10th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 7th Fill

Zarya/76/Gabriel – femdom; pegging; praise kink; body/muscle appreciation; manhandling – Zarya is still so young but she’s got those two old men wrapped around her fingers.

Gabriel makes like pulling away, but only so that Zarya has to curl her big hand around his ankle and pull him back down the bed with a kind of ease that has his stomach tied in knots and the good Soldier’s mouth drop open while he palms his cock.

Zarya chuckles, curling an arm around one of Gabriel’s massive thighs and manhandling him until he’s on his side, leg helplessly hooked around the bend of her elbow.

“How naughty,” she purrs at him. She shuffles closer, fingers of her other hand tickling his well-lubed hole. “Somebody is yearning for a bit of rough, mayhaps?”

Gabriel scowls fiercely but his already dark cheeks are going even darker with a flush. His brown eyes are glittering as he looks back at her, glancing at the strong line of her jaw to the wide set of her shoulders. He stares at her biceps, and quickly looks away again – caught looking – when she flexes for him.

Zarya hums and shuffles closer. She has a gorgeous cock strapped on for them; long and a bit fatter than usual, though not as girthy as what either of them has packing.

She takes herself in hand and starts dragging the mostly featureless tip against the nice little snatch Gabriel has offered up before nerves got to him and he tried to be cheeky.

The good Soldier is watching from the sidelines, gloriously naked and cock in hand; eyes travelling as much across Gabriel’s thick, meaty muscles as they are tracing Zarya and her effortless dominance she reigns over them.

They’ve sparred beforehand just to feel how easily she can put the old men on their back. Maybe spread their legs and push their knees up to their shoulders just to humiliate them; let them see how her youth and strength can overpower them and make them her bitches.

They’re all sweaty and pungent; and while they are fighting against a gentle, lazy kind of lethargy, Zarya looks like she’s just begun.

She straddles the leg still stretched out on the bed, hooks Gabriel’s leg across her shoulder to have her arms free, then pushes in. Her tits sway with the motion and both men immediately stare at them.

She’s got a scar slashed across her right breast, nearly hitting her nipple. She does not look like a mom, but they both want to nurse anyway.

Zarya is surprisingly nurturing. Maybe she just gets off on making them feel smaller than they are. More helpless than they are. Jack does not quite know, nor does he care.

Gabriel sighs as she starts to easily fuck him, and Jack startles when her hand curls around his ankle, not unlike she did moments before with Gabriel, and easily pulls him closer across the already rumpled sheets.

He could kick at her and try to squirm away, but it would be futile. The thought excites him inordinately and by the glazed, needy look on Gabriel’s face, he feels the same.

They are nothing but Zarya’s toy boys and… it feels good. She manhandles him until he’s where she wants him; stretched out next to her other boy close enough that she can curl her wide palm around his cock. She has big hands, but they are still pretty looking. She likes painting her nails in bright, happy colors.

Jack has his hands unthinkingly curled against his shoulders, looking up at Zarya with heavy lidded eyes and breathing deeply. Zarya glances at him, and her face goes all soft and warm.

“Little kitten,” she purrs and he flushes dark and humiliated. He is old enough to be her father, but something about this woman makes him feel small and helpless… but protected.

She stems them around if she wants to, but he’s yet to have her actually hurt any of them. He does not think she has it in her.

Zarya leans forward some, squeezing Jack’s cock as she picks up her pace. Gabriel stretches for her and bares his throat, groaning deep in his chest when her cock slides deep and easy. Jack could lean forward and bite at his shoulders and neck. Lick at his salt-and-pepper beard.

But he can’t take his eyes off of Zarya’s swaying tits and the hard muscles of her belly, visibly contracting with every thrust forward.

She has a gorgeous cunt hidden beneath the harness she’s wearing. It’s cute and small, hidden beneath a downy soft thatch of garishly dyed pubes. It’s kept just as meticulously perfect as the rest of her body. Maybe she’ll open her thick thighs for them later. Let them fuck her slow and easy, or eat her out with their noses buried in her pink hair.

She’s easy for them; stroking their egos by coming quick and beautiful with little incentive given. It’s the only testament to her youth; to how she’s been shunned by weak boys who were intimidated by her. Her body is deliciously sensitive and they love exploiting it. Have her thighs nearly bust their skulls when she loses control and comes so hard she almost squirts.

They are very determined to make up for lost time.

