#mccree fic

[captainravenpyre]

Sweet Pea - Mccree x Fem!Tiny!Reader

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26612260/chapters/64886947

[soldierkiara]

You wiped your forehead with your sleeve, eyes scanning over the patrons of your bar. You didn’t have long to stop and pause, however, drink and food orders barked in your direction by impatient and inebriated patrons. You skillfully began making drinks while inputting food orders; you had been in this business for quite a long time, so you had very quickly become accustom to the fast paced environment, as well as the sour moods of drunk men who didn’t get what they wanted fast enough. 

“What can I get’cha?” You turned your attention to the unfamiliar man now sitting in front of you at your bar. He was dressed in almost all black, apart from the red bandanna and glowing orange arm, with many gun holsters and a crossbow strapped to his back. His face was most obscured by a large black cowboy hat, and you could just barely see the butt of a cigar hanging from his mouth. 

“Whiskey on the rocks.” He said gruffly, not looking up at you. He took the crossbow from his back and began to disassemble it, cleaning the parts on a very dusty and tattered undershirt. 

“Alright. Be right there with it.” You replied, slightly intrigued by the mysterious man. The other patrons payed him no mind; it was almost like they weren’t able to see him, that only you could. You poured his drink and slid it down the bar to him, which he caught quite delicately, despite holding a crossbow bolt between his fingers. 

You glanced at the clock, noting the time. “Alright everyone, last call.” You shouted over the deafening hum of the patrons. Very few ordered many more drinks, most coming to settle their tab with you and then stumbling out of the bar, tripping down the two small steps and landing flat on their faces in the dirt. Your eyes wandered over to the man once again, who was still cleaning what seemed to be the same bolt. He had barely sipped his drink, you noticed. 

When the last few customers stumbled their way out of your bar, you followed them to the door and locked it, turning your Open signs to Closed. The man at the counter hadn’t said anything to you, even as everyone else left. You made your way back around the counter, wiping up spilled alcohol, vomit and other excrement you decided you would rather not know the name of. “I’m not gonna kick ya out just yet, but you won’t be able to stay much longer. Deal?”

The man paused, the glass against his lips. You could see the glass fog slightly as he let out a small, breathy chuckle. “Alright. Thanks darlin’.” 

You turned your attention back to your closing duties, though you kept an eye on the stranger. He didn’t seem like the regular drunkard; each word he spoke was planned and seemed to drip with a sort of secret venom. Everything from his posture down to the clothing he wore screamed secrets. 

“So,” He said suddenly, causing you to jump. “You the only worker here?” 

You paused, not turning around to face him. “No.” You said calmly. “So if you’re plannin’ on trying anything funny, I would heavily advise against it. You may be packin, cowboy, but so am I.” 

Again, you got a small chuckle in response. “You’re quite the firecracker, huh? A stubborn gal?” 

“You could say that.” You turned, placing a hand on your hip. “Who’s askin’?” 

You watched as the cowboy downed the rest of his drink, the crossbow assembled once again and sitting next to him on the bar counter. “No one special.” He replied with a shrug before pulling a cigar from his pocket and lighting it. 

“Fine. Now that you’re done your drink, I suggest you scram before you say or do anything that you might regret.” 

The man raised his head to look at you fully, an amused and almost bored smile on his face. “Is that a threat, young lady?” 

“It’s a warning.” You said as you scanned the features of his face. These deep brown eyes locked with yours, the scent of copper and his cigar wafted over you. Brown hair mostly obscured by his hat, as well as a matching beard to go with his hair. 

“There’s no point in trying to memorize what I look like.” The man said with an infuriating grin. “You won’t be able to tell anyone who I am or what I look like.” 

“Oh? And why’s that?” You growled, your heart racing in your chest. Your hand instinctively flicked to your waist where your gun was. 

“My name is Jesse McCree. Ever heard of me?” He took a few steps closer, his grin widening as you stepped back.

“No.” You replied, not letting your voice waiver. “You’re probably just some nobody who thinks he can scare me.” 

Jesse McCree shrugged, and you saw his eyes flick down to your waist as well when your hand moved. “Maybe so.” He flicked some ashes from his cigar onto the floor. “Look, darlin’, you’ve pissed off some rich people, and they’ve put a bounty on your head.” He stepped closer, smirking as your back pressed against the wall. “I want that reward. You must be pretty damn special, or seriously infuriating to get half a million dollars for a bounty.” He placed his hands on either side of your head, leaning down so he was eye to eye with you. “Unfortunately, they wanted you alive, so be a doll and go quietly, will you?” 

You let out a muffled yell as he pulled you against him, his arm around your neck in a chokehold. You clawed furiously at his arm, unable to reach your gun with his other hand. With each hit against his arm, you were met with only a metallic bang. You tried to yell again for one of your employees, but your mind grew too fuzzy to make a sound.

[soldierkiara]

McCree with a spooky southern witch reader?

