This is so delightful and naughty, thank you! Loving the idea of Hana hovering like an annoyance to be noticed. Meanwhile Rein sitting watching this girl fastidiously grooming Torb’s beard with this patient grandpa smile like. He Knows. Women have been doing the Beard-grooming Ritual with Torb for decades. :))
omg right???? Torb has always been A DaddyTM and Reinhardt just… knows…
those pretty little birds always being too shy to approach directly :’ )
Torbjörn/D.Va – Size Queen; Daddy kink – Hana has a thing for older, thicc men.
Note: I didn’t explicitly state it but since I don’t like cheating, I think Torbjörn and his wife are in a happy open relationship 🙂
Torbjörn is a stocky man; squat and with thick, round muscles that had been catching Hana’s attention since the first time he’s seen him. He makes her a bit silly when he’s around, humoring her dancing around him like a filly and letting her groom his beard while he’s deeply in conversation with Reinhardt.
He always leaves her braids in for a day or two, and she lies awake at night, squirming, hand stuffed between her thighs as she berates herself for having lost her cool again. That he’ll never see her as anything but a silly little girl at this rate when what she wants from him extends to so much more than just combing and braiding his thick, bright beard.
It takes her by surprise when his big hand grabs for her when she visits him in his workshop, equipped with an excuse she knows his laughably flimsy just so she can see his naked arms bulging with exertion as he works.
But she goes easily – and *eagerly* – when she catches on to the swelteringly hot, heavy pressure of his palm against her round hip.
He sits her on his workbench, watching her intensely with his one eye, his face screwed together into a deep, contemplative frown while his thumb carefully slides against the inseam of her jeans, urging her thighs open.
“Good?” he asks hesitatingly, scanning her flushed, eager face. She nods quick and eager.
*Good. Yes. Very, very good.*
He plays with her. She’s never been eaten out before and she thinks he might have ruined her for anybody else to come. Her hands are in his hair, fisted, pulling as his broad, silky tongue pushes her closer and closer to a tingling, almost nervous orgasm.
His beard is scratchy.
She humps his face and Torbjörn takes it in stride. It’s like he’s used to it. Like he loves eating pussy and has been doing it for all his life, and suddenly she thinks of his beautiful wife and how well he must be treating her whenever he’s home.
Hana has to put her foot against his shoulder and push him away for him to finally stop. She feels like he would have gladly spend the whole evening eating her out, lashing his big, warm tongue against her engorged clit and coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of her.
His lips are glistening and she squirms.
“Want your cock,” she pants, red faced but unashamed. He squawks a laugh but stands up and gets to work. She almost wants to squeeze her thighs together at just how broad and compact he is.
His chest is as hairy as the rest of him though it is difficult to see beneath the thick beard.
His cock… his cock is…
Good. Very… It’s… very good…
He’s careful fucking that thing into her. The wide head is spreading her lips until her eyes water. She’s curled around him like a clenched fist, face hidden against his neck and his beard. It is fragrant with some kind of wax that makes her all gooey inside.
When he breaches her, she cries out, her hips feeling… full, body on high alert from the intense intrusion, and it takes her a while of him murmuring: “I got ya, babygirl…” to realize she’s called him daddy.
There’s a second or two where she waits with bated breath for panic and embarrassment to hit her, but then she realizes how good it feels. How right. Like things have finally slotted into place.
Torbjörn fucks carefully; his stocky, strong legs firm and immovable. Hana is sure he would carry her without breaking a sweat if she wasn’t sitting on the low workbench. Just… have her in his arms and gently sit her down on his fat, surprisingly long cock.
“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” she pants out in little puffs right against his ear, and he chuckles along like it is the cutest thing he’s heard, though she can feel his cock pulsing interestedly inside her clenching, burning snatch.
One of three pieces commissioned by @cyberrat for their Reinzo Fanfiction Compilation (NSFW), coming this November! More information to come when closer to release date, but for now– enjoy this excerpt from one of the writings, “Mr. Wilhelm and Mr. Shimada,” an au featuring Reinhardt as a wealthy history professor and Hanzo as a down-on-his-luck dog walker:
“He can feel his cheeks burning with a dull flush as he crawls into Reinhardt’s lap, avoiding his eyes but hands fisting in his shirt once more because like that he can feel how wide the professor’s chest is.
He leans forward, mouth against Reinhardt’s ear, whispering feverishly: “I have seen you looking.” Reinhardt sputters beneath him as if he wants to deny it but then falls very silent. In the corner of his eye, Hanzo can see those big hands slowly flexing where they are placed on the arm rests of the chair. “And you must have seen me looking, too,” he continues, the tips of his ears growing warm with his flush.”