“You are such good boys today,” she purrs, her accent getting their nipples tight and excited. They’ve been primed to her voice to an embarrassing degree. “I don’t think at all you want to play rough today. I think you want to be good boys that get treats…”

Gabriel groans and throws one arm across his eyes so it’s harder for them to see his flush. Jack breathes deeply and nods quick and a bit overeager when Zarya looks questioningly at him. Then she smiles.

9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 4th Fill

DVa/Reaper + Jack – femdom; humbler; humiliation; cuckolding – DVa lords over Jack how very obedient her other boy is.

“You see why you always have to sit in the corner while *he* gets to play?” Hana queries, throwing the Soldier’s flushed face a short glance before looking back at the other man kneeling between her thighs, just as huge and substantial as the other, draped across one of her legs, head lolling against the edge of the mattress.

“He doesn’t try to offer me his cock every few minutes. He knows when I’m interested in playing with those pathetic little dicks you guys have…” At that, her eyes flick to Jack’s cock, big and hard already – of course – curved to his tight belly; the crown as ruddy red as his cheeks. “And when I just want to pamper you.”

Her hand falls on Gabriel’s head, where his salt-and-pepper hair is just long enough to be twirled around her little cruel fingers.

“He has pedigree while you… don’t.”

She reaches down and starts scratching beneath his chin, and Gabriel – the fucking traitor – honest to God starts *purring*.

Hana’s face lights with delight and Jack shifts restlessly. He winces when the motion tugs at his balls, meanly kept back by a humbler attached with too short chains to his ankles.

He hates having his balls tortured, which makes the disciplinary action that much more attractive in Hana’s eyes.

She laughs at him, and his cock flexes for her, pre-cum pearling at the tip. The good Soldier is always up for some ridicule and humiliation, even if he scowls and pretends otherwise.

Hana tugs at Gabriel’s hair and he easily goes up, kneeling straight with his dark eyes hazy and sleepy looking. She nudges and he goes wherever she wants him; crawling up onto the bed and just letting his head hang low between his arms when she gets out another humbler and reaches between his legs for the big low hanging testicles there.

“You see? He’s well trained. He doesn’t make a fuss out of being chained up for me. He’d even kiss my toes in thanks if I needed him to.”

She looks over at Jack. He is scowling fiercely now, mouth set into a tight line. She grins at him wide – they both know he’d kiss her feet as well… and then some.

“Dirty old fuck,” she purrs, and his pale ears grow dark red now; but he does not look back. He has to see how she lets someone else fuck her; how she crawls beneath Gabriel who is kneeling firm even though his biceps are twitching, spreading her long, skinny legs to show off the shockingly red insides of her snatch.

Gabriel’s cock looks obscene flirting with her entrance, and Jack makes a humiliatingly canine sound as he watches her pull Gabriel closer by his dick.

He fucks her slow and awkward, little punched out sounds of pain leaving him whenever he has to pull against the humbler, his testicles getting stretched by proxy of him being a *good boy*.

Jack is squirming on the spot, cock flexing despite himself, staring at that sweet little space Gabriel is occupying. *God*, but she’s small… fit so well around his dick… he’d make her scream instead of those little breathy sighs Reyes is fucking out of her now with his slow, careful pace…

He jerks when he realizes her ruthlessly intelligent eyes are on him again. She grins slowly, small candy pink tongue poking out against the corner of her mouth, doing a slow predatory swipe across her upper lip.

She knows exactly what he’s thinking; he’s been an open book for her the second she realized what power her little cunt has over him – and she revels in his agony.

She curls herself around Gabriel, legs around his sturdy waist, pulling herself up from the bed to make it easier on his balls (and no reprieve for Jack’s poor abused sac… none at all).

She’s wrapped around him like an octopus, her fingers scratching the back of his head, her small pointy tits squished flat against Gabriel’s wide, muscular chest.

Hana is cooing for him, moaning prettily right into his ear, but her cool eyes are fixed on Jack.

She is gloating. Relishes in the power she lords over them.

When she says ‘stop’ in a soft, sing-song voice, Gabriel freezes mid-thrust. Only she can see the way he closes his eyes, mouth set in a pained tilt, Adam’s Apple bobbing with the little sound of protest he swallows down.

She kisses across his mouth until his lips become a bit softer again, then slips out from underneath him.

“Good boys get a treat,” she announces loudly, and Jack watches with tears damn near welling in his eyes as she takes the humbler off and leans down to mouth sloppy kisses against Gabriel’s abused testicles. He groans and lowers down onto his elbows, knees sliding a bit farther. Offering everything he has up to her and her cruel little fingers and mouth.

