Category: Allgemein

“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.

is there any way for me to be able to buy the overwatch naughty comp volume 3, but not by that name? just cause my parents check my card statements and i don’t want them seeing the ‘naughty’ lol. if theres any way let me know, i would really appreciate it!!! (i want to buy so bad O^O)

the name of the purchase does not show up on the card; what shows up is the name gumroad and that you made a purchase there. what exactly you bought is not listed in a way that could be deciphered

Edit: sorry I just woke up and didn’t think to mention it: I hope you’re not underage. If you are, please refrain from buying!

Why don’t you move your hips for me, hm” please for mcreyes?

Jesse flushes dully. He looks a second away from throwing out a stupid one-liner and destroying the mood. Gabriel snaps his fingers once, sharp to get the man’s attention and murmurs: “Why don’t you move your hips for me, hm?” before Jesse can think of more than how uncomfortable the situation makes him.

McCree’s face shuts down and he turns his head away – which is a shame; Gabriel loves seeing when his boy has fun – but he does move; a slow swaying of his thick hips.

He moves slowly, tests out the waters, and when Gabriel just keeps watching, he garners some momentum and slowly lifts his arms, hands grabbing at his messy hair.

Gabriel hums low, rough, is mesmerized by the sight of Jesse’s biceps flexing; the tight shirt stretching impossibly across his shoulders and wide chest.

He dances to no music other than the soft jingling of his spurs whenever he shuffles his feet; turning slightly to let Gabriel have a better view of his broad hips; the strong profile of his thighs and the roundness of his ass.

“Magnificent,” Gabriel sighs, slipping a little lower, fiddling with a cigarette.

Jesse’s face is mostly obscured; turned away and angled towards the floor as it is – but between the strands of his messy hair he can see the sharp white grin of the man.

Seems his boy has found the merit in the task after all.

That’s it, keep cumming – mchanzo pls?

“Thaaat’s it,” McCree croons, eyes alight on Hanzo’s face. It is twisted, eyes clenched shut, teeth bared; glinting with sweat as he shudders, the impressive muscles of his belly clenching again and again. “Keep coming, babydoll.”

Hanzo’s hands are at his head, fingers curled into his palms. That he hasn’t tried to reach for Jesse yet – tried wrenching his hand away from his cock or push his fingers out from his ass – speaks volumes about the insane self-discipline of his submissive.

He can’t believe how much Hanzo is coming; how his cock hasn’t stopped lazily drooling cum for almost a minute now – the wet dick flexing in McCree’s loose grip as his fingers press against Hanzo’s prostate with unrelenting but gentle pressure, minutely rubbing to stimulate him.

There are tears at the corners of his eyes, and as Jesse watches, one tear rolls down his his temple, vanishing in his greying hair. He looks like he is being tortured; the pool of cum on his stomach widening and slipping in sticky drops down the sides of his shivering belly.

“Good boy. That’s it. Damn, babydoll… you were being so good for me, were you? Not touching your pretty cock for days, just like I said… look how much you can come for me.”

Hanzo’s jaw unclenches for just a moment; long enough to let him sob, his head throwing back, throat stretched and bulging, flushing a dark red as he keeps coming on Jesse’s finger, his body shaking and hips jerking in small thrusts up and back; jittery as if he were being electrocuted – more tears slipping from his eyes.

“Just a little longer,” Jesse croaks, boyishly fascinated by Hanzo’s absolute submission. “Just a tiny bit longer.”

“you’re such a good boy” reinhardt/reaper please? <3

“You’re such a good boy.”

Reinhardt has to strain to nuzzle at Reaper’s cheek, big hand tightening around his thigh, keeping him close as he rocks into him from behind.

Reaper doesn’t have too much leverage lying on his side, but he still tries his best to get away when he hears Reinhardt cooing at him, the tips of his ears burning and his clawed fingers digging holes into the comforter.

“Shut up,” he growls. Reinhardt chuckles like it is the sweetest thing and rubs his bearded chin along Reaper’s shoulders. He gently nudges forward, pushing in deeper in a slow, unrelenting press that has Reaper groaning and wheezing, breath seemingly punched out by the mind boggling stretch of Reinhardt’s cock.

“Pretty little cocksleeve.”

Reinhardt glances down, watching the soft girth of reaper’s cock against his thigh; drooling out cum and making a mess out of everything; getting milked by the sheer pressure of Reinhardt’s massive cock pressing against his prostate and not moving more than a couple inches with the man’s almost lazy rocking.

“Letting me milk you like a good boy… You love it when I deny you your orgasms, don’t you?”

He kisses Reaper’s hot ear, eyes fluttering closed when that warm little hole clenches down tightly around him.