*bangs fist on table* Subby Gabriel is the shit and he should be taken care of and deep dicked and milked dry (tits and prostate). If you write something with sub Gabe I will prolly die of happiness, and even though I fear death I also crave it ლ ( ¤ 益 ¤ ) ლ

subby Gabriel will always and forever be super bratty. He’s embarrassed about everything but also craves it so so so so much. (also, Reaper is also a bratty sub but not because he’s embarrassed about needing it; to the contrary he’s super cock hungry and will aggressively hunt for dick)

it’s.. v good. v v good.

prosthetics porn with hanzo too tho 👌 kidnapped by talon, tied up and totally helpless without his legs, ready to be tortured and ridiculed… but instead, akande gives him that sweet lovin’ 😥 kisses all over his stumps, telling him how pretty his body is, and hanzo can’t help but melt a little..

both are so so good Q.Q

Hanzo getting humiliated and ridiculed is always wank material tbh. Not ridicule/humiliation because he doesn’t have legs but because they’ll make him crawl over the floor or some shit. Give him his rations in a dog bowl because they’re horrible :’ )

but I also like the thought of Akande (who has this super sophisticated arm, lets not forget that) cradling Hanzo’s sore stumps in his big hands and massaging them and purring sweet things at him in that frankly ridiculously sexy accented voice.

for someone who loves hurt/comfort revolving around the guys’ prosthetics I’m surprised that I’ve never written anything about it, really.

Like.. I just had this epiphany of Jesse fucking without his arm prosthetic and it weirded me out that I never thought about taking it away from him.

IMAGINE: McCree nursing from Gabriel. What do you think about this. Validate me please.

we’ve had that scenario a few times already D:  tho I don’t think I have tagged it anything special so it might be impossible to find again X.X

I like it though. It’s def tasty; but in general I like my Jesse to be a big beefy dominant guy. I need to be in the mood for him to be subby. Same with Gabriel; I like him as the bottom a lot but I need to be in a special mood to see him as nurturing and sweet for some milky action

“You are awfully cocky for a man trussed naked to a chair, surrounded by guns.”

Hanzo watches McCree with a clinical kind of interest. The man does not look too concerned, even with his big thighs spread and his junk put on display. Maybe it is because he doesn’t have to be ashamed of what he’s showing – or maybe it is because he hasn’t cared about anything for a long while.

Hanzo surmises it is both, though it itches him to make him care.

McCree is slumped a bit, throwing him an infuriating, lazy grin until one of Hanzo’s men knocks his gun roughly against his temple and barks at him to show some respect.

He does pull himself up into more of a sitting position, but it looks like he has to force himself every centimeter of the way.

“What can I say,” he murmurs. “I’m just that easy going I guess. Good show dog, one might say. Don’t bite too awfully fast. Y’ can play with me a while before I get antsy.”

He grins at Hanzo, and Hanzo almost flushes at the insolence. Instead he clicks with his tongue and comes closer – watches how McCree’s dark eyes flick over him. Greedy. Hungry.

Hanzo smirks and plays with his cuffs as if they were not perfectly immaculate.

“Funny you would say that,” he purrs back, now. “I fully do intent to play.”

He lifts his leg then, places his foot on the edge between McCree’s massive thighs. They jump a bit. He can see how the up-and-down of his hairy chest picks up just a tad. He’s getting nervous even though his face remains the same, grin in place.

Eyes flicking from the expensive leather shoe up to Hanzo’s face. He tries to figure out what will happen, but Hanzo doesn’t give him enough time before he shifts minimally – and then he has the large sac squeezed between the sole of his shoe and the hard chair.

McCree hasn’t been expecting it. He pulls in a sharp breath before he can school himself into indifference. Hanzo sees his pupils dilate sharp, a little muscle twitching at the corner of his mouth when Hanzo puts more pressure on his balls.

Oh, how quickly the smarmy grin can be wiped off of McCree’s face – and all it takes is a mean shoe against his tender sac.