Idk if you’d wanna write this but. Please think about Dva teasing s76 in public. Putting a little vibe egg on the tip of his dick… or just grabbing his package under the table, or sitting (grinding) on his lap somewhere

“I wanna watch more Disney movies.”

D.Va looks unfazed while the others groan and shake their heads. She merely buries deeper beneath the blanket thrown across her, Jack, and Reinhardt, and pouts.

“I think we should put up a vote,” Genji suggests, sitting on the floor, back rigid – and not fooling anybody that he wasn’t leaning back against his tranquil master floating behind him.

The vote is inconclusive; just as many for the idea as there are against it – until Winston notices that one of them hasn’t thrown up his hand.

“Jack,” he says gently, big paws carefully cleaning his glasses. “What are you voting for?”

The soldier jerks a little, seemingly thrown out of deep thoughts. He blinks slowly, mouth opening, then closing, then frowns.

“What… was the question?”

“You want to watch more Disney movies with me, right?” D.Va interjects before any of the others can, throwing him a wheedling grin and lying her head on his shoulder. “Pleeeaaasssee?”

She looks innocent and sweet; not like she has her fingers on his balls, gripping them tight and unfriendly, sharp fingernails digging through the sweatpants he was wearing.

Sweat springs up along his hairline. He sits very still – like a rabbit in front of the snake.

“I….” he drags the one syllable long, his voice cracking and drawing confused gazes from the others. “That’s… fine by me.”

Some groan in exasperation, other’s just take it in stride.

Nobody sees how D.Va is stroking his cock beneath the blanket for the rest of the movie night; lets his silky member slide between her fingers in some twisted treat where he is never allowed to come.

McCree/Lúcio/Reaper Commission

Commissioned by the very generous and patient and sweet @carbonoid-nsfw (who I can’t tag properly, thank you tumblr -_-).

We were talking about virgin!Lúcio getting trained by McCree and Reaper a while back and they wanted to know more about that loveliness with lots of Lúcio getting messy ❤

Lúcio hadn’t even been on McCree’s radar the first time they met; sure, the kid was cute – and damn pretty – but also hung out with D.Va and Tracer most of the time; there weren’t really any connections between the two and Jesse was just lazy enough not to want to persue anything; preferring to sit and enjoy the view of cute dimples and a nice perky bubble ass bouncing up and down while the kids played video games.

All of that changes drastically one hot late Summer evening with only a few of the usual suspects lounging around in their own sweat – too hot to do anything but groan, but also too lazy to drag themselves away into cooler rooms of the base.

McCree is about to doze off, hat pulled down into his face, eyes still wandering amelessly beneath the wide brim, and fixating on Lúcio and D.Va sitting at the counter across the room, slurping ice cream – when it happens.

When his obsession starts.

He thinks it’s a trick of the light at first; but it happens again and again – a little shimmer of metal making itself apparent right there in the middle of Lúcio’s tongue.

The kid has a fucking piercing; a fat little ball snuggling against the plush red of his tongue.

McCree is hooked.

.o.

It was not as hard to get into Lúcio’s pants as he had initially thought. It was, to the contrary, ridiculously easy because of one reason that one should not be remiss in taking into consideration: Lúcio was a slut.

He was eager for praise and happy to give love and he was fucking wild for cock, if how he was snuggling on McCree’s lap and reaching again and again for the big bulge in his slacks was anything to go by.

It was almost too quick for Jesse. His mind reeled; he could barely comprehend how his half-assed plan had actually worked; asking Lúcio over to look at a made-up wound, and go from there…

What the fuck had he said? What glorious thing had he said to earn himself a lap full of the short young man and his hot little body wriggling in badly concealed excitement? He needed to remember for future endeavors but he couldn’t keep his head straight; not when Lúcio was begging for a kiss, lips a little open and wet as he offered them up, and… damn McCree thought he’d be better than this. He’d hoped he’d get this far, of course. He’d kinda planned for this to happen – but in the end, he hadn’t thought it actually would happen.

That he’d get to kiss Lúcio; gentle his over eager mouth down into a slow, sensual drag of lips; experience first hand that yes the kid did indeed have a piercing and he hadn’t been imagining things in his half-dead overheated state.

“Easy now,” he wheezes. He has to lean away from Lúcio’s eager mouth; hands on his shoulders to hold him back from seeking more sucking kisses and offer his little tongue up like candy. It feels like he unleashed something and he dimly wonders whether he can even deal with it; with Lúcio slithering down between his knees and eagerly pulling at the fly of his jeans, eyes big and brown and pretty as he peeks up at Jesse’s sputtering face; or how he fucking snuggles with the cock he pulls out; rubs his cheek against the warm shaft and smears the sticky head against his goatee as he obviously tries to hype himself up into giving him a kiss; letting him dip into the warm cave of his unused pretty mouth.

Or… was he even…? McCree feels his cock flex in Lúcio’s clumsy grip, toes curling in his boots.