!!! Hawks has balls putting his head between those thighs :‘ ) bet Endeavor is v quiet and intense when he‘s aroused. Just panting and making v little boise but coming like a freight train
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McCree/Reyes – continuation of the first fic in this compilation – mentions of past rape; hurt/comfort; comfort sex; gentle sex – Reyes needs something soft and Jesse will deliver.
It is easy to forget, sometimes, that Commander Reyes is as human as the rest of him. He is larger than life most of the time; dominating to the point of being scary, but when Jesse slips into his office after bringing him back from the enemy a rough three days prior, he looks almost… sunken. Shrunk.
He sits at his desk, a data pad giving off weak light in front of him. He’s bracing his elbows, head in his hands.
“I… uh…”
Reyes flinches – goddamn *flinches* – then looks up sharply without lifting his head much. His gaze, despite his near-cowering form, is flat. Maybe a bit malicious.
“What.”
Jesse swallows thick, his throat suddenly dry. There’s a flash of a memory: Reyes, on the ground, legs spread by a steel bar, body slick from various loads his captors had left on his back and thighs and ass.
And that sweet, dark space between his cheeks that had taken Jesse so well…
“I… wanted t’ see how things… are.” He winces. It sounds even lamer spoken aloud and the deadpan stare Gabriel gives him in response is almost hilarious.
The Commander sits up finally, hands dropping into his lap, looking Jesse up and down. His nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath.
“Come here, Jesse.”
Jesse hesitates. He has his hat in front of his chest. He’s a grown man built like a wall but he looks like a scolded little kid in that moment.
Finally, he nods as if to himself, and makes his way over. Around the desk. Standing in front of his Commander who looks at him appraisingly up and down.
He thinks again of how sweetly Reyes’ body has accepted him; hole buttery soft and sloppy. Well used by countless men before him. His belly churns and he looks away guiltily until Reyes stands and pulls him into a kiss – slow and sweet and nothing like the tumultuous dirty memories still spooking around in Jesse’s head.
He can’t help but eagerly accept it.
.o.
Without the coercion and beatings and… and… rape… – Reyes is even sweeter. He’s wrapped his big body around Jesse, holding on like an octopus as he gets fucked slow and careful on Jesse’s dick which is spreading him open and sliding in deeper with every carefully slow, easy thrust.
Jesse can’t wrap his head around the situation; can’t understand why Reyes would want to fuck him – *him*, of all people – so close after his ordeal. He can’t complain, though. Not when Reyes is making soft, fucked-out noises, mouthing wet and a bit sloppy at whatever he can reach of Jesse’s skin.
He’s pressed his face into the crook of McCree’s shoulder and Jesse can feel his breath puff against his collar bones. It tickles and makes his belly almost hotter than the way is insides tremble around him: sweet little pulses of his inner muscles that have Jesse see stars as they massage his cock. As if the Commander’s body is in love with it.
Jesse whines, and Reyes echoes it mindlessly. He’s scorching hot and *big*. He’s wrapped himself so thoroughly around Jesse that he’s sure he wouldn’t be able to get away even if he wanted to.
“That’s good… so good,” he whispers breathlessly as he fucks; he’s pumping with slow, even motions of his hips. A bit shallow now after he’s found the angle that seems to do it *very well* for Reyes. Gabriel.
It’s like he’s doing push ups. His belly and thighs burn. If Gabriel knew, he’d make sure to include a lot more in the upcoming training sessions. Jesse turns his head and lips against the Commander’s ear until he is *squirming* and trying to hide it from him.
He grins, tongue sneaking out, tasting against the outer shell until Reyes bucks up against him and throws his head back with a gasp like he’s held his breath the whole time.
His dark, dark eyes look up at Jesse; a bit wet and vulnerable, but his face serene as anything. He enjoys himself so obviously it is making Jesse squirmy and wanting to buck like a man much younger and less experienced than he’s become.
He wants to drill into him like a man possessed. Instead, he makes himself slow down even more; get deep and intense with his shallow thrusts until Reyes rewards him by baring his throat and groaning long and deep, his big cock twitching between them in the wetness he’s created.
“Wow,” Jesse whispers. He leans down, dragging his lips across Reyes’ throat to let him feel the scratch of his beard.
He can’t believe how sweet the Commander can be for a good, *loving* dicking. How different this lust is to the reluctant orgasm he’s fucked out of him under the leering gaze of a crowd seemingly a lifetime ago.
“So good… so good for me… fuck, you feel… you feel so incredible,” he mumbles sloppily against the point of Reyes’ jaw, mouthing against it, begging for a kiss until the Commander finally obliges at lets him have at it, panting hot and needy breaths right into Jesse’s lungs.
Jesse’s head feels like it’s filled with cotton. His cock, too, for that matter. He’s never felt so desperately in need for an orgasm without actually feeling like he needs to come anytime soon.
He’ll fuck the Commander as long as he wills it. Everything for him.
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