Jack is sure she wouldn’t be half as loving to him. He’s felt her sharp little nails biting into his sac more than once. For Gabriel, the model boy, she is soft and tender, gentling him down and giving his big, sticky cock a loving squeeze as well.

Afterwards, she lets herself get mounted like a bitch. Goes onto her hands and knees and wriggles her ass until Gabriel’s nose guides him to the source of the thick smell in the air. He eats her out with lewd sucking and obscenely slick drags of his tongue until she’s purring and whining for his dick.

Jack can only dream of her doing that to him.

She watches him with eyes slitted in catlike satisfaction as Gabriel finally mounts up, one of his big hands in the back of her neck, carefully keeping her pinned down and giving him something to brace himself as he fucks nearly straight down into her presented cunt.

Hana looks small, but she can take him like a champ. She gurgles, toes curling, breath coming in little stutters, and Jack can’t take it anymore: he has to grab his dick. At least squeeze it and stroke it in time of Gabriel being allowed to breed her up.

Hana laughs at him.

9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 2nd Fill

Lúcio/Sombra – rimming, ball worship – Sombra indulges herself and Lúcio in one fell swoop.

Lúcio doesn’t know where to put his ass – though Sombra is suitably sure there are little options at this point – and, amusingly, does not know where to put his hands. He hovers awkwardly above her, his ass and balls just tantalizingly out of reach while he mutters: “Oh… wow…” over and over again, his hands doing something that she can’t see from her position beneath him.

She curls her hands around his thighs and tries pulling him down. It jostles him enough that he has to brace himself, his hands landing on her tits.

“Oh!” he says and quickly pulls his hands away, ass lowering to where Sombra can just about trail the tip of her nose along his ass crack before he jerks upwards again, seemingly caught in the midst of what to do with his body.

She can’t help but laugh and pat his thigh.

“Oh Dulcito,” she coos. “You can touch my tits. I want to do so much dirty stuff to you, touching my breasts doesn’t even ping anywhere near the radar.”

He exhales noisily above her, then his hands settle – on her ribs just beneath her breasts. Sombra snorts but lets him do as he pleases. His hands are big and warm and finally on her. She gently tugs on his thighs and he resists for some more before following her command.

It’s woefully obvious that he’s never sat on a girl’s face. He’s a small man but stocky, and he’s obviously, painfully aware of his weight, but Sombra will have none of that.

When he’s close enough for her to strain up, she presses little suckling kisses right behind his balls. The skin of his taint is so silky soft and hairless – the boy keeps himself meticulously clean – and Sombra delights in the throaty sigh she can hear him exhale forcefully.

His balls, warm and soft, rest against her chin as she presses kisses against his taint and up towards his twitching little hole. He is already hard, his cock dragging against her throat and clavicle as he slowly but surely forgets to be embarrassed and sits more firmly on her face.

He’s adorably sensitive, whining and bearing down whenever her lips or tongue drag against his rim. She wonders how long he’s been fantasizing about someone giving his pretty cunt a good loving. Maybe while fingering himself with a shaking hand, the other pressed to his hot, embarrassed face.

The hands on her ribs become slick with sweat, his thumbs are moving in restless arcs; petting her as she drags her tongue round and round his hole, refusing to dip inside, no matter how much he whines and makes his rim pout by bearing down.

When he least expects it, she dips down, wet tongue curling around his velvety ball sac. Lúcio hiccups to a complete standstill. He must be holding his breath as Sombra slowly pulls one of his testicles into her mouth with a curl of her tongue. She opens up wide, trying to fit both without the use of her hands, and it is a glorious wet mess while Lúcio sings for her and tries to keep his hips still.

She can’t believe it is the first time someone pays as much rapt attention to his… everything. She wonders how any girl or boy could have him in their bed and not try to eat him whole.

By now she does not need to keep him restrained by his thighs anymore, so she lets her hands wander between his legs; palming the crown of his cock while she sucks at his balls and tongues at the seam that so neatly runs between his testicles.

He makes a throaty, gurgling sound above her, hips jerking after all, a pained canine whine coming from him as he effectively humbles himself when he feels her teeth against his sac.

She lets him stew in it for a bit longer before she has mercy on him and pulls back with an obscene slurping sound.

Above her, she can hear him whisper a strained “Oh God” and she can’t help but laugh, head falling back, her hand curled around the slick tip of his cock as she gasps for breath.