“Sweetheart,” he grates out, hand cupping the side of Lúcio’s face, thumb rubbing across the patch of his goatee. “Never done this before, have you?” Lúcio squirms on the spot, tilts his head, rubs his cheek into the cup of McCree’s palm and then snuggles in against the wiry thatch of pubic hair more firmly – almost defiantly.

He doesn’t say anything, but still his answer is clear enough. His skin feels feverishly hot to the touch; especially the tip of his ear that McCree playfully pinches between his fingers.

“Could take a picture of ya and show it t’ the world. Lookin’ damn gorgeous with a dick in your hands. Little virgin slut…”

Lúcio groans at that; lips wet and parted against the swollen tip of McCree’s cock, eyes going a little glassy as he rolls them up to look at him; shy and pleading. Jesse grits his teeth, thumb sliding over to push between Lúcio’s lips; fuck into his warm, welcoming mouth and rub across the soft tip of his tongue.

“Yeah? You’d like that?” he whispers, belly a tight clench of need. “You’d love having another cock to play with, don’t you?”

Lúcio closes his eyes, mouth falling open, hands gently squeezing McCree’s cock between their sweaty, excited palms.

“Shit,” McCree rasps, chest feeling tight (and balls even tighter; full and ripe – ready to unload across the gorgeous brown face and mark him up) “Ya gonna kill me, sweetheart.”

He wonders what Lúcio will look like suckling cock for the first time. He wonders how that piercing will feel pressed against his flesh, sitting hard and smooth right in the middle of the plush tongue.

Lúcio is cooing. He’s going at his dick like it’s a small, cute animal, and McCree should probably feel offended by it but he can’t bring himself to when Lúcio looks so fucking enamoured with his cock. Like he’s not ready to let it go any time soon. Like he’ll strangle it in his need to get it to come for him, hands a little too tight around the base, holding it so he can tongue messily at the slit.

McCree fumbles for his phone and nearly drops it to the ground in his haste to get it right side up and open Snapchat. His head is pounding, and his cock is flexing and he wonders how fucking lucky one single man could be when he takes a picture of Lúcio’s near ecstatic face as he liberally drools over the toy he’s gotten himself.

‘He’s a virgin’ the message across the bottom of the picture reads as he sends it off to the one person he knows without a doubt will understand how to properly… react.

.o.

“McCree. How did you even get your hands on that?”

Reyes sounds almost disgusted, and the glance he throws McCree is definitely pissed even as he helps Lúcio to take his cock; big hands around the boy’s head to keep him from choking himself in his enthusiasm like he did earlier.

Lúcio is gazing up at them with glassy eyes and utter reverence, lips looking obscene stretched around Reyes’ cock. His cheeks are dimpled with the force of his over-eager suckling and McCree watches with a dry mouth as Gabriel’s thick fingers dance across the dip before he guides Lúcio deeper onto his dick and turns his head just so – uses the kid as a god damn fleshlight to rub the head of his cock against his cheek from the inside and make it bulge.

McCree squeezes the base of his cock tightly at the sight. He is mumbling something – thinks at least that he is answering Reyes – but his attention is on the pretty brown body stretched out between Gabriel’s thighs like an offering.

Reyes had taken command over the situation the second he had set foot into McCree’s room, and Jesse had to admit – even if only to himself – that he was kinda glad for it. He’d watched with his cock wet from Lúcio’s greedy mouth, as Gabriel had pulled the kid out of his clothes with big, surprisingly gentle hands while constantly murmuring in his ear; and kept watching as Lúcio seemed to melt against the Commander, face getting darker with a flush, fingers curling into the tight shirt Reyes was wearing, young, sleek cock curving up towards his belly with excitement.

He hadn’t expected Reyes to be such a sweet talker – whatever it was he was crooning at Lúcio as he tickled fingers along the underside of the boy’s cock and made him jerk – and if Jesse had wondered whether Lúcio would be put out at the sudden company, his fears were thoroughly assauged at the way Lúcio mewled and practically tried climbing Gabriel on the spot; easily coaxed from one cock to the other.

“Gorgeous, little treat,” he is mumbling now, metal hand sliding along Lúcio’s back – watching him shudder from the cold and lift his hips as the smooth fingers slip teasingly into the inviting little valley he has there.

He crouches down, helps himself to hands full of the perky ass and pushes his cheeks apart to get a nice, good look at the young man’s hole. It looks almost obscenely tender, the little muscle twitching under his scrutinizing gaze.

“Hey little whore. This is where the action’s at.” Jesse glances up sharply at the miffed tone and catches the tail end of Reyes pushing Lúcio’s head back around; he must have wanted to see what McCree was up to; chin messy with spit and cheeks sticky from rubbing Reyes’ cock against them.

McCree watches Lúcio strain back forward, mouth open, eager to suckle the fat brown cock back down again – only for Reyes to restrain him with a fist around the thick braids.

“Nah-ah. Not so fast. You were awfully quick letting my poor dick go just now; you can’t just dive back in as if nothing’s happened.” There was the creaking of the mattress to be heard as Reyes settled in for the long haul. McCree grinned and licked his fingers; let them drag across Lúcio’s hole and listened to the little whimper from above, pretty ass clenching for him.