(I hope this is what you wanted Anon! I’m basing this off of my practices as a witchling, so please forgive me if I portray anything incorrectly. I’m still learning;;;)

“Hey Darlin’, what are you up to?”

You furrowed your brows, staring at the spread of cards in front of you. You didn’t respond, even as Jesse sat behind you on the couch and began rubbing your shoulders. 

“Babe? Y’allright?” He peeked over your shoulder to inspect the cards. “Are you playing Poker with yourself? Those are some weird cards.” 

“No, Jesse, I’m not playing Poker with myself.” You sighed, rubbing your eyes. “These are my tarot cards. I’m doing a reading for myself, but my cards aren’t particularly kind to me.” 

Jesse was quiet for a moment. “Your... cards.. Aren’t being nice to you?” He asked slowly, as if he wasn’t sure he heard you correctly. 

“Yes.” 

Jesse glanced around the coffee table, noticing the assortment of crystals, herbs, and candles. “Are you doing witch stuff again?” You didn’t openly practice in front of him, but he had found you once or twice while you were cleansing your crystals and casting spells.

“I guess you could call it that.” You said with a bit of a smile. While Jesse didn’t fully understand your practice, he tried really hard to keep an open mind and to not put you down about any of your witchcraft stuff. 

“So.. What do they say?” 

You tilted your head back and stared him hard in the face. “They’re telling me I should break up with you.” 

Jesse stopped, staring down at you. “Ha ha, that’s funny Y/N.”  He chuckled a little uncomfortably. “..You’re joking, right?” 

You stared at him for another moment before looking back at your cards. “Yes. I’m joking.” You looked back at him with a smile. openly laughing as his frown turned into a look of utter relief. 

“That’s not funny.” He responded, chuckling to himself a little. “I should have known. You’d never break up with me just because a deck of cards said so.” 

You didn’t respond, instead snuffing out your candles and carefully putting your crystals back into their pouches.

“Y/N? Right?” 

“Jesse, if my cards told me we should break up, then you would be gone within the hour.” You smiled sweetly at him, leaning up and pecking his lips. “Wanna watch a movie?”

[soldierkiara]

@silvverwolf here is your commission! Thank you for commissioning me once again!

- - - - - - - - - - - - 

“Are you okay, Jesse?”

You leaned against the door frame of your shared bedroom, watching your boyfriend in amusement. All that was sticking out from the mound of blankets was a chocolate-brown tail. A small grunt was your answer. “Do you want some breakfast?”

You didn't get an answer for a moment, before the smallest grunt was able to be heard.

“Okay, I'll go make you some breakfast.” You turned and walked back into the kitchen to get started on some breakfast for him. You knew he had been out late and that he was tired, but you also knew he probably didn't eat anything last night. You rummaged through the fridge, pulling out a carton of eggs and various meats. You began to cook, humming softly as you did so. You knew Jesse preferred his meat on the rare side, and that soon he would be unable to stay under the covers due to the delicious smell. Less than five minutes later, he emerged from the bedroom. His brown hair was tousled and dirty, with bits of sticks and grass in it. His clothes were ripped in places and dirty, with mud coating a good majority of it.

None of this phased you, as it was a sight you had seen plenty of times before. “Morning Jesse. Sleep well?” You teased slightly.

Jesse threw you a sour look before collapsing on the couch. You were just able to see the tips of Jesse's ears from his new position. “Hope you're hungry.”

“Starvin'.”

You couldn't help but smile. “Why don't we take a bath after breakfast?”

“You sayin' I stink?”

“Yeah.”

Jesse lifted his head to look at you.

“Badly.” You added in with a grin.

Jesse simply flashed you his fangs, in warning or amusement you weren't sure. Jesse waited patiently on the couch until you had finished making breakfast. The smell of the cooking steak was making his mouth water. You dished up his food, setting it on the table. “Jesse, come!” You laughed slightly, taking a step back as Jesse pushed you up against the table.

“What a good housewife you are, darlin'.” He purred, running a clawed hand down your chest. “I'm sure you'd make a man real happy one day.”

You rolled your eyes. “One of us has to be the man in the relationship, you know. And it ain't you.” You poked his chest. “Besides, just because I can cook doesn't make me a housewife. The fact that I do everything around here makes me the housewife.”

“And I appreciate you for everything you do.” He bowed his head mockingly to you before sitting down. “Thank you for breakfast, y/n. It smells delicious.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning in to give him a quick kiss before he started on his food. Jesse happily returned the kiss before turning his attention to the plate of food before him. You could almost see the drool.

You sat across from him and ate your own breakfast. “There's more on the counter. Enough for-” You stopped mid sentence. One second Jesse was in his seat, and the next he was filling his plate once again. You blinked again and he was back in his seat, as if he had never moved. “Never mind.”

