awww ye 😀 a smol dragonfuck + bit of brofuck after @bonebo gave me the idea :3c we’ve also been talking about how the dragon brothers were separated during Genji’s capture and how Hanzo is probably searching for his bro… which is not included here but might be at another time :3c monster bro fuck seems right up my alley :3cccc

also see this as a small appetizer for the upcoming brofuck compilation :3cccccc

Genji’s appearance: he’s basically a larger than average human with a long tail and dragonlike hindlegs

Zenyatta and Mondatta, while usually perfectly content with each other’s company – more than content, even – found themselves in the peculiar situation of being lonely after their move to Japan.

The house Mondatta had bought was big and beautiful; it was easy to feel at home in such a gorgeous scenery, nature practically at their fingertips – not able to stop staring at the soft sway of tree branches in the wind or the lively splash of the carps in their pond whenever they ventured close enough because the fish were intelligent and spoiled and neither of them had the heart not to throw them a few crumbs whenever walking by.

Still, it was surprisingly, almost disconcertingly empty feeling. Too big for two quiet, peaceful men.

It was easy to come to the conclusion that they needed to find a pet to occupy their time – have something to shower with love and affection other than each other.

And then they had met Genji.

.o.

“You will have no problems, will you? I will only be gone for a few hours…”

Mondatta has folded his tall frame almost in half, leaning above his brother still nestled in their bed. His long, smooth hands have framed Zenyatta’s face, keeping it tilted up for small, affectionate kisses against his soft lips.

Zenyatta is pliant for the treatment even though his brother’s constant worrying has him mildly annoyed. His arms are curled around Genji’s massive head lying on his slim chest and keeping him pinned to the mattress.

“Of course,” he murmurs against Mondatta’s mouth, feeling the constant swipe of his thumbs slowly come to a halt. “Genji will keep me company and be a very effective bodyguard for any eventualities.”

His hand pets down the rough fur on top of Genji’s head which in turn is trailing down in a stiff ridge along the dragonling’s spine and to the very tip of his long, strong tail. Genji rumbles behind the muzzle they still keep on him, going cross-eyed with pleasure.

Mondatta looks unsure for a moment longer, then nods and presses one last, chaste kiss against Zenyatta’s mouth with a wet little smack.

“Message me if anything is amiss.”

.o.

“G-Genji… hah… n-no…” His voice tilts up at the end, making his demand sound insincere and questioning. Not that the pet would have understood. Genji doesn’t make a sound; he simply pushes in deeper, his breath hot and humid, fanning against Zenyatta’s balls as he nudges between his legs.

His muzzle is lying to the side, forgotten after Zenyatta had carefully taken it off of him – seduced into it by Genji’s soft, docile cooing and the sweet glint in his eyes.

He’d all forgotten about the mechanics of the mask; how it had filtered all those interesting smells to not get the big dragon distracted, but oh how quickly he had gotten reminded.

Genji is gentle enough, he supposes; his large claws having carefully sliced Zenyatta’s thin leggings apart to get at the tender spots underneath, his long, strong tail whipping about and knocking over expensive furniture and pretty decorations.

Zenyatta hides his face behind his hands, moaning low and mortified, the sound choking off rather abruptly when he feels Genji’s tongue; long and serpentine as it slithers around his balls and then his cock, the split tip carefully, curiously tickling across the rosy glans.

“Genji!” he whispers against his fingers, scandalized, eyes going round with surprise as the huge dragon huffs and lets off of him just to crawl further up, large body easily blanketing him.

He can see their reflection in the dark screen of the large TV. He can’t believe Genji was doing this to him in the middle of the living room; with all the big windows, in the middle of the day…

Genji looks like he is grinning. His jaw is open, long, long, long tongue out and tickling the back of Zenyatta’s neck. His teeth are looking razor sharp, but he doesn’t seem inclined on using them any time soon. If any, he looks content with the situation.

And why should he not? He has his Master below him, warm and deceptively eager – nothing in the way of his…

“Oh…oh- o-o-… OH! G-G-GENJI!” Zenyatta grunts, rocking forward, arms curling around one massive claw right next to his head, eyes large and disbelieving at the wet nudge against the cleft of his ass.

