#bunny McCree

[the-shotce-newsletter]

Quick YeeHan for @sweet-ree ! Pressed for time, sorry I didn’t get to the ‘back panel’ 🤣

[c455idy]

LEAKED S4 COLE CASSIDY SKIN 😍

[hankersores]

[blow_by_ke$ha.mp3]

[renatogpadilla]

THOUGHTS ON CR3E92 IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:

- FIRST EVER CR CROSSOVER EPISODE?!

LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

- Dariax said "This Flute doesn't play itself anymore." Doriax canon offscreen?

- "After all the handjobs, this is what we mean to you?!" Damn... I mean, I'm glad Opal and Cyrus found a way to relieve stress, Gods know they're both stressed, but damn.

- Ending the episode on Opal Twice-Crowned hitting phase 2 of the boss fight was EVIL!

I love it, @quiddie ! I feel like when this gets animated in a decade or so, we'll get this fight and the fight with Otohan Thull overlayed one on top of the other for a Season Finale or something!

- Raven Queen going two for two on Rogues turned Paladin! Which is great, but now I have to replan Morrighan's moveset for that imaginary Critical Role fighting game that only exists in my head (somebody ask me about it please, I NEED to talk about it!) but at least she gets some Smite options out of the Bunny Hop command jump!

- Dariax is a Bard now too! That's honestly so perfect for Matt! And the fact that both Sorcerers and Bards are Charisma Casters makes me feel like the Synergies are gonna be great!

- Oh, Dorian, wonderful blue king... That's a lot of strength that your Dice will never agree to let you use for anything cool. I missed you SO MUCH!

- Speaking of that imaginary CR fighting game, this just solidified Opal as a puppet character. The tag combos with Ted would be WILD! Think Kenshi from MK1!

- Fy'ra Rai... Just... FY'RA RAI! Gods, I've missed Anjali at the table! Her memory with Opal, her tug-of-war with her thoughts about her sister... THE LAVA WHIP! Nothing sexier than Monks! Except a pissed off Wizard or Druid.

- On the other side of the table, I LOVE the moment the girls all collectively remembered they had to break the news to Frida... Oh, that's gonna hurt BAD!

- Anyone else noticed that Ashton is BURNT OUT and laying on the ground after his Titan form wears off, but Fearne just says she's really tired and just KEEPS GOING? Ashton is DONE for now, but Fearne needs to keep moving forward... Fuck, I love these two.

- Orym... Just... Orym. If you take a level in Barbarian after this, I wouldn't blame you.

- Side-Note: This means Dorian DID get Orym's last message before they went to the moon! He just didn't/couldn't answer! Which means, through the static and everything, Dorian COULD hear Orym! And now he's probably gonna get this message once the battle is over... Jesus, if they get to Zephra and Keyleth went to the Lodge next to the lake that's gonna be a problem...

- Side-Note Side-Note: Anyone else hoping to GOD that Allura called the Nein to help? Cause Beau and Caleb were involved, but now it feels like an "All Hands on Deck" situation, and we could use Kingsley's small army of pirates right about now...

- So much happened this episode between the grieving and the flashbacks and the rolling for handjobs that I didn't have time to process the splinter cell of Xhorhasians that split their soul in twain until I woke up... Opal may have forgotten, but maybe Ted hasn't? Though if they're the same person, maybe they both forgot...

- Aabria, the corrupting of the Memories was FOUL, I LOVE IT!!!

- Somebody needs to tell Essek about the soul-splitters. In fact, let's get to that while we deal with Ashton too!

- IF OPAL DIES, AMY CAN COME OVER AS DENI$E! Like, I don't WANT her to die, but Westruun isn't that far... 👀

- I just realized this is the first ever FULL episode of CR without Sam at the table... Fuck, man, when it hurts it hurts. Glad Marisha brought back the fan.

"Forgot the Consonants?" "No Letters." OUCH, MISS RAY, WHAT THE FUCK?!

- Raven Queen Paladins hasting themselves first thing in the fight. Vax is back, and he's a Bunny Girl now!

- I like that the Crownkeepers are a two-way Overwatch reunion (McCree Cassidy and Symmetra) and a three-way Persona 5 reunion (Yusuke, Ann Futaba and Akechi).

- Everything was so fucked this episode that everything with Liliana got knocked to the background for me, THAT'S how good it was!

- The SECOND Evoroa said Ludinos was on Exandria I knew EXACTLY where he would be! Now we HAVE to get the Nein involved, right? Unless the bastard makes the city float again...