“Get your tongue out. Show it to me. Yeah, good boy. Ah – but what’s that? Little virgin boy got himself a slutty piercing… Who’d’ve known.”

Gabriel, obviously; he’d seen the picture McCree sent him earlier; the piercing gleaming and in full view as Lúcio had used his cock as an ice cream cone. He looked up now; dragged his scruffy chin across Lúcio’s ass as he placed it there while gently rounding and petting his hole – occasionally dipping down to cup his tender, naked balls. The thought of Lúcio carefully shaving them had his belly clench in sudden, hot need of seeing it.

Reyes was grinning. It looked fucking feral and if McCree had been on the receiving end, he wasn’t sure whether he’d been able to still keep it up at that point. Lúcio didn’t seem to have any compunctions, however; just rocked his hips back a little, showing Jesse the wink of his gorgeous, brown little hole which he gave a little experimental kiss because he couldn’t fucking help himself.

Above, he could hear Lúcio’s whining gasp.

When he glanced up, lips still rubbing across the virgin hole, tongue dabbing at it just to be a teasing bastard, he could just about see Reyes fingering Lúcio’s obediently stretched tongue, the other hand holding his jaw in place so he wouldn’t lunge for Reyes’ cock bobbing fat and inviting just centimeters in front of his nose – or turn and look back again, watching what the fuck McCree was doing to his inexperienced, pretty cunt.

“Why’d a little boy like you get a piercing like that?”

“I…” Lúcio hesitates and McCree huffs a warm laugh right against the twitching muscle before he presses another open mouthed kiss against it – keeping just enough of Lúcio’s attention to keep him scatterbrained and twitchy, and still catch what the hell Reyes was doing. This was going to be a good one. “I just…”

Lúcio was speaking with a lisp; not even trying to get Reyes to stop fondling his tongue and the piercing, and just taking the degradation. What a good boy he was.

“No. Don’t give me that I just bullshit. We all know why you got it.” Reye’s biceps bulged and McCree was entranced by the sight of it; he imagined his former Commander was petting the soft, pink tongue with two fingers; just lovingly rubbed them across the length of it, teasing around the ball of his piercing – and not caring about Lúcio drooling down his chin.

Jesse closed his eyes, hand trailing down to fist his cock and give it a slow, loving drag from bottom to tip while pressing almost chaste kisses against the wrinkled hole; ears open for the conversation above.

“You wanted to be pretty didn’t you? Little boy with his slutty piercing in pretty brown eyes… tell me all about it.”

“I… I got dared to do it.. Online.”

McCree groaned softly into the smooth skin behind Lúcio’s balls, fingers squeezing around the tip of his cock – then slid back up, rubbing his scruffy chin against the tender skin. Lúcio twitched, knees getting restless.

“Keep your eyes on me, whore. So you did it on a dare? Are you a slut that does what random people on the net tell them to do? Did you like it?”

There was a beat of silence in which McCree could clearly hear Lúcio’s breath – fast and panting and definitely excited. McCree chose that moment to finally give him a proper lick – tongue dragging flat and wet from just behind his balls up and across the clench of his hole. Lúcio jerked again, an almost distressed cry ripping from his throat – but he answered all the same, voice shaky: “Yes! Yes I liked it. I was…”

“Hmmmmm…” Reyes breathed sinuously. Jesse shuddered, even as he started focusing more on his task; tongue rounding the tight virgin clench of Lúcio’s ass again and again and again. “You were hard, weren’t you? Got your tongue out for some guy to pierce it and got hard in your lil baggy pants?”

Lúcio sobs, body practically vibrating between the two men; caught between a rock and a hard place.

“Yes! I was so hard. Th-thinking about showing it off to… to someone. Letting them – use me?”

“Is that a question?” Reyes sounded like he was enjoying this immensely. McCree definitely did; thumb playing with his loose foreskin and pushing it across the vulnerable head of his cock, then back again – letting it drag salty pre-cum across his heated skin as he mindlessly rimmed Lúcio; getting him wet with spit. “No… ‘course it’s not a question, dejada. You want to be used like a cumrag. You’re lying awake at night, fisting that gorgeous little dick of yours thinking about men like me and McCree putting you in your place, don’t you? Shootin’ your little boy load fantasizing about your tongue in our hairy asses and your cunt on a silver platter for a good, thorough dicking.

“Oh yeah, I know sluts like you. Even as a pretty, little virgin you’re dying for some cum to warm your belly. Probably been lickin’ it off your fingers whenever you rubbed one out, eh?”

McCree had no idea what the expression on Lúcio’s face looked like but the low, dirty laugh Reyes let out was answer enough.

Fuck, but Reyes had a way with words. Sounding understanding and insulting in equal measures until Lúcio was squirming between them; whimpering and totally forgetting to clench his nervous little pussy up so McCree could fit his tongue inside and rub it against the silky, spongey walls.