In the reflection he can see the rough ridge of fur along Genji’s back stand up in excitement, his back curling into an arch, hips hunching down – and there it is again; the hot, wet drag of… of Genji’s… of his…

Zenyatta’s mouth drops open into a perfect, little oh. He is rooted to the spot, body hot and conflicted, staring at the large paw next to him, the sharp greenish claws digging into the expensive hardwood floor Mondatta had installed all over the house.

He feels the undulation of the large body above him, and again the dragon’s cock nudges against him; a brand along his skin as Genji is seeking, and seeking, and finding…

It is, impossibly enough, like his cock is having a mind on it’s own; carefully tickling long the cleft like the long tongue had done – and only when Genji rumbles, low and near-purring does Zenyatta realize he is moving into the touch; ass lifting, back forming a pretty little cup as he angles up into the creature…

His chest spasms when the tip catches against his dry rim, then glances off again. Despite having actively angled himself for it, he is surprised when Genji actually manages to find the target.

“Genji,” he whispers, smooth cheek pressing against the dragon’s strong arm. Zenyatta was no short man, but the pet was even larger; long and muscular and so very capable of getting its way if it would really put its mind to it.

Another swipe of the tail and another crash of the furniture.

Zenyatta’s ears are pulsing with the shame of it all when he feels Genji’s wet cock dribbling along his crack, the sensation making his hole clench and then bloom open, greedy and eager…

“Genji, no,” he says, whispers it, cheeks cherry red, smooth, nearly concave belly fluttering… everything inside him screaming Genji yes.

And then the pet hunches down once more, tongue out, lovingly tickling against Zenyatta’s ear, tasting him as his cock finally finds the target and he rocks in, the tip tapered and wet but still not enough for Zenyatta’s unprepared body.

Before he can cry out in alarm, however, another voice cuts through the air.

“Zenyatta!”

Zenyatta looks up, staring at the reflection in the TV – first at himself beneath Genji’s bulk, mouth hanging open, ass tilted up… then at Genji, maw stretched into an unmistakable grin as his body moves, humping, fucking… not getting deterred by the fact that Mondatta is right there at the door, his face a visage of shock, the folders he had been holding in his arms strewn across the floor.

“Z-Zenyatta!” his brother exclaims again, a little panicked lilt to his usually calm voice as he stumbles over, hands fluttering from Genji to his brother, seemingly unsure of what to do, as Genji fucks and crams his hot, thickening cock into the younger of his Masters –

And Zenyatta can’t do much; can’t explain himself because there is nothing to explain, not when his ass is on fire and his gut is so full with Genji’s cock sliding in deeper and deeper and deeper with seemingly no end in sight. He wonders if Genji will try to fuck right through his belly button, and the thought almost makes him forget the pain of his rim having to stretch around the pet’s cock.

He can hear the cracking of the floorboards as Genji stems his strong hind legs against it, long claws dug into the wood to get better leverage to fuck his Master – but most of all he can hear himself, positively wailing as his brother finally cups his face like he had done only hours before, thumbs so soft and soothing against his hot cheeks.

“Calm… Calm, Zenyatta,” Mondatta whispers against his lips, pressing little suckling kisses against them as Genji steadily works away on top of him, breeding his Master up almost gentle, his tongue still there, dragging against all the smooth, warm skin – and then curiously slipping between their lips.

“Everything is going to be fine, Zenyatta,” Mondatta murmurs, his own cheeks a dark red, eyes bright with… Zenyatta does not know what. He is petting across Zenyatta’s bald head, thumbing across the grid of dots above his eyebrows.

“Just… just let him take his fill… it will be over soon,” he croaks. “Just let him use your body…”

Zenyatta hiccups, wrenching his arms away from their clutch on Genji’s arm and throwing them around his brother’s shoulders; holding on for dear life as he got fucked by their pet, his cock chubby and pink between his smooth thighs.

Hearing his brother talk like that is doing things to him, even as Genji keeps dicking him deeper, still having more cock to cram into him, filling his intestines to an intense degree – to a point where Zenyatta is sure he had to push into his stomach sooner or later…

“Just let him use you,” Mondatta whispers into his ear, rubbing at his shoulders, both brothers getting rocked by Genji’s strong little thrusts into Zenyatta’s body. “I will rub you down later… take care of your body…”

Zenyatta groans, eyes slitted in pained pleasure, staring at their reflection in the screen and jerking in horrified lust as he sees the swell of his belly; pushed out like he is pregnant as their pet labors away above him.