You sighed slightly and turned your attention back on your breakfast. Jesse was already halfway done his second plate, bits of egg and steak littered among his beard. “You can be gross sometimes, you know that?” You said, watching him. You knew that he didn't eat last night and that he would have been hungry, but not this hungry. “Where did you go last night?”

“Eh, about two towns over? Not too far.”

“Ran the whole way, did you?”

Jesse simply nodded, his mouth full. “Well, at least you'll have burned some energy. Won't need to go to the dog park now at least.”

“Ha ha. Very funny.” Jesse rolled his eyes, almost finished his second plate already. “You almost done hun? That bath sounds real nice.” As if to make his point, he shook his head, causing multiple sticks and dirt to fall onto the table and floor around him.

“Can you not do that?” You asked in annoyance. “Unless you're planning on cleaning it up?”

“I'll clean it.”

“That's what you said last time, Jesse. You didn't do it.”

“Sorry darlin'.”

You sighed. You quickly finished your breakfast, grabbing both of your plates and setting them in the sink. Jesse wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. You looked over your shoulder at him, raising an eyebrow.

“I'm the luckiest man in the world.” Jesse stated before he leaned in to kiss you once again. “For I have the best boyfriend in the world.”

“You're the luckiest, huh?” You mused, watching him. “I don't think so. I think I'm the luckiest. I have you, after all.” You ran a hand through his hair, two fingers running down his ear. “You and your soft ears.”

Jesse shook his head, much like a dog, grinning at you. “Thanks for putting up with me, y/n.” Jesse murmured, a sudden softness to his voice. “I'm sure it can't be easy for you.”

“You're fine, Jesse.” You replied, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “I love you, and your quirks. There's nothing wrong with you.”

“I'm a werewolf. That's not exactly normal.”

“Doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you.” You placed both of your hands on his shoulders. “I love you, Jesse McCree. Werewolf and all.” You kissed him once again. “You stink. Really badly.”

“Thanks.”

“Let's go take that bath, shall we? Help you get all cleaned up.”

Jesse smiled, carefully taking your hand in his clawed one. “That sounds really nice. We can watch some movies after too, if you want.”

“That sounds great, Jess.”

[soldierkiara]

Gosh :/// im feeling hella sad atm,,, could I get McCree coming home to a crying s/o after being gone for months and how he cheers her up? Tysm~ you’re writing is amazing!

I love you!! sorry this took so long and sorry it’s so short! I tried xD 

Jesse sighed as he kicked off his boots at the door, quietly shutting it behind him. He wanted to surprise you by coming home a couple days early from his mission. He hadn’t told you he was coming yet. He made his way through your shared home, a boquet of your favourite flowers in his arms as well as a box of your favourite chocolate and some wine. “Y/N!” He called as he walked into your bedroom. “I’m Ho-,” He paused as you looked up, your eyes puffy and red from crying. “Whoa there darlin’!” He set the stuff down on the dresser, making his way to you. “What’s with the tears?” 

“Jesse.” You sniffled, wiping your eyes. “No, I wasn’t crying I was just..” you trailed off as he embraced you, his scent enveloping you. “I missed you.” 

“I know darlin’. I’m real sorry I was gone for so long. I didn’t mean to leave ya here by yourself for so many months.” He stroked the hair from your face and planted a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Can ya forgive me?”

You laughed a little, nodding. “Only if you promise to give me three months of cuddles tonight.” 

Jesse grinned, kissing you gently. “Cross my heart and hope to die.” He promised. “But first, we have dinner reservations in an hour and a half for that new place you were tellin’ me about earlier. The one in Numbani. Then I thought maybe after that we could go for a little midnight fly just outside of Numbani? I know you like to look at the stars.”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him. “That sounds really nice. Thank you, Jesse.” 

[soldierkiara]

2 with mccree?

“Got you!” You tackled your boyfriend back onto the bed, both of you laughing as you tumbled around. 

“No far!” He exclaimed, tickling your sides. “I didn’t get any warnin’!” 

You giggled, trying to escape McCree’s grasp as he ruthlessly tickled your sides. “No! No! Stop!” You laughed, going nearly limp in his arms as you tried to avoid his tickles. 

“Say it! Say Uncle!” He laughed, pinning you under him on the bed. 

“Never!” You clung to him like a koala, your added weight dragging him back down onto the bed. “I will never submit to you!” 

The two of you tumbled and rolled on the bed, each of you trying to win dominance over the other. 

McCree finally rolled on his back as you strattled his waist, the smile on his face infectious as your own smile broke out. “Alright, alright,  I give. You win.” He held his hands up defensively before pulling you close and kissing you deeply. “You’re so fine, darlin’. You know that?” 

You laughed and rolled off of him, laying beside him. “Am I?” You mused. “You’re the one saying it, so it must be true.” You looked over at him. “I’m so lucky to have you, cowboy.” You kissed him again before a mischievous look overtook your features. “Round 2?” 

He chuckled, sitting up. “You know it sunshine.”