“Are you alright?” he asks a bit alarmed. He twists, obviously trying to look at her face. He practically radiates flustered embarrassment, and Sombra strokes his cock just to make him feel better about the whole situation.

“You are just so *precious*,” she finally murmurs. He does not answer, but his quiet feels still decidedly embarrassed. Still, his hands do move, sliding up, the big palms and thick, gentle fingers carefully curling around her tits. The hard points of her nipples press into his skin and she sighs against the wet crack of his ass.

“There you go…” she licks him for earnest, then; long, canine drags of her tongue across his hole again and again and again until he vibrates like a live wire and seems close to shattering apart.

She waits just a little longer before she finally grants him his wish and presses in, wriggling her tongue into his hot, needy ass.

Already she can feel hot splashes of cum hitting her tits, but she keeps on forcing her way inside. She’s sure Lúcio has a lot more in himself for her.

6th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 3rd Fill

Reaper/D.Va – fingering, restraints, very slight medical kink, milking – DVa got Reaper strapped to a medical chair and fingers him for the first time. (consensual despite what it looks like at first)

He is working against her bindings like a wild animal. His muscles bulge and shift as he struggles, hands balled into fists, thighs shaking with the effort to pull his feet out of the tight bindings around his ankles.

“Hana,” he growls, voice vibrating through the chair she got him in and into the ground. She can feel it in her toes and it makes her giggle, swallowing down her nervousness. Sombra already said that he’s a big ol’ meanie when he’s horny and embarrassed, and she figures there’s little more embarrassing for a big guy like him to be strapped down on a gynecological chair.

“Open them,” he hisses. She can’t look him in the eyes because she is pretty sure they are glowing red which is always unsettling. Instead, she steps closer and between his legs. She pets his thighs and her heart thumps a bit harder at just how big and muscular they are.

“Come now. It’s only a game. You don’t want to be the loser, do you?” She will definitely not open the bindings when he’s in a mood like that. He roars at her, body forcefully coming up, trying to rip himself free, but ultimately having to lie back again. He looks petulant; his jaw working as he grinds his teeth and stares off to the side.

Hana lets him pout and touches his cock because that usually mollifies him. He’s got a nice big cock; heavy and thick with big balls that she can’t get enough off. They lie in her hand, warm and living and deliciously hefty.

He does relax, a bit. His knees slowly move apart, the muscles on the inside of his thighs stretching deliciously. God, but they are thick. She has to have him sit on her face one of these days. Let her suffocate herself between his cheeks.

She needs to work him up to it, though. Like her small fingers sneaking behind his big heavy balls, rubbing against the baby soft skin of his taint and watching him put his head back, thick neck exposed, chest heaving as he sucks in a long breath. He’s not yet realized what she’s about to do, but he’s no dummy.

He’s also sensitive; because when she does finally touch his hole, he jerks, head snapping up, staring at her incredulous, and Hana has to duck her head and just power through before she loses all gumption. She wishes Sombra was here to talk her through it. But alas.

He is raging again by the time she gently, carefully pushes a finger in. He looks like his eyes are going to bulge out of his skull. Like he needs a bit to chew on. She’s never seen him as mad as now; but he’s yet to dissolve into smoke and glide out of his constraints.

Only when the second finger is in does she start to fuck him. Slow and rhythmically; dragging the pads of her fingers along his walls and feeling just how hot and wet he is inside. Every now and then she can hear a soft hitch in his breath; a little stutter that bolsters her confidence.

She doesn’t say anything. She feels like he might snap if she said something smart now, so she just keeps quiet as she fucks him on two dainty fingers and gets all hot and needy at his sensitivity. She clenches her thighs together; tries to get a bit of pressure against her clit as she slowly, gently curls a hand around his cock that’s gotten hard almost like an afterthought.

Hana wants to praise at him and coo at him; tell him how sweet he’s being for her. But instead she bites her lips and just watches as his muscles relax and his voice becomes a bit breathy and high-pitched. He’s honest to God whimpering, and it is doing things to her. By the time the first drops of suspiciously thick pre-cum start rolling along the tip of his cock, he’s carefully, shyly fucking back on her, his toes curling in the air.

God, she wishes Sombra were here to play with him. She knows how to make him sing for them.

DVa has new shoes. They’re cute and small; shiny red pumps that hug her dainty feet and have the most delightful little heels that make satisfactory, ominous sounds when they click against the floor of her room, walking up and down behind the Soldier; watching him intently as he raises his ass higher into the air.

Showing off and submissive.

“Spread your knees wider.”

