Tag: Anonymous

Ana/McCree. Young McCree is Ana’s kept boy. He eats her out with his hands held dutifully behind his back while she drinks tea and idly pets/praises/commands him. If you want Gabe to be there too, sharing a cup, I wouldn’t be opposed.

“How did training go?”

“Satisfying, I suppose. They all hit the mark, at least.”

Ana watches Gabriel over the rim of her cup, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she watches him take a sip, fingers curled around the warm porcelain because he felt stupid properly holding it between his big fingers.

It still looked cute in his large, dark hand, against the backdrop of his unamused face, hoodie pulled deep into his eyes.

She leaned farther back and closed her eyes, sighing softly as Jesse used her new position to nudge in farther beneath her skirt, tongue warm and soft as he was lapping eagerly through her folds with renewed enthusiasm.

Reyes’ gaze slid down, watching the shaggy back of the recruit’s head as he nuzzled in, bumping his nose against Ana’s clit and getting his scruffy little beard sticky with her juices.

“How’s that training going?” he asks, nodding towards him.

Ana grins and lifts one lovely, dark leg to drape it across Jesse’s shoulder, the fingers of her free hand carding through his tangled hair to tug and then decisively pull him back.

“Goes rather well,” she purrs, voice smokey. She uses her grip to turn Jesse around, intentionally flashing her swollen, naked cunt at Gabriel who looked indecisive for a second what to stare at – Ana’s lovely pussy or Jesse’s sticky face, eyes glazed over and slanted back towards his prize.

“If only he were as focused doin’ his fuckin’ workouts as he is eating pussy,” Reyes rumbles. Ana laughs at him – a little breathless after letting go of McCree and he surges back beneath her skirt with renewed vigor.

She can’t help but cup her breast, squeezing it and pinching one erect nipple through the fabric of her dark blouse. Gabriel doesn’t complain about it – just as she figured.

How about some gloryhole love? There’s a bathroom stall in Gibraltar that nobody speaks about openly… But there’s always rumors circling that if you go there at the right time there’s a lovely mouth/hole there to help sate you. (Maybe with Mercy or Hanzo serving? Whatever you fancy though!)

There always was a line at this time of day – lazy afternoon, that was. Not too long – but a line nonetheless.

McCree was in front, head tilted, listening to the happenings inside the bathroom as his fingers were already working on his belt buckle. Jack was behind, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest, staring into nothing. Behind him, Reinhardt was checking through his communications, dressed down for the occasion with just a tanktop and sweatpants – for easy access.

The door opened and LĂșcio stepped out, eyes shiny and teeth bared in a broad, happy grin. He bumped his knuckles against McCree’s outstretched fist in a greeting and sauntered down the hall without another word while McCree slipped inside with an eager, slightly clumsy amble; his groin felt almost uncomfortably swollen, making him walk a little funny as he made a bee line for the open stall, popping the buttons of his fly open.

Nobody talked about that sweet little mouth on the other end; so soft and open, always eager to liberally drool over whatever cock was shoved rudely through the hole – but it wasn’t hard to guess who was on the other side, either.

The neatly trimmed, black beard was too distinctive to be anybody else but him.

McCree had never spoken to him beyond low grunts and muttered curses – he felt like that would spoil the fun. Maybe shatter the magic. He had no fucking idea.

He was hard and excited and Hanzo made a soft sound of delight at seeing how swollen he already was; the glans peeking from the fleshy foreskin, ready for his eager, gentle lips to push it back, bare it to his tongue slowly, leisurely rounding the smooth, ripe head.

McCree sighed, eyes closing, forehead leaning against the arms he had stacked against the wall.

“Yeah that’s it. That’s the spot. Yeaaah.” He groaned like a man getting his back scratched, hips gently fucking forward through the hole into the eager mouth presented just on the other side. He could feel the head rub against the soft palette, nudging against the resistance of Hanzo’s throat, and rumbled in appreciation when the other man swallowed around him, working, sucking, licking – making a mess out of the whole encounter.

McCree’s toes curled in his boots, balls feeling hot and swollen like grapefruits as he heard the slurping from the other side, and tried to imagine Hanzo’s lips pursed over the head of his cock, licking the pre-cum right from the source.

When he pulled back to cuddle with the cock, McCree could feel the soft scratch of his facial hair against his shaft – could feel himself nudge against Hanzo’s cheekbone.

“Goddamn, darlin’. Would pay you to jerk off into your hair, ain’t gonna lie.”

There was a soft sound on the other side at that; a low, strangled moan – Hanzo’s lips descending back on his cock, sucking him almost forcefully in, cheeks hollowed enough that McCree could feel them cushioning his dick.

“Goddamn,” he swore low and with feeling, kicking one dusty boot tip against the dividing wall, hips taking up in speed.

He didn’t know what they would do without their stress relief.

omg it’s a hard one to get out of w. your brother XD I had a friend (who plays OW) flat out ask if I was only interested in it for the porn. I just sat there for a while, speechless (I do want to play, but can’t for various reasons). He asked what kind of porn it was and I ended up sending him a link to all the stuff I have tagged with OW on my tumblr. He found it hilarious and interesting and was like “well, OW players are never shy about the porn when they play, so I’m not surprised” XD

haha yeah xD

well my family knows I write fanfiction and that it’s porn most of the time but I’ll still not go and rub it under their noses, that would be awkward xD