For the anon that wanted doomfist publicly humiliating someone, what about reaper… But in front of Jesse who reaper has been domming tf out of for months so it adds to his humiliation for Jesse too see him like that but he can’t help holding his cheeks open for Akande’s fingers or dick begging so sweetly for it, in front of a room full of people

Anonymous said: “Just thinking about Gabe being all bitchy when trying to sub until Doomfist just gets fet up and grabs Gabe’s balls and gives them a nice long squeeze. Suddenly, Gabe is a lot more cooperative.”

He’s been on his better behavior the past weeks, but this time around there’s a distinct restlessness to be felt. He doesn’t want to lie still, doesn’t want to stop growling, doesn’t listen – and Akande’s only explanation for it is the new pair of eyes on him; Jesse McCree’s mouth dropped open as he stars, cheeks a dull brick red beneath his scruff.

Gabriel had been docile enough with just Widowmaker and Sombra around to watch his degradation – he had learned to accept their gazes on him; one cool and disinterested in his pained little grunts as he got deep dicked, the other very much gloating and intrigued.

The new set of eyes, however, makes him skittish like a young horse; even Akande’s rough, big hand harshly at the back of his neck doesn’t make him stop squirming, and complaining.

“Not in front of the ingrate,” he hisses, voice hoarse, ass clenching; squeezing down, trying to force the meaty cock out of the clinging passage after Akande had so much trouble cramming it in there.

McCree’s dark eyes flinch at the insult, but he wisely keeps quiet; his arms are cuffed behind his back; his jeans are tenting prominently beneath the heavy buckle of his belt.

He is more than interested in the proceedings, even standing between his two captors. Widow looks annoyed, her sharp nails drumming against the desk just centimeters from Reaper’s head. She wants to get the report over with, dump the cowboy in a cell and go do whatever she does for leisure.

“You’re not in charge here,” Akande reminds him mildly. He angles his hips forward, tries to press more into the spasming, tight ring of muscle. It does not quite work. He roughly takes Gabriel’s hands and yanks them back; places them on the generous, meaty cheeks of his fat ass.

“Spread.”

Gabriel snarls like an animal. He does not as he is told, and his eyes are fixated on McCree like he wants to rip his eyes out for looking. Akande feels like there is something going on here that he is not quite privy of – but he will find out soon enough. After he’s shown Gabriel who has the upper hand.

It is not difficult to let his hand jerk down below, fingers curling mean and harsh around the heavy, swinging sac of his testicles, but the reaction is instantaneous and gratifying: Gabriel choking on his won spit and going stock still, back arched, insides trembling.

Sombra cackles.

“Bull doesn’t like to be grabbed by the balls, hm?” she coos, but a gaze from Akande makes her shut up quickly, the gloating grin vanishing from her face. She looks away. A pack member acknowledging the leader’s dominance.

McCree is still staring, eyes glassy, pants tenting. Akande thinks he can almost see a wet patch forming in the front.

He squeezes the warm weight in his fist and pulls. Gabriel whines high and pathetic before he can tamp down on it. He goes up to the balls of his feet, then very quickly reverts, hips dipping, hunching down, trying to follow the mean pull on his heavy, plump sac.

Akande keeps pulling, dick inside the clenching hole, but not satisfied with the depth yet; there is a lot left out that he could still cram inside.

“I said spread. Or I’m gonna see what I can do to those big balls you’re so proud of.”

There’s not another peep of protest as Gabriel scrambles to grab his ass, spreading it open; making the swollen rim of his hole stretch around Akande’s cock for him to start fucking inside deeper.

“Good boy,” Akande murmurs, finally letting go of his testicles and patting his leg like he would a dog’s head.

His dark eyes lift to McCree’s vacant face, a smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Very well. I’ve not gotten to welcome our newest guest yet…”

I’m sorry to have to add another doomfist ask to the pile but Doomfist pissing on Reaper… maybe in the talon communal showers. He’s so humiliated but obediently opens his mouth when doomfist squeezes his throat a little bit.

Akande holds Reaper how he needs him, big hand around his jaw, keeping his head tilted to press bruising kisses against his mouth.

When he feels like he’s had enough of a fill, he pulls back, watching Gabriel’s dazed expression. He pats his cheek, a little harder than necessary; it earns him a half-hearted gnashing of teeth.