He complies easily, cheek pressed against the floor, cock swinging heavy and fat between his thighs. Already excited because she let him watch her undress; let him see her small tits and pretty cunt, hidden beneath the curls of her pubes.

“You’re a dirty, old man,” she tells him; and like this she can watch his hole clench, so small and pink between his meager ass cheeks. Usually she would go for it; push a dry, small finger up his ass and tell him how pathetic he is. How she’s going to fuck his cunt until he has to walk bow legged and everybody will know the big, bad Soldier 76 takes it up the ass.

However this time… she is more interested on what lies beneath. His sac big and dusky red; looking ridiculously vulnerable without the hair. She lifts one leg and taps the flat top of her foot against the underside.

She likes the feeling of it; how heavy and warm it is. How it makes him whimper immediately, his thighs shaking.

He’ll open his whole body up for her tortures, but the second there is an unfriendly little hand on his testicles, he curls up like a snail. It is cute, really.

DVa doesn’t prepare him for the sudden, sharp kick she delivers, foot stretched, making sure not to hit him with the hard point of her new shoes. Still, he yelps and folds together immediately, whimpering and pathetic – and her cunt pulses, nipples going tight with excitement.

“Up,” she tells him, voice rough and throaty. Urgent. One of her hands wanders between her thighs, fingers parting the humid tangle of her pubes; touching the slick lips of her pussy. “Up, come on. Show me your balls, perv.”

He whimpers but moves, lifting his ass, back a tantalizing cup. Offering himself.

She thinks if she ordered him to, he would offer her his testicles on the palm of his hand.

She kicks again, and this time he stays where he is, even though he makes a punched out sound of pain. She kicks again. And again.

She is addicted to the fleshy slapping sound; the sight of his balls bouncing ridiculously and swaying under their own girth and heft. His cock is still hard and needy, and she wonders if she could kick him to orgasm.

She pinches her clit, then, knees feeling weak, the points of her tits hurting dully with how hard they are.

“Pathetic old man,” she murmurs, going down in a squat, making sure some cool air hits her hot, swollen pussy. She wants a cock and wonders feverishly if she can hunt down Akande. Climb on his lap and cram his fat dick into her little pussy while knowing that Soldier is hurting and needy, balls swollen from her attentions.

She pulls back an arm and hesitates for only a second before slapping the heavy testicles, watching with delight how they swing for her; listening to Soldier’s strangled sob, the way his body wants to curl into itself again.

God, she loves this…

yoo the fruits of the small live-write just now.

The boys (soldier/hanzo) performing for D.Va because they’re filthy pervs ❤

“What’s the problem? You were begging me and I was so kind to indulge you and even cancelled a stream. That’s pure money, y’know. Now you’re not working for it.”

D.Va pouts, sinking farther down in her chair and noisily crinkling her bag of chips between her fingers. She peeks at the Soldier above her knees thickly socked feet bouncing at the edge of her chair.

He isn’t looking at her. The tips of his ears are red and his muscles are tensing. He’s old but his body is delicious – D.Va can never get enough of his muscles and the hair covering his pecs and arms. He always smells so good.

She’d never tell him as much, though, obviously. It would undermine her dominance, she felt like.

“You got the lube?” she asks him, stuffing a chip into her mouth as he nods and curls a big hand around the bottle. He squirms on the bed. His earlier giddy excitement at her agreeing to play had quickly melted away to an almost stubborn kind of anxiety. He digs his toes into her pink bedding.

He looks hilariously unfit for her girly room – that big, bad soldier – but that makes it even better. He’d wear cute rabbit onesies if she told him to. He was under her absolute thrall, and the thought alone made her pussy throb.

She lets her head roll back against her chair. It’s the chair she uses to lounge in for her streams, and she glances pointedly at her PC.

“I don’t got all day. It’s not too late to tell the guys I’m coming after all…”

She looks back and smirks when he finally lets his legs fall wide, lips pulled into a vague grimace of distaste.

My, my… he was fussy today.

“Aww what’s that?” D.Va glances at his cock; big and juicy looking even soft as it was, lying against his belly in the soft thatch of grey pubes. “I thought you were ready to go. C’mon, now.”

She flicks a chip at him and he flinches when it hits his bicep. D.Va snickers and puts the bag to the side, rubbing salty fingers clean on her pyjama pants.

“You’re so bad at this. I really do need to help you with everything. Oh well.”

She grabs her phone, punching in a short, succinct message, then turns back to the Soldier watching her warily, one big hand curled around his limp cock, eyes focused on her face, seemingly trying to anticipate what she had planned this time.

