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My rebellious wifey @robotfvckers donated me a few coffees for Zenyatta with therapy service top McGoo Q.Q too kind too generous. too rebellious  ò.ó

Zenyatta lifts and lowers with the slow, inexorable motion of McCree’s broad chest. He listens to his snoring whenever he inhales; a drawn-out, deep rattle that vibrates through him and makes him feel like he is lying on top of a tiger, or lion – a big, warm cat that has rolled onto its back for him without a hitch. Submitting to the smaller prey.

He starts squirming, slips his smooth thigh up McCree’s body until his hips are shifting against him. He doesn’t want to disturb McCree’s sleep, but he is not down enough to follow, either. In front of Genji it is easier to pretend like Mondatta’s death hasn’t cut him as deeply, but in the night he feels… young and vulnerable. Not as in-control and assured as he usually projects.

There’s a small catch in McCree’s snoring, then he smacks his lips, his mechanical hand slipping from the small of Zenyatta’s back onto his behind, squeezing the supple skin.

“No’ sleep yet?” he rumbles, voice so deep, Zenyatta’s cock flexes, rubbing wet against the broad hip. McCree hasn’t opened his eyes, doesn’t even seem fully awake. He moves on autopilot, easily tugging Zenyatta’s negligible weight until he has the monk seated on top.

“Jus’ secon’“ he slurs, fumbling between them. He is sleep warm, his chest hair coarse and ample beneath Zenyatta’s fingers. He almost wants to be ashamed at his own neediness; wants to apologize – but McCree doesn’t seem put out at all.

He sleepily lifts his dick, the blunt tip pressing against Zenyatta’s still-wet hole – and clumsily tugs at the back of his neck until Zenyatta leans down for some slow, warm, lazy kisses that fill him with prickling, tingling warmth and distract him from the slow, wet slide of McCree’s cock into him.

There’s nothing that could distract him from the stretch and fill for long, though. Not when he can feel McCree’s cock, big and warm, the tip pressing against his belly from the inside, just beneath his belly button.

“There you go.” McCree is barely intelligible. He is pressing warm, wet kisses against Zenyatta’s mouth and his chin and jaw. Everywhere he can reach, and Zenyatta is turning into it like a cat.

He wants to move, but McCree’s big hands are holding his hips still so he can work his cock through Zenyatta’s clenching channel. Slow, sleepy rocking motions as Zenyatta pants warm and moist against his face, breath hitching when the blunt tip presses against his insides especially deep.

He knows if he reaches down he will be able to feel McCree in his belly, but he can’t make himself move. It is nice to be pampered; to have nothing to worry about as McCree croons half-asleep and uses the mess he left in him a few hours ago to easily fuck him once more.

His chest is warm and massive beneath his fingers and when McCree folds his arms around his shoulders, Zenyatta carefully folds his own arms against his chest and lets himself lie down on top of him to get fucked to sleep.

He never knows whether he or McCree ever came, but he does know that he hasn’t slept as deep and peaceful in a long while.

The real question is… are you going to continue that human Winston/slutty Zenyatta?

Anonymous said: “

Omg please carry on with the Human Winston stuff!!!

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Anonymous said: “

That Winston fic has me FUCKED UP. He’s so shy 99% of the time, unable to admit that he’s caught most of the base staring at his bulge at one time or another, but if you push his buttons just right, he’ll wreck you.

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Y’all are killing me T.T hnngh

but please… Winston is a gentleman. He’d be super nervous and concerned while wrecking shit.

Winston stumbles as Zenyatta urges him backwards, almost grateful when he finally has to sit down on his bed, heat curling through him as his mattress protests loud at his sudden weight.

Zenyatta doesn’t seem to mind. He is still between his knees and rubbing his flushed, sticky face against Winston’s plump, firm stomach like a kitten.

“Please,” he murmurs, glancing up at Winston with dark, needy eyes. 

“I… ah-ah… I mean.. uh…” he is casting a nervous glance around his room, looking anywhere but at the monk who is pushing beneath his belly again and kissing with sticky, pouting lips at the flushed tip of his cock. 

