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i couldnt sleep last night cuz i couldnt stop thinking about hanzo grinding his pretty little puss across reins big, soft cock, trying his best to get him hard, but no luck, so he settles for nuzzling into it, nipping at his foreskin and licking stripes up the side like a good little kitten.

foreskin play is suuuuupeeerrrr goooooodddddd

after the comic I want Gabe getting his foreskin played with tho… or maybe playing with McCree’s because Jesse has big ol’ foreskin for his big ol’ dick

Virgin Gabe stuck in a spreader bar while, dilf Genji eats him out and takes his sweet time preparing him? An ass like that has to be savoured, especially on it’s first time getting fucked. Gabe just wants to hurry and get on with it, all keyed up and horny, drooling into the pillows and trying to demand he move faster

mmmhhh ❤ almost want it to be some stuck-in-the wall kink at that point. Blackwatch Commander Genji wants to recruit Gabriel for some honeypot mission/stake out a brothel. Which is when he inadvertently finds out that Gabriel is a virgin :’ )

Reaper’s drugged up (Moira experimenting on him or maybe someone tried to capture him, idk) and Sombra takes advantage of him being so docile and compliant.

When she drags her sharp fingernail along the metal supporting Reaper’s spine, the running lights along the side light up and the plates shift against each other.

Reaper doesn’t make a sound other than his heave, consistent breathing. When Sombra flicks her fingers, she can see the pull of the nanomachines urging the big bulk of his body around and onto his back.

His eyes are glassy and soft looking; as soft as his beard when she pets it gently, scratching beneath his chin.

“Dulcito,” she croons, crawling up unto the cold table Moira left him on.

He doesn’t react other than turning into the petting, his heavy eyes starting to close sleepily. She needs to snap her fingers in front of his nose a few sharp times before he blearily opens up again.

“Don’t sleep yet,” she murmurs, “I got work for you.”

He seems to wake up a bit more, still, when she crawls further up, taking his head between her thighs. His big hands move upwards clumsily, and she helps them find her ass and hips.

“There you go. Good boy.”

Moira would give her hell again if she left him messy and needy, but she figures the good doctor must enjoy it one way or another – otherwise she wouldn’t leave him unprotected like this after having pumped him full of whatever.

His tongue is long and cool but slippery, and he licks slow and patient at her; sweetly docile and needing her approval for every step of the way.

Drugged-up Gabriel was the best in Sombra’s opinion. So unguarded. A little kitten looking for love.

She rocks her hips, presses down on his jaw, makes him struggle weakly when he can’t breathe for a bit longer than is comfortable, then lifts up again, moving so he can focus on her throbbing clit.

“Need to find out what she pumps you full of,” she murmurs.

For the baby prompts! Pup McCree popping his knot early and embarrassing himself when pack Alpha Gabe presents to him for the first time (kinda a continuation of that pup McCree fic you did a while back) thanks boo

“What are you waiting for, kid?” Gabriel twists his hips at the waist sinuously, swerving his ass in a way that should be illegal. “Don’t got all day…”

It is enticing for sure – especially coupled with the spicy, warm Alpha smell permeating the air; thick enough that Jesse wants to follow it to the source and sniff and lick at the big man’s junk.

Gabriel looks back over his shoulder. The kid is not a kid anymore. Not really. Jesse is big, shoulders bulky and hips still boyishly slim. He’s hairy, too – especially under the arms where he is stupidly proud of it; and Gabriel’s belly does a slow, delicious flip when he watches him stand there, all bravado gone, hand’s on his dick as if to shield it.

Gabriel twists his hips again; sees how Jesse’s dark eyes follow the motion, his wide mouth dropping open to taste the pheromones in the air.

“Jesse,” he sing-songs with a smooth, coaxing voice, angles his knees farther apart. “Come here.”

Jesse jerks to life and follows the command obviously on autopilot. He is drilled to obey his commander’s voice, and Gabriel preens as he sees the flush on his cheeks.

The kid kneels behind him, big hands on Gabriel’s hips, and he can hear him breath out forcefully when he stretches cat-like and lowers his upper body down, arms outstretched before him.

Relaxed. Unconcerned about presenting like this to another Alpha. To feeling Jesse’s fat cock slide along his crack.

“Boss,” Jesse murmurs and shuffles closer; he gets his slim hips practically plastered against Gabriel’s ass, his hipbones sharp against him. Still needs to be fed some more, this one.

“You like this?” Gabriel asks, watching him over his shoulder. He can feel the wetness of Jesse’s dick; tacky and warm against his tailbone. Jesse nods wordlessly and swallows hard. Leans across Gabriel’s back and whines when he can’t blanket him like he is probably used to from Omegas and their generally smaller figures.

Instead, he curls his arms around Gabriel’s torso and holds on for dear life as he starts to jackrabbit against him; fucking the cleft of his ass.

It is not what he wants, exactly, but he still purrs for him. Gabriel knows when to use a treat instead of reprimands.

