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Patreon Compilation – Fic#303 – Blast From The Past!
🕑 Added 2024-09-18 05:58:46 +0000 UTCThis week's fic is a 'blast from the past' fic! To see on why that is, please have a small look into the pinned post. As already stated there, I can't encourage you enough to link your patreon to discord to have a peek into the patron-only channel – or to DM me for further info if you can't/don't want to link. Thank you!
Readable for all tiers this time :)
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This blast from the past is Patreon Comp Fic#36! Please enjoy this DVa/Cassidy!
Dva/Cassidy – voyeurism; fingering; spanking – Cole finds Dva Being a nasty little peeping Tom and decides to treat her to something more substantial.
Previously posted with Cassidy's old name!
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There is a hole into the locker rooms of the men and DVa naturally has found it early on in her stay in Overwatch. She feels like it has been something like destiny that she would stumble across it in one of the unused rooms flanking the bathing area.
It must have been carved there with intent, she is sure of it, and not utilizing it would be akin to spitting in the face of whoever has been brave enough to work it out in the first place. DVa is a lot of things, but she very definitely is not impolite.
At least not where she doesn’t feel it necessary.
One could argue that her slipping into the unused storage unit to spy on her grizzled old comrades without them being any the wiser, and fuck a few fingers into her little snatch while doing so is rude, but… well. She figures as long as they have no inkling of the fact that a young girl is watching them easily juggle their junk and meticulously washing the sweat from behind their balls (very commendable), no harm is done.
Maybe hacking into Athena’s systems to figure out who is scheduled for training exercises when has been a bit… much. She’d be the first to agree that that hasn’t been a very rational choice and not very hero-like, but what’s done is done, and not utilizing easily available information strikes her as just as silly as not using the hole someone else has dug to spy on Overwatch recruits from what feels like a million years ago.
Anyway.
She is familiar with them all by now, and she loves them all, too. Even Torbjörn. He’s small and stocky, and she has found herself fantasizing about him bending her across a low stool so he can rail her with a cock that looks just fascinatingly fat.
Maybe she’s a bit pent up. Maybe. It’s been a while since she last got railed nice and hard until stars were exploding in front of her eyes and her cervix hurt with the insistent knocking of a long dick against it. Hell, she’s even spent a few nerve wrecking minutes staring at Bastion’s thick metal digits, wondering if he could make them vibrate enough to get her off like a big omnic pleasure wand.
She figures part of the appeal of watching the men is just how dangerous it is. Half of them are likely to end her life if they ever found out she knew exactly just which way their big meaty cocks swung when out of their tight pants, and the thought of having one of them – say, the Soldier – pick her up and grunt fuck their frustration and anger out of them by utilizing her cunt like nothing more than a fleshlight, is making her everything pull together in a delicious shiver that is surprisingly close to an orgasm.
And then there are the other ones. Like Reinhardt or Cassidy, who would probably make a good-natured remark. A bit flustered, maybe, but ultimately happy that a young girl such as her is still interested in their big hairy dad bods.
Something like-
“Likin’ what yer seein’?”
DVa makes a sound like a mouse as she swirls around, her hand ripped out of her tight bicycle shorts as she stares at Cassidy standing just a few steps away from her, leaning lazily against a crate.
She hasn’t… she hasn’t even heard him enter. She looks down at his feet. He’s still wearing his spurs. He must have moved without making them jingle. Even the fat cigar between the lips of his wide, sensual mouth has not been lit. Surely the thick, sweet smoke would have at least alerted her to the company she’s had.
She stares at him, mouth slightly agape. His dark brown eyes flick down, staring at her fingers. She knows they are still glistening wet with her juices and jerks her hand behind her back, heart racing in her chest.
“I… ah…”
“You must’ve. Liked it, that is. Been gettin’ real into it. Who’s in there right now?” He pushes away from the crate and swaggers closer. This time, his spurs are jingling just as loud and jarringly as she is used to. Her belly curls up hot and nervous, voice taking on a squeaky quality as she says urgently: “D-Don’t! They’ll hear!”