He can’t believe that he is still hard even after he’s already come so hard – and upsettingly quick – but Zenyatta doesn’t seem put off by the fact.

“So big, still,” Zenyatta purrs. He can’t see too much what with his stomach in the way and his glasses deposited… somewhere, but he can make out the monk’s docile eyes; closed reverently as he slurps, and Winston presses one big palm across his mouth to stifle his low groan.

“Please,” the monk says again, and he sounds so collected. So calm. Winston’s bushy dark brows are pulled together, staring down in shock. “Use my mouth.”

Winston can feel his cock jerk at the words; flexing once and surging up against his belly once more as it slips out of Zenyatta’s surprised grasp.

Zenyatta chuckles; a gentle, indulgent sound before he opens his mouth wide for Winston’s viewing pleasure – showing him the red slip of his pretty, slick tongue – then dips down and swallows down his cock once more, one hand fumbling to curl fingers around Winston’s thick wrist and pull his hand towards the carefully shorn back of his head.

Winston clenches his eyes shut, breathing through clenched teeth as for the second time that day he feels Zenyatta’s throat open up for him laughably easy to let his swollen tip slip down as far as he can go.

He can feel the contractions of the warm throat around him; hear Zenyatta’s soft, wet gagging as he holds the position for a second before pulling back and taking a deep gulp of air.

“Please,” he says with a sweet voice, placing wet kisses over the lower curve of Winston’s hairy belly “Use me.”

Winston doesn’t know if there is someone who could refuse this monk a request.

His hand is big enough to gently cradle the back of Zenyatta’s head, holding him secure as he pulls him towards him carefully, nervous to hurt him as he guides his fat cock back down that tender little place, making it spread around him.

When Zenyatta gags again, he wants to pull away, breath hitching in his chest, an apology already on his tongue – but Zenyatta’s hand is there, clutching at him, making him hold him down.

“Oh dear,” Winston whispers, a little mantra that he forces out as his eyes are clenched shut. “Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…”

He almost reluctantly follows suit; balls feeling heavy and full as he pulls Zenyatta down on his cock, listening to him gag and choke only for scant fractions of seconds before he hastily lets him come up for air; until, that is, he becomes more needy-

Until his body is on fire as he listens to Zenyatta’s broken, pathetic little moans; the monk so obviously into getting used and throat fucked by a ruddy cock that should be too big to fit anywhere inside his orifices.

He uses Zenyatta like a fleshlight; fucks him down onto his dick, making him suffocate in the thicket of pubes as his cock stoppers up his windpipe.

He feels like he hasn’t come at all yet; like he still has enough cum to make Zenyatta’s belly bloat with it, and from the needy, wet suckling between his thighs, and Zenyatta’s delirious, sloppy moans, he feels like the monk is hoping for just that.

Winston bites his bottom lip, glutes tensing and belly hitching – and then he comes, holding Zenyatta down without thinking about it; making him drink his cum, have it pump down his throat and into his belly without detours, body hot and tingly and electric feeling.

He feels almost corrupted by the monk.

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Winston is just about to step into his shower when the epiphany comes to him; the solution about how to improve the launchers on his armor that liked to sputter to a halt every now and then.

He immediately turns away from the stall, haphazardly grabbing his glasses on his way out, mind already running through the calculations.

It should be working if he hadn’t made a mistake…. there definitely was a possibility that…

“Oh, Winston, I-”

He cries out in surprise, flinching back against the doorframe of his bathroom. He fumbles with his glasses, trying to put them back onto his nose, though the motion is just ingrained at this point – he already knows who has wandered into his room; Zenyatta’s voice was easy to recognize.

“Z-Zenyatta,” he stutters, glasses a little crooked on his nose as he missed one ear, staring at the monk who is looking him up and down in interest, an enigmatic smile on his face. “What are you doing in here?”

