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thinking about wearing one of mauga’s shirts while he fucks you. your panties hanging off one of your ankles as you gasp, clinging to his broad shoulders as he slots his heavy cock between your thighs. he just couldn’t help himself, you look so fucking good wearing his clothes—👁️👁️
bouncing on junkerqueens thick strap while she digs her blunt nails into your hips, her hands trailing up to grab handfuls of your plush tits, growling in your ear to ride her harder, faster—😮💨
Doomfist who just doesn’t care mind flaunting his money for you, in fact he insists that you take his card with you wherever you go. He’s absolutely loaded and you couldn’t even make a dent in his pocket no matter what you spend.
He’s quite happy to spend it for you, if you’re a little unsure about taking his money. Akande will take you for decadent dinner dates and line your wardrobe with expensive clothes and fine lingerie - only for his eyes, of course.
He’ll never ask for anything back, but he’ll take his prize in the form of tearing whatever lingerie you’ve bought off with his teeth.
++ Akande curling his arm around your neck, sandwiching your cheeks between his bicep and forearm as his hips snap harshly against the fat of your ass, filling you in one smooth motion.
He’s murmuring into your neck - about how pretty and good you are for him, his voice deep and timbre - rumbling against your skin.
He likes you like this - pinned beneath his bulk, fucked so silly that you’re whining and drooling into his expensive silk sheets.
Akande could care less - not with the way the lingerie he’d bought you lay tattered around the room - and especially not with the way you clench so sweetly around his cock—
Doomfist who just doesn’t care mind flaunting his money for you, in fact he insists that you take his card with you wherever you go. He’s absolutely loaded and you couldn’t even make a dent in his pocket no matter what you spend.
He’s quite happy to spend it for you, if you’re a little unsure about taking his money. Akande will take you for decadent dinner dates and line your wardrobe with expensive clothes and fine lingerie - only for his eyes, of course.
He’ll never ask for anything back, but he’ll take his prize in the form of tearing whatever lingerie you’ve bought off with his teeth.
Gabriel Reyes who treasured you so sweetly even during the toughest times of Overwatch. Gabriel Reyes who cooked you hearty homemade meals and twirled you around to music in the kitchen when the sun came down.
Reaper who follows you home in a wisp of smoke at night - making sure you’re home safe but not being able to tear his eyes away from the empty space in the bed beside you. His space.
You must be so cold, without him there. But when he looks down at his freezing, clawed gauntlets - no longer the warm weathered skin they used to be - he surmises that you’d be safest away from the Reaper.
Reinhardt who follows behind you like a guard dog, always at your heels like an oversized puppy. You’re happy to indulge him, finding it sweet - you even curl your hand up to card your fingers through his beard - and he practically purrs in delight.
It’s different for others though, who have to deal with your ‘guard dog.’ You’re oblivious as to why some of the agents you’ve flirted with soon turn tail and run with a horrified expression on their faces, only to turn around to find Reinhardt shrugging with the same confused expression you had.
They’re terrified of you and you have no idea why. Not even when you see the way Reinhardt’s hands curl around a gigantic mug of beer and make it seem miniature, not even when he sits in a chair and it practically groans under his weight, not even when he has to duck and squeeze through a doorway.
Especially not even when you (don’t) see him looming behind you, scaring off any potential suitors with a steely glare and a creaking grip on his hammer.
He’s just being friendly, after all.
++ And if you finally give the big guy a chance, letting him sink his monstrously big cock into your pretty little cunt - he’s not letting you get away any time soon.
He lets you take the pace, at first. Reinhardt knows he’s big and he doesn’t want to hurt you. Your knees are on either side of his broad thighs, whimpering as you lower yourself down onto his fat cock inch by inch. He shudders with delight, his thick fingers gripping onto the plush flesh of your hips.
He gets a little bit too excited once you’re fully settled, twitching and pulsing rivulets of pre inside of your sweet pussy. Groaning, he bucks his pelvis up wildly, hitting deeper than you thought was possible. You practically collapse onto his scarred chest, fucked silly.
Reinhardt looks down at you with stars shining in his eyes - finally having got you exactly where you should be, and he can’t wait to fill you up.
Reinhardt who follows behind you like a guard dog, always at your heels like an oversized puppy. You’re happy to indulge him, finding it sweet - you even curl your hand up to card your fingers through his beard - and he practically purrs in delight.
It’s different for others though, who have to deal with your ‘guard dog.’ You’re oblivious as to why some of the agents you’ve flirted with soon turn tail and run with a horrified expression on their faces, only to turn around to find Reinhardt shrugging with the same confused expression you had.
They’re terrified of you and you have no idea why. Not even when you see the way Reinhardt’s hands curl around a gigantic mug of beer and make it seem miniature, not even when he sits in a chair and it practically groans under his weight, not even when he has to duck and squeeze through a doorway.
Especially not even when you (don’t) see him looming behind you, scaring off any potential suitors with a steely glare and a creaking grip on his hammer.
He’s just being friendly, after all.
Johnny who groans wantonly when you beg ask him to take the condom off, it’s like music to his ears and he practically fumbles over himself to slip the latex off of his fat cock, twitching hotly against the cleft of your ass.
He presses his chest to your back and hooks a bicep under your chin, keeping you rooted as he bullies himself inside of your sweet pussy. Johnny pants open-mouthed and in the air like a dog, a smarmy grin curling his lips as he ruts inside of your pretty cunt like his life depends on it.
He growls against the nape of your neck before pulling your cheeks apart to marvel at his cum trickling from your poor, battered pussy.
You’ve given him a taste now, and Johnny doesn’t think he can go back to fucking you with a condom on after this.
Gaz who can’t help but lose himself in the taste of your sweet pussy, pressing breathy, open-mouthed kisses to your clit as his slender and deft fingers keep your plush thighs spread nice and wide for him.
Gaz who begs you to sit on his face, to smother him with the soft meat of your thighs while he devours your cunt - it is his favourite meal after all - and he can certainly support your weight.
Gaz who shares you with his Captain, just to show him how sweet your pretty little pussy is.
Gaz who murmurs sweet nothings into your flesh while he keeps your legs pinned, his tongue deep inside you despite your teary, overstimulated whines. You can take one more, darl, can’t you?
Gaz is a munch. Send tweet.
Having Doomfist lay flat on his back while you bounce on his heavy cock to your hearts content, his biceps flexing and straining as he fights the urge to grab ahold of your waist and take control.
It was a rare treat, for him to let you have your fun. Yet Akande couldn’t help but want to spoil it, to grip the fat of your hips and split you open on his cock faster, to bury your face in his sheets and sink balls deep so that you can feel him twitch against your backside. To completely and utterly ruin you.
He’d let you have your fun.
But once you tire out? Bracing either side of his thighs to catch a breather? He’s pinning you down like a butterfly to a corkboard and pumping a bunch of thick and creamy loads into your pretty cunt.
Just as a reminder to let you know who’s really in charge.
oh ok so yuta is the most handsome man on earth. got it.
all I want is for Shawn Mendes and Jeon Jeongguk to spit roast me like is that too much to ask