“Oh… oh my,” he whispers, turning his head away, cock swinging between his thighs, dripping little pearls of pre-cum onto the floor. His rim is still burning from the intrusion; so very swollen and sensitive feeling, but he doesn’t think Genji is anywhere near done with him.

He doesn’t think Mondatta wants him to be anything near done with him.

For daddy kinks I’ve always liked Gabe being a daddy for his Blackwatch boys. It’s stressful, demanding, dirty business in BW where PTSD and burnout are constant problems, so he likes to take care of them by helping them unwind. They can just let go, leave it all behind, feeling safe and protected in his care because no matter what happens in the field he’ll always be there to bring them home.

Genji’s chin is lying in Gabriel’s hand; the only thing holding him up. His dark eyes are rolled up to watch his Commander’s face, their iris only a faint, glittering red.

He looks adoring; like he is not quite in this plane of existence; and when Gabriel reaches behind him with his other big hand, playing at some vital cables tucked into the nape of his neck, Genji’s eyes nearly roll up into his head.

“What a good boy you are,” Gabriel murmurs, shifting his knees apart, planting his elbow on his thigh to have a better grip on Genji’s jaw; cradling it until he is nearly holding his throat as well.

The cyborg is dropping more of his weight onto him; letting him carry all of it while Gabriel’s fingers slowly twist the thick cable within the socket. He could cause tremendous, crippling damange if he were to pull it out now, yet Genji almost goes cross-eyed with pleasure, gurgling vaguely behind his mask. He looks close to overloading and Gabriel hasn’t played with him for more than half an hour.

“You love it when Daddy takes his time with you, hm?” he murmurs, voice low and calm, twisting a bit more sudden; a bit more harsh at the cable.

Genji twitches as if in shock, eyes tearing up.

Angela has not yet modeled him a cock, but he is still capable of orgasms.

“Maybe we should wait for your brother… have him lick your little nodes until you overload…”

He lets go of the thick cables in Genji’s neck and slides around, pressing at the release mechanisms of his mask to pull it away. Genji is damn near drooling and snotty, mouth gaping softly as he enjoys the session, scarred, muscular body lax between Gabriel’s bracketing thighs.

“But you were such a good little boy for daddy,” he coos, hand going back to playing with Genji’s vital mechanisms after putting the mask to the side; “Such a good boy killing all those bad guys… You’re daddy’s pretty weapon, aren’t you?”

Genji is groaning low and drawn out. He nods – but only to turn his head and rub his face into Gabriel’s hand. Gabriel holds him; lets him wipe his wet mouth against the ball of his thumb.

He reaches towars the delicate little vents along his ribcage and blocks them with the pad of his thumb for small seconds; pressing down and releasing just as quickly because Genji doesn’t need much like this; just someone to play with his body; to croon at him low and soothing, even if it were just nonsense words.

Maybe he would go through the backlogs later – though Gabriel doubted it much.

He jerks with every little blockade of his vents, his mechanical whine gaining in desperation; urgency.

“You wanna come before your brother comes? He can make love to you later…”

Genji grunts, body slowly going taut; electricity practically crackling around him as his body primes itself for an orgasm.

“Yeah… good boy. Come for daddy. I’m so proud of you…”

:3c a gift to @robotfvckers … a sequel to their hot af fic you can find here

Gabriel can feel the sweat sliding down his throat. It itches but he is too disciplined to reach up and wipe at it – he merely looks on, impassive, hands folded behind his back, feet planted a precise shoulder width apart. He is quiet and unobtrusive, guarding the door and watching his boss fuck the little dancing monk.

It would be hypnotic; the clench and release of his ass between the smooth, brown thighs as he fucks him – if not for the soft, breathy moans accompanying his young Master’s ministrations, ensuring that Gabriel could not possibly zone out; couldn’t do anything but listen with rapt attention, cock pulsing in his trousers, sweat slowly beading on his forehead and sliding down his temples.

The monk is bound with silk; Gabriel had been very careful as he pulled him out of the fray of the other dancers – he should not be hurt by the bite of rough rope.