A gentle breeze slipping through between his thighs and tickling the heavy sway of his cock and balls, brings an immediate, embarrassed heat into his cheeks. Quickly he pulls back, big hands coming forward to shield himself before the monk’s dark, docile eyes that look at him so very unabashedly.

“I merely wanted to give you a little present for your help with my orbs the other day, but…”

Winston can now see the large jar of peanut butter in Zenyatta’s slim hands, face contorting at the unfortunate wording of the thin monk. He shuffles backwards, trying to find the door to his bathroom again which should be right behind him, but for some reason his ass is only hitting the cold wall.

“…I think I can do a little better than that,” Zenyatta concludes with a sunny smile, sitting the sticky treat down on Winston’s table, strewn with folders and old fashioned books.

Helplessly, Winston watches him, heart thundering in his chest as Zenyatta comes closer with a spring in his step and an expression that looks so thoroughly satisfied with life that Winston wonders whether he actually slipped in his bathroom and slammed his head on the ground. Maybe he had a severe concussion and this was some kind of grotesque feverdream induced by… by…

Zenyatta is so close now, patting Winston’s cheek and scratching through his beard before reaching up and plucking the crooked glasses from his nose.

“I, uh-uh… I uhm…” Winston can’t make his mouth work, staring in helpless mortification as Zenyatta lowers himself into a crouch right before him, that lovely brown face with round cheekbones and curvy lips immediately hidden behind the hard, generous swell of Winston’s gut.

“A-Agent,” he stutters out, voice a low, embarrassed rumble as he feels one long-fingered hand lift his junk and hold it in a warm cradle atop his palm.

“You smell so good,” he can just about hear Zenyatta murmur, his breath tickling the generous bush of hair beneath his belly. The knowledge of how close the monk is – close enough that Winston can feel it on the ruddy skin of his dick – is making his mouth run dry.

“I haven’t- I haven’t showered yet,” he whispers faintly. Zenyatta’s other arm has come up and his hand is petting across the hairy swell of his stomach, pressing in with the heel of his hand as if to feel how firm it is; thick muscles beneath the skin. It’s… it feels reverent, and Winston flushes up to his hairline, one paw-like hand grabbing downwards blindly and holding helplessly onto the thin forearm.

“P-Please…”

“It doesn’t matter to me,” Zenyatta answers with a supreme sense of serenity. His head nestles closer beneath the swell of Winston’s stomach, and his knees become weak as he feels the monk’s nose and mouth against the silky skin of his cock, inhaling deeply. “Had I only known…”

Zenyatta interrupts himself, and Winston’s highly intelligent mind stalls like one of his launchers, wondering what that would have changed… what that knowledge would have given Zenyatta-

He can’t remember the last time he had gotten a blowjob. He can’t even remember the last time he had felt the need to try and awkwardly woo someone to coax them into his bed. Winston does not need it much, is most of the time very content with his hands – but the feeling of Zenyatta’s wet little mouth first lapping, then suckling on the head of his dick is… it is…

“‘S good,” Winston whispers shyly, eyes closed, panting softly as he listens to the obscene suckling sounds as Zenyatta lets him slip deeper, unselfconsciously pressing his face into the fold between his crotch and his belly, trying to get as close as possible as Winston’s cock grows; swelling to life insistently inside the tight little cave.

He whimpers, thumb rubbing mindlessly across the thin wrist of the arm he is still holding onto. His belly is filled with liquid heat, breath stuttering as he can feel himself pop past the restraint of the monk’s throat, heart trying to burst out of his chest as he realizes how easily Zenyatta is taking him despite a bit of wet, delicious gagging.

He’s taking his girthy dick like a well-seasoned whore, and the knowledge makes him slap his free hand over his face, whimpering behind his broad palm as he comes embarrassingly fast, the orgasm taking him by surprise.

He can hear Zenyatta choke as thick strings of cum suddenly splash against the back of his throat, and tries to apologize with humiliation heating his whole body up. All he manages are meaningless stutters while his still jerking cock abruptly slips out of the coughing monk’s lovely little mouth.

