#human!zenyatta

[nicki0kaye]

actually this seems a good time to bring back my human!Zen design that I will never not be proud of. And look! He comes in tentacle-fucker purple!

[candycornskull]

so,,,,,,,, a croptop huh <3 huh 

[wellthebardsdead]

*Some human zenyatta fluff before bed?? ~Bambi*

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Zenyatta: *quietly waiting at a booth in an ice cream parlour*

Genji: *hurries over holding a tray filled with cups of different ice creams and gelato as well as some sorbets* Okay! Let’s see which flavours you like! Let’s start off simple with vanilla? *hands him the cup*

Zenyatta: *sparkly purple eyes* I didn’t know they came in so many flavours! *grabs it and quickly sets it down in confused suprise* …

Genji: baby??

Zenyatta: it felt strange…

Genji: Ohh that’s right, you’ve never felt ice before. Here maybe this’ll be better. *takes the spoon and offers to feed him* say ahhh~

Zenyatta: *blushing lightly* a-aaah- *goes quiet as the taste touches his tongue* …

Genji: master?

Zenyatta: *takes the spoon from him and swiftly finishes the cup* it’s so good! Let me try an-… *whole body shudders as he grabs his head* ooowwww-

Genji: oop, brain freeze.

[asynfulsoul]

Yasss, the @genyattabigbang has arrived and here’s the piece I did for the fic “Salvation” by @greenhairedninja <3

I had a smol hand in co-writing it, too. :D go read, it’s well worth it if you love feels!

Pls note it also deals with some difficult themes so read the warnings.

[lacertae-dreamscape]

A human zen bcs i know someone will appreciate *wink wink nudge nudge*

[suave-bagel]

[libertysartandcosplay]

[cyberrat]

23rd Batch Of Fics: 8th Fill

Sigma/Zenyatta – human!Zenyatta; overstimulation; aftercare – Zenyatta helps Sigma to calm down.

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There’s a ring of ever-moving orbs around Zenyatta’s neck and they are as mesmerizing to Siebren as they would be to a toddler. At least – they usually are.

As Zenyatta leans over him, one of the intricate golden orbs levitating half an inch off his palm, Sigma has no patience to gaze at their wonderful perpetual rotations.

“Enough!” he hisses, voice swinging with a strange cadence. He sounds like a different man, his face pulled into a grimace that makes him look like a caricature of himself. “Enough!”

Zenyatta pauses, then tilts his head, looking at him struggle against his own defiance of gravity as he is suspended in mid-air. There is a mess in Sigma’s lap from which his cock is standing up straight into the air, flushed the same angry shade of red as Sigma’s throat. Previous loads have made his grey pubes sticky, the splatters reaching up past his belly button.

Zenyatta waits, watching him calmly with a little smile on his face.

“Very well,” he says and lowers his hand again, the orb levitating back into line around his neck, endlessly moving about while Sigma squirms and struggles as if he weren’t the one holding himself afloat.

Chances are good that he’s forgot he is the one incarcerating himself.

“I’ve had… I’ve had…” Sigma starts, but the angry energy from before is fading as fast as it has appeared. His slate grey eyes are wandering aimlessly about the room. There are hectic points of color on his high cheekbones from his earlier exertions. His body is still primed and ready, even though he seems to be distracted for the moment from the need.

“Enough?” Zenyatta supplies gently. He reaches out and cards fingers through Sigma’s thinning hair, smiling at him wide until his eyes squint when Sigma’s slightly uncoordinated gaze lands on him.

Siebren waits, mouth working without a sound coming out, then lifts his head and stares down his body; at the wide, slightly soft chest with his nipples peaked and raw looking; down his heaving belly which has that nice soft curve to it that Zenyatta likes to rest his head on and listen to the gurgling of Siebren’s digestive tract.

“No…” he says, a lot calmer now, a bit bewildered sounding. He licks his lips, then helplessly curls his hips up, making his brick red cock wag like a dog’s tail. “I want…”

His eyes slide away and he looks around, only marginally pausing on Zenyatta’s friendly face every now and then.

