Thicc hairy stinky virgin McCree is so good… hung with big breeder balls but too shy to use them. Looks like he‘d make you call him daddy and pass out halfway through from how bored he is but actuslly will get teary eyed from nervousness and get embarrassed about someone seeing his naked bod.
Hanzo probably just spends some time sniffing at him and Jesse dies
YESYESYES VIRGIN WITH NO STAMINA!!! BIG BEEFY STINKY HAIRY BEAR ACTUALLY IS A MINUTE MAN VIRGIN WHO CUMS THE SECOND HANZO SEATS HIMSELF AND CRIES FROM OVERSTIM WHILE GETTIN FUCKED
Goooddd yyeeesssss
Hanzo would be so annoyed because he thinks McCree just doesnt have stamina and he‘s whining the whole way through his dicking :‘ )
I just remembered the Climbing Class ship from Until Dawn
Good shit. Especially Josh
Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: Scion!Hanzo/Human!Zenyatta
Warnings: semi-public sex, frottage, kotatsu sex, footjob (?), fantacizing
Notes: for @cyberrat so I could decide the next Zenyatta fic she would write for her up and coming zen comp >:3c
Hanzo could get away with it when he was younger, when Genji was the constant distraction. A quiet dalliance or two was nothing compared to the shameful escapades of his younger brother, and their father was still alive to take care of them both.
When Hanzo became scion, when he slew his brother, he lost, along with everything else, his cover. There is no time. Not for long-term partners, not even for warm, unhurried touches from a pretty face in the dark.
@nsfw-sin I see ur thirst in my tags >:3c do u want to talk about big thicc virgincree
Soldier76/Zenyatta/Lúcio – voyeurism; blackmail; frottage; fantasizing – Soldier has to go to yoga and hates it… until he doesn’t.
be aware that Soldier is a gross old man in this and a macho to boot 🙂
Jack could feel the tension melting away. He’s hated that his doctor thought yoga would be the best option for him (he’s a goddamn man!) but right now he’s never been as relaxed as standing just behind the locker room doors after the last class and peeking through the small gap at the two instructors in the adjacent changing room.
The same two instructors he’s had a hard-on for since starting this fucking torture.
God, but they are tasty; one tall and sleek, the other shorter and stocky; both gorgeous and cute and doing their thing in tight, revealing clothes. Tight enough that Jack knows the shape of their soft, cute cocks.
Tight enough that Jack has found himself fantasizing of pulling one of them closer by their hips and sucking a wet spot through the thin fabric until he can slurp their pre-cum through the elastic.
They’re flexible; nice little boys for him to bend however he wants them to be and show them how a real man’s cock feels.
His hand is around his dick, squeezing, thumb playing with his foreskin as he watches the two of them kiss. Little soft smacking sounds accentuated by their throaty thighs as they grope at each other; Zenyatta slow, almost dreamy, and Lúcio more needy. Grabbing for the other’s small ass and pulling him close until Zenyatta has to go up onto the balls of his feet and break the suckling little kiss to let his head fall back and sigh towards the ceiling.
Jack nearly strangles his goddamn cock when Lúcio starts tugging at their clothes and just about manages to hook his thumb into his waistband and pull it down until it sits just beneath his balls. He does the same to Zenyatta, and Jack doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to think of anything but herding them against a wall and keeping them pinned while he sucks them down until they bump into the back of his throat.
It would be easy now, too, wouldn’t it? He’s got them in his hand, after all. Can keep them nice and in line with the knowledge of their secret little tryst. Have them perform for him privately; let them contort and show off their young, supple bodies.
Have them service him with their plump little mouths… He’s sure they’d love getting a big fat cock like his for once. A real man to service; instead of their flowery, sweet little make-out sessions…
They do look lovely together, though. Moving and humping and grabbing at each other; needy but obviously well used to the other’s body.
As he watches, Zenyatta rucks Lúcio’s shirt up until it is tucked beneath his armpits and stretched across his wide chest. Damn, but the guy is stocky. Looks like he could take a good, deep dicking without complaining too much.
