3 of 5 of the strawpoll prompts
warnings: frottage, valve/cock for zen, slightest domsub, praise
“Do not hold back. I want to hear you.”
Zenyatta wishes, not for the first time, that he was large enough to reach Mako’s face from this position, that he could trace the scars and bone white scruff on his soft chin, brush his thick, messy hair out of his dark eyes. Comfort him as he should be.
As is, he can only offer soft words of praise as he drags his swollen valve along Mako’s cock. It’s large, cut, near purpled at its tip, curving along the bottommost slope of his trembling stomach. Mako’s much too big to fit inside him (and oh, has he tried), but Zenyatta’s nothing if not flexible.
Tag: sub!roadhog
Roadhog isn’t looking where she wants him to – at her, to be precise – so she frames his face in her hands, sharp fingernails digging almost gently into the generous fat beneath his chin.
It’s not meant to hurt; simply lead him with small pinpoints of pressure to tilt his nose up, his dark eyes staring into her face. He is mute, as he usually is, but his face is relaxed; almost slack.
He isn’t fighting against her ropes, and she likes the sight of him trussed up more than she would have thought. Even sitting on his ass – kneeling was out of the question; it did nothing good to his joints for as long as she liked to play with him – he was as tall as her.
“Just look at you,” she coos, voice high, nearly baby talking this big, silent man. His chest, unlike his large, firm belly, is soft and framed by the rope; pretty tits for her to play with in just a moment; squeeze his big nipples and make him grunt low and breathless.
“My pretty boy,” DVa murmurs. She lets go of his face but he stays as she put him, watching her with docile, dark eyes. She rubs her small hands across his big, round shoulders, gently squeezing at his massive biceps.
She suspects he would be able to get out of her bindings if he really wanted to, and the fact that he does not, makes her wet and needy. She squeezes her thighs together as she strokes trembling fingers across the pink rope she got just for this occasion, hooking her fingers in and tugging on it just to feel how tight it is on him; how nicely held together her sub is.
“Such a good boy for me. God, I can’t wait to play with you. Just you sit tight, Mommy’s gonna get her favorite playthings just for her gorgeous little toy.”
“I bet that hurt good, didn’t it darling?” With mercyhog please but dom!mercy (maybe it involves some pegging?)
(I don’t usually write Mercy but this pairing was too good to pass up. Big fat boys getting dominated by ladies is… *heavy breathing* *sweating intensifies* it good)
Mercy furrows her brow, pulls in a deep breath, readies herself, then jerks forward, hips slamming against her sub without hurting; he is soft all over; a nice pillow for her to fuck against.
Still, he grunts, his head coming up; suddenly alert after almost dozing away from her meticulous slow preparations.
“I bet that hurt good, didn’t it, darling?” she coos, her small hands petting what she can reach. She looks ridiculously small behind his massive form, which only excites her more: she loves how this huge man is submitting to her. Wordlessly, gracelessly in most cases, but letting her play with him all the same.
He could probably crush her head in one of his meaty fists but he elects to be as docile as a kitten; even going so far as to let her fuck his massive ass. His hole is a sweet, untouched little thing; so responsive to her fingers as she started petting it.
Hog has been so very quiet; even more so than usually, though his breathing had been louder; deeper; more wheezing. She can’t tell if it is because he is lying mostly on his huge gut, or whether it comes from her innocent little strap-on fucking him – until, that is, she starts fucking him.
Her hands on his soft, wide hips, her brow crinkled in exertion as she tries getting enough leverage to really give it to him, though her gentle demeanor keeps her from being too rude; the dirty talk always transforming into gentle praise somewhere between her overactive brain and her mouth.
“God, you’re so good to me,” she murmurs, lying forward, small, soft tits pressing into the small of his back as she lies on him like she would on a bed, her hips rocking like in a dream, eyes going heavy lidded. She wants a video of her fucking him; wants to see how she is so tiny against his huge form; how ridiculous it looks when she dicks him – and how very sweet he is for her, his face all soft and gentle… his fat jiggling with every small jolt she can fuck into him.
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