As is, he wonders if they would have needed the restrictions in the first place. He stares at the long, thin legs of the dancer – ungainly sprawled to both sides of his young Master’s hips, toes curling and smooth thighs clenching with every inward thrust, smooth and deep and coaxing out those delightful little noises.

He watches, transfixed, as the monk starts reciprocating; lifting his hips in shivery small jumps, hiccuping out needy groans behind the silky gag Gabriel had forced between his white little teeth.

Who would have thought what a little bombshell the young monk would be? Needing to get held down as his young Master comes, hands grasping a little desperately at the monk’s slim hips until he can hold him down and make him stay still as Genji rut in deep, humping, emptying himself with a low guttural groan; needing what undoubtedly was the warm, silky-wet clutch of the monk’s insides to steadily hug his cock as he filled him – Gabriel could see the pulse of his cock even from his position; the almost laborious swell and contraction of it.

His own cock is sensitive and swollen, tenting his pants obscenely – still, his face is impassive as his Master rolls from his little conquest and flops down next to him, idly glancing over to his bodyguard.

Gabriel’s eyes flick towards him for a second, shielded by the dark of his sunglasses, and then back to the monk who is lying there, breathing heavily, his slim chest with dark, small nipples rising and falling in big gulps as he is sprawled and sweaty, long slim cock dark with blood and painfully hard looking.

As Gabriel watches, a dribble of cum oozes from between his cheeks, sliding along the inner curve of his ass – and it mesmerizes him enough that his young Master has to repeat his question, mouth stretched into a broad satisfied grin.

“…You want a piece of that?”

.o.

Gabriel does.

He does want a piece of that.

His boss is a nice enough guy; for the spoiled son of a yakuza crime lord – but he’s never asked Gabriel if he wants a taste of the little sluts he pulls into his bed. Never asked if he wants to test drive one of them after he’s fucked them and left them pretty much bloated with cum.

Not that Gabriel has ever particularly wanted to get his dick into one of them. They were all pretty enough; gorgeous and exotic and just about interesting enough to pull his boss’s attention for a night.

This one, however…

He is loosening his tie marginally as he walks closer, eyes intent, peering over the rim of his glasses and watching as Genji pulls on the monk’s jutting hip, his facial expression impishly gleeful as he rolls him onto his front.

The monk grunts as his cock gets squished between his shivery belly and the mattress but he looks to be too uncoordinated to do anything about it.

What he does is flop uselessly: his long slim legs feebly kicking out, his plump ass – seemingly the only thing on his body that had any fat to speak of – jiggling for his captors’ viewing pleasure.

Genji cackles and grabs the soft cheeks roughly; kneads them first, then pulls them open, and Gabriel pulls in a sharp breath, hands dropping to his pants, eyes intent on the swollen, raw looking gape of the monk’s hole. It is messy; cum dribbling out even as his boss tries to push it back with rough fingers, making the monk whine and shudder under their watchful, heated gazes.

Gabriel doesn’t get naked. It is enough to have his cock out and his throat no longer restricted by the sharp knot of the tie. He is, if he is honest, a little nervous that his boss might think better of it. That the glazed-over stare he has on the monk’s little fucked out cunt means he is rearing up for a second round and will snatch it away right in front of Gabriel’s nose.

So he is a bit over eager as he grabs the dancer’s thin ankles and drags him close with a rough tug. They feel dainty in his large hands. It gets his blood boiling.

The monk groans at the treatment, his high cheekbones dark with a flush, eyes peeking back at both of them over his shoulder.

He doesn’t look afraid.

Gabriel wonders if that would have changed if he had been able to see his dick; obscenely swollen with blood. Thick and dark and looking like a weapon.

As is, he doesn’t have a clue what he’s in for.

His ass is as supple and squishy as it looks. It dimples eagerly beneath his grasping hands and feels like silk.

Gabriel can’t get enough of the brown of his skin; the sight of him naked and vulnerable before them when they both couldn’t have been assed to fully undress.

His hole is a goddamn mess; sticky and used-up and almost uncomfortably warm after getting reamed by his boss – but that makes the experience only better.

He is loose enough not to need any preparation; loose enough that he tilts his head forward and rests his forehead against the bedding when Gabriel nudges the tip inside.

