For the NSFW fic starter: Starter (one of these, the one u prefer) : 5/47/52 Kink: 9 + 36 + 59 (if possibile 55 too?) Pairing: mchanzo

mujaween:

Slutty young Hanzo, older Talon McCree, dubcon because of drugs, non-consensual drugging (the drug’s effects are similar to alcohol)

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Sombra had been the one to calling in the assignment. Some spoiled brat she’d been tracking ever since he left the little high security palace he’d been hidden away in. It had taken more than just his normal gang members to bring the dragonling prince in, Deadlock still needed work under his new management. So the Reaper had been set his way, bastard always knew how to get the job done even if it cost a few lives … on either side. In the end Jesse had been left waiting on pick up, alone with the prince.

Shimada Hanzo, 23. An heir to some gang (‘Yukaza’, it’s different, vaquero) that was a big deal over in Japan, and more importantly a big deal to Talon.

Reaper had pumped the brat full of drugs before running off to fetch transport, something Moira had cooked up that was meant to keep him sedated and docile. Well… docile was one word for it.

“Onegai– Please. Please be rough. I want… I want to be used.” The damn kid was on his knees mouthing at McCree like he needed cock to live. Whatever Moira had been making it needed serious work, getting prisoners ungodly horny didn’t seem like her M.O. Hanzo had already gotten his cock out by the time McCree finished the last few drags of his cigarillo, and was already stuffing his mouth when McCree dropped the butt and ground it out under his heel. Checking over the kid’s face he looked drunk, the drugs must have a similar effect to alcohol, keeping the subject relaxed, agreeable, and lowering their inhibitions.

It was always the sheltered ones. They get out from daddy’s thumb, have a few drinks and then they’re tripping over themselves for sex. Hanzo was actually drooling around his cock, inexperienced and eager was a bad combination. Jesse grabbed a fistful of the prince’s long hair and pulled him off, “Now ya’ know I’m supposta be responsible, not some low ranking grunt you can convince ta let ya go with an unimpressive blowjob.”

Hanzo whimpered, an honest to God whimper like he was a fucking puppy. “Please. Please, whatever you want. Just, just use me.”

“Well now you’re making me feel like a real bad guy.” Once McCree loosened his grip on Hanzo’s hair the prince was back to trying to choke himself on his captor’s cock. McCree hoped Gabe decided to take his time returning for extraction.