Author: cyberratting

What if Reyes was the one to teach McCree how to be so laid back? Reyes was compassionate enough to soothe the kid into spreading his legs, and mean enough to keep them spread. It wasn’t long before Jesse just started going along with whatever people wanted, slowly transforming from anxious to lazy.

hmmmm yesss. the more often he fucks, the surer he becomes about it, of course :3c def helps that Jesse just naturally has a v calm disposition

Reaper: I taught you all that you know

Jesse: >:3c

Hancio headcanons????

hmmmmm not many tbh… it’s also a very difficult ship. They look hot/cute together, but I can’t think of a real touching point just off the top of my head. I think Lúcio would be the more easy going of the two of them obviously; constantly tries new stuff in bed. Probably needs to coax Hanzo along but gets him to loosen up soon enough

I really like the idea of McCree letting people do whatever they want to him, in public or not. It doesn’t matter if its Hanzo drooling over his cock, or Hana slipping curious fingers in his ass. He’s down for anything at anytime. Its a mystery why he wears clothes at all inside the base. (While writing this I had an extra thought. Hana wants to learn proper pegging technique, so Ana shows her. With McCree being the test subject)

I know, right? He’s just so jovial about everything :’ ) just lets them do whatever. he likes it either way. he’s used to others being hot for his thicc bod

How about some shy virgin zenyatta that’s determined to keep his vows as a monk no matter how many handsome men try to sway him with their sexy words and promises

afearfulbride:

ohhhh this is fucking delicious, anon. you know what’s good around here!! he’s not quite a shy virgin but…….

relationship(s): hanyatta, mcyatta, zen76
warnings: virginity/ chastity fetishisation, object insertion (anal beads), mild coercion, dirty talk, hotdogging/ grinding, age differences, human!zenyatta

“You have a beautiful heart,” Mondatta told him once, “but I fear it will lead you astray.”

At the time Zenyatta had laughed; the fox he had hidden away in his robes, after all, had done him little harm, and in the end it was worth the scratches and nips to mend its broken leg. But Mondatta held firm.

“Brother,” he soothed; he framed Mondatta’s face in his hands and fixed those tired eyes with his own, suddenly earnest. “You have nothing to fear. I am no wilting flower.”

“But you are curious,” Mondatta sighed, as if all the troubles of the world had suddenly been placed at his feet to be solved. “All I ask is that you are careful.” Then, after a beat: “I mean it, Zenyatta. There will be a time when you are asked for more than your kindness.”

In all, it was Mondatta at his truest: serious, heartfelt, and completely and utterly correct.

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