I cannot WAIT for the next episode! And if Sam brings a new character when all the groups are together, it would be SPECTACULAR! I'm guessing he's going to play one of the moon races, because that just sounds cool... Either that or Tary!

[xxoolii]

Hello-

Uhm I've been trying to look for an open req the whole day, can I get a Cassidy McCree x male reader fic where the reader is into bondage (rope bunny) and gets caught by his lover..?

little drabble for you ml 🫶🏻

first time writing MxM, but i’ve read so much that i don’t think i’ll have a problem 😭

warnings, bondage, rope bunny, masturbation, getting caught, a bit of helplessness, let me know if i missed anything

(i’m a pink girly all of my post will be pink no matter the character, sorryyyy 🤷‍♀️🫶🏻)

(also haven’t got time for fics atm because exams are soon so please bare with me)

MDNI this is an 18+ page and with good reason, please buzz off

You’re stuck!

reader POV

you didn’t know how you had gotten yourself into this situation. it had been some harmless experimenting on the floor of your shared bedroom. the last bits of the tan rope lay in your hands, as the rest had been used to bound your legs open in quite a vulgar way.

sitting in the floor admiring your work in the mirror that stands infront of you. the rope held you perfectly in place and you were surprised with how quickly you picked it up. moving yourself so you can get the whole view of your art in the mirror, it wasn’t too tight just tight enough for you to feel trapped, helpless. just the thought had a small bead of pre-cum falling from the red tip of your cock.

this experiment had really gotten you worked up. your lover shouldn’t be home for a while so why not have some fun on your own. your hands trace the rope that wraps over your thighs, calfs and hips. slowly making your way to your aching cock.

it was never as fun as when your lover did it but right now you just needed a release before he got home. you wouldn’t want him to see you like this. would you?

your strokes started soft and slow, but gradually sped up as your pleasure began to build. so lost in the moment, in the pleasure that you failed to notice the sound of the front door, failed to notice the sound of your lovers boots on the hard wood floor. only snapped out of your trace by the sound of the bedroom door opening. before you noticed it was too late. your lover stood over you.

“well aren’t i just so lucky?”

he said to you, his tall figure almost looming over you. a small smirk plastered across his face as he take his cowboy hat off and throws it on the bed.

he walks towards you, crouching next to you, he moves his hand towards you, overlapping your hand on your cock with his.

“well look at you darling, you’re stuck”

there was something almost primal in the way he said it, and it sent blood rushing down. this was going to be a long night. guess you won’t be walking in the morning

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let me know how i did!! also struggled a bit because i think blizzard changed his name so i had no idea what to tag the post with 😭😭

[miasmaghoul]

Very random, but I saw your reblog of that poll with the kitten names and it reminded me of the time I almost named two bunnies I'd gotten soup spoon and salad fork... So that if in the future we got another cat/dog we could name them breadsticks and then we'd have soup, salad, and breadsticks

I thought it was a great idea, and still do. I'm not allowed to name things now though...

(they ended up being named Jesse McCree and Dishsoap btw)

THIS IS SUCH A FANTASTIC IDEA

I adore animals with weird-ass names. One of my friends knows a girl who rescued this adorable little runt of a kitten with one eye and named him Summerslam '99:

He is perfect and I love him.

[wellthebardsdead]

Genji: Anijas really getting into the spirit of the season.

Mccree: really?

Genji: mm, he’s even started dressing up in anticipation for Halloween, he can’t decide what he wants to be so he’s trying new themed outfits to see what sticks.

Mccree: you’re joking right-

Hanzo: *walks out in a bunny onesie with his hair up in a matching ribbon*

Genji: wrong holiday Anija.

Hanzo: *pulls the hood on showing the crazy bloody rabbit face* Are we going apple picking yet or what?!

Mccree: c-cute.

[coolbeansph]

More McCreEaster pics, hope everyone is having a great weekend

[yumgenji]

🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰 ❤🐰❤ Bunny Watch ❤🐰❤ 🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰🐰

[nomstellations]

I don't think I've listened to vore audio before,, I'll probably end up looking it up ngl djsndj- 🐰

It’s an acquired thing I feel, some people don’t like hearing tummy noises and the like. I find them really soothing so they work for me! 

[n00dl3gal]

Baking and Entering (McCree x OC Commission)

Another commission for @junko-brewer, again featuring their OC Bunny! I was happy to revisit this pairing for a more action packed story.

Commission info: https://n00dl3gal.tumblr.com/post/188373806787/writing-commissions-open

It was supposed to be a routine heist. Get in, get out, enjoy the payday. Nothing to it. But Ashe had to get greedy, B.O.B. had to be a bit too creaky, and Jesse… 

Jesse had to see the prettiest girl on the planet. 

