Category: Allgemein

FIC IDEA: CYBER AND TK SAY NICE THINGS ABOUT EACH OTHER AND EVERYTHING IS SUNSHINE

technoxenoholic:

bonebo:

cyberrat:

Cyber bursts into TK’s room after reading a very confusing and amusing ask. TK is writing excellent porn but Cyber doesn’t care one bit and bodychecks TK to the ground.

“You are very cute and good at the writing stuff with the penors and the vagoos and I love you.”

TK is confused as fuck.

@bonebo

……..what the fuck

sequel: a wild Tam appears to make sure TK is undamaged and steep them their fave tea

(Cyber can have tea too but only if they promise not to body-check TK again)

I make no promises.

It’s how I show my love.

Oh oh oh! What about dom!Gabe instructing Jesse to go on a Hanamura train, wearing a certain article of clothing that signals that he’s to be groped. However, the surprise is that the whole car is on it. And EVERYONE wants a piece. Cue Jesse get his wrists tied up by the hanging straps or having his legs spread for pictures. there was a name for this but I don’t remember what. :3

Gabriel reaches down to get a good hand full of the kid’s ass, squeezing hard enough to make Jesse go on the tips of his feet as he wipes his wet lips against his dom’s jaw. He is making needy little sounds that almost make Gabriel re-think the whole plan to get the kid into the train station restroom and fuck him against a dirty toilet stall.

He can feel McCree’s cock against his hip, too; eager and hard, probably leaking everywhere. The kid was so hot for the experience, Gabriel couldn’t bring himself to call it all off just to get that warm, gripping hole on his dick that McCree was so very generous with.

“You ready?” he murmurs when the train pulls up into the station. Jesse whines high and nervous. His eyes are a little too wet and his cheeks burn a deep red. He looks like he’s on his best way into subspace already and Gabriel smirks as he reaches down and pops open the button of his jeans, eyes not leaving his sub’s face as he carefully pulls down the zipper until Jesse’s young, sleek cock pushes out into the air.

“Well then. In with you, slut.” He pushes Jesse towards the door that slides open, watching as the kid stumbles and awkwardly hobbles because his pants are sliding farther down his coltish hips. He looks fucking drunk, and Gabriel can’t wait to get his hands on the video footage afterward.

All those hands on Jesse’s body; how he’d look freaked out and needy, faintly, sluggishly struggling in their groping hands after the first commented about the kid’s dick being out in the open and already flushed with need.

He’d gather him up later, draped across the back of a chair, hole soft and gaping, cum trailing down towards his balls – and Jesse’d tell him about how two big guys held him down and spread his legs and showed the whole car what he had to offer.

Jesse was such a good slut.

Need more stuffs about McCree takin’ Hanzo by the leash n teaching him who’s the boss 👌

Anonymous said: “You still take ficlet request? How about lactating Hanzo nursing McCree?“

Anonymous said: “mchanzo lac fuck ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”

If Hanzo had cat ears, Jesse is quite sure they would have been flat against his head by now. He looked as stubborn as they came, nose wrinkled and head tilted as far back as possible as he stemmed himself against the pull of the thin leash, the little bell in front of his collar tingling faintly.

“You’re a recalcitrant little thing, aren’t’cha?” Jesse drawled, fist unrelenting as he curled his wrist further towards his body, tugging at the leash. Hanzo dug his fingers into the carpet, leaning even farther away, threatening to destroy his pretty leash and collar. They were both not made to withstand the bulk of a grown man stemming against them.

He loved being a kitty – but he hated being restrained in any way.

“Hanzo!” Jesse barked when he could see the dainty clasp starting to slowly warp with the strain. Hanzo, unfamiliar with the sharpness in the deep voice, halted and stopped straining, head turned to the side as he cautiously watched Jesse out of the corner of his eyes.

“C’mere now. Stop being silly.” Jesse pointed imperiously to the spot between his spread knees and Hanzo’s cheeks became blotchy with hectic red dots as he warred with himself – obviously wanting to come closer but also not wanting to look like he did it because Jesse told him so.

“You’re goddamn ridiculous,” McCree murmured, leaning forward and snatching the archer at the back of his neck in one fluid, fast motion that left him no chance of escape.

He dragged the vaguely struggling form closer until he was finally kneeling where he wanted him to be – nice and upright so Jesse didn’t have to lean down too much for what he had in mind.

Hanzo’s pecs looked plump with milk, the nipples large and dark and soft; enough to make the water shoot into McCree’s mouth.

“There’s a good kitty,” he rumbled, hand absentmindedly curling quick and perfunctory to sling the slack of leash around his knuckles. “Gimme your milk. That’s it.”

Hanzo kept almost comically still as McCree started nursing, his mouth open wide and tongue pressing against the soft, feverishly hot areolas. The archer hissed in pain, fingers digging sharp into McCree’s thighs just to share the unpleasant sensation.

In the end he became quite eager for the treatment, though; angling up to give Jesse a better reach, his sleek, pretty cock arched just as much as his back as he nursed the gunslinger.

LORD please bless us with more submissive cockslut reaper going docile and pliant with a cock up his ass

“That’s a sight for sore eyes,” Reinhardt purrs, thick fingertips rounding the soft gape of Reaper’s hole again and again. It’s warm to the touch; almost sickly so, the insides clinging and wet when he pushes just the tips inside.

“Get in,” Reaper hisses, black haze wafting from the corners of his mouth. His fingers are digging into the meat of his thighs, clamped just behind his knees, using his grip to fold himself into a neat little package. He’s a good boy, even though he likes to forget his manners if things aren’t going his way.

Reinhardt ignores it magnanimously. He crooks his fingers to feel the silky give of his insides and watch how the feral gnash of his teeth loosens, lips going a little slack and pupils blowing wide when he gets the first taste of what he wants.

“Sweet boy,” Reinhardt murmurs, rubbing his insides in little circular motions before he replaces them with his cock – the tip fatter and more satisfying, if Reaper’s reaction was anything to go by: he actually starts cooing low and soft, an almost purring as the tension bleeds from his body and his cock flexes where it lies heavy and drooling against his belly.

He looks peaceful when he gets deep dicked, a thick cock sliding in deep and patiently slow. Reinhardt is enough of a hedonist to want to enjoy the capitulation of his team mate.

“That’s it. You love cock, don’t you? Yesss just like that. You got the sweetest little peach just for me…”

He replaces Reaper’s hands with his own, the large palms warm as they cup the backs of the thick thighs, spreading them just a little more to have better leverage as he starts to rock; small, self-indulgent thrusts that have Reaper almost gurgling, belly shivering with his little gasps of breath.

“Pretty boy,” Reinhardt praises low, chin against his chest, watching Reaper’s cock flex out more sticky pre-cum. “Kleiner Liebling.”