He sighs and wriggles. He seems to think that is all; that he’ll get filled comfortably once more; will get fucked with the same rabbit thrusts that have warmed his belly up earlier.

Gabriel still has one hand around his ankle, making him bend his leg to the side, giving himself enough room to navigate. He is quiet, not speaking a word as he starts to slowly fuck inside. Let the little dancer realize his error on his own.

His boss is lounging to the side, fingers around his half-hard cock, still sticky from the dancer’s greedy insides, and they both can see the exact moment when he realizes-

His head shoots up.

He squirms.

He doesn’t look as comfortable anymore as Gabriel inches his way inside, the bulk of his cock starting to stretch him more and more. He looks uncomfortable, sweat springing up on his forehead as he glances back again, eyes wide, little sounds of near-distress spilling from his throat.

With his arms bound and one of his ankles still held firmly, there is little he can do about this. He capitulates laughably easy; the quivering grip of his insides slackens. He feels feverishly hot and swollen around Gabriel’s cock, probably from the reaming he’s had already, but even so, he is tight and welcoming around the fatter dick.

It squelches when he fucks in slow, even thrusts, cum frothing around his dick and sticking tacky in his pubes – and he never would have thought he would be into fucking the sloppy cunt of one of his boss’ whores, while his boss is watching him, nonetheless… but he kind of likes it.

Likes it a lot.

The dancer is responsive and sensitive, whining into his gag as he gets fucked slow and intimate, his ass having to stretch around a new girth and taking to it admirably. Gabriel has half a mind to push one hand beneath him and grab at his cock; give him a nice tight tunnel to fuck his slim pretty dick into, but something halts him before he can do so.

He listens to the low hiccups; the nasty squelch of his boss’ cum around his dick, and thinks that he doesn’t want to destroy the moment so soon. The dancer sounds mesmerizing in his desperation, ass clenching hot around him, quivering, milking; unconsciously perfect to take dick – and he doesn’t want him to stop too soon; have him think he can stop his desperate, clumsy little efforts and just melt into the bedding in a post-coital stupor.

His boss seems to be on the same page; because when Gabriel glances over, nostrils flaring, mouth pressed into a tight line as he fucks, Genji is grinning broad and mean, cock on its best way to be ready for another round…

And he wonders how long they can keep this up; fuck the little slut and warm his belly up with load after load, rubbing against the sensitive, overeager swell of his prostate and refusing to lend him a hand and let him come like he so obviously needs.

He wonders if he, too, will be allowed a second round; because he wants to fuck him on his back; hold his legs up and apart so his long, graceful dancer feet bounce in the air as he’s getting fucked like a cheap one-dollar-whore. He wants to be able to get at those meager little tits and bite at his tiny nipples until he is crying.

He wants to ruin the little dancer with the perfect cunt.

Another experiment. I never wrote docking before and I got… ~alerted~ to longer-than-average foreskins… I feel like this experiment went better than the last

@kirinlust @bonebo

McCree’s cock was… fascinating. Hanzo has never played with one that made him work to get his tongue at the glans; hidden in velvety foreskin even when fully erect; so erect that it was hanging at an awkward half-mast; trying to stand up but too heavy with blood to actually do so.

He’s never played with a cock that had such a generous fold of foreskin; one that he could suckle into his mouth, tongue questing to dip into the opening, searching for the blunt, sticky tip of McCree’s cock beneath.

McCree seemed to love it. There was no self-consciousness in his demeanor; he groaned and shifted, hips lifting, offering up his cock, watching with heavy lidded eyes as Hanzo slurped and sucked; getting everything messy with spit because there was no way he could neatly play with McCree’s cock; not when it felt so good to wriggle his tongue into the silky folds of the hood covering McCree’s glans and try to wriggle between foreskin and tip; lapping at the generous amounts of pre-cum gathered there.

The best – the most fascinating – thing about the whole situation, however, was when McCree half rolled on top of him with a low grunt, body hot and heavy against his side, murmuring: “Watch this” as he palmed his large fist around his big cock and jerked off lazily; showing Hanzo for a few moments how the foreskin would roll down and show off the smooth, wet tip of his cock before practically snapping across it once again; tight and a little rubbery and making Hanzo’s mouth water.