“Down. On your knees.”

A stubborn glint enter’s Gabriel’s eyes; even naked and wet, he thinks that he can have shreds of dignity. Akande smiles; close mouthed and indulgent. He doesn’t pay attention to the other operatives milling around, furtively glancing at the big, naked men beneath the showers.

“I said: Down. I have a need.” His hand travels from Gabriel’s cheek to his throat, fingers curling around without squeezing. Still, he can feel Gabriel’s forced swallow against his palm. “And you will service me, isn’t that right, my Gabriel? You still have a duty to fulfil.”

He leans close when Reaper is still stubborn, mouth set in a tight line. He has to curl down a little to bring his mouth against Gabriel’s ear; towering above him.

“You have failed me once already, Gabriel. You don’t want to add to your burden, do you?”

Another heartbeat passes without anything happening, and then Reaper falls to his knees, head tilted up, defiant gaze fixed on him.

Doomfist smirks. He doesn’t care; the defiance will be wiped off of his face soon enough. He braces himself with one arm against the tiled wall; feet shuffling apart.

Gabriel’s eyes twitch down towards the massive cock in his fist just in time to get hit by the thick stream of piss against his cheek. He has to close his eyes, then, the corners of his mouth turned down as he feels the hot stream sluice down his neck and across his pec.

Akande sighs, relieved. He closes his eyes just for a second before glancing down once more, nudging the spongy tip against Gabriel’s lips – and Gabriel opens up, without needing to be prompted, tongue curling out, letting Akande piss across the flat surface before slotting the crown just inside his mouth; pissing clean down his throat as Reaper’s eyes go soft and submissive, shoulders relaxing from their tight, stubborn tilt.

Doomfist smirks. It seems he knew better what Gabriel needed than Gabriel himself.

How quickly the defiance had bled out of him; it seems he only needs a belly full of piss to put him back into his place.

cyber, i have this scene i can’t get out of my head. doomfist fucks reaper from behind in his quarters and there’s a knock on the door. doomfist doesn’t hesitate when he tells them to come in and widow and sombra come in giving him mission updates all the while gabe is being fucked relentlessly and they all just ignore it and discuss the mission

“Yes. Come in.”

Gabriel scrabbles at the desk, talons scraping, trying to rear up – but Akande nips that in the bud with a large, unrelenting hand between his shoulder blades and the other at the back of his head, pressing him down easily and slamming his forehead against the surface for good measure.

It is a good maneuver: Gabriel’s insides ripple around his cock, tight and shivery.

“I did not give you permission to move,” he says calmly, unimpressed by Gabriel’s low gurgle of pain.

Sombra is eyeing the exchange with interest, her lips curled into a derisive smirk that Akande keeps in mind for later. Widow just stares straight ahead, face impassive. A little bored, even.

“We have new information regarding Volskaya.”

“Proceed.”

He listens tentatively, head lowered, watching his cock appear and disappear as he takes up fucking Gabriel once more. It is wet whenever it drags out of the clutch of Reaper’s cunt, pulling the swollen muscle of his rim out with it; making it pout obscenely before shoving back in.

Gabriel is still gurgling; though this time for completely different reasons. He is searingly hot inside, muscles rippling and squeezing; not able to acclimate to the sheer girth and length inside him.

He’s never been able to get used to it, come to think of it.

Doomfist’s head come up, eyes narrowing at Widowmaker. “Volskaya never behaves erratically.”

“We believe her to be following orders from a third, as of yet undisclosed party.”

Akande gnashes his teeth, anger making his hips loose; he picks up his pace; starts really fucking into Gabriel – and even though Reaper is as sturdy as they come, he has to scrabble to keep his place atop Akande’s desk.

Each sharp thrust that crams his cock back into the protesting, swollen insides, Gabriel cries out. It had to be burning something fierce on his stretched rim and the thought gives Akande enough satisfaction to slow down once more.

Now Widow is looking down at Gabriel as well; face still impassive except for a thin eyebrow pulled up.

Gabriel is slumping against the polished surface of the desk; he looks defeated. Akande can see him drooling against the wood as he grips his broad, round hips and lifts him minimally for a better angle.

Gabriel whines like a mutt when the new position changes everything.