Jack squeezes at the tip of his cock and hisses at the sharp pain when he is too harsh. He gentles himself down; forces himself to take deep, steadying breaths as he peers into the changing room again; watches Zenyatta sit down on one of the benches since he is so much taller than his friend, and hum soft and happy when he’s level with Lúcio’s chest.
Jack swallows hard; wonders how it would feel having them nurse on his chest like Zenyatta is doing for Lúcio now; looking so content gently biting at the tight brown nipples, one hand lovingly cupping the cock that’s been bouncing unattended in the air.
Maybe he’ll let them perform for him like that. Sit down and record them as Lúcio fucks Zenyatta, or Zenyatta rabbit humps between Lúcio’s thighs. Maybe he’ll let them wear their tight clothes and get needy and desperate when they can’t get at each other like they want to.
God, there are so many possibilities…
Stuffing a whole hog.
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Soldier76/Reaper – titfuck; titworship – Gabriel fucks Jack’s tits.
Jack’s tits are different to how they’d been when they were younger and less used. Gabriel would even argue that they are more delicious now. There are a lot more scars that glisten intriguingly when he smears his wet tip across them. There’s also a lot more hair.
As Strike Commander, Jack has been so meticulous about everything; most of all himself. Having him beneath him, hair sticking up at odd angles, chin scruffy and pale eyes unfocused is… good. Gabriel likes it.
He definitely likes how Jack unselfconsciously brackets his pecs on both sides and then pushes them together, the meaty muscle creating a tight valley that Gabriel fucks into a bit sloppily with a low grunt.
Jack’s chest hair is coarse and abrasive against the velvety skin of his cock, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Jack is looking down, staring at the cock slipping through the crease between his tits like it is some kind of godsend; then his brows crinkle and his gaze flicks up for a second.
“Do you have fucking scars on your dick, Reyes?”
Gabriel growls behind his mask, sharp talons striking out to grab at Jack’s thinning, grey hair. “Shut up.”
Jack snorts, back to eying Gabriel’s cock. He looks like he would like nothing more than to stick his tongue out and taste it some, but that’s not going to be happening any time soon. He’s not flexible enough anymore.
Still, he seems happy with watching Gabriel fuck his tits for the time being, keeping them nice and pressed together so Gabriel can watch his fill while he carefully fucks between them.
When it seems like Jack is not going to make any more smart remarks and is content sitting still for the moment, Gabriel lets go of the harsh grip he has on him, instead scratching the sharp tips of his claws with careful measure across the hard tiny points of his nipples; small and pale but still as sensitive as they’ve been when they were younger.
Jack arches, thin-lipped mouth going soft for the first time as it falls open, his belly trembling as he fights to stay still enough so Gabriel can keep fucking his tits – and won’t accidentally prick his nipples with the sharp claws.
“You can’t tell me there’s no one else that loves putting your tits through the wringer,” Gabriel purrs slowly, making sure he sounds as smug as he feels. “You’re old but in good shape, at least… Somebody has to like old whores.”
Now it is Jack’s turn to close up, face going tight and eyes slipping to the side while his pale face flushes dark pink.
“Shut up,” he murmurs. Gabriel laughs slow and delicious, like syrup dripping.
He lets his knees slide farther apart; gets himself closer to sitting down on Jack’s sternum; letting him feel his considerable weight without properly sitting down.
Jack’s face relaxes again. He stares at Gabriel’s cock; fat and substantial; the foreskin rolling back with every forwards thrust, exposing the shining crown of his dick. He looks pathetic enough that Gabriel rolls his eyes, hands slapping away Jack’s hands to squeeze his pecs together himself.
Jack immediately reaches for him now that his hands are free; one clamping across Gabriel’s dick to form a tighter tunnel; the other practically scratching his dick beneath the goddamn chin; looking like he’s close to cooing.
Gabriel flushes dark behind his mask, hips stuttering forward, ballsac dragging against Jack’s sternum.
Some things don’t change. Like Jack being in fucking love with his fucking cock.
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