I had written something quite similar for the last Fun on the Farm comp but with McHanzo + Lucio 🙂
Author: cyberratting
Here we go! hinoart(.)tumblr(.)com/post/174312568127/cough-thank-or-blame-awkwardgarbo-ok-bye
aah yeah I seen that one! thanks tho ❤ Hino always got good thicc bois but I’m def more into Gabriel than I am into sunnyboy Jack haha
Do I just copy paste? Cuz I tried modifying it and it didn’t send :S
you can put brackets around the . in the url… it should work then; or send it to me via messenger
Hey Cyber did you ever get my link to some young farmer Jack art? Idk if links aren’t getting thru :’)
no :O never did
please resend!!
I should be writing fic but now I’m watching Lonely Island vids
fuck

Can’t you see there’s so much here to feel?
Deep inside in your heart you know I’m real
Can’t you see that this is really higher, higher, higher, higher?
Headcanon, McCree has totally cummed in his jeans a few times after Hanzo teased him too much while in public or training, and its always too big of a mess to hide from the archer
he probably did, lbr :’ )
Hanzo is fully aware of the way McCree stares at him when he eats. The cowboy may have been blackops, but he has a horrible pokerface. But it’s cute, the way McCrees eyes follow his chopsticks to his mouth, bulge when Hanzo swallows, so he decides to entertain him. He starts eating his usual meals slower. He begins to act up, relishing in the flavors. Then he moves to more suggestive foods – soba noodles, agedashi tofu. Things he has to slurp, make noise to eat. 1/
He starts to look forward to meal times more, the exhibitionist in him thrilled at the notion that just a few metres away, McCree is awkwardly concealing his cock while Hanzo noisily slurps at his udon. He wants to see how far he can take this. He eats natto, making a show of tonguing the stringy mess off his chopsticks. He eats spaghetti that Tracer makes for them, wiping marinara sauce off his lips with his fingers. /2
He eats cake, layered in so much cream frosting that it gets in his nose, in his beard, and he makes direct eyecontact with the cowboy when he pushes it into his mouth, muffling a gratuitous groan into the dessert. He hears McCree choke a flustered gasp, before shoving himself loudly away from the table and excusing himself, awkwardly tugging his jeans that tells Hanzo all that he needs to know. He sits back in his chair, smugly dabbing his lips with a napkin. Mealtimes have never been so fun.
oh my goooooooooooooooooooooooooddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd
yaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssssssssssss
this is
EXACTLY
what I was talking about
fuck












