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“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.

“Why don’t you pick out your favorite toy so we can get started.” Maybe genyatta??? Or any other ship you can think of

Zenyatta hesitates, eyes flinching to the side where Genji has laid out all their toys on the bed – then smiles brightly, eyes almost closing; looking like a lucky cat for all intents and purposes – and crawls over while Genji is still reeling from the sight, biting his knuckle, and wondering once more how he could have convinced someone like Zenyatta to stay with him, instead of being just one of his many meaningless one-night-stands.

He watches as the monk crawls, his lovely brown skin shimmering silkily in the sun streaming into the room, his pretty cock and balls swinging between his slim, bare thighs.

He’s not as curvaceous as Genji normally likes them – in fact, he has no curves at all other than the shaved roundness of his head – but still Genji is infatuated with him. With his way to talk and move… like he is moving now; crawling with a strange sort of grace as he makes his way over to the bed and peruses the items from up close.

His face becomes darker with an eager flush. Genji has yet to find something that would make his submissive squirm in embarrassment. As sweet as Zenyatta is, the depths of his depravity seemed to know no bound.

Finally, he takes a hold of one of the toys – the anal beads – and makes his way back to his Dominant; head held high and his choice swinging left and right from his mouth, the golden silicone beads gently knocking together.

He looks so proud of himself, Genji can’t help but frame his face between his hands when he is back in reach, pressing little moist kisses against the dots on his forehead.

“You’re such a good boy,” he tells him, kisses wandering farther down until he presses them all over Zenyatta’s soft, occupied mouth.

The monk’s eager flush travels down, dusting his shoulders and the top of his flat chest; small dark nipples going hard from the praise.

“Can’t wait to stuff you full with them,” Genji groans when he pulls back, tugging Zenyatta’s choice toy from between his teeth.

“You’re so beautiful, all spread out like this, just for me.” McReyes please <3

@zacklover24 said: “

Come sit on my lap pet Mcreyes”

“You’re so beautiful, all spread out like this, just for me,” Jesse purrs. He is sitting in his boss’ chair, and Gabriel can’t take his eyes off of him, even spread out on his desk as he is; big fist around his big, hard cock.

Jesse has gotten big since working in Blackwatch; filled out until the chair looked like it had to be begging for mercy; thighs thick and arms corded with muscle, and dark with hair.

His hands are so very big in their dark leather gloves. Gabriel thinks about how they would feel spanking him, and he can’t help but shiver – doesn’t know whether it is from longing or fear.

He is a little afraid of Jesse’s huge, capable hands, and the sudden knowledge makes his mouth run dry.

“Come sit on my lap, pet,” Jesse murmurs, dark eyes heavy lidded, wide mouth curled in a lazy smirk. He doesn’t comment on how clumsy Gabriel is in his haste to get down from the desk and up into Jesse’s space – he merely spreads his legs wider; creating a nice, broad seat for Gabriel to make himself comfortable in; his hard cock rubbing against the rough fabric of Jesse’s shirt.

His breath hitches when Jesse’s hands land on his ass; large and warm even through the black leather of his gloves. They’re gentle; squeezing and holding on as Jesse hooks his scruffy chin across Gabriel’s shoulder and rubs one hand slowly up his back.

“Sshhh… you looked like a dear caught in the headlights,” he rumbles, other hand affectionately squeezing Gabriel’s ass. “No need to worry one bit. Got something nice planned for ya. Because you’ve been such a good boy.”

Gabriel shudders and leans into him.

“Don’t cover your face . I want to see you.” R76?

“Don’t cover your face. I want to see you.”

The command is spoken with a certain bark; sharp and nearly aggressive as the Soldier tightens his grip around Reaper’s ankles and pushes them farther up until his feet hang in the air and his knees are nearly at his chest.

Reaper groans, hands twitching where he put them across his face. He is only half-undressed, the Soldier had been too eager to get at his hole, but Jack is more than ready to rectify the situation.

“Stop it,” he tells him again, then lets his legs fall onto his shoulders so he can shove at his shirt, fingers slipping on the clasps of his armor until he can finally ruck it up beneath his pits.

Reaper is watching him, eyes glowing a faint red between his fingers. He looks angry, yet still he lets himself get used obediently, lying back whenever Jack has a need – whenever he can’t stop staring at Reaper’s ass, fantasizing about that sweet, accommodating hole beneath. He’ll always spread his legs for Jack. The Soldier.

Always let him fuck him like a cheap whore; let him bark orders and follow them along like a mutt, eager to debase himself.

He is addicted to the burn of Jack’s cock; the stretch, and the pain that comes from his sharp, merciless fucking.