“That’s all right, boy. C’mere. Papi got a nice treat for sloppy whores that get their tongues pierced. Yeaaah that’s right. Open up nice and wide. Gonna clean your throat with my cock, nene.”

–

The kid, in many ways, reminded Gabriel of McCree. He’d been just as greedy – desperate – for cock; made the same mindless, little noises in the back of his throat when sucking dick; got just as excited and shivery when he got his ass played with like McCree did to him just now.

In other ways, he was totally different. The air of a well-trained cockwhore wasn’t present with this one. Of course.

There were tears in the corners of his eyes and clear fluid glistening at the bottom of his nose whenever Gabriel pushed in a little deeper and made him gag, nostrils flaring, fingers digging into the bedding. He was trying so hard not to have a coughing fit and bite accidentally – it was quite remarkable.

His little tongue felt like sin; weakly fluttering up and rubbing against the veiny shaft whenever he thought of doing so; the hard ball of his piercing clearly tangible as it pressed against his flesh.

He reacted to praise just as violent as he did to insults; little “pretty baby”s getting the same mindless gurgle of need as the “used up slut”s. Lúcio took it all and would’ve thanked him for it if Gabriel had demanded it and his mouth wasn’t full, throat bulging as Gabriel tried to teach him how to take his cock down, only for the boy to start gagging again, tears sliding down his cheeks and drool slipping from the corner of his mouth.

McCree, for his part, seemed just as transfixed by the happenings as the kid himself. Peeking along the slope of the gorgeous brown back, Reyes could just about see the top half of McCree’s blissed out face; the way his shoulder moved as he jerked himself while licking and sucking away at the pretty peach that was the kid’s virgin hole.

Yeah… that cunt. They’d get to that later. Slow and steady; make it spread around their fingers until they could comfortably stuff him. Have him sit on their dicks and cry with the spread and – fuck but that was a nice image.

The pretty DJ distraught from taking cock for the first time and getting his little puss stretched out…

“Hey,” he grunts, one hand sliding onto the back of Lúcio’s head preemptively, eyes narrowed in concentration as his gut starts tightening up. “Brace yourself. Gonna be a good boy and swallow it all, yeah?”

And – bless his heart – the boy looks up at him with wet, wide eyes, brow sweaty and shoulders jerking whenever McCree does something, and he god damn nods. Eager whore flutters his tongue clumsily against Reyes’ dick, presses his piercing against it and looks so determined to…

Gabriel grits his teeth as he comes, hand tight and restricting, holding Lúcio in place even when he realizes what was happening, eyes widening that little bit more, throat first bulging then constricting as he tries in vain to swallow the thick load of cum that Reyes pumps into him.

After seconds it starts spilling out the corners of the boy’s mouth, past his cock, dripping thick and creamy down his chin while Lúcio sputters and gags, more tears slipping down his cheeks and panic making his body shake uncontrollably.

Gabriel does have mercy, then – pulls out with one big fist around his cock and a grit out “Close yer eyes”, keeping the dark, swollen tip aimed straight at Lúcio’s face. He is aware – barely – of McCree groaning and sitting up; furiously jerking his cock and baring his teeth like a dog as he aims for the kid’s brown, gorgeous bubble butt; but ultimately can just stare at Lúcio’s face dripping his load.

It is sliding across the bridge of his nose and the lid of one eye; streaked across his cheeks and dripping out of his panting open mouth with his tongue lolling out in exhaustion.

He looks wrecked – and still tries to grin; shy and hopeful, one brown eye faithfully glancing at Reyes like he hung the fucking moon and stars.

“Damn, kid,” he murmurs, chest feeling warm as he wipes a bit of cum away with his thumb and offers it up; watching as Lúcio eagerly suckels it in. When he glances up, McCree has the stupidest, shit eating grin on his scruffy face and gives him a thumbs-up.

Reyes wants to bash his head in, but he can’t help feeling fond when it’s been the ingrate that put this gorgeous little treat right at his feet.

omfg gentle dom lucio/angry sub reaper HEALING SEX PLS because reaper needs LOTS OF GENTLE LOVING DEEP DICKING to convince him he deserves nice things

BUT! Lúcio takes a long friggin’ time to work up to the penetration part even without his partner having baggage; and Gabriel won’t say a word about other partners (probably because he doesn’t even realize it’s been abusive), but it’s really not hard to figure it out, right? Lúcio is a really clever boy and Gabriel is a moody edgelord.

So yes. Just imagine that first time…

“Will you kneel for me?”

The lethargy after the warm, sudsy bath drains from Gabriel’s limbs somewhat and he narrows his eyes. He stares at Lúcio and takes in how he is still clothed in ridiculous bermuda shorts with frogs on them and a tank top.

It reminds him of his own naked vulnerability – not that he minds too much. He has a gorgeous body and knows it. He sniffs and turns his head sideways; watches the kid out of the corner of his eyes.

“Why?”

Lúcio blinks where he sat down on the edge of his bed. “Because I asked you to?”

“What do you want?”

“For you to kneel. Here, I got a cushion for you.”