She had to be around his age, maybe a bit younger, eyes wider than a semi-truck. Her hair was tucked into a messy bun, dirty blonde strands flying in every direction. Her lips were full, crooked at the edges from smiling too much. The kind of girl any man would be honored to bring back home and introduce the parents to. Provided that man wasn’t part of a notorious gang infamous for robbing most of Southwestern and Midwestern America. The kind of girl who’d never go for a guy like Jesse McCree. 

Honestly, that just made her cuter in Jesse’s opinion.

They hadn’t even spoken. He just noticed her crossing the street when he was supposed to be on lookout duty. He got a bit distracted, didn’t notice the guards, who then heard BOB. And it was BOB’s job to keep Ashe from plundering too much from their target. A symphony of errors, or something. Oh well. 

He held his finger over the trigger, eyes glancing back and forth like a metronome. He hadn’t gotten hit, thankfully, but he heard something ricochet off of BOB just a few seconds ago. The guards were still firing, and the last thing Jesse wanted- 

Something grazed past his arm, then his leg, he let out a yelp when they hit his shoulder. 

 -was to get caught in the crossfire. 

He rolled under a bench or table of some sort, using his free hand to find the wound. The bullet hadn’t lodged itself in, thankfully, but it took a chunk of flesh with it when it hit. Jesse pulled the bandana off from around his neck and wrapped it around his shoulder. Not ideal, especially when he was bleeding in multiple places, but he had to attend to the most important wound first. 

He poked his head out and looked around, gun close to his chest. If he spotted someone, he’d shoot. Unless it was another Deadlocke member; he’d made that mistake before and he was certain Ashe wasn’t going to take too kindly to him pulling that same stunt again. But the only person he saw was a larger guy in a white suit. Deadlocke didn’t wear white suits. He was turned away, but Jesse could tell he was the one who shot him. 

If the man was a professional, Jesse would only have one shot before he’d be killed. Time to be clever. He fumbled through his pockets, looking for anything that might prove useful. All he had was a bunched up receipt from dinner the night before. It would have to do. Jesse did an underhand toss, beaning the receipt against a painting. The painting shook and clattered against the wall. As the guard turned around to investigate, Jesse rolled out from underneath his hiding spot. A quick Flashbang to the face and two shots from his gun, and the guard’s suit was rapidly changing red. Jesse placed two of his fingers against the man’s neck. No pulse. He was tempted to take his hat off in respect, but there wasn’t any time. He had to leave before another guard found him. 

Maybe he should stay to make sure Ashe was alright, but then again, she had B.O.B. Jesse was on his own. 

Clutching his shoulder, he sprinted out of the room. With his luck, he was probably leaving a blood trail, but there was no time to patch up. As soon as someone realized the dead guard was… well, dead, more would arrive. Jesse was a good shot only when he wasn’t handicapped. At least his dominant hand had been spared, but the pain was still going to affect him.

He found himself in a foyer, opulent and pristine, except for the broken vases and overturned chairs. The front door was a no-go. He’d have to go out the back. So he backtracked, back through the library and into a kitchen and finally a grand backyard. Damn rich people. 

Jesse took a second to rest in one of the perfectly-manicured bushes. His whole left side was injured. Better than his right side, but still less than ideal. His appearance was going to be a dead giveaway to his affiliations. He needed to find someplace quiet he could lay low in until the fuzz were gone. His mind went back to what Ashe had said before the stakeout. “There’s an apartment complex ‘bout two blocks from here. Nothin’ fancy, and not all of ‘em are inhabited, so head there if things go sour.” 

With his destination in mind, he set off again. 

. . . 

Bunny was prepared for a quiet evening of baking. She had gone to the store earlier that day, buying the few things she didn’t have to try out this new cupcake recipe. Of course, she had scolded herself for her negligence. What kind of self-respecting baker didn’t have a supply of butterscotch chips? 

Nevertheless, she tied an apron around her waist, humming to herself. It was a cool evening, the last breeze of spring ushering in summer, so she left the screen door open. The fresh air would also keep her small menagerie content while she worked. All seemed well, and Bunny set about preheating the oven. 

And then the screen door slid open. 

Bunny nearly screeched, but held her tongue. It was the wind, right? It had to be. Except she turned around and found herself staring at a man in dark clothes and an honest-to-God cowboy hat. They both stared at each other, just for a moment, and Bunny finally let out a scream. 