It was not the only thing – the main thing – that Jesse wanted to show him, though.

What he did want to show him was how good his foreskin felt around his cock – lining both of them up, tip to tip, his large fist having pulled back just to slowly glide upwards again; Hanzo watching, eyes wide, mouth hanging open as Jesse’s foreskin slipped smoothly across the wide head of his fat cock; and then easily – laughably so – enveloped the tip of his own dick.

It was… it was embarrassing; maybe even humiliating to watch how far it could engulf him; Jesse’s fingers eager to manipulate the silky skin; pulling and tugging on it, making it stretch farther to encompass more of Hanzo’s admittedly small cock… engulfing it more than halfway down before there really was no give any more to have – and Hanzo…

Hanzo couldn’t believe the feeling; the heat of the velvety skin around him; the wetness as Jesse’s generously leaking pre-cum seeped down and began wetting him; smoothing the way for Jesse to curl his big fist around the join of their cocks and jerk them off together, the movement not much but making Hanzo want to fuck forward; fuck into Jesse’s foreskin like he would deep dick a fleshlight.

Tears shot into his eyes, nose running as he felt the intense pleasure of bumping their sensitive tips together while getting fucked by Jesse’s generous, his… his long foreskin.

“Oh God,” he grunted, teeth gnashing, hand jerking up to claw at Jesse’s bicep. “Oh God…” He is wheezing, abdomen hot, cock jerking as the smaller tip bumps against Jesse’s dick; then glances off, dragging in a small circle around the fat glans; pressing against his foreskin from the inside until Jesse’s nostrils flare and he breathes deeper. Heavier.

Hanzo comes too fast. Way too fast. Humiliatingly fast. He jerks and gurgles, swallowing down the warning that would have come too late anyway as his hips start jerking and he does fuck Jesse’s foreskin after all, little aborted minute thrusts as he creams inside the silky folds until it bubbles out around his cock in an unbelievable mess.

Jesse slowly pulls back, dark eyes turned down, watching how rosy Hanzo’s cock looks even beneath the smear of cum. He keeps staring as he begins jerking himself; using Hanzo’s cum in his foreskin as lube; grunting low at the filthy squelching noises it makes.

A very tiny (*cough cough*) drabble with a shrunk Hanzo… I didn’t know what I was doing, it was my first time writing anything remotely like this, so it’s… rough.

I also don’t take the blame on me own, so I’m dragging @robotfvckers and @kirinlust down with me.

Winston had said the effects of the machine would not hold on for long; that they needn’t worry about any prolonged aftereffects.

Jesse wasn’t sure how right he was; he wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to forget the sight of Hanzo being shrinked to little more than thumb sized – and not for the reason anybody else wouldn’t be able to forget.

Yes, at first it had been funny; especially since Hanzo just stared back at their laughing faces with the utmost impassiveness. By now, almost a week later… it was… it was hot.

McCree couldn’t stop looking. Hanzo was as delicate as a tiny doll; his features so small and still so perfect, tiny body a marvel – and so very very familiar to McCree.

Familiar enough that he wondered how it would be if he…

.o.

He couldn’t believe Hanzo was letting him do this to him.

Sitting in his palm, letting himself get carefully peeled out of his perfect little clothes while leaning back, tiny hand bracing against the ball of McCree’s thumb.

He was showing off; arching his back, presenting his small tits with the minuscule pink nipples. When Jesse reaches for him, his blunt, large forefinger looked obscene; the rough skin almost too much for the small bump of Hanzo’s nipple. Still – he could feel the tiny peak. Could see Hanzo’s face go lax, mouth dropping open.

There was no way for him to fuck this miniature version of his lover; he had been thinking about it, feverishly, fucking into his fist, wondering if he could maybe, with just enough lube, squeeze the very tip of his pinky into that horribly tiny opening-

(He’d wondered, staring down at the sight of his big, brutish fingers curled around his big, brutish cock – how it would be to have Hanzo curled around it; lapping at the glans with his tiny tongue; playing with the silky, generous foreskin with both goddamn hands. He’d wondered how it would be to have Hanzo’s whole body curled around his dick and squeezing it like…-)

“Jesse…” Hanzo’s voice was barely audible to human ears; he flushed, pressing his lips into a straight, strict line. He didn’t like talking in front of any of them; still, his body was more than eloquent; naked and tiny and perfect, his little cock cautiously interested. He was just as confused over this developments as Jesse.