Gabriel grinds his teeth. He is still a little wet from the bath and his body is starting to loose the fuzzy warmth that the water had pushed into him. He is getting annoyed with the kid again.

Lúcio actually produces a cushion; big and green and in the shape of a smiling frog. Gabriel wants to tear it open because it is looking cute and there isn’t supposed to be anything cute about this.

“Kneel for me?” Lúcio says again, nudging the cushion with his foot a little. He looks nervous now, like he’s unsure what’s happening, and it makes Gabriel even more unhappy. He doesn’t want his Dom to be unsure and shy. He needs him to take charge. To push him around. To step on hi-

He blinks, startled by his own thoughts, and rolls his shoulders to mask it. He sniffs again, derisively, then makes his way over and throws himself down on his knees in ill-grace.

He is petulant –

– because this kid is not what he was looking for.

– because the bath had actually been nice; Lúcio’s sudsy hands rubbing his muscles and exploring his body.

– because the last vestiges of the comfortable fuzz that had filled his head were slipping away and it made him cranky.

– because he wanted to be made to submit, cause he was too bad at it to do it himself, and this fucking boy couldn’t do it.

He drapes himself across one of Lúcio’s thighs and makes sure to put his weight into it. He feels a little better when Lúcio grunts as a result.

“Good boy. Thank you.”

Gabriel jerks and turns his head a little; scrutinizes the kid out of the corner of his eyes and curls a little tighter into himself because his belly feels warm and tingly and that is fucking stupid.

“You’re an idiot,” he murmurs. Lúcio puts a hand onto the nape of his neck and squeezes.

“And you’re a good boy, dude. Kneeling for me like that. Just look at you.”

Gabriel nearly whimpers and he hates it.

… gentle dom Lúcio meeting gruff sub Gabe who was never expecting someone younger (and shorter) than him to know the first thing about being a dom, let alone doing it so sweetly? He’s used to aggressive doms that abused him in the past. Lúcio’s the complete opposite and makes Gabe feel like an inexperienced teen all over again, confused and just… wanting to make this strange, beautiful man smile.

They meet in a club and Gabriel thinks Lúcio has confused him with one of the doms like so many others before him. He’s used to it because he doesn’t really make an effort to look cute or especially submissive. (actually he just stands against a wall in his black ripped getup and scowls like it’s a chore to be there and not like he made it a conscious choice to spend money on getting in. he’s a goober that way).

It takes him half the evening of trying to get the kid to fuck off to understand that he had made the wrong assumptions about Lúcio just the way people did about him.

He wants to laugh him in the face (ok. he absolutely laughs in his face) and tell him that he should first get out of diapers before trying to dom anybody his caliber but Lúcio isn’t dissuaded (isn’t even angry at the diaper comment) and keeps asking to buy him a soda and if he has someone steady and if he would even be interested in a scene with him.

And Lúcio is cute ok? not even Gabriel Reyes can withstand those pretty brown eyes.

Long story short: he gets snappy and self-conscious when Lúcio categorically crosses out any hard pain play and is like ‘Dude, it’d be our first scene. and I really just want to pamper someone? Like wash you and let you kneel for me and stuff?’. Gabriel thinks he’s trying to fuck with his head. Like he’s making fun of him or something.

They end up having three very strange coffee dates where Gabriel is the biggest, meanest asshole ever but lets Lúcio buy him everything and tell him again and again and again what he was thinking about doing because he couldn’t believe that the kid was being real.

In the end he finally agrees just because he’s curious. Lúcio is like two heads shorter, he’ll be able to overpower him easily if things happen to go south (which is his usual way of picking out partners these days: whether he can put them on the mat in three seconds or not. it’s safer that way)

but then he realizes that the kid actually was real and is just as sweet and jovial during a scene and Gabriel thinks that will never fucking work like… ever. he needs a lot of sharp pain and hours of playing to get good and out of his head.

BUT OOPS SUDDENLY HE’S IN SUDSY WARM WATER AND JUST LISTENING TO LÚCIO’S VOICE WITHOUT PARSING THE WORDS AND TURNS INTO HIS HANDS WITH SOFT LITTLE MEWLING SOUNDS AND HOLY SHIT WHAT HAPPENED

Maybe some Dva76 that has her sending him nudes during meetings, teasing that poor old man to the point he has to excuse himself.

Anonymous said: “

you said you were in a dva/76 mood soo dva brings in reaper to fuck her while 76 watches. 76 gets a nice front row seat to the show as she lets reaper fuck her hairy lil pussy. reaper graciously lets 76 clean his cock while dva laughs at how pathetic and desperate he is for her tight cunt”

There was a picture on Soldier: 76′s phone and he hadn’t been able to look away from it for the past five minutes.

He was sitting on his bed in a threadbare tank top and shorts that were tented over an erection he wasn’t going to touch because – because he had been explicitly denied to do so.

Look at my new best friend, the caption on the bottom of the picture read – and then the short message sent right afterwards: He gets to touch. you don’t.

