, cowboy? He’s been wanting to say hello to your cock for a while now. You shouldn’t leave him hanging.”

McCree murmurs something under his breath, hand curling around his cock, giving it a little squeeze as he pinches again, carefully, then pulls a little for good measure just to watch how Morrison’s flush starts creeping down from his ears into his cheeks and towards his throat.

“How far does that pretty lil’ blush go?” he asks, the drawl more pronounced than usual, making it difficult to understand.

Gabriel leans back, legs falling open carelessly, hand inching towards his crotch but not yet touching – he was going to make this one last.

“Why don’t you find out?”

.o.

The blush creeps down his throat and over his collarbones, pinkening up his tits like an offering, and Gabriel wonders vaguely whether McCree will start drooling like a dog.

His thighs look massive as he kneels over his Strike Commander, the tense muscles making them look even juicier, and Gabriel can’t get enough from the sight of his hairy ass hovering a few inches above Morrison’s perfect, smooth belly.

For all that McCree seemed out of shape, he did possess a surprising amount of stamina: chin on his chest, watching himself move with almost machine like relentlessness, fucking carefully so his cock wouldn’t slip from the plush valley of Morrison’s chest.

Jesse’s belly is moving with the rocking motions of his hips; almost hypnotically as he fucks, his hands splayed on Morrison’s pectorals, thumbs pressing down against the thick shaft of his cock to hold it down.

Whenever he has pushed in the deepes, his foreskin rolls back, the wet, swollen head of his cock practically popping out – and Jack is straining for it, head up, mouth open, trying to get a lick in and only managing to smear his chin with sticky pre-cum.

“Look up at him,” Gabriel orders and Jesse groans when Morrison does just that: those painfully blue eyes rolling up, staring into McCree’s face as he tries and fails to suckle the fat tip into his mouth, making a spectacle of himself.

Jesse does help him, then – lets go of those plush tits to cup one large hand behind Morrison’s head and cradle it, keep him nice and up as he pushes those scant last few centimeters towards him, letting him close his lips around the leaking tip and lash his greedy tongue against the slit to taste how salty it was.

Morrison’s eyelids flutter, his cock an angry red, so hard it stays on its own, angled away from his clenching belly, but before he can close them, Gabriel tuts and he snaps them open, staring up even as they start to water.

“Did I tell you you could fuck his mouth?” Gabriel asks idly, knee bouncing, head tilting back against the headrest. Jesse whines like a dog but does shuffle obediently backwards, both men sounding close to tears when his cock leaves the warm, greedy suction of Morrison’s mouth with a lewd pop.

“Help him along, why don’t you, Jackie-boy?”

And God, do they look delicious like that: Morrison framing his pecs with his own hands, pushing them together to deepen the valley of his tits, let Jesse hump his dark, swollen cock in the crease and get it sticky and shiny with pre-cum.

McCree’s balls, big and hairy as the rest of him, drag against the delicate skin of Jack’s sternum. Gabriel wonders whether it’ll be red afterwards; raw from the rough pubes grinding into him again and again.

As he watches, Morrison shifts his hands, fingers splaying, taking the swollen peaks of his nipples between them just to add a bit more pressure on them. His mouth is bruised looking and wet, falling open when he grips the firm muscles and pinches his nipples in the process.

“You like fucking his tits, McCree?”

Jesse nods, eager and canine, his teeth bared in a way that makes Gabriel think he wants to chew on one of his cigars. It would suit him: pulling nervous puffs while fucking his big cock between Morrison’s tits. That same big cock that was too heavy to stand up on its own, drooping deliciously, foreskin silky and dark and mouthwatering…

“Jesse looks good on you, Morrison,” Gabriel rasps, hand squeezing his cock through his pants, hips curving up into it. “But I bet you’d love to reciprocate, wouldn’t you? He doesn’t have your gorgeous tits, but he has a nice fat ass. Would you like fucking his hairy cheeks? I could help you with it. Get up behind you. Guide your hips with mine.”

Jack is breathing like he has trouble getting air into his lungs. His cock flexes, a string of pre-cum dripping towards his abdomen, knees twitching restlessly, then pulling slowly up. He can’t keep his hips still, shimmying from side to side.

“Yeah, you’d love that,” Gabriel purrs. He is grinding against his palm, fucking lazily, wondering whether he should get up and get his fleshlight; but he doesn’t want to miss any of the action – not when Morrison looks like he’s about to pump out his load just from McCree fucking his sturdy, fat dick between his tits.

McCree’s cheeks are ruddy red beneath his shaggy beard, his dark eyes glistening; watery and feverish at the same time. He is chuffing like a train, slanting little submissive glances towards Gabriel; he already knows the drill about coming too soon and without permission, and he looks ready to beg already.

No stamina this one. Gabriel loves it.

He grins predatory and slides a little deeper into his chair, settling in for the long haul.