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“Be Gentle With His Heart” I’m crying, that’s so beautiful and amazing; thank you for sharing it because I would have never found it. God, the whole metaphor about a leaky faucet is nothing I’ve hear before but easily the greatest and most original. My god, that was so beautiful. The smut was just enough, the plot was amazing, and the story flowed like water. It was amazing. Thank you.

I didn’t write it, though! quick, hop over to the fic again and copy paste your comment there to let the author know!!

despite how much of a slut young hanzo wants to be, he gets a bit flighty when faced down with a fat, thick cock. mccree sometimes as to place a firm hand on his chest or back because hanzo will squirm and try to get away from the stretch. all he needs a firm hand and a soft voice in his ear telling him to sit still snd he melts away. lets himself get spread on that dick til he feels like he’s gonna gag on it.

this is so beautiful tbh… I like it very very much

y’know, on the one hand Gan being a big sexy beast that’s the most domineering asshole is really nice because when someone as big as him takes control it’s so damn good. One the other hand I also like to think Gerudo’s are like hyenas in the way that a male showing his cock is a form of submission so it’s actually a little hard to get in his pants, but when you do he’ll lay back and offer up his cock and balls to be pet or smacked like a sweet boy

fffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccckkkkkkkkk

I love this very very very much.

I also like the thought that he’s super domineering outside of his homeland, and especially towards other males (after all, he never got much into contact with them growing up). but for women he’s super docile and submissive and absolutely would show them his pretty, thick cock to do with as they please.

“No need to be so shy, it’s just you and me.” Omega Roadhog and The OW guys

“No need to be so shy. It’s just you and me.”

The Omega’s dark eyes flick past LĂșcio, towards the other Alphas waiting just behind; watching. Eager.

The young Alpha smirks; a little self-deprecating. “Just you, me, and them,” he corrects, hands slowly stroking down Roadhog’s back.

The Omega doesn’t look close to relaxing any time soon. To the contrary: he is shivering, whole body in motion. He presents, but looks loath to do so. His chipped fingernails are clawing at the floor, his sides heaving with every deep, shuddering breath he takes.

It takes LĂșcio a little too long to understand that he is, for all intents and purposes, deathly afraid. The realization throws him for a loop: Roadhog doesn’t seem like he would be afraid of anybody; let alone a few Alphas whose heads he could crush easily between his meaty fists.

Then again, he is an Omega in heat; one that they had found nesting on some old rags in a dusty corner; grunting low and almost sub-vocal as he stuffed himself with a toy LĂșcio doesn’t even want to know where he got that from. 

There’s some real, animal pain in his dark, small eyes and it makes him croon at the huge Omega; makes him want to squirrel him away and take care of him.

“No need to be afraid,” he whispers, hands gentle as he pets him down. Feels how his skin is clammy with sweat. The others come closer slowly, their scents spicy and thick, and Roadhog inhales deeply, the sides of his huge belly expanding mightily before all of a sudden he lets the air whoosh out of him. He becomes almost docile, then; lifts his wide hips, offering himself up for the gaggle of Alphas that rumble low and appreciatively.

Reinhardt pets up his back; large hand settling at his neck. Holding him down as one would a skittish Omega during their first heat, even though Roadhog doesn’t look like he’s going to move away any time soon.

Still, it seems to help a little; feeds the reluctant submission with a bit of cautious relaxation.

The Omega has stopped clawing at the floor for the moment. He has drug a ratty blanket towards himself and presses his face into it. Seeking solace in his own heat scent as LĂșcio leans down and presses warm kisses against the small of his back.

He wonders, as he lets his fingers tickle at the swollen, hot gape of Roadhog’s opening, what other Alphas he has experienced in his life.

Then again, he doesn’t think he wants to know, actually.