The stranger had crossed the kitchen in an instant, holding a gloved hand against her mouth. “Shh! Ya tryin’ to get us killed?” he snapped. 

She bit on his hand, hard enough to feel even through the leather of the gloves. He flinched away, yelping like a kicked puppy. “Killed? You just broke into my-” “I know, an’ I’m sorry, miss, but if ya’d let me explain-” “What good reason is there for anybody to be breaking and entering- you’re hurt,” she realized, reaching to touch his shoulder. 

He winced and hissed in pain. “I almost forgot about that.” 

“How do you almost forget about- that’s a gunshot wound, sir, we need to call an ambulance-” Bunny fretted. “Please don’t,” the stranger insisted. “I-I’m on the run from some folks, ya see, an’ I thought yer apartment would be a safe hidin’ place- it’s a long story, but they ain’t good people.” 

A fugitive? Or a victim? Bunny didn’t know. But this handsome stranger- yes, he was quite handsome- was still responsible for ruining her evening. Yet she was never one to deny help to those in need. She sighed. “I-If you know what you’re doing, I m-might be able to help?” she offered weakly, hoping he’d turn her down and decide that proper medical attention was better after all. 

Of course, he smiled like he just sold her the moon. It was an endearing smile, even under the circumstances. “I’d owe ya big time, darlin’,” he drawled, tipping his hat. Bunny flushed. Just who was this man? “My name’s Jesse, and I promise you, if ya do me this favor I will repay you.” 

“Y-you can call me Bunny,” Bunny said shakily, reaching to turn off the oven. “It m-might be better to do this in the bathroom, follow me.” He obliged, clutching his shoulder to prevent it from bleeding onto the floor. At least he was considerate. “Is- do you think the whatever-” “There’s no bullet left, if that’s what yer tryin’ to ask. Ripped right through. An’ I won’t ask you fer stitches, least not in the shoulder,” Jesse answered. “But a couple grazed my ankle and forearm, so if you could patch those up…” 

Bunny nodded, swallowing the bile that rose in her throat. “And what about your shoulder? We can’t just leave it like that, it could get infected. Or there could be blood loss, or-” Did she say we? When did it become we? She barely knew him! 

But Jesse smiled. “Ah, I guess I should get a doc to see that. I’ll walk you through bandagin’ up for now and once the coast is clear, I’ll go to a hospital.” The smile didn’t reach his eyes, and Bunny had a suspicion he was lying, but she also didn’t want to get involved in any sort of crime. (As if she wasn’t already involved, if this man really was a fugitive.) So she nodded and found her first aid kit. 

To his credit, Jesse spoke with experience and gently guided her through the process. She stitched up the shallower wounds and packed gauze into his shoulder after disinfecting it. Not once did he cry out, tell her she was doing poorly, or wince away. He actually tried to make conversation, asking about her apron and why the oven was on. “Bit late to be havin’ dinner, but I ain’t one to judge.” 

“Oh! I was going to bake, actually,” she explained, placing a band-aid over one of the stitches. “I had a new recipe to try out. But I guess I’ll be doing that tomorrow night.” 

“You bake? What’s your specialty?” Jesse asked, moving his leg to make sure the stitches were tight. 

“Cupcakes, although I’ll bake anything,” Bunny told him. “I was going to try out cinnascotch cupcakes- vanilla cupcakes with butterscotch chips, topped with cinnamon icing.” 

Jesse’s stomach growled. “Well, if that ain’t the tastiest sounding snack I’ve ever heard.” 

Bunny laughed. “I would offer you some, but it’s a bit late to start them. I could, however, offer some chocolate chip cookies I made a couple days ago?” Offering strangers cookies? Bunny, what are you doing? 

Said stranger stood, using the toilet as a balance. “If you’re offerin’. I’d hate to make you go to any extra trouble, Miss Bunny. You’ve already done me a great service.” 

“I-it’s not a problem, really!” she insisted, helping him up. “But let’s do it in the kitchen? As wonderful as my bathroom is, it’s not the ideal place for a meal…” 

He nodded, following her back to where he first entered. As he did, he caught sight of a housecat. The cat spotted him in return, let out a loud mewl, and ran in the opposite direction. “I’m guessin’ your pet doesn’t take kindly to newcomers,” he said. “Phil is… skittish, particularly around men,” Bunny said. “Please don’t take it personally. But once he warms up to you, he’s the sweetest companion you could imagine.” 

“Pretty fitting for a woman as sweet as you,” Jesse replied glibly. Bunny stumbled, neck turning red. “I mean no offense, and I’m sorry if I took it a bit far, but few people would be willing to help out a stranger like that.” 