“Don’t cover your face,” Jack grunts again, a vein swelling on his forehead the more he exerts himself, fucking doggedly into the warm cunt –

and Reaper finally pulls his hands away; shows him how he dug his sharp teeth into his lips, trying not to whine as he gets fucked; red eyes a little wet as he stares at his own legs bouncing obscenely in the air.

It’s a little hard breathing like this – but at least he doesn’t need as much oxygen anymore.

“I think you deserve a treat.” luciper please~

“I think you deserve a treat.”

Lúcio quivers in anticipation, eyes still fixed on Reaper – his gaze adoring and a little wet with unshed tears.

Reaper’s clawed hand cradles his chin, thumb slowly rounding the soft gape of the boy’s open mouth. His jaw had to be hurting already, but he was as obedient as ever. A sweet little pet that was so very eager to please its Master.

Reaper dips his thumb in, rubbing across the soft pad of his tongue.

“You want a treat, don’t you?” he purrs, unendingly amused when Lúcio softly goes “uh huh”, trying so very hard not to close his mouth; his cherry red uvula bouncing with the motion.

“Very well. Such an obedient doll.”

Lúcio nearly goes cross eyed when Reaper pushes the spongy tip of his cock between his plush lips, his tongue cautiously fluttering up against the foreskin – and when Reaper doesn’t reprimand him, just sighs in relief – he starts wriggling the tip beneath the loose skin, lapping at the swelling glans underneath.

Already his goatee is getting sticky with spit but he looks so very happy being allowed to kneel on the floor and suckle his Master’s dick. Reaper doesn’t think he’ll ever give the boy back to those Overwatch goons. 

Hey Cyber! Just wanted to say that I really realy admire your writing and enjoy your work very much. I also love that your fic compilations are doing well! (btw my wallet and body are ready for the next one :3) Have a wonderful day! <3<3<3

thank you very much for those kind words T.T

my part of the next comp is done, but it still needs the pictures of the artist as well as one other special treat. I will start with the next compilation today and if the shimadacest/tekharthacest comp takes too long, I’ll post the other regular compilation before that. I don’t wanna rush the artist :3c

I wish you a good rest of the weekend!

So at the end of your ‘catch me if you can’ there as a promise of some pregnant kink. Would you mind writing a little something on that? There is also an idea that keeps nagging me, where swing as Shimadas have enough shady connections they find a way to get McCree to artificially lactate. I wonder if it will be better if they put cockcage on him or a pump to milk him completely dry everywhere.

hmmm hmmm hmmm

I dunno… I like breeding kink so I let characters talk about it and be hot and bothered for it even though it is a ‘’’’’’realistic’’’’’’ depiction where men just can’t get pregnant. of course what the reader likes to imagine on their end is absolutely their prerogative.

I guess what I want to say with that is that since I haaaate kidfics so much I generally think of pregnancy not being a possibility so nobody will come into my inbox and gush about how cute they will be with a kid because that’s just so very jarringly OOC for me x.x 

(and again: what anybody likes and like to imagine while reading my stuff/anybody’s stuff is absolutely aight of course. I don’t judge, I don’t say it is not for me personally so I have a hard time writing it.)

same with artificially making them lactate. when I write lactation kink they usually can just do it and it is part of the AU and stuff. I personally don’t like medical enhancement stuff/changing another’s body without their consent stuff. 

sorry for the decidedly unsexy answer x.x

Hello cyber, I’m sure you’ve gotten this ask before and i hope im not bothering you but i wanted to know how you’re so successful at overwatch smut? i mean successful like not only do you have a large audience and you get money (!!!) but also like .. you do it so well and you never seem to lose motivation. ive tried so many times but i don’t think i’ve ever even finished 1000 words. Any tips would be awesome!! i love your writing

heyhey^^ you’re not bothering me, don’t worry.

hmmm… I mean I’ve been on this site for three-four years now and I feel like a large number of followers are still from my TeenWolf days. I think there is a kind of trust base now where I’ve written consistently enough in style/frequency that people will know what they get if they decide to purchase something.

as for motivation… *rubs chin* It’s like almost a fifty/fifty thing where sometimes I get jumpstarted by a v goodTM ask and other times I just have to actually sit down and actively think about what I would like to talk about/what we haven’t had in a while just to spice things up and see what feedback comes. From then on it’s a p organic process.

so I guess what I’m saying is; just write what you like, but do it consistently, even if they are just short blurbs. and sometimes you don’t need to ‘finish’ something, it’s also alright if you let it hang in the middle.

the most important thing is not to force yourself through writing. it gets shitty every time. the best is if you can just write without much thinking about it because it just flows well

I’m p bad at giving advice, I’m sorry T.T it’s difficult to give advice on such abstract things as motivation and stuff