It is only when Jesse suddenly falters, his little whines taking on a decidedly desperate edge that Gabriel realizes maybe letting him rut like this hasn’t been a good idea after all.

Before he can buck him off and make him calm down, there is the hot splash of cum against the small of his back, Jesse fucking like a man much younger than he, biting at Gabriel’s shoulders and neck as he knots the fucking air like a pup.

“McCree,” Gabriel groans, forehead falling against the sheets, annoyed and still hot for a fuck, and quietly pleased with how much he has been able to rile Jesse up with so little.

Jesse just whimpers, and presses his hot, humiliated face between Gabriel’s shoulder blades.

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can we get a bit of that endeavor/anal slut toshi content? :>

“All Might.” Endeavor says the name slowly and with rancor. His fist is hard in Toshinori’s slicked-back, blond hair – Allmight’s slicked-back, blond hair – and rips on it almost brutally, forcing him back onto his cock with the unrelenting grip alone.

Endeavor’s cock, like the rest of him, is massive. Unrelenting. He touches of Toshinori only what he absolutely must, which is… enough, Toshinori supposes. It has to be.

The number of people who will fuck Allmight is so very very low that he will take what he can get. Especially with Endeavor.

Endeavor halts shortly, shifts behind Allmight, and puts one booted foot up on a crate for better leverage. When he resumes fucking, Toshinori feels like he is fucking right through his belly.

His rim burns from too-little slick, and he loves every second of it.

“If only the people could see their precious All Might now,” Endeavor says, not bothering to quieten his booming voice any; he is daring for people to find them in the school closet; daring someone to open the door and see All Might bend over and taking his cock, dick bouncing between his thighs, untouched and ignored.

Endeavor wouldn’t fuck Toshinori – wouldn’t spare a single glance for him outside of his Allmight persona – but he shudders to think about how it would be. He would destroy Toshinori on his cock. Fuck like a mad man.

The thought is thrilling and frightening at the same time.

“Endeavor,” he groans low, and only gets a sharp, brutal pull on his hair for his trouble.

“Silence.”

Allmight nods dutifully. He feels like his hair must stand on end by now. As messy as it is when he is Toshinori.

Endeavor fucks into his belly, stretches his rim until his eyes burn. He doesn’t want his body to heal the pain, but he knows it will regardless.

Endeavor leans forward, hand rough in the blond mane; keeping Allmight’s big body curved like a bow.

“Not smiling now, are you?” he purrs. He smells of smoke, the fire of his beard enough to make Allmight sweat.

Allmight’s facial muscles spasm as he tries to grin, ass clenching around the big dick of the eternal #2 of the heroes, and Endeavor roars, pulls back, starts up a new, punishing rhythm.

Toshinori groans low in his chest, imagines he can feel every centimeter of the wet slide through his guts. He hopes Endeavor will fill him up this time instead of jerking off all over the backs of his thighs and the ruined gape of his hole – but he will take what he can get.

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For the baby prompts, maybe omega Lúcio getting knotted for the first time by alpha Doomfist or Reaper?

“Breathe,” Reaper murmurs, the sound drawn out and vague like the rest of his mildly smoking body. He encompasses Lúcio everywhere; blanketing his slim back and curling around his sides. Petting his tight, quivering belly.

Lúcio feels the pressure against his hole and whines, head following the gentle press against his neck to let it hang long. His dreads slide over his shoulders, exposing the slim column of the back of his neck.

Reaper conquers it just as he has conquered the rest of the Omega’s body – self-assured and calmly.

“There you go…”

His hips shift closer, the tip of his cock slowly pressing inside. Lúcio’s fingers curl into the sheets, the fine muscles of his shoulders bunching up in mild protest to the intrusion.

Reaper purrs; a sound that can be felt just as much as it can be heard, and Lúcio’s teeth almost rattle with it.

There is no way of tensing up when Reaper is feverishly hot and rumbling all around him. His skin feels firm, despite the tendrils of smoke curling away from him.

He fucks slow and gentle. Patient. No force in the world could make this Alpha lose his composure and the knowledge makes Lúcio shiver more than the unbelievable stretch of his cock spearing into him.

Nothing seems as easy as submitting to Reaper; simply riding the waves and letting his upper body melt into the sheets, muscles becoming soft and receptive.

“Good…”

He can feel Reaper’s hand slide along his side, then around his lower abdomen. Cupping. Holding. Bracing him. Reaper’s tongue drags across the back of his neck, then the top of his hot, burning ears.

Gentling him as the Alpha presses in deep and unrelenting; holding him nice and secure when the already improbable stretch becomes frightening and impossible.

“Shhh… shh…” he whispers sinuously as Lúcio’s tongue is lolling out, helpless whines slipping from him; feeling as small as he’s never felt before in that moment.

The sound of Reaper’s voice is terrifying for some; he might seem harsh and emotionless – but Lúcio would follow its sound anywhere.

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