Sombra, because she is nosy, leans to the side to watch the way Gabriel’s cock hangs and bounces between his thighs; heavy, swollen to bursting; looking overstuffed and painful.

Doomfist ignores her; he’ll remember later, though. Have to think about it properly when he doesn’t have Gabriel on his cock and Volskaya on his mind.

If you don’t think Doomfist and Reaper are having aggressive hate sex on the regular, you’re doing it wrong. (Kidding, but really though. They fight over who gets to top).

“Stay,” Akande says softly, and then a little more forcefully, with his large hand between Reaper’s shoulder blades: “Stay.”

Reaper snarls, twisting beneath him like an angry cat that got lifted at the scruff. One elbow snaps up, digging into Akande’s side. Doomfist grunts, eyes narrowing minimally in pain. He grabs a fist of Gabriel’s hair and slams his forehead against the wall.

Dazed, Reaper halts his struggling. He groans low and pained, blood trickling from his nose.

“Stay,” Akande says again, voice not lifting, but vibrating with rage. Gabriel squirms vaguely, still trying to breathe through the pain radiating from his forehead; not made any easier by Doomfist still grinding his face into the wall with the hand at the back of his head.

He becomes a bit easier to manage when he feels the fat cock slapping against the top of his ass. Warm and meaty, and enough to make him pause in his sluggish struggles; take stock of the feeling. The promise of getting fucked raw until he can’t stand it any longer.

He only starts up his fight once more, when he feels Akande try to press it into him; the blunt tip squeezing into the tight clench of his hole; burning even more than his lungs as Gabriel stops breathing and starts struggling, teeth gnashed, elbow jerking back once, twice, thrice, digging hard into Akande’s augmented side.

Doomfist wheezes, the pressure against the back of Reaper’s head stopping just long enough for him to turn around.

They bare their teeth at each other, chests heaving, eyes glinting with malicious intent.

Reaper nearly climbs him; grunting low, hissing for Doomfist to ‘Fucking hold me’ as he fumbles down between their bodies, curls his hand around Akande’s ‘goddamn useless dick. Fuck. Stay still!’ as Akande laughs at him, derisive and superior, hands spreading his ass cheeks, opening his hole for the cock they both want to try and cram inside him without any slick to ease the way.

“Slut,” is all he comments easily, feet shuffling apart, finding a firmer stance to let Gabriel bounce on his cock.

He whines like a dog when he manages to push the first few inches inside, body shuddering, insides clenching – hot and a little dry until Akande can slick the way with his cum.

He doesn’t care for Reaper’s pain; doesn’t wait for him to adjust to start moving him; biceps flexing as he lifts and lowers him; fucks him on his cock as Reaper howls and claws his shoulders open.

He loves and hates the feeling of Doomfist’s massive cock splitting him open; reaching up far into his belly to get it on fire with the stretch. He needs Doomfist’s cock just as much as the man himself.

His rim is already swollen and hot to the touch. A perfect, slutty mouth to warm Akande’s cock and cushion it. Sucking him like a pro even as its Master is howling like a mangy dog and hanging onto him like a limp sack of flour.

“Going to fill you up, Gabriel,” Akande murmurs right into his ear. “Gonna give you something to remember me by.”

“Shut…” Gabriel takes a shuddering breath, his insides clenching. “Shut up.”

It is a weak comeback. Akande nearly doubles over with laughter while Gabriel quietly seethes.

He has lost this round.

Doomfist/Reaper

Akande’s fist shoots out into the dark of the hallway he is passing, thick fingers curling into the front of Reaper’s outfit, cleanly yanking him out of the hiding place he slunk into.

Even without his gauntled on – tucked safely into the large safe of his room – Gabriel does not dare to fight the harsh grip slamming him against the wall.

“AAahhh,” Akande sighs, stepping closer, letting Talon operatives pass behind his broad back. Nobody stops; nobody even glances at them. The boss is back – and you can feel it. “There you are, my Gabriel.”

His other hand reaches out, fingers slowly tracing the sharp point of Reaper’s mask, before hooking beneath it almost playfully.

“I had been concerned. I thought you, of all people, would be the very first to welcome me back.” He pushes the mask up; just enough to see Reaper’s mouth, lips pressed into a thin line; chin shivering beneath his goatee.

