Category: Allgemein

I love the combo of big, soft, hairy McCree and needy, touch-starved Hanzo, I like the thought of McCree being used as Hanzo’s own personal teddy bear when he’s stressed out because Jesse’s just so warm and comfy and affectionate that everything is instantly better when they cuddle and/or snugglefuck, nobody’s better for it than Jesse

oh… my god… snugglefuck is such a good word though? ffff

“Jesse…” Hanzo’s voice is strained, lilting up and whiny sounding as he mindlessly reaches back, trying to grab a hold of McCree’s sturdy hips.

Jesse hums, lets him flail and squirm ineffectually – there isn’t anywhere much that Hanzo can go when McCree is making him bear his full weight, chest pressed against the archer’s shoulder blades and face snuggled into the loose, wild hair at the back of his head.

“‘m right here,” he murmurs and grabs the blanket when it threatens to slide off, pulling it back up and over their shoulders to keep their space swelteringly hot with their body heat.

“Clench your thighs some more, hm?”

Hanzo makes a long, wordless sound, face pressed into the pillows, blunt nails scratching the fat at McCree’s hips as he digs his fingers in deeper and does as he’s told; tightening the slick, hot space around McCree’s lazy cock.

Jesse sighs, breath ruffling the fine hairs of Hanzo’s beard. He doesn’t quite move on his own – mostly uses the gentle bounce of the mattress to fuck Hanzo’s thighs, but from the sounds of it, it seems to be more than enough for the archer.

He is trying to squirm, but only to feel the grounding weight of Jesse pressing down on him, restricting not only his movement but also his breathing to some degree.

It doesn’t take long until his motions become slow and sluggish; a little drowsy and out of it as he turns his head and nuzzles against the scruffy side of McCree’s face.

Hanzo always needs a bit of a fight; a bit of being wrestled into it until he can let go and let himself enjoy the quiet intimacy, but Jesse doesn’t mind. It’s enough to roll on top of the archer most of the time, and it never takes long until he has a sleepy kitten beneath him.

Fffffuck all this McCree talk is pure gold omg. He’s just such a thick, lazy, honey-voiced hunk of a man, I love it! I bet so many people would just gravitate to him, even without that huge cock and gorgeous balls hanging out. He’s just so perfect to snuggle up to, with his arms slung over the back of the couch and his hairy armpits on display just like the rest of him. – Bun

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doesn’t mind if someone wants to bury their face in his pits and just sniff :’ ) in fact, he probs encourages it

Okay but imagine that McCree keeps his bedroom door open at night. He was on the run for so many years after Overwatch, he invites anyone on-base who wants some cuddles (sexual or nonsexual) to come curl up with him. He sleeps in the nude of course, it’s easier to just let his balls hang free and underwear chokes his cock.

DVa comes to cuddle on nights where her streams end early. She’s so used to having people there to give her verbal affection, she loves that she can curl up with McCree and be wrapped up in his warmth, the heat of his cock and balls against her back.

Genji never used to cuddle when he was in Blackwatch. But since recall, he slips into McCree’s room some nights when he’s overwhelmed with loneliness and is surprised how easily McCree wraps his big hot body around Genji’s cybernetics. He also loves the familiar feel of a man’s length against his belly, the thick musk of sweat and cigars. It’s one of the only times he sleeps peacefully…

More than once, McCree is called in to take Angela out of the medbay when she’s in the midst of a 40 hour shift. He picks the good doctor up and throws her over his shoulder, carries her to his bed and she falls asleep tucked up against that warm body.

Soldier, missing Gabriel so deeply, hasn’t slept well since Zurich. He can still remember his lover’s heat, the cadence of his heartbeat. He refuses to go to Jesse’s room, he still sees Jesse as the kid that Gabriel dragged home like a new puppy. But Soldier falls asleep on the couch some nights, his back to the TV, twitching from his nightmares. Jesse slips up behind the man, wraps himself around Soldier’s body and warms up the man’s broken heart, even if only for a moment.

Hanzo was a tough sell. But after a few months the archer got a little too drunk one night, stumbled into McCree’s room and threw himself at the man. He didn’t want sex, but he contented himself with burying his face in McCree’s balls and pubes, repressed for so many years from his desires. He just loves the scent of man. He falls asleep draped over Jesse’s chest, and stays the next morning to nurse the hangover.

Jesse found himself scared for his life one morning. He woke to a familiar, though dark, figure curled up against his side. Reaper didn’t need to sleep, but his body always felt cold. He missed the warmth of Jack’s body, but knew the man would never accept him back. Somewhere along the line he’d heard about Jesse’s open door policy, came without his weapons or his claws, and lay there until late in the morning when he faded into smoke and slithered out of the base.

And sometimes, Jesse wakes up with several bodies against his own. He doesn’t mind, though…he might have to ask Winston for a bigger bed…

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I love all these additions very much.