The soldier’s hand was curled tight around the phone; knuckles white and palm sweaty; staring at D.Va sitting on Reaper’s lap, her legs spread wide to accommodate the sheer girth of his thick thighs; his brown cock hard and obscenely big lying in the crease between her candy pink snatch and thigh.

She had taken the picture in a big mirror. He could see Gabriel’s scarred face; the wicked grin ripped into one corner of his mouth even wider with a shit eating smile. He had one big hand hooked beneath D.Va’s armpit, completely covering one of her small, hard tits.

He could hear them in the room right next to his. He could hear her little staccato cries and the occasional, low grunt. He could not hear the slapping of skin but he could imagine it.

His cock was starting to wet through the thin fabric of his shorts and his heart was beating so hard and fast, he was wondering whether he was going to have a stroke.

The phone in his hand buzzed and another picture was shoving the two previous messages up.

D.Va was arching her chest out so far, her small tits had all but vanished – only the swollen tips of her nipples prominent. Gabriel’s arms were around her soft belly, hugging her to him like a primate as he fucked her.

As he fucked her.

His cock was inside that warm little space Jack had been sniffing after for months. It was dark and thick and spread her labia farther apart than he had ever seen her do with any toy. He was balls deep – everything was wet and messy, and Jack wished he was there so he could at least hear the sounds they were bound to make. The wet, nasty sounds of him fucking her… ruining her stingy little snatch with his big cock that curved a little and probably pushed at every good spot from the blissed out look on her face – the shaky quality of the picture as she tried to keep it steady.

Wish you were here? The caption read and he bit his tongue.

His cock was jerking out another little dribble of cum, balls throbbing like a wound. They were full and aching – hadn’t been emptied in two weeks. He couldn’t believe that Gabriel of all people…

God he wanted…

His phone dinged again – this time a simple message without pictures.

Come over.

He scrambles to obey. He bursts out into the hallway, feverish and insane looking, cock bobbing in his shorts, without thinking about running into anybody.

He can’t feel his feet when he stumbles over and palms the controls next to the door – falls in and nearly crashes to his knees. He is still holding his phone like a talisman in a deathgrip. The casing is creaking.

D.Va is still sitting on Gabriel’s lap. His cock is still inside her. They’re sweaty – her face is flushed and as satisfied as Jack has never seen it before. Gabriel’s hand is lazy on her thigh, close to the sticky mess of her hairy, little cunt.

As Jack watches with a feverish laser focus, one broad fingertip slides over and easily thumbs her swollen, plump clit to make her jump and laugh breathlessly.

The motion jostles his softening cock and makes it slide out of her with a meaty, wet thwacking sound. A thick gush of cum accompanies it, dripping down onto the wet, thick cock.

“Right on time,” she sighs. She sits on his lap like a queen. She has her arms up around his neck and squeezes him like he’s a big teddy bear. His eyes are gleaming a hellish red and his grin is widening more and more above the crown of her head.

“We made a mess. Clean us up,” she tells him, wriggles her hips and the toes of her feet.

Jack is drawn closer; kneels down between Gabriel’s thighs and glances up at them before leaning forward and getting to work; tongue eager and greedy as he licks Gabriel’s cock and her messy cunt, his cock rubbing against the scratchy fabric of his threadbare shorts.

When she’s bored of his tongue, she tugs at Gabriel’s curls and mewls for a shower like the spoiled princess she is.

It feels like she has already forgotten about Jack (about his throbbing cock and pounding balls).

He has to pinch the base of his cock so he wouldn’t come right then and there, sitting alone on the floor, listening to the shower getting turned on, having Gabriel’s triumphant, shit-eating grin still fresh in mind.

Dva denying the men her pussy – esp the mccree one, phew. Wonder how Hanzo would react in that situation considering how slutty he is.

“Come oooon.” D.Va makes a show out of rolling her eyes in annoyance. “I thought you wanted it so badly? You’ve been begging me for weeks. And here I give you the chance and you’re not taking it. I think you don’t want it bad enough.”

She reaches up and curls her fingers around the rungs of the bed above to give herself better leverage to twist her hips and rub the messy folds of her cunt along Hanzo’s cock.

He strains beneath her, eyes wide and crazy, arms bulging as he fights against the restraints he willingly let her put on him.

She lifts up; lets his cock spring away from his stomach, glistening and sticky. She is hovering close enough to let the tip sway just before her opening and giggles at his frustrated, heartbroken whine.

“Don’t be like that. It’s right there. Just take it, why don’t you? I don’t think you want it at all.”

He grits his teeth – bares them at her like a dog and coils his muscles; preparing her for the way he snaps his hips up, trying to bury himself in that sweet, warm space she’s been taunting him with. She easily twists her hips just so; lets his cock slide against the crease of her thigh, making him look like a clumsy, little boy.

D.Va tuts and tilts her head; sits back down on him – his belly this time, cock just about snuggling into the crack of her ass, her cunt lying warm and slick against his heaving abs.