Bunny swallowed. Since when was her kitchen so warm- did she leave the oven on after all? “Especially if said stranger was also guilty of breaking and entering,” she answered slowly. Jesse laughed, and her shoulders eased. At least he had a sense of humor about it. 

“Ha ha, ya got a point! It takes a special kind of-” 

Knock, knock. 

Bunny turned to look at the door. Jesse was already paling, sidling up against a wall. “I ain’t here,” he whispered to her. Bunny glanced between both him and the entrance- another kock- before nodding. 

Two men stood beyond the front door. One was wearing a white suit. The once pristine fabric was speckled with red, and Bunny had a sinking suspicion it wasn’t paint. The other was a police officer. “Good evening, ma’am. We are wondering if you could answer a couple questions.” 

“Is something the matter?” she asked, putting on her most innocent voice. 

The police officer nodded. “The Darby estate not far from here was robbed by a group known as the Deadlock Gang. All of their members are now on the run, and we’re curious to know if you’ve seen any of them.” The man in white bowed his head. “They killed one of my colleagues, another bodyguard for Mister Darby. It would mean a great deal if we could find the killer.” 

Bunny’s throat felt dry. Was Jesse- he was injured, and clearly not above breaking the law, and on the run- but. But. She couldn’t just turn him in. There was no proof that he was the murderer, anyway, or even involved. “I’m terribly sorry about your friend,” she said slowly, “but I’m afraid I’ve been in my apartment baking all evening.” 

The police officer’s eyes trailed down to her apron. Her gaze followed, and she was horrified to see blood smeared on it. But she kept from crying out. “Seems as though you’ve had an accident.” She smiled at them, batting her eyelashes. “Oh, I’m a wee bit clumsy, is all…” Neither looked entirely convinced. She couldn’t blame them. She had no fresh wounds, no signs of an injury. “Hmm… mind if we have a look around?” the guard asked. 

“Don’t you need a warrant to do that?” she asked, twisting a strand around her finger.

The cop studied her but eventually nodded again. “Yes. We’re sorry to bother you, ma’am… if you hear or see anything, however, please call the police.” “Will do! Take care! Have a wonderful evening!” she said quickly, waiting until they had walked down the hall before shutting the door. She turned on her heel and stomped towards Jesse. “Do you mind kindly explaining why the people you are hiding from are the police?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly. “It’s a bit of a doozy, but I’ll give you the quick version…” 

And he did. He explained the Deadlock Gang, the reasons for robbing the Darby estate, and why the heist went sour in the first place. “Truth is,” he said bashfully, “I saw a woman walkin’ home and the sight just about knocked me out. Wouldn’t say it’s the whole reason the operation went sour, but it certainly didn’t help.” He took his hat off. “That was you, ma’am. I had no idea this was your apartment. But please, don’t feel guilty. My own fault for gettin’ so swept up in your beauty.” 

Bunny lowered herself into the kitchen chair. “You… I’m holding a fugitive. This is all-all a lot to digest. But… somehow, I believe all of it. And you’re sure that woman was me?” She pointed to herself in disbelief. Jesse nodded. She exhaled quickly, leaning back. She was no stranger to compliments, but they were usually about her cooking. To hear her own appearance described like that- to hear that she was disarming enough to bring a carefully laid plan to ruins… it was an odd rush she got. A happy one, a flattering one, but an odd one nonetheless. “Holy crap… Jesse?” Bunny looked at him with sad eyes. 

He sighed through his nose. “I know. I should go. And I promise to go to a hospital.” 

Bunny nodded, but gnawed at her lower lip. “Or-or your gang’s medic, or- whatever. But… but I want you to make me another promise.” She stood and walked across the kitchen to a drawer, rummaging through it for a moment. She found something and hunched over it, returning to Jesse with a scrap of paper. “Promise me that next time you’re in the area, you’ll give me a call… or a visit.” 

He took the paper with a shaky hand. “You’re positive?” 

Bunny smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “As long as you use the front door next time… yes.” 

(It was a promise he kept. Even throughout Blackwatch, his time guarding Dr. Liao and Echo, even his time on the run from his bounty. His visits were regular, and eventually became a bit more friendly… but that’s another story.)

[tofutastic]

A few more commissions I made recently!

[lovedbun]

[mercurytail]

@mujaween :3 It has begun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[pwurrz]

my url was gnccassidy for three seconds before i decided gncmccree was my brand and it’s too late to change it now

[spottedmouse2018]

Gift for @bun-bun-hanzo Hope you feel better