D.Va smiles at him, a small, sweet grin as she uses the heels of her feet push her ass up minimally, shimmying her pants down just far enough to bare her ass to the room.

She can hear his soft, excited intake of air and doesn’t bother to hide her condescending smirk. He was still so easy to rile up. Even just a glimpse of her plump lips outlined by the thin, old pair of panties was obviously doing it for him, his balls pulling up a little towards his body as his fist clenched tighter around his cock.

“Look,” she coos, spreading her feet apart to let him see better. She hooks fingers into one leg hole and pushes the fabric unceremoniously aside, airing out her cunt – already slick from just watching him submit to her with ill-grace.

She spreads her lips for his viewing pleasure as much as possible in her cramped position and is fascinated once more by how deeply enamoured he seems to be with that sweet, little slit – cock already swelling impressively in his fist, trim hips curling up into the touch with well-practiced ease.

“There you go. Good boy,” she purrs, and because she can’t help it, she lets one sharp nailed finger slide through the slick, dipping minimally into the little opening, rubbing against the very edges that so many of her team mates were fantasising about spreading out on their big cocks, and making her bounce on them…

“I showed you mine – now you show me yours.” Her finger dips in deeper, eyes heavy lidded as she watches him fumble with the bottle and dripping the slick onto his thigh before he manages to get it on his fingers.

He hesitates then, eyebrows drawn together, a boyish blush spreading on his rugged face as he glances first at her, then down his own body as if being able to see that sweet, dark space between his cheeks.

“Come ooon, do it. I wanna see that little cunt of yours. You got to see mine, after all. Right? Be a good perv, now.”

He grimaces again, head turning away, broad shoulders pulling up to his ears. He looks as reluctant as they come, but still he dips his slicked up fingers down beneath the swell of his balls that D.Va liked to play with, and experimentally slipped them into the darkness there.

She can’t see too much like this; he’d need another pair of hands to spread his ass open – but his reaction is sweet nonetheless: a little jerk and an audible click of teeth as he throws his head back.

He lets go of his cock in favor of pressing a hand over his mouth and she feels like he probably bit his tongue.

“Silly boy,” she chides breathlessly, almost as an afterthought. She is sitting forward now, her naked ass on the chair, cunt rubbing along the smooth leather as she watches his knuckles move – a shy up and down of his finger as he tickles his own hole and gets it wet with lube.

His chest is heaving, slim nostrils flaring above the edge of his hand.

What a sweet, sensitive virgin he was. Getting so worked up by his own finger.

There’s a soft click from the door and D.Va glances away from the sight of his eyes closing in bliss, hand tilting as he seemed to get a little bolder already, pushing in deeper, wriggling a thick, callused digit into that tender, unused passage.

Hanzo looks almost as reluctant as the Soldier had earlier, dark liquid eyes taking in the scene in seconds and sensual mouth curling into a moue of distaste.

He, like the Soldier, obviously had had his own plans of how her invitation had been meant.

D.Va grins at him – a little too broad, feeling almost drunk – and gestures at the bed with unrestrained eagerness.

“There you go! All for you.”

.o.

Her boys liked to pretend like they were mean, sometimes. Especially Hanzo often was of the impression he was a prince better than anybody else – that they should probably thank him for his time.

When it came down to it, thought, they were too sweet to be mean to each other.

D.Va watched, fingers slowly circling the fat nub of her clit, as the Soldier curled arms and legs around Hanzo, clinging to him like a limpet and hiding his face against his shoulder. He was making soft, high sounds, that rough voice broken open by the slow, deep dicking he received just as much as his poor little hole.

“That’s it,” D.Va croons, but she feels like the two aren’t even listening to her anymore. Hanzo’s forehead is pressed into the pillow next to the Soldier’s head, hiding his face just as much as his friend as he nudges his hips forward again, strong, broad back curling as he pushes inwards and drags his cock against those clinging, soft walls.

It was dark outside. The room stank of sweat and sex and excitement. Hanzo had taken long enough to spread the Soldier open to even make D.Va anxious for more, her fingers meanly pinching her puffy nipples as Jack had started opening up for more and more, face beet red beneath the pink-ish scars and thighs trembling something fierce as he’d been shown how receptive his old body still could be; rim stretching around Hanzo’s fingers, and then his thick knuckles, feeling horribly empty whenever they pulled out and let the swollen walls close up on nothing.