Jesse stared, curled his thumb around, brought it between Hanzo’s legs, holding his lover in the palm of his hand; and carefully, gently pressed it against those perfect, round balls; sitting small and delicate beneath the line of Hanzo’s cock.

Hanzo’s eyes went wide, thighs spasming around Jesse’s digit; then he moved: jack knifing forward and curling around the thumb, hugging to it tightly, eyes clenched shut in a way that Jesse was wondering if he had hurt him – until he heard the noise; the soft little sigh that Hanzo allowed himself before he started jerking his hips, his small ass dragging against the wide palm of Jesse’s hand.

He sat down carefully on the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving his lover making love to his goddamn thumb; dragging his junk against the rough skin of it.

He wondered how Hanzo would like to get licked; bathing him in his tongue. Maybe dragging it across that tiny, rosy hole he had.

Oh god…

Link/Sidon: “Bad boy. I thought we talked about not doing this?”

Sidon’s mouth drops open, rows of sharp teeth on display, long, tapered tongue lolling out as he watches Link’s hands sign quick and efficiently.

He looks attentive like a puppy, big eyes watching Link’s every motion while he sits there, caught, fingers still parting his cloaca and showing off the soft hole; flesh pink and wet and quivering.

“I’ve been gone for too long, haven’t I?” Link signs next, a frown on his face. “You need your little hole played with.”

The Prince’s face flushes faintly, the pearly white of his cheeks becoming rosy pink as his eyes first twitch to the side, then back towards Link and his small, strong hands.

“Please,” he whispers, finally taking his hand away when the hero of Hyrule steps closer, curling them at his shoulders – opening his big body up for whatever his little Master wants to do to him.

Link grunts but he is not signing anymore; instead, his hands are otherwise occupied – teasing around the little slip of Sidon’s cock cautiously sliding out and twining around his fingers as the other’s round the opening of his cloaca slow and firm in hypnotizing rounds.

Sidon whines through grit, sharp teeth, hips angling up, slimy cock curling lovingly around his little Master’s wrist. He knows he’s been a bad boy and Link will not let him come any time soon; but he loves the Hylian too much to be anything but pathetically eager for it.

“I bet that hurt good, didn’t it darling?” With mercyhog please but dom!mercy (maybe it involves some pegging?)

(I don’t usually write Mercy but this pairing was too good to pass up. Big fat boys getting dominated by ladies is… *heavy breathing* *sweating intensifies* it good)

Mercy furrows her brow, pulls in a deep breath, readies herself, then jerks forward, hips slamming against her sub without hurting; he is soft all over; a nice pillow for her to fuck against.

Still, he grunts, his head coming up; suddenly alert after almost dozing away from her meticulous slow preparations.

“I bet that hurt good, didn’t it, darling?” she coos, her small hands petting what she can reach. She looks ridiculously small behind his massive form, which only excites her more: she loves how this huge man is submitting to her. Wordlessly, gracelessly in most cases, but letting her play with him all the same.

He could probably crush her head in one of his meaty fists but he elects to be as docile as a kitten; even going so far as to let her fuck his massive ass. His hole is a sweet, untouched little thing; so responsive to her fingers as she started petting it.

Hog has been so very quiet; even more so than usually, though his breathing had been louder; deeper; more wheezing. She can’t tell if it is because he is lying mostly on his huge gut, or whether it comes from her innocent little strap-on fucking him – until, that is, she starts fucking him.

Her hands on his soft, wide hips, her brow crinkled in exertion as she tries getting enough leverage to really give it to him, though her gentle demeanor keeps her from being too rude; the dirty talk always transforming into gentle praise somewhere between her overactive brain and her mouth.

“God, you’re so good to me,” she murmurs, lying forward, small, soft tits pressing into the small of his back as she lies on him like she would on a bed, her hips rocking like in a dream, eyes going heavy lidded. She wants a video of her fucking him; wants to see how she is so tiny against his huge form; how ridiculous it looks when she dicks him – and how very sweet he is for her, his face all soft and gentle… his fat jiggling with every small jolt she can fuck into him.

