Okay but what about, detachable dick? Like it was an after thought to his cyborg body do in reality he removes the plate and have to attach a dick.

sylvaneventus:

tacticalvisor76:

demialwrites:

tacticalvisor76:

I’m such a fool for never thinking about a detachable dick. The world will become Genji’s oyster since he’d probably have a ton of options and styles to pick from and pleasure his partner. 

Oh plz. If he is not also detaching those dongs to also take em up the butt, that ain’t fair.

Genji would probably really enjoy having his partner use his own collection on him. 

‘Hey (y/n), let’s have some crazy sex’

‘Shit I forgot my dick……’

Or

‘Sorry (y/n), I’m pretty busy. Here, use my dick and fuck yourself. Dont forget to record it for me, okay?’

Okay but what about, detachable dick? Like it was an after thought to his cyborg body do in reality he removes the plate and have to attach a dick.

tacticalvisor76:

I’m such a fool for never thinking about a detachable dick. The world will become Genji’s oyster since he’d probably have a ton of options and styles to pick from and pleasure his partner. 

Oh plz. If he is not also detaching those dongs to also take em up the butt, that ain’t fair.

Yandere Shimada bros for older ordinary female reader please? Maybe either all human OR Hanzo and Genji are oni/naga that have accepted reader as their mother after she helped/raised them briefly? Noncon and nothing underage of course

1800areyouslapping:

Non-Con/Yandere/Naga!Shimadas/Psuedo-Incest/Oviposition/Breeding. Sheesh, this is unnecessarily long, sorry lol But for some reason this woke me out of my creative hibernation, it’s all I got, and now it’s time for me to go back to sleep. Around 4k. 

As a little girl, you were the type to run off into the neighboring woods and come back with a wounded animal or two, much to your parent’s dismay. A dog; a homeless kitten you were permitted to keep. One time it was a turtle you found on the sidewalk in town. He lived in your backyard’s pond until the day came when he just wasn’t there anymore. Another time, a lost baby duck in the middle of the road, nearly run over by a car. Your mother called a local wildlife conservation group to come and pick the poor thing up. It couldn’t live with you, mother had said, the cat would tear it to shreds.  

You loved taking care of them, mothering the motherless. Giving love, and feeling needed.

In your mid-twenties, you inherited your childhood home on the edge of the woods (father died of a heart attack, mother succumbed to cancer.) During your grief, you came across two of the most precious, mythical creatures. Both of whom needed your motherly love more than any helpless creature you’d ever stumbled across. Two naga boys. Brothers who lingered around your home, stealing yard ornaments, sneaking in through the doggy door to take food.

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