“Don’t- ah. Don’t worry yourself,” Zenyatta assures, deep voice suddenly no longer smooth but rough, and Winston feels with mortification how his cock is flexing at the sound – at the knowledge that… that he did that to a… a… a monk…

It is not going soft yet; the fat length of it snuggled against the lower curve of his belly and smearing the fur there with spit and cum. When he looks down at the lovely face peering up at him, Zenyatta’s round cheekbones dark with a flush and strings of Winston’s cum on the serenely smiling face, the scientist wants to sink into the ground in shame.

“This is quite alright,” Zenyatta assures him, his dark eyes trailing down, staring at the fat, ruddy tip pointing directly at him with a kind of single-minded intent that Winston had only ever witnessed in cats about to pounce. “Please, I just…”

And he reaches out again, those thin, long fingers curling lovingly around the dark shaft, and Winston chokes on nothing at all.

“Why don’t you pick out your favorite toy so we can get started.” Maybe genyatta??? Or any other ship you can think of

Zenyatta hesitates, eyes flinching to the side where Genji has laid out all their toys on the bed – then smiles brightly, eyes almost closing; looking like a lucky cat for all intents and purposes – and crawls over while Genji is still reeling from the sight, biting his knuckle, and wondering once more how he could have convinced someone like Zenyatta to stay with him, instead of being just one of his many meaningless one-night-stands.

He watches as the monk crawls, his lovely brown skin shimmering silkily in the sun streaming into the room, his pretty cock and balls swinging between his slim, bare thighs.

He’s not as curvaceous as Genji normally likes them – in fact, he has no curves at all other than the shaved roundness of his head – but still Genji is infatuated with him. With his way to talk and move… like he is moving now; crawling with a strange sort of grace as he makes his way over to the bed and peruses the items from up close.

His face becomes darker with an eager flush. Genji has yet to find something that would make his submissive squirm in embarrassment. As sweet as Zenyatta is, the depths of his depravity seemed to know no bound.

Finally, he takes a hold of one of the toys – the anal beads – and makes his way back to his Dominant; head held high and his choice swinging left and right from his mouth, the golden silicone beads gently knocking together.

He looks so proud of himself, Genji can’t help but frame his face between his hands when he is back in reach, pressing little moist kisses against the dots on his forehead.

“You’re such a good boy,” he tells him, kisses wandering farther down until he presses them all over Zenyatta’s soft, occupied mouth.

The monk’s eager flush travels down, dusting his shoulders and the top of his flat chest; small dark nipples going hard from the praise.

“Can’t wait to stuff you full with them,” Genji groans when he pulls back, tugging Zenyatta’s choice toy from between his teeth.

Hmm. For NSFW, Zenyatta using his power to hypnotize someone else into screwing him. SFW, I don’t know for writing, but I’d love to see how/if the other characters are any different.

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Zenyatta whispers, and the incantation filters through Genji’s mind like music through water, distant and otherworldly. His master’s forehead glows, each pinpoint of light soft and dazzling, matching the ethereal shine of his eyes. He breathes out, and the words cease. Then there is nothing.

Zenyatta opens his eyes. Genji stares back at him, wide and unseeing. Then, a shift: his student sighs, eyelids drooping, pupils dilating, ringed with gold. He grins.

“Hey, there. I haven’t seen you around here before.” Genji murmurs, eyes tracing over his master, flickering to his orange garb, hesitating for an instant on Zenyatta’s bare chest.

“Genji?” Zenyatta murmurs. The hairs on his neck prickle. This is not the first time someone has stared at him with such open interest. That the attention comes from Genji is.

“Oh, my reputation precedes me. All good things, I hope.” Genji purrs, leaning forward, hand settling high on Zenyatta’s thigh. “That’s what I’m known for. Being good.”

Over the years, Genji had divulged his past to Zenyatta, things he wasn’t proud to admit. Gambling. Drinking. Sleeping with anyone that caught his eye, especially if it displeased the clan. Zenyatta thought this exercise would help Genji come to terms with his past. To think this is who his student was, who he might’ve met, in another life. His chest tightens.