Akande laughs, steps closer, crowding Gabriel in against the wall until his world is narrowed down to Doomfist. His head gets tipped up; the mask is pushed in a way that makes it impossible to see anything. He is plunged in absolute darkness.

“But I thought to me… I thought to myself ‘Akande. Little Gabriel did not forget you. He will crawl into your room that very first night. Be good to you, like in the old times.’“ Doomfist leans down, bites at Gabriel’s chin with large, blunt teeth. Reaper shivers, hands coming up uselessly, claws tugging at Doomfist’s simple undershirt like a kitten.

“You did not come,” Akande rumbles, voice slipping into a darker, nastier register. “I was all alone in my rooms, Gabriel. And now – now I find you slinking in the darkness. Watching me like a scared little girl.”

Gabriel gasps for breath, suddenly realizing he had stopped breathing a long time ago. His head is swimming, talons wanting to dig in deeper, but not daring to. In front of Doomfist, the Reaper is reduced to a school boy.

“I…”

“Ah.” Akande slaps his cheek gently, pushing up his mask just a tad higher. “I did not need you to speak, my Gabriel. It is all well. I understand. You are nervous after all this time. You think Akande will have changed in prison; that he will have become a cruel lover.”

He pauses for a moment, fingers sliding beneath his chin, petting him like an animal. “I could never be cruel to you, Gabriel. My sweet Gabriel. Why don’t I show you…”

Reaper’s mouth stops clenching, the corners tugging down into a vaguely unhappy grimace as Akande’s large hand slaps down on his shoulder, pressing him down onto his knees.

In some way, this is a punishment in itself; for not being the first in the row to greet one of their leaders back into their folds. Having to kneel in the middle of a hallway, operatives milling behind as Akande tugs his dark sweatpants down and offers him the meaty length of his cock up.

Gabriel can’t see it; but he can feel it. Slapping against his cheeks, dragging against his lips for small, wet kisses. It has been a long time – but he hasn’t forgotten a thing that Doomfist likes.

He hasn’t forgotten that intoxicating, heavy scent between his thighs, either. It makes him hard fast and dizzyingly. A well trained response to his position, mouth opening easily, tongue sticking out.

He falls back into the routine embarrassingly fast. Akande is laughing above him; not necessarily cruel. He had been right, however. He had never been a cruel lover – but one that knew how to strike fear into his subordinates.

Akande slaps the spongy tip of his cock against Gabriel’s tongue; watching him try to catch it blind. Instead, he takes a hold of the top of his head and tilts it back roughly, until he can carefully place his large sac across mouth and nose; suffocate Gabriel with his balls while his hot little tongue and lips worship him in kitten licks and kisses.

He sighs, pulling back slowly, letting Reaper breathe and watching the wet glisten of his lips.

“You are still eager. Still my good, sweet Gabriel. I dreamed about you. In prison. We have so much time to make up…”

He finally allows himself to slip his cock into that tantalizing space; feel Gabriel’s lips close around his shaft, trying immediately to get it as wet as possible for easier fucking. Taught so well. Remembering so much.

Still, he gags when Akande pushes deeper, wants into that tight space of his throat. He hums, pulls back, lets him take deep, shuddering breaths with only the tip resting against his tongue.

“Calm,” he instructs easily; Talon operatives are milling at his back. Nobody is staying to watch. They know. They still know. The thought makes his cock swell harder; tap against the upper row of Gabriel’s teeth. “It is all well,” he continues, slowly slipping back in again, blunt fingers stroking Gabriel’s cheeks. “We will just have to get you used to it once more. I am a patient man, my sweet Gabriel. I will teach you again.”

He fucks him slowly, leisurely, eyes heavy lidded; bracing himself against the opposite wall as he fucks; looking like he’s pissing into a urinal instead of shallowly dicking the Reaper’s mouth; letting himself get serviced by the man with eager, loud slurps.

He wonders for a second whether he should pull back; shoot his load all over Gabriel’s mouth and cheeks and watch the liquid against the dark skin. He decides against it. He thinks coming back after so long calls for a kind of celebration; he should shoot his cream right down Gabriel’s belly; give him something to remember him by until the night. Have him warm with Akande’s graciousness so he’ll never forget him again.