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not really related to any overwatch ship or anything but i totally share your love for balls. there aren’t too many positions where the receiving end of the D gets a good view of the balls, so i always thought it’d be hot to put a mirror behind someone while they fuck so you could see the way their balls slap against the other person’s ass, and how they twitch when they cum inside~

hnnghghghg fuuuck you’re right that would be tasty as hell. 

the bottom totes obsessed with balls and always making the other fuck him in front of mirrors so he can watch.

OR HE TAPES THE WHOLE THING AND JERKS OFF TO IT AFTERWARDS

so once reaper begrudgingly kneels for dom!lucio.. what’s the next step? reaper is such a brat about it but… maybe he starts to unexpectedly crave the gentle treatment from lucio? like lucio asks gabe to let lucio give him a massage and he grumbles but submits… doesn’t even realize how much he’s enjoying lucio’s hands all over him, handling his balls so gently and squeezing those thick thighs, a firm hand on gabe’s neck every time he starts to complain or fidget.

fffffuuuck I want to write something for this but I need to go and do shit and then I need to buckle down and get to work on that commission I’ve had… *claws at the post* 

I… want….

Maybe sub McCree and Hanzo gett into a fight, get caught by gentle dom Lúcio who then just stares… and then sighs dejectedly, telling them he’s disappointed and wants to be alone in his studio. They’re so distressed, they try calling him from the outside, but he’s got his headphones on and isn’t listening. They end up sitting by the door curled up together, just trying to comfort each other until Lúcio’s ready to forgive them. They don’t know he was waiting for them to get along (manipulative)

see, I love and hate this this prompt. Like I really like the thought of McCree and Hanzo not getting along well all the time (because obviously. They’re just people) and then being v distressed when Lúcio is shaking his head at them and just lets them stew in it for a while.

buuuut I really don’t think Lúcio would go for tactics where he gets them actually distressed by denying them contact.

I think he’s more the type to let them in but ignore them for half a day or so because that’s what they all consensually agreed on and it still guts them when they put their heads on his knees and he doesn’t reach down to pet them and simply keeps working.

(Because today seems to be sub!Gabriel day) Imagine McCree relaxing on the couch, reading, watching TV, etc., while he used Reyes as a foot rest. The older man occasionally feels spurs digging into his side when Jesse’s feet shift, struggling to keep his back flat, so not the spill the bottle of beer resting on it. McCree eventually makes his exit by putting out his cigar on Gabriel’s back and just leaving him there, getting no more attention than an actual piece of furniture would.

yeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEESSSS

just leaves him there for the next person to use

and Gabriel is hating it because he always wants to be in the middle of the fray (fucking attention whore) but that makes it also paradoxically better

when nobody is there he frantically jerks off and sobs into the crook of his arm while doing it

omfg gentle dom lucio/angry sub reaper HEALING SEX PLS because reaper needs LOTS OF GENTLE LOVING DEEP DICKING to convince him he deserves nice things

BUT! Lúcio takes a long friggin’ time to work up to the penetration part even without his partner having baggage; and Gabriel won’t say a word about other partners (probably because he doesn’t even realize it’s been abusive), but it’s really not hard to figure it out, right? Lúcio is a really clever boy and Gabriel is a moody edgelord.

So yes. Just imagine that first time…

“Will you kneel for me?”

The lethargy after the warm, sudsy bath drains from Gabriel’s limbs somewhat and he narrows his eyes. He stares at Lúcio and takes in how he is still clothed in ridiculous bermuda shorts with frogs on them and a tank top. 

It reminds him of his own naked vulnerability – not that he minds too much. He has a gorgeous body and knows it. He sniffs and turns his head sideways; watches the kid out of the corner of his eyes.

“Why?”

Lúcio blinks where he sat down on the edge of his bed. “Because I asked you to?”

“What do you want?”

“For you to kneel. Here, I got a cushion for you.”

Gabriel grinds his teeth. He is still a little wet from the bath and his body is starting to loose the fuzzy warmth that the water had pushed into him. He is getting annoyed with the kid again. 

Lúcio actually produces a cushion; big and green and in the shape of a smiling frog. Gabriel wants to tear it open because it is looking cute and there isn’t supposed to be anything cute about this.

“Kneel for me?” Lúcio says again, nudging the cushion with his foot a little. He looks nervous now, like he’s unsure what’s happening, and it makes Gabriel even more unhappy. He doesn’t want his Dom to be unsure and shy. He needs him to take charge. To push him around. To step on hi-

He blinks, startled by his own thoughts, and rolls his shoulders to mask it. He sniffs again, derisively, then makes his way over and throws himself down on his knees in ill-grace.

He is petulant –

– because this kid is not what he was looking for.

– because the bath had actually been nice; Lúcio’s sudsy hands rubbing his muscles and exploring his body.

– because the last vestiges of the comfortable fuzz that had filled his head were slipping away and it made him cranky.

– because he wanted to be made to submit, cause he was too bad at it to do it himself, and this fucking boy couldn’t do it.

He drapes himself across one of Lúcio’s thighs and makes sure to put his weight into it. He feels a little better when Lúcio grunts as a result.

“Good boy. Thank you.”

Gabriel jerks and turns his head a little; scrutinizes the kid out of the corner of his eyes and curls a little tighter into himself because his belly feels warm and tingly and that is fucking stupid.

“You’re an idiot,” he murmurs. Lúcio puts a hand onto the nape of his neck and squeezes.

“And you’re a good boy, dude. Kneeling for me like that. Just look at you.”

Gabriel nearly whimpers and he hates it.