“The other boys would’ve gotten it ages ago,” she tells him and watches his face screw tight into an expression of pain and anger and canine eagerness to prove himself. “I think you haven’t earned it, after all. You still need to learn how to use that cock of yours.”

She lets her head rest against her own biceps and watches him with faux contemplation. His eyes flit across her body; from her face to the dark patches of soft hair in her exposed armpits, down to the candy pink gash he’s been lusting after. He stays there; stares like that would make her reconsider and give it to him anyway.

“Show me again how you’d do it,” she finally sighs – sounding so put out that he whines, stumps scrabbling at the bed, head straining up as he tries to kiss any part of her; soothe her; make her not upset with him.

Like an eager puppy.

She gets him his toy even before she opens his binds and he lunges for the silicone cock like it’s his salvation. He is so very eager to show her how he’d use it; not at all the stoic archer that he pretends to be on the battlefield.

They’re both looking down their bodies, watching where McCree is letting the flushed head of his cock kiss at D.Va’s labia. His chin is on his chest. He is huffing like a train – big, chuffing breaths, shaggy eyebrows drawn together in the utmost concentration.

He glances up at D.Va like a dog kicked as he carefully presses forward; lets the tip slide between her hairy labia, rubbing it through the sticky warmth he finds there while nervously watching her face. She looks calm – mildly interested in the proceedings as she twirls one strand of hair around her finger and idly chews her gum.

She looks like she doesn’t particularly mind one way or another. Actually, she looks like she’s thinking about her stream in just half an hour – only mildly entertained by McCree’s cock.

He whines; high and pathetic, big hand spasming on D.Va’s thigh, pushing it just a little farther to the side to make her lips spread farther; let him see the prize she’s been offering him today like an afterthought.

“Do you want to fuck me before the stream?”

He thinks about her sitting in her chair playing her game, drinking her soda, screaming at other players all the while her little cunt is dripping is spunk and swollen from getting reamed.

He doesn’t need her to be particularly interested in it. He’ll go and pick up his shattered manliness when everything is said and done – when he finally finally had been allowed to sample the candy she’s been dangling in front of his nose for months now.

D.Va thinks he looks cute – big hirsute man with his tongue lolling out and his cock so swollen and flushed dark it had to hurt. She watches the unkempt tangle of his beard as it rubs against his chest; the feverish almost insane look in his gentle brown eyes as he stares down, hips shivery and coltish like a young man’s just from the prospect of getting to fuck her.

It’s just when he slots the fat head against her tender opening that she finally moves with a little sigh, the leg he isn’t holding in an ape-like grip coming up, her toes pushing into the soft pouch McCree has around his middle. She digs in deep until she hears him grunt softly, then stays like this. His body is thrumming; he is ready to burst and that makes her even more excited.

“I changed my mind,” she says easily – and for a second it looks like McCree is going to cry. His face falls, his cheeks shiver with the deep, rattling breath he takes, and his fingers dig into her thigh painfully.

She loves it. She can feel her cunt spasming almost painfully in acute lust, and from the grating sob wrenched out of McCree, she thinks he can feel it against the pounding head of his neglected cock.

“Come on. Take a step back.” She pushes harder, digs her big toe into the hairy dip of his belly button – and he lets her push him away. Obediently steps back from her and stands there like a scolded boy, big cock still in his big fist, looking so sad and denied, she has to reach down and pluck at her clit with almost frantic excitement.

“You can come on my feet,” she tells him, breathlessly, eyes flitting along his body – watching this big man fold to her every whim. The parts of his face that aren’t covered with the tangle of his beard flush a humiliated red. His eyes shine like he’s about to cry – but he does step forward, the muscles in his biceps bunching as he starts jerking it, eyes feverish on her little snatch; watching her play with herself and easily dip fingers where he had been about to slip just a minute earlier.

She had been hot like a little oven.

As he frantically jerks off onto the candy pink toes of her feet, he wonders if he’ll ever be allowed to actually fuck her. If he even wants to be allowed.

He thanks her politely afterwards for the privilege and gets a little jolt of arousal out of D.Va’s amused tittering.

I have an exhibitionism kink. McHanzo getting it on in a crowded train.

“Open your eyes, McCree.”

Hanzo curls a strand of Jesse’s hair around his finger, playfully tugging, eyes casting a sly gaze towards the rest of the train wagon.

“Look at them. They’re staring. They can’t believe their eyes.”

McCree is clawing at the edge of his seat. His cheeks are ruddy beneath the scruff of his unkempt beard, brow shining with sweat.

Cock silky between Hanzo’s gripping fingers.

It’s like Jesse can’t believe himself what was happening. He is probably wondering how it could’ve let to this – to him digging his heels into the floor, spurs jangling, abs clenching, cock flexing in Hanzo’s sly grip in the middle of a packed train wagon.

People had been so quiet the whole ride over – now they were murmuring. A dull backdrop as they seemed flustered, intrigued, disgusted with their conduct.

Hanzo seems supremely unperturbed. He is a warm, insistent weight against Jesse’s side, fingers tickling the underside of his cock; letting it slide velvety through his fingers, pulling down the foreskin until the swollen, wet head was out in the open – glistening and on display for everybody to see.