That first push in had been her favorite part so far: the sheer dumb wonder on the Soldier’s face feeling a real life dick nudging against his sweet snatch for the first time, the smooth, large head pushing teasingly before Hanzo let it glance away and up, bumping into the warm swell of his balls.

They’d been so quiet, her boys. She supposed there were no words needed, really; they were both desperate men sniffing after her cunt, eager to do anything she was bidding them just for the off chance of getting a go at her; having her stretch herself out on those sometimes intimidatingly big cocks.

There really was nothing to say about it. She wanted to see them fuck – so they did it; Soldier’s fingers digging into Hanzo’s biceps as the archer finally started pushing in in earnest, strands of greying hair slipping out of the bun and falling into his sweaty face. She couldn’t see him the way she sat but she liked to think he had a look of extreme focus – the same when he was looking out for a target.

She’d almost wondered if that was just it: a new job to complete – until she saw the red tips of his ears; the almost bashful tilt of his head as he dipped it down and nosed against the Soldier’s cheek; how he let his mouth hover open and wet just above the Soldier’s panting lips, breathing him in as he pushed into that softened, relaxed muscle and forced him to accept the girth of his cock.

Jack had looked over to her, then; blue eyes large and amusingly confused like he couldn’t understand what was happening; as if the concept of a dick in his ass was too complicated to grasp. (Or maybe he wondered what life choices had let him there? How he could be so hot and needy for a young woman’s cunt that he’d do this for her?)

D.Va had grinned, sharp and predatory, fingers wriggling obnoxiously happy at him.

“Good, is it?”

He had not answered.

By now, D.Va was pressing the edge of her hand into her little slit, not even moving – just holding it there, vaguely pressing against the throbbing, sensitive swell of her clit as she watched Hanzo shuffle closer, hooking arms beneath the good Soldier’s knees to lift them up in the air.

Jack made a soft sound of alarm at that, face still pressed into Hanzo’s shoulder, fingers scrabbling at the bed. His hips got curled higher into the air, body weight pushing unto his shoulders – made more vulnerable by Hanzo’s desire to get closer and push deeper.

D.Va could guess his predicament: getting fucked with his feet in the air like a hooker. He wasn’t protesting either, though.

She bit her lip, finger pinching her nipple again, the large neck of her pyjama top – … one of the Soldier’s old sweaters – pulled down far enough to let her small breast at the air, the nipple an angry red from her mean, sharp fingernails.

There was a mess of slick and sweat on the leather seat of her chair and she couldn’t bring herself to care – not when she had two men that would clean it up for her and thank her for the privilege.

The new position let her see better, too – the sway and swell of Hanzo’s balls; the thick jut of his cock spreading the swollen rim open, everything generously wet and glistening.

Hanzo was fucking like a man possessed; low, rough grunts punched out of him as he humped forward, muscles tensing, tattoo rippling like it was alive beneath his skin.

He was such a pretty man, she supposed, leaning back, idly petting her puffy lips as she tried to calm herself down some more – not willing to come before the two.

If only he weren’t so arrogant.

Maybe she should do something about it sometime; when he cornered her in an unused corridor again, his hands going places they had no right to be, his breath smelling of the sake from his gourd.

He always thought he had more privileges than the others, this yakuza princeling. He could use something to cool his temper; get him on speed with the news that his cock really was nothing to write home about – just as much as the other pets’.

She smirks, fingers pinching her clit, toes curling deliciously as Hanzo slows down from his almost frantic fuck into a more leisurely pace. He is groaning like a workhorse – a continuous low noise of exertion as he drags his cock through the clinging, wet grip of the Soldier’s cunt while Jack is almost suspiciously quiet, slick mouth mashed against the point of Hanzo’s shoulder, muffling every sound against the shifting muscle and hard bone.

Such silly boys.

So sweet for her.

She’d let them come this time. They’d earned it – and she had as well. She wanted to sit back and enjoy the sight of Hanzo’s balls jerking and his cock swelling as he pumped Jack full.

She wanted to be there in their post coital bliss, pushing their sweaty, meaty bodies apart with self-assured negligence until Hanzo slipped out of the newly fucked hole and fell heavily on his side so she could insinuate herself between; make them cuddle up to her and keep her warm with their disgusting, stinking bodies tacky and sticky with cum and spit.

She wanted to be really up close to the Soldier’s face – ignoring Hanzo; that pretty, stoic face of his, the languid stretch of his body, the fact he knew how gorgeous he was, knowing herself how much he hated being ignored in favor of others – when she reached down and pushed two or three little fingers into his raw, swollen hole, playing with the warm mess Hanzo left inside of him as she purred: “Just like the real thing… right?”

