I love your DVa76 stuff, so how about something with them. Maybe she has him innocently playing video games with her but she’s more focused on distracting him from playing properly. He had no idea what she ACTUALLY had in store for him…

Anonymous said: “

cyber, the world has to know: will 76 ever get to fuck dva”

“Am I too heavy?”

The Soldier only grunts in the negative as D.Va gets comfortable on his lap. He’s almost docile these days. Following every tug of her little fingers without complaint, letting her torture him sweetly until there were tears in his eyes.

One could almost think he wasn’t interested anymore – but she knew better: especially now with her ass planted on his lap she could feel his cock, warm and large and needy, pressing up at her from below, separated by layers of fabric.

“Alright then. Let’s get started.”

He has his big arms around her to grip the controller, and she snuggles back against his chest to let him smell her hair. She could hear him deeply inhale – could feel the surge of his cock against her, tapping insistently against her ass as if politely asking for attention.

She smirked, eyes heavy lidded and on the screen of their game. She experimentally moves, hips shimmying from side to side, and listens to his soft hiss. He’s not complaining, though; even when she starts to bounce with intent. He whines, then, high and pained, his large biceps tensing and hands trembling on the controller but he lets her play like a well-trained dog, a slave to her needs.

When she reaches between her legs and into the slit of his shorts, everything is warm and damp, his cock springing into her palm eagerly. It’s large and so hot to the touch; the veins prominent and bulky against her small, questing fingers.

She has to look down to carefully pull him out of the fabric and let him in the air, and when she glances back up, he is driving his car into a wall even though he is making no sound – is, in fact, sitting still as a statue beneath her, seemingly afraid to even make a peep when she has her cruel little fingers on his dick.

“Don’t stop driving,” she tells him and he jerks to action, nearly fumbling the controller out of his large hands. Sometimes she thinks she should let him finger her. His hands are so large; they’d cup her cunt perfectly, keep her folds warm against one palm. Those long, thick fingers sliding slowly into her.

Maybe she should. It would be fun to watch him desperately jerk it while sucking her juices from his digits.

Right now she lets his cock up between her thighs, snug against her covered cunt.

“Look how close you are,” she whispers, “That’s what you always wanted, isn’t it? Touch your cock to my poor little pussy? Look how large it looks next to me. You’d destroy me.”

She can feel his rough, stubbled cheek against her temple as he obediently tilts his head to stare, his cock dark and almost dangerous looking next to her sky blue panties, so thin and tight he could see the outline of her plump folds.

He shakes underneath her, a sad, fat pearl of pre-cum bubbling up at the tip and sliding down the sides of his cock.

“Awww…it’s crying. Poor thing,” she coos and giggles.

Roadhog in and of himself made an impressive figure.

Seeing him sitting naked, knees spread and huge gut jutting out unashamedly with his cock a ruddy red color beneath, smearing sticky fluid against the underside of his stomach was… downright intimidating.

Jesse wouldn’t have come close to him, if he was honest. He could almost feel his balls trying to crawl up into his belly out of submission to the superior dick, and from the look of Rutledge – arms up on the backrest of the couch, showing off the thick hair in his pits, chin a little tipped up until his expressionless mask looked smug – he knew it.

He looked relaxed and in charge; like a decadent, barbaric king; especially with how Hanzo was curled into his side, a flush across the back of his nose, one hand right above the bulging belly to feel it slowly rise and fall with Roadhog’s breathing.

“Please?” He could be so nice if he wanted to. Very polite and demure, face nuzzling against Rutledge’s chest, mouthing wet and warm at the nipple he found there. (Trying to ingratiate himself, the little slut.) “Please can I have it?”

He never sounded like that when it was just the two of them. When they were alone he loved cock just as much – but he never shyly asked for it. He pushed Jesse down and took it where and how he liked, satiating himself until McCree was red faced and huffing like an engine going uphill.

Jesse liked seeing him vie for Mako’s cock like a two dollar whore for a change.

Mako simply grunted. It sounded ominous behind his mask. He shifted one meaty arm and reached beneath his firm, bulging stomach, curling thick fingers around his cock. Jesse could just sit and stare. It looked like a fucking weapon in the huge fist as he jacked himself slowly.

“Get down,” Roadhog rumbled. It sounded just this side of impatient – just enough to make Hanzo scramble to get down onto the ground, eager, desperate, mouth open and wet; probably seconds from drooling at the thought of fucking himself down on the wide head of the sturdy dick.

Before he can dive down and nudge his way beneath Mako’s gut, the large guy moves – shockingly fast. His other hand comes down, slapping against Hanzo’s forehead and holding him at bay.

“Didn’t say you could have it.”

Jesse sees Hanzo’s shoulders sag and hears his wheezing breath. When he creeps around – slow and careful, strangely afraid to pull Roadhog’s attention towards himself (Stupidly feeling like he doesn’t want to pull the attention of the Alpha Male) – he can see tears in the corners of Hanzo’s eyes which are focused on the cock in front of his nose.

“That’s how you treat it.”

It takes Jesse too long to realize Mako is talking to him – that he has turned his head minutely and the mask is looking right at him while he is still jerking himself off centimeters in front of Hanzo’s face, the open wet gape of his mouth.

“It learns better when it doesn’t always get what it wants.”

His hand slides down; from holding Hanzo’s forehead to gripping his jaw, black painted fingernails scratching almost gently along the line of his beard. He lets him suckle on his big thumb and Hanzo looks content as a babe, even though he still peeks at Mako’s cock – still obviously wants to play with it instead.

He didn’t seem offended by getting reduced to nothing but warm, welcoming holes, and truth be told, Jesse had a hard time being offended for him.

Mako did pull him closer after a while, fingers so tight around his jaw it looked painful. He had an impeccable grip on Hanzo; not giving him room to wriggle any which way as he aimed carefully, thumb pressing down right across his piss hole, dragging a hard, little circle around it before pulling off with a grunt and the first hot splash of cum right across the bridge of Hanzo’s nose.

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.

onlyshecums:

He was watching the other couple making love, and feeling more than a bit envious, when his wife came in to console him. She said there was no need for him to feel jealous of the other couple. “That man is no different than you. He doesn’t get to cum without permission either,” and so, just to prove her point, she said, “I’ll show you,” and went over to the other man. “Go ahead. You can cum.”