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idk how you feel about A/B/O but I got this idea. DVa is an omega, but she refused to let anyone fuck her, and for the longest time everyone thought she was an alpha. So one day DVa’s heat hits and there’s slick all over her thighs. She eventually decides 76 and Gabe had been good and gives them the honor of licking the slick off her thighs and maybe her pussy if she’s feeling more generous.

uuuuuhhhnnnffff I love Omega!D.Va fucking those big bad Alphas UP. Just wrapping them around her little fingers and making them do her bidding. if she doesn’t feel up to letting them cram those big, juicy Alpha dicks into her they’ll just have to deal with it. They should be thankful for the privilege of eating out her messy holes.

Goddamn yes

Shit man just gimme more young brat McCree calling Gabe ‘Daddy’ as he gets the lights fucked clean out of him. (Hell, time fuckery and young blackwatch McCree gets fucked by Reaper and still calls him ‘Daddy’)

Same anon as timefuckery but MAN GIVE ME TRANSGENDER YOUNG MCCREE CALLING GABE/REAPER DADDY. Just fuck me up fam.

It was the worst when Jesse still had the mind and audacity to laugh as Gabriel felt him up; ranging above the skinny body, mouth on one nipple barely cushioned by the little bit of fat that remained even after his life in Deadlock, and big fingers diving deep into the mess that was his cunt, hidden beneath the unkempt tangle of his pubes; a sweet little space for Gabriel to wreck and get soft and spread on his thrusting, twisting fingers.

If Jesse still could laugh, fingers scratching Gabriel’s shoulders up, knees jittery and jumping next to his hips, it meant that he was doing something wrong. That he hadn’t made Jesse sorry for being such an infuriating slut that could never sit fucking still.

He grunts, Jesse’s breathless giggling ringing in his ears, and bites meanly at the small, brown nipple just to get McCree to make another sound. He chokes on his goddamn laughter and becomes absolutely still for a second, fingers trying and failing to grab at Gabriel’s shorn head, spasming at his scalp and pressing his face close to his chest, mashing his scarred nose into the small, hard pillow of his tit before he whispers a small, almost awed sounding “Oh.”

Gabriel snorts, eyebrows drawn in concentration, fingers sliding through the mess of slick between Jesse’s thighs and carding away the generous tangle of his pubes, seeking… seeking… and finally finding Jesse’s clit.

Jesse howls and bucks up, legs lifting into the air without prompting, long narrow feet bouncing in the air as he tries to make Gabriel rub him the way he likes it; in sharp and hard little circles right across the fat nub as he kept him filled with two fingers, testing the give of his walls, how ready he was…

“Daddy,” Jesse whines suddenly, his voice all over the place. Gabriel grins and simply changes nipples, teeth sharp as he tests the very edges against the small nipple.

Jesse forgets to breathe, eager fear making him pat Gabriel’s back down with shivery hands. He fears his teeth just as much as he looks forward to them.

“Daddy,” he whispers, hips twisting, fucking up, “Daddy, please.”

At least he wasn’t laughing anymore. He always forgot to be a little punk shit when Gabriel put his mind to it. Jesse is tall and broad in the shoulders and still his snatch looks so damnably tiny whenever Gabriel nudges his cock up against it. In the diffuse light the soft insides are as bright red as a stop sign in midst of his pubes. A slick, glinting gash for Gabriel to nudge the head of his dick through; let it take a sniff of the treat it was to get.

“Yeah? You want your Daddy to fuck you like this? With your skinny legs in the air like a whore?” he growls and tilts his hips forward, the very tip starting to slowly, agonizingly spread Jesse open.

He goes silent, then. Gabriel can see his toes curl and spread rhythmically where they hang in the air, just about bouncing in his peripheral.

“Never get a fuckin’ word out when you’re supposed to,” he grunts, pushing in deeper, beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead as the squishy walls immediately close around him warm and welcoming; trying to suckle him deeper into that goddamn trap.

Jesse’s voice has become very high and very soft. Little ‘oh… oh… oh’s as he waits for Gabriel to fill him; stretch him out on his commander’s big cock until he can feel it warm his belly from the inside.

“You’ll learn,” Gabriel promises against a scruffy jaw, large hand cupping a small, hard tit and squeezing it. “You’ll learn, baby.”

Thirsty Dva76 anon here. What about a moment of weakness between them both. Perhaps after a long battle, maybe stricken with grief; they just need the contact of someone trusted. Just need to be intimate without being sexual – close to one another, needing each other more than words can speak and cradling one another because it’s the only thing holding both of them up.

also cute. she lets him nap with his head in her lap while watching comfort LPs. she can be sweet if she wants to

‘Big boy whining’ should not be a hot phrase for me but somehow, it is. Someone sexily humiliating Jesse for it. Such an eager, jumping, big cock. More blood there than in his head. His tangled bush. That obvious, slutty body of his. Exposing his hairy tits and squeezing his belly. Making him wear lacy underwear that doesn’t fit him. Laying his luscious thickness over their knees to spank his glorious fat ass. Jesse feels clumsy and oversized and over full and so young again. Big silly boy.

“You’re so silly,” Genji coos, foot placed with careful force on McCree’s cock, pressing it into the softness of his hairy belly. McCree breathes out noisily through his nostrils, lips pressed into a tight line and head falling back as he rolls his sturdy hips up into the pressure, fucking that lovely, fat cock against the unyielding sole of the cyborg’s foot.

“You’re already so worked up. Just from a little bit of pussy?”

McCree’s tits jump as he jerks. They’re just chubby enough to have a lovely jiggle to them, big, hairy biceps tensing where he holds himself up on his elbows. He loves the way Genji’s heavy accent wraps itself around naughty words.

Genji smirks.

“Hey. Hey, look here.” He waits until McCree lifts his head again to reach down and hook fingers into the synthetic material shielding his cunt and pull it aside to show off the plush, synthetic lips – how already there was glowing green sticky wetness smeared across them. He was just as easy as McCree, but they enjoyed it differently.

“Do you want a taste?”

McCree’s chin was on his chest as he stared up at him with large, canine eyes of worship, beard looking as tangled and as unkempt as his bush. There were times Genji sat back and just watched McCree talk to others; watching the way his jaw moved and fantasizing about how good it felt against his cunt – just as delicious as his pubes when Genji crammed himself full with that big American cock.

He almost misses the McCree nodding, licking his lips, a drawled “Yeah, please” rumbling from the wide barrel of his chest.

“Should I give it to you now, though?” Genji teases, fingers dipping into his slit and spreading it for McCree’s viewing pleasure; letting him see the candy green stickiness lighting the darkness of his cunt. Always so easy to fuck him in the dark; even McCree bumbling and half-asleep could stuff his cock in a glowing, warm hole and work his magic with those wide hips rolling easy and relaxed…

He didn’t need to hear McCree’s rumbling whine to get into motion, although it was a nice bonus. He gave his cock another loving nudge before sitting down on his thick belly in a smooth, fast motion, dragging his pussy against the thick hair growing over his belly button and smearing his candy juices everywhere.

“McCree,” he whispers, fingers splaying across the hirsute chest as he rolls his hips, drags the fat, sensitive clit Mercy had give him across the coarse hair of his belly. “Jesse.”

His voice is high and urgent, nearly imitating McCree’s usual impatient whines. He can feel him grip his ass, large hands easily cupping him, and almost thinks he’ll urge him up and towards his soft, greedy mouth.

Instead, he helps him move and fuck himself against the thick wall of muscle of his belly, His eyes wide and nostrils flaring as he stares down his body. McCree looks almost boyish in that moment.

So eager.