“What’s your name?” Pressure on his face refocuses him on the now. Genji slides the pad of his thumb along his lower lip, cupping his chin so gently, like Zenyatta is fragile, like he doesn’t want to startle him.

Zenyatta exhales, soft and low, face heating, eyes downcast. He tells him in a hushed whisper.

“Zenyatta.” Genji repeats, inches from his master’s face. Monk. Tekhartha. Master. Genji has never called him his given name. “So pretty. It suits you.”

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Zenyatta cries into the sheets of his bed, the smell of incense and sex filling his nose. Genji twists his fingers inside him, teasing around something that makes Zenyatta’s body tremble and his insides quake with pleasure.

“Right there? So sensitive.” Genji moans into his ear, pressing his dripping cock harder against the soft muscles of Zenyatta’s thigh, rutting while he fucks his master with his fingers. Zenyatta’s own cock hangs heavy and fat between his legs, precum dripping into the sheets.

“This can’t be your first time. Holed up in a monastery with a bunch of men? I bet you are quite popular.”

Zenyatta moans, broken and wanting like he’s never known, hips pressing back for more, but Genji continues to graze that spot inside him that keeps him weak and helpless. Open in a way he has never been with his student, like he’s always wished to be. Wonders if his Genji wants this too, but it’s so hard to think, so hard to feel anything but those fingers teasing him until his toes curl and his thighs flex and he’s, he’s –

Crying out, when Genji withdraws his fingers, circling his swollen hole before shifting behind him, the warm press of something more substantial nudging against his body. Genji shushes him, each word lancing new sick pangs of want through his bones.

“Easy now.” Genji whispers, one hand grasping Zenyatta’s hip, steadying him. “Let’s see how many times you can come for me, Zenyatta.”

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cyberratting:

YES HELLO PLZ LET US TALK ABOUT IT

Okay here we go! 

I think Zenyatta is normally very fascinated by humans and their bodies so I’m sure he would be excited and completely in awe of every little thing.
From having an actual mouth that moves- within the first minute he discovers the funny feeling tug on his cheeks and lips is what it feels like to smile-, to what it feel like for a human to laugh, to having finger prints. He has a heartbeat instead of a core purr, he has lungs that expand, and in place of firm metal and hydraulics he’s soft and kind of squishy. Everything is new and strange and he’s giddy about it. 

His artificial nerves were top of the line, as close to a human’s as science could manage, but it’s nothing compared to this. He spends over an hour just petting himself, rubbing his arms, tracing his face, learning what ‘tickling’ feels like when he strokes down his sides and his tum, and a tingling that’s almost like tickling when one of his new fingernails scratches over a nipple.

When he gets to his cock it’s not really even sexual at first. It’s not the same as his old body’s, it feels different, it behaves different. He takes his time tilting it this way and that, just studying it as it gets fat and heavy, playing with foreskin he’s never had.
Omnic bodies don’t have balls either so Zenyatta’s not entirely sure what to do with his at first, but he gets the hang of it and finds out gently rolling them like he would focus balls back at the monastery feels best. 

He’s a little disappointed that this body doesn’t self lubricate, but a splash of some of his meditation incense oils fixes that problem and he’s able to keep exploring. Human rims feel different than valves and he has to play with it more than he normally would for it to get loose and open, but he thinks he likes it better that way, having to work for what he wants rather than the instant yield.

After a little bit of playing he wants to change position onto his stomach because he could have sworn he remembered someone saying it was an easier reach that way, the thing is: he’s on top of his clothes. He almost has a full sensory overload when his cock rubs against the silk. 

He has his first human orgasm with three fingers knuckle deep in his ass and his cock wrapped in the silk of his red sash.

He makes a mental note to research sensory play before he falls asleep and gets to dream for the first time in his life.

oh my god… this is so good. yesssss… Zenyatta looking so happy all of the time, petting over his bald head and humming in satisfaction.

Playing with his pretty, new cock *claws at face* ommmggggg

this is so gooooddddd