“What’s that melody?” he asks distractedly and a bit agitated. Zenyatta hums and nods. It usually comes down to this.

He snaps his finger and Siebren’s eyes immediately snap to him while Zenyatta’s orbs simultaneously lift and start to gently chime.

“This melody?” he asks and plucks one of the orbs out of the ring which smoothly closes.

“No…” Sigma starts, watching as Zenyatta flattens his hand, the orb gently floating above his palm and starting a gentle buzzing. “Yes,” he immediately changes his mind, mesmerized, mouth soft and open and eyes staring transfixed.

When Zenyatta lowers his hand, the buzzing orb coming closer to his painfully erect cock, Sigma lifts his hips helpfully towards it, the tip of his tongue poking out against his bottom lip as he focuses on the soft chiming of the orbs and the imminent feeling of the smooth, vibrating surface against his pulsing cock.

He howls even before the warm metal touches the brick red tip, the thrum over the air already enough to remind him that he’s been coaxed into coming multiple times already and actually his cock is hurting and he just can’t, there is no way he can come again…!

Zenyatta is smiling at him, calm and gentle but as unrelenting as steel.

When Sigma starts begging him to have mercy, not to make him come again, there is no way he’ll be able to, he surely will have to perish- Zenyatta leans over him and presses his smooth forehead against the old man’s while pressing the orb against the tip of his cock, just a single finger keeping it nice and secure against his willing victim.

Sigma sobs, straining against invisible bonds that are of his own making – and against the thick red rope that Zenyatta has looped around his arms, keeping them tied beneath him.

“You can,” Zenyatta assures him with a smile, dark eyes looking feline as he presses soft mouthed kisses against Siebren’s open, gasping mouth and leisurely lets the vibrating orb roll up and down the blood hot cock.

“The… the melody,” Sigma whines, almost getting distracted again, and Zenyatta shifts, curling one arm around Sigma’s impossibly wide shoulders and letting the gently moving ring of orbs slide over to rotate about the other man’s neck, the chimes directly against his ears.

When he calms down again, looking absolutely peaceful as his hips begin a gently fucking motion, Zenyatta slides farther down his body, free hand sliding through the slowly drying mess on Sigma’s soft belly.

He suckles the tip of his cock into his mouth without warning and preamble. Sigma groans softly; he doesn’t seem to have anything more strenuous in himself, just coasting on the pain/pleasure that he is receiving as Zenyatta suckles more of his cock into the warm, silky space of his mouth, all the while pressing the humming orm now against the base of Sigma’s cock where it is simultaneously also pressing against his poor, dry balls.

His cock is feverishly hot against Zenyatta’s tongue; it feels like tending to an infected wound, and he can’t help but slightly smile around the old cock because he likes that thought a whole lot.

When Sigma comes, he sobs like a babe; soft and exhausted and out of it as barely a squirt of cum dribbles across Zenyatta’s tongue while the man is shaking through his last orgasm of the night.

He is still floating, though; it comes even more easy to him than breathing, it seems.

Zenyatta’s orbs are still chiming, calm and out of any discernible rhythm; keeping Siebren on his toes as he listens and gets gentled down into lowering himself onto a mat on the floor by a man less than half his age.

Zenyatta shifts until Siebren’s head is pillowed on his thighs; nice and plump as nothing on the rest of his body really is, his fingers carding slowly through the old man’s thin hair.

Siebren’s eyes are closed, his face soft and slack; there is nothing of the angry man from before to be seen, just exhausted satisfaction as he coasts on the pulsing, aching remnants of his orgasm.

Eventually, he blinks his eyes open. They look disoriented but clear. Calm. The color of the sky after a storm.

Zenyatta curls over him, smiling broad once more until his eyes squint, his dry palms framing the old man’s cheeks.

“Welcome back.”

Sigma smiles slowly back; shy and crooked but genuine. He is still floating, but not in the way he was before. He feels simultaneously light as a feather and heavy as a rock.

Zenyatta slowly strokes his shoulders, his chest, his neck; whatever he can reach while he lets his submissive calm down.

And later, when Sigma is nice and sleepy, he will clean him up and tuck him in.