“Nah they won’t. Pretty difficult ta hear anythin’ when those showers are runnin’. Ah. Reinhardt. An’ Gabriel, eh?” He has leaned down to peer through the hole, and is softly whistling between his teeth. “Nice view ya got there…”
DVa is standing there like a little school girl in front of the principal, her cheeks flaming hot and cunt pulsing in a slow, delicious rhythm that makes her squeeze her thighs together to take some of the nervous edge off.
Cole turns around at long last after watching his friends for a while longer. DVa can only imagine how Reinhardt probably has been soaping up the thick fur on his broad pecs, or how Gabriel had been bracing himself against the shower wall to let the water thrum against the nape of his neck, his round plump ass inadvertently pushed out deliciously.
When Cole’s lazy brown eyes fall on her, she pulls her shoulders up. She had been thinking of him as the one most likely to let it slide and be jovial about it, but suddenly she’s not so sure anymore.
“Nasty little girl, are ya?” he drawls. He reaches into his pocket for a pack of matches and lights one. She watches as he puts the flame to the end of his cigar, his lips moving as he puffs to get it going, and her cunt pulsing as she thinks about having him suck just as firm and lazy at her clit.
She opens her mouth, intent on a stupid little excuse like ‘it’s not what you think it is’ or ‘I just stumbled across it just now’, but suddenly his eyes flick up to her again, and her mouth snaps shut without having said a thing.
She feels pinned like a butterfly, and when he finally shakes the match to put out the flame and reaches for her with the other big hand, she does not even try to turn and run away.
“Never pegged ya for the sweaty pervy type but… oh well…” He is speaking conversationally; a bit more slurred than usual as he talks around the fat cigar in the corner of his mouth. He drags her along behind him, but not towards the door.
Her heart is pounding in her chest as she stumbles along behind him, suddenly not so sure anymore about how nice Cole is.
“W-What are you going to do?” she stutters. Cole throws her a glance over his shoulder and comes to a halt, dragging her to stand in front of him until she is wedged between his body and a bunch of crates that someone had stacked decades ago in the corner of the room.
His body is a feverish hot line against her back and she can’t help but curve her ass into it. She had seen his cock. She knows how heavy and fat it is, lazily swinging between his hirsute thighs. She knows just how big his balls are, dangling between the spread of his legs when he reaches behind himself to wash his ass.
God, but she wants it.
She doesn’t get it, though.
Cole takes a step back with a derisive snort.
“Bratty little girls need ta get spanked,” he drawls. DVa blinks rapidly, brain misfiring a few times as she tries to parse his words. When it’s back online, he has already hooked his broad fingers into the back of her tight shorts and dragged them down to beneath her ass.
The first hit shouldn’t come as a surprise, but still does. He has very clearly stated his intent, but she’s still hung up on… everything. His hand is so big, it easily spans both her ass cheeks. It makes her brain fizzle out. She should be screaming and kicking and try to break his fingers, but all she does is groan and lean over the dusty crate, cheek smearing into the grime as she lifts her ass into the heavy handed slaps that rain down in irregular intervals.
God, it hurts. It hurts good.
Cassidy is laughing, she realizes. She doesn’t know how long he has been doing that; she’s been swimming in her own little bubble of painful bliss, her ass hot and tingly and her cunt drooling like a leaky faucet as she clenches up tight again and again in the fear he might catch her plump, sensitive labia with his rough fingers.
“Nasty little girl,” Cole croons. He kicks at her legs to make them spread farther. She follows along eagerly, trying to shuffle them farther apart despite the shorts that are hobbling her. She can hear him take a puff from his cigar. She imagines him lazily rolling it to the other side of his mouth, and suddenly she’s not imagining anything anymore because he slides two wide, rough fingers into her snatch.
It’s a slow but steady push inside that has her squeaking and pulling up onto the balls of her feet. He hooks them, the pads dragging against her slippery channel, and stars explode in front of her eyes.
“I think it’s about time you stopped playing with toys, little girl,” he croons. “You want cock so badly, don’t you? Shoulda just gone ahead and ask instead of being a dirty little voyeur cunt. Know a couple a’ guys that would love ta get their dicks wet in that sweet pussy you got.”
He fucks her slow and deep on his digits, and her eyes roll up into her head, teeth clenched.
God… he’s not as gentle and jovial as she had thought he’d be. But this is… so much better.