Why don’t you move your hips for me, hm” please for mcreyes?

Jesse flushes dully. He looks a second away from throwing out a stupid one-liner and destroying the mood. Gabriel snaps his fingers once, sharp to get the man’s attention and murmurs: “Why don’t you move your hips for me, hm?” before Jesse can think of more than how uncomfortable the situation makes him.

McCree’s face shuts down and he turns his head away – which is a shame; Gabriel loves seeing when his boy has fun – but he does move; a slow swaying of his thick hips.

He moves slowly, tests out the waters, and when Gabriel just keeps watching, he garners some momentum and slowly lifts his arms, hands grabbing at his messy hair.

Gabriel hums low, rough, is mesmerized by the sight of Jesse’s biceps flexing; the tight shirt stretching impossibly across his shoulders and wide chest.

He dances to no music other than the soft jingling of his spurs whenever he shuffles his feet; turning slightly to let Gabriel have a better view of his broad hips; the strong profile of his thighs and the roundness of his ass.

“Magnificent,” Gabriel sighs, slipping a little lower, fiddling with a cigarette.

Jesse’s face is mostly obscured; turned away and angled towards the floor as it is – but between the strands of his messy hair he can see the sharp white grin of the man.

Seems his boy has found the merit in the task after all.

That’s it, keep cumming – mchanzo pls?

“Thaaat’s it,” McCree croons, eyes alight on Hanzo’s face. It is twisted, eyes clenched shut, teeth bared; glinting with sweat as he shudders, the impressive muscles of his belly clenching again and again. “Keep coming, babydoll.”

Hanzo’s hands are at his head, fingers curled into his palms. That he hasn’t tried to reach for Jesse yet – tried wrenching his hand away from his cock or push his fingers out from his ass – speaks volumes about the insane self-discipline of his submissive.

He can’t believe how much Hanzo is coming; how his cock hasn’t stopped lazily drooling cum for almost a minute now – the wet dick flexing in McCree’s loose grip as his fingers press against Hanzo’s prostate with unrelenting but gentle pressure, minutely rubbing to stimulate him.

There are tears at the corners of his eyes, and as Jesse watches, one tear rolls down his his temple, vanishing in his greying hair. He looks like he is being tortured; the pool of cum on his stomach widening and slipping in sticky drops down the sides of his shivering belly.

“Good boy. That’s it. Damn, babydoll… you were being so good for me, were you? Not touching your pretty cock for days, just like I said… look how much you can come for me.”

Hanzo’s jaw unclenches for just a moment; long enough to let him sob, his head throwing back, throat stretched and bulging, flushing a dark red as he keeps coming on Jesse’s finger, his body shaking and hips jerking in small thrusts up and back; jittery as if he were being electrocuted – more tears slipping from his eyes.

“Just a little longer,” Jesse croaks, boyishly fascinated by Hanzo’s absolute submission. “Just a tiny bit longer.”

“you’re such a good boy” reinhardt/reaper please? <3

“You’re such a good boy.”

Reinhardt has to strain to nuzzle at Reaper’s cheek, big hand tightening around his thigh, keeping him close as he rocks into him from behind.

Reaper doesn’t have too much leverage lying on his side, but he still tries his best to get away when he hears Reinhardt cooing at him, the tips of his ears burning and his clawed fingers digging holes into the comforter.

“Shut up,” he growls. Reinhardt chuckles like it is the sweetest thing and rubs his bearded chin along Reaper’s shoulders. He gently nudges forward, pushing in deeper in a slow, unrelenting press that has Reaper groaning and wheezing, breath seemingly punched out by the mind boggling stretch of Reinhardt’s cock.

“Pretty little cocksleeve.”

Reinhardt glances down, watching the soft girth of reaper’s cock against his thigh; drooling out cum and making a mess out of everything; getting milked by the sheer pressure of Reinhardt’s massive cock pressing against his prostate and not moving more than a couple inches with the man’s almost lazy rocking.

“Letting me milk you like a good boy… You love it when I deny you your orgasms, don’t you?”

He kisses Reaper’s hot ear, eyes fluttering closed when that warm little hole clenches down tightly around him.