“Open your eyes, McCree,” Hanzo cajoles again – like he hasn’t heard the scandalized gasp from somewhere. He’s reaching farther down and McCree grits his teeth, eyes snapping open in alarm. He wants to say something but can’t – tongue tied when he suddenly sees the ring of people that has built around them.

Some have their phones out.

He’s fucked either way.

It doesn’t matter if Hanzo lifts his ripe, large testicles out of his underwear as well. It doesn’t fucking matter anymore. He kicks his heels out, jams them back into the ground – makes a great big fucking ruckus as Hanzo slowly jerks him in front of the crowd, the wagon becomes sweltering and the air almost too thick to breathe, and Jesse wildly wonders whether they missed their stop.

He can’t believe this shit. How Hanzo can look cool and collected – like he’s doing nothing more than scratch an itch while daintily licking the tips of his fingers and then circling them round and round Jesse’s tip – shows everybody how Jesse likes it best.

Shows everybody and the world how Jesse looked when he jerked out his orgasm; coaxed it out right there in the rattling train in front of gaping onlookers.

(Glad to hear you’re feeling better!) Blackwatch Gabriel whipping Jesse’s ass to welts with his ridiculous BAMF belt after he says something particularly bratty about him in front of the other soldiers. Either bent over the desk in Reyes office or just in public where everyone can see jesse crying like a baby, idk XD nonnie has a corporal punishment kink. Either way, Jesse isn’t feeling particularly ‘bamf’ afterwards and blushes/thinks of hot angry reyes every time he puts on his belt.

Blood is dripping thick from Jesse’s mouth. He’s on his best way to biting through his tongue and doesn’t even feel it. There’s another slap and he jerks, hands sliding in the mess of drool and blood on the table, arms nearly giving way.

The smack of the belt is loud and meaty, resounding across the yard. There are people watching, he knows dimly, but nobody is making a sound. Everybody is eager to hear the next smack – the next impact of his own belt across his ass and the spread of his thighs.

His ass feels raw and Reyes’ hand on the small of his back is like a branding iron. Warm and grounding and so gentle for once. Like he’s almost sorry Jesse is a stupid son of a bitch and how he knows he can’t help his smart mouth.

The next slap has Jesse feel the brunt of the thick metal buckle and for the first time he screams – a spray of blood spewing from his mouth, one hand sliding away for good and chin connecting hard with the wood.

He passes out from the impact or something because everything is fuzzy for a while and needs time to drift back into focus. He feels Reyes palming the ruin of his ass and hears the jangling of his belt when he lets it idly swing in his big fist.

“You know to behave yourself next time, don’t you, McCree?”

“S…. Suh….”

He doesn’t know if it’s enough – but he feels weight slowly lowering onto his back and hears the heavy foot steps of the Commander walking away; letting McCree stand with his pants down and his ass out, his belt lying on his back coiled like a sleeping snake.

“Do you wonder how it feels?” D.Va coos, fingers keeping her labia spread; showing off the candy pink of her insides. “Do you dream of fucking me?”

She sounds honestly curious; gentle, eyes big and dark in her face, cheeks flushed. She almost looks cute and innocent. Like a pretty little lady instead of the merciless, loving she-demon she was.

Soldier: 76 can’t take his eyes off the velvety space between her spread legs. The little Miss is shameless – her knees far apart, showing off her everything; from the small, firm tits that feel like hard, little apples when she rubs them against his chest, across the shivering, fatty plane of her belly, down to the cheeky finger rounding her opening again… and again… and again…

He gets dizzy the longer he watches. His cock aches for a taste. He wants to crawl inside her head first and sample the sweetness she has been offering him for months and not allowed him to actually take.

You can only see. Not take. Don’t be a bad boy, now.

“You think about it often, don’t you?” D.Va commiserates. She dips a finger in; shows him how tight she is – her little snatch closing around the single, slim digit and suckling it in. 76 throws his head back and thumps it against the wall so hard he sees stars. It doesn’t help his cock. It feels ridiculously swollen in his fist. Big and proud – a cock anybody would be happy to cram into their little holes.

Anybody but D.Va. Anybody but her.

She just looked and laughed and played him like an instrument.

“You can watch me,” she promises magnanimously. “Come on. Use your toy. I bought it just for you. You can watch me and fuck yourself and it’ll be like the real thing, right? Right??”

He wants to sob because they both know the answer to it. Instead, he breaths deep and ragged and pulls the pink fleshlight towards himself. It is sparkling and girly, and he can almost pretend like it’s the real thing.

Like it’s that hairy little cunt he’s been thirsting after; watching D.Va play with herself, tug at her pubes and pinch her fat clit until there’s her juices drooling out that silky little opening.

He fucks into the fleshlight for her amusement; goes on all fours and lets her watch the flex of his ass and abs when she asks for it with a little laugh and burning cheeks.

He is her play thing. This little lady has him curled around her small, dainty fingers and he can’t help but follow her every tug.