i'm only good at barking!!

okay but, is anyone else like me where you got issues with touch? and not when someone touches you (if it’s the right person that is), but where YOU have issues going about touching other people? even in a platonic manner. i don’t feel right touching other people, like it won’t be welcomed even when it would be. i feel uncomfortable doing something as simple as putting my hand on someone’s shoulder…

fic: stop me if you’ve heard this one (2,500 words, mchanzo, NSFW)

wowee, i wrote an overwatch fic! i did this for @queen-schadenfreude, who is like, one of my favorite people ever. she was also kind enough to illustrate the first chapter of this (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) - i link to the art on ao3, but HERE IT IS AGAIN, because it’s seriously the best part of any of this.

anyway, the fic itself is… um, well, q was like “i want to read mchanzo being casual friends with benefits except then they catch feelings,” and i started writing it and i’m still writing it, and it’s still not over yet. i went ahead and predicted three chapters, but y’all, it’s anyone’s guess. here’s the first bit, anyway! most of the sex is alluded to in this chapter but it’ll tip over into being explicit by the next, so i just slapped it under that header. cheers!

tagged: friends with benefits, friends to lovers, jesse mccree: tender-hearted hero will be the death of me

“Mmm. And, here, here is the best part of this, Jesse,” Hanzo slurs, afterwards, about oh-two-hundred by Jesse’s estimation. He’s standing around nude in the en suite, and Hanzo looks downright decadent lounging in the wrecked sheets back on the bed, all dark eyes, dark hair that cuts down over one shoulder like spilled ink. His long fingers shift on the flask propped up next to him, and Jesse swears some part of his tattoo ripples with the movement, too eye-catching to have come from the dim ceiling light. Maybe he’s still a little tipsy, but he can’t pretend he’s never seen Hanzo in action before, either.

Admittedly, the thought of magic makes him instinctively itchy - how’re you meant to fight something like that, how do you prepare? - but the idea of going to bed with someone who could destroy him by wishing does something to his spent cock that he doesn’t feel like acknowledging.

(read on ao3!)