Tag: hanzo/mccree

Fic: The Gaps Filled in Dreams (Hanzo/Tentacles, Hanzo/McCree, NC17)

emeraldembers:

Title: The Gaps Filled in Dreams

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairings: Hanzo Shimada/Tentacles, Hanzo Shimada/Jesse McCree, Jesse McCree/OCs

Summary:
Originally written as a gift for @cyberratting on Tumblr; Hanzo’s memories of
visiting Innsmouth are vague to non-existent at best, but his recurring
dreams since then suggest there is an unholy and rather tentacle-filled
reason for that.

Warnings: Drugged sex, very dubious consent, some Lovecraftian and some Giger-inspired horror.

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7925353

oh man I still love this so much. it was just SO GOOD

qsnsfw:

He settles for facing away from Hanzo a friendly distance away, a compromise that Hanzo immediately renders moot when he shuffles forward to cuddle up to Jesse’s back. He’s definitely not asleep, either, and maybe it’s an invitation, but –

Jesse leaves it be. He’s not about to turn and wrap the guy up in his arms, not when he’s feeling this affectionate. It’s how mistakes get made, and they’ve got a job to do tomorrow.

I asked my roomie @losebetter to write a mchanzo fic for me and he’s actually doing it!! ;A;;;; I got so excited that I drew this orz

I agree about the Hanzo’s body hair fetish. He can’t help but stare at McCree’s hairy forearms when he’s in his usual get up. But when McCree is in casual wear Hanzo can’t help but stare at the chest hair escaping from his tank, his armpits whenever he raises his arms, or get a peak at that treasure trail as McCree stretches. Best of all, McCree is totally oblivious to this, and is confused when they are having a conversation and Hanzo is bright red. Damn hairy American bodies.

??? ?

Omg????? like… omggggg????

Hanzo watched as McCree’s hand slowly lifted in his sleep, scratching through his tangled brush of a beard, and then lifted to pat at his head, obviously searching for a hat that he hadn’t even donned that day.

When he didn’t find it, his arm went slack, hand sliding up until he could rest it along the upper edge of the couch. Hanzo shifted uncomfortably, hands curling into tight fists, dark eyes staring at the thick bush of dark brown hair that he could now see so very well.

Americans were hairy creatures, and Hanzo supposed McCree must’ve been the worst of all.

It was repulsing.

Especially when he was like this – dressed like a … like a slut, slouched down on the couch until his tanktop rode up in the back, legs spread wide in his sweatpants.

Hanzo could see the fleece of chest hair peeking out the top, and the thick trail running down from his belly button. McCree’s lack of personal grooming habits had been a concern for him as long as he’d only suspected, but now he was positively appalled to see the state this uncivilized man was in.

He only needed to shift a little closer to see the beginnings of his bush, shamelessly peeking out from the low slung pants; dark brown and curly, and a testament to the fact that McCree wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Hanzo scowled and looked away as he had dark thoughts about McCree swaggering around the HQ with his cock freely swinging against the loose fabric of his pants.

What an animal.

Hanzo flinched as McCree snorted in his sleep and scratched his hairy belly with one lazy hand, drifting down and – to Hanzo’s absolute horror – into his pants where he proceeded to fondle himself and drag thick fingers through his pubes. He was rooted to the spot, watching as Jesse sighed and pulled his hand out once more.

It was then that he retreated to his rooms, face feeling hot and an itching sheen of sweat between his shoulder blades. When he jerked off beneath the shower, he definitely did not think about how it’d have been if he rubbed off against McCree’s hairy body and gave him a mess to wake up to in the morning.