2/? I just love this idea of young McCree making older Hanzo loose his
composture and it just a perfect set up. After some McCree pinning for
his prof, which could be very subtle or obvious Hanzo calls McCree into
his private office to discuss his last paper and gets bent over his desk
and fucked silly :3c. After that he insists that McCree should take
extra lessons with Hanzo as his personal privite tutor
3/3 and it could stay very porny in nature or there can be actual plot
and RELASHIONSHIP but the essential part is young Jesse domming older
This is so good! Hanzo’s 38 and McCree can be around 27/28, maybe Genji is around Jesse’s age and they hang out sometimes then he’d have lots of chances to see Hanzo outside of class（๑✧∀✧๑） otherwise maybe they end up going to the same gym around the same time (right after Hanzo’s geometry classes)
McCree can be good in class but he can’t turn the charm off outside of it and is constantly flirting, even flirts during office hours because they’re not in class. Hanzo can’t take the teasing anymore and kisses him then they can’t help themselves anymore~ Hanzo get’s bent over his desk (spanked with a ruler a few times) then fucked better than he has in a long time~
AHHH they try to stay as fuck buddies but once private lessons move from Hanzo’s office to his home it starts getting relationshipy with McCree staying the night to make breakfast and going on from there ٩(◦`꒳´◦)۶
Aizawa should train Shinsou
Pairing: Reaper/Zenyatta, Doomfist/Zenyatta, hints of Doomfist/Reaper
Warnings: mild dubcon, valveplay, oral, face sitting, eating out, restraints
Reaper is called to Akande’s office room, but it is not for debriefing. He is to be offered quite a gift.
Warnings: dubcon, valveplay (robovag), oral
Notes: For my strawpoll peeps. thanks for voting guys! ❤
“Why did you do it?”
His array flickers as he shifts. It’s difficult to move without his right arm, but he feels no pain. On the contrary, it seems much has done to ensure his comfort. His clothes, tattered beyond repair, have been replaced by a red and gold dashiki. The room does not feel like a cell, with its cushioned chairs and large bed. There is even a painting on the wall, and a lone, high window where neon light filters in from the skyline.
His array returns to the man questioning him. He is unarmed, dressed casually, comfortable in the small space. Their fight had drawn long, and Zenyatta is in need of maintenance. Fully charged and both limbs intact, he could stand a chance.
But the fight is over, the victor decided.
Akande is patient. He does not so much as twitch while he waits for an answer, exuding the quiet stillness of an omnic. The more Zenyatta spends time with him, the more he realizes how dangerous he is.
With a lesser man, Zenyatta would lie.
He does not lie to Akande.