She couldn’t help how much she wanted to break them down.

D. va, in her endless torment of 76, puts a fleshlight between her legs and lets him fuck it while she gently croons at him, teases him, and otherwise drives him mad. Letting him smell her, cradle her, worship her; but he never gets to really take her, not really. But it’s ‘just like the real thing, right?’

fffuuuck we’re talking the same language, friend.

fuck fuck fuck. yes.

—

Her fingers look so small curled around the fleshlight. He forgets how to breathe for a moment, lungs seizing in his chest, kneeling on the floor and staring at the sight of D.Va playing with the toy.

“What is it?” she says faux innocently, voice pitched a little higher than her usual vocal range, eyes studiously large and sweet as she slides her fingers along the barrel of the toy. “Don’t you like it?”

She lifts it towards her lips and gives the plastic a little peck, watching the Soldier watch her, his mouth falling open, eyes tracking every movement. His arms are outside of her line of sight. He’s probably clutching at his cock, as he watches her – squeezing the big dick with both fists; making himself hurt without her having to tell him.

“Well?” she asks a little sharper, leg stretching, pink painted toes nudging ruthlessly at his stubbled chin. “Don’t you like it?”

“I… like it,” he says, voice raspy. There is no other answer he could give – everything else would cause her to deny him the privilege for another god-knew-how-long.

D.Va smiles at him, bright and happy. She opens her legs, lets him see her hairy snatch opening just enough to give him a peek of her velvety insides before she brings the toy down between her legs and rubs it there; hips curving up into it. She moans breathy and totally fake, and he’s so gone for her he hangs onto every note, tendons straining in his neck and veins popping on his forehead.

“Come,” she croons, and he scrambles to get up, large body pushing between her thighs, sweat already beading at his hairline. He’s huffing and she laughs at him. Her giggling increases when she sees how shaky the hand gripping his cock is; how she dragged him to the edges of a seizure just by being a denying little cocktease.

“Oh no, no, no. You dummy,” she says lovingly when he tries, hoping against hope, to dip his cock beneath the toy; let it nudge at her cunt and get at least a little sip of those warm, velvety insides. Instead what he gets are her sharp nails digging into his lower body, forcing a grunt from him.

“Wrong hole, dum-dum.” He simply nods along, tears of frustration beading at the corners of his eyes as he lets her push him back to realign himself – this time with the slick opening of the pink, sparkly toy.

Fucking her like this is a new form of torture. She slings her arms and legs around him and sighs; holds on and coos as he fucks like a man possessed, hips hunching, grunt fucking into the slick opening. She holds it in place for him, at least.

He imagines she wouldn’t sound so sweet and composed if he were to fuck her in earnest. He imagines her howling on his dick, complaining about the burning in her cunt, about how he was ruining that sweet little hole and filling her belly with fire.

He has his face mashed into the crook of her shoulder and feels her card her sharp, cruel little fingers through his white hair as he imagines her groaning like a beast, bearing down on his cock, trying to comprehend the sheer width spreading her open. She’d drool for him; she’d come on his cock, squirt for the first time in her cruel, cock-teasing life, beg for him to stop and come again and again when he wouldn’t… come until she was fucked dumb and silent and sweet, a little kitten, tamed by his dick….

“Just like the real thing, isn’t it?” she croons in his ear, her fingers surprisingly strong as she grips his hair and drags his head back – makes him look into her face. She is composed and smiling, staring at his teary, snotty face and coos at him when she wipes at his cheeks.

“I’m so nice to you, aren’t I?”

He bites down a sob of frustration, his balls painful – filled to the max, hurting, tender from getting denied again and again. He nods regardless; puppy eager, hips still flexing, humping the fleshlight as if showing her how good he could fuck would make her reconsider torturing him.

D.Va leans up and gives him a little peck – not unlike the one she gave her toy – and leans back down with a little sigh. Her small tits bounce with the movements and he can’t stop staring at her chest.

“Tell you what. If you manage to come within ten seconds after I give you the command, you’ll get to sleep in my bed tonight.”

His chest seizes, cock spurting out such a thick, sudden stream of pre-cum that for a second he fears he came.

“W-With you?” he asks, voice small and shivery. She laughs – not cruel this time, but delighted at how much he’s already learned. She strokes his shoulders and frames his face in her hands, cooing: “Yes. With me, this time.”

God, he loves her so much.

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

“How did training go?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

“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.