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Zarya seems like the kind of women who would get off on a particular kind of praise. I imagine her leaning back against someone’s belly, between their legs, touching herself while they work her nipples and hold her labia open. They whisper in her ear how pretty she is, What a lovely, sweet girl with such a beautiful pussy, yeah, just like that. *grbls*

goooosh yesss. She’d love hearing how pretty she is and have her big, beautiful tits massaged mmmhhh

I don’t know why but I just got the thought of Zarya being like a fuckin amazon and when she’s in the mood for dick instead of pussy she just picks up one of the guys like, “You. You will please me.”

hah I can see that! but also

like

my bro started playing her a lil yesterday and I was so mesmerized by her face every time. she’s so damn pretty I get flustered. also she has cute pink nail polish :O

uh yeah. I kinda went on a tangent. but what I’m saying is: yessss to Zarya taking a man whenever she wants cock and just pinning him down

but also consider

Zarya cute and gentle and spreading those thick muscular thighs for everyone that wants to have a ride.

Maybe Mccree actually jerking it into his hair?

Hanzo needed to be in a special mood to tolerate McCree’s weirder shit – lucky for him that Hanzo was a huge slut and very easy to be put in those special moods.

“Stay down now, darlin’,” he crooned, big foot pressing down onto Hanzo’s cock, watching the man’s face go slack, mouth soft and open as he nodded eagerly.

He reached for McCree’s hairy ankle, curling his hands around it – just to hold on as he got his cock gently crushed beneath his toes and the warm sole of his foot.

“Freak,” McCree rumbled indulgently, tongue rolling his cigar from one corner of his mouth to the other as he reached for Hanzo’s hair tie and pulled it off none too gently. Hanzo made a choked off sound of lust at the feeling of getting his hair pulled, dark liquid eyes becoming positively black with pupil when McCree reached into the tangle of his hair and took a generous hand full, pulling him forward.

“Yeah. You like that alright. Such a slut… Aahh no. Keep your mouth closed. That’s it. I know that’s hard for ya. You love my cock dont’cha?”

Hanzo was staring up at him with an expression of dumb, animal adoration as McCree rubbed his cock along his chin, smearing pre-cum into his goatee and across his lips. He could see the slim nostrils flaring and grinned, rudely dragging his cock along Hanzo’s mustache, letting him smell it.

Hanzo’s eyes fluttered shut, mouth dropping open after all. He tried to tilt his head into it – offering his cheeks up for rude slaps of McCree’s cock, cheeks flushing with eager humiliation over the treatment.

“You look so happy,” McCree murmured, eyes heavy lidded, fingers carding with rough affection through Hanzo’s hair. “I bet you would be thankful for anything I gave you, hm?”

Hanzo nodded, a low, gurgling groan coming from the back of his throat. He was trying to snuggle as much with McCree’s cock as he was trying to make him pull his hair – which gave him an idea in and off itself.

He grinned, toes curling against Hanzo’s trapped cock. He bit the tip of his tongue as he pulled him even closer, mashing Hanzo’s pretty yakuza prince face into the humid heat of his crotch, shoving his cock into the inky, thick hair and helping along to cover it with a fist full of the tangled mess.

He doubted Hanzo even realized what he was doing – he was too busy mouthing at his balls and trying to suck them into his mouth, getting everything messy with drool.

Oh but he would notice later when the slutty haze would lift – how sticky his hair had become from Jesse rudely fucking a fist full of it, jerking off into the dark strands and unloading his full balls in them.

A pity Hanzo couldn’t appreciate how he wiped the last few drops into the grey whiskers at his temples.

For the possible ficlet prompts- Indulging in the whole Reinhardt/Reaper edging idea. (never enough content for my favorite knight)

They both were staring down between their bodies, watching how the dark, wet tip of Reaper’s cock peeked out of Reinhardt’s slick fist before disappearing again.

Gabriel’s mouth hung open, breath soft and panting, eyes huge as he watched with morbid curiosity as the big, slick fist move on his dick; let the tip emerge to the cold air of the room, fleshy foreskin pulled back for the sensitive glans to be on full display.

Every now and then, shimmery drops of pre-cum shivered on the slit. Reinhardt hummed at the sight, thumb sliding up and above, swiping the moisture away. Gabriel could just watch helplessly, forearms on the old man’s shoulders.

Sitting on his broad lap like this was making the experience even worse; Reinhardt felt like a solid, living furnace, close and unrelenting, one tree trunk arm slung around Reaper’s hips to keep him as close as possible.

There was no way past him. He was surrounding him fully, large and impenetrable, and unfailingly gentle as he drove Gabriel to insanity.

“Let me come,” he grit out, hips rocking up into the fist, balls feeling painfully sensitive and swollen.

“Later,” Reinhardt promised, good eye carefully watching Gabriel’s face. As he stares, he starts playing with his foreskin – tugging on it, pushing it back over the tip, rubbing it through the skin with insistent, small circles of his thumb.

Gabriel’s eyes widened, breath pushing from him in a forceful grunt. His hips lift, in a helpless buck, arms sliding to grip Reinhardt’s shoulders.

“Fuck. Fuck!” he growled, voice high and a little watery, balls pulsing and ripe. He can’t help but reach down and hold them; cup them towards his body as if that would help the lust bubbling through his belly and crawling up towards his chest. His hips felt dangerously lose and hot – so eager to finally start hunching into Reinhardt’s slick fist and fuck it like a pretty cunt.

“Hands back on my shoulders, Schätzchen,” Reinhardt reminded him, hand leaving his cock suddenly and without warning; leaving it to bob free and sad in the cool air. It looked painfully swollen just as his balls, long and thick, drooping under its own weight to nudge beneath Reinhardt’s belly button and drool liberally into the grey, thick tangle of hair growing there.

“No… fuck.. fuck you,” he whined, hand clenching tight around his balls, breath coming in shuddering, pre-sob gasps. His eyes were stinging, throat pulled tight. He knew he’d be able to come if he were to fuck into Reinhardt’s bush. He didn’t need a lot at this point. The warm, humid tangle of hair would be enough. Just rut against him and cream his pubes; snuggle his cock up to the large dick resting heavy against one huge thigh.

Fuck, he was so close.

“Gabriel…”

He did sob, then; tears of frustration in his eyes, nose starting to run as he bit his lips and furiously kept his tears at bay as he finally took his hand off his balls and placed it back onto Reinhardt’s shoulder.

“Very good. I think a few more, and then we’ll go to bed.”

Gabriel clenched his eyes shut, breath shuddering out of him, belly feeling tight and hot. He knew he had lost the privilege to come for tonight.