right? uuunngh. I def like those ‘pretending not to like it’ prompts
and I p much ghost wrote the forced impregnation one… holy shit that’s such a huge kink for me
Tag: dub con
7th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 7th Fill
Blackwatch Boys/Winston – past abuse; past rape; current non-con/dub-con; brain washing – Blackwatch got Winston out of the Talon base and decide to take him for a test drive.
(keep note of the warnings)
It’s not one of their finest hours, they all agree. Rescuing Doctor Winston out of the bowels of the Talon base has been a stroke of genius; but having him on his knees now, body still black and blue with bruises, servicing their cocks… not so much.
Gabriel and McCree throw each other glances every now and then. McCree looks about as guilty as he feels, but it still does not make them stop.
Shimada seems supremely unperturbed as is, deep dicking the scientist’s throat until he is gagging, wet and a bit desperate, his dark eyes open and throwing pleading glances at his other two rescuers while Genji calmly keeps him stuffed with cock until he stops struggling again.
“Not so rough,” Gabriel mutters, hand out, fingers scratching along Winston’s jaw. “He’s a good boy.”
He is. He’s not been gone long, but Talon has already trained him well. They’ve seen snippets of the footage while infiltrating the hideout. They’ve smelled how he reeked of old cum when they stepped into the room they had kept him in.
There are big, hand-shaped bruises on his wide hips and thick, soft thighs, and when McCree pushed into them with a boot on their flight back, he’s gone to his knees like a whore and begged for dick with big brown eyes.
Brainwashed. They shouldn’t be doing this.
But alas. Not their finest hour.
Winston is hairy and thick and delicious. He is sturdy, can take what they dish out, even though he looks heartbroken whenever Shimada becomes too rough in his excitement.
His cunt is soft and greedy, easy to prepare for their cocks while he is whining in the back of his throat, haphazardly shoving his backup glasses that they gave him as they boarded back onto his nose.
It’s a weird twilight they got him in; seemingly still stuck in the mindset Talon taught him, while also clearly understanding what is happening with him now.
“Th-thank you,” he stutters again and again whenever they let him get enough air to do so. His deep voice is all soft. He mumbles a bit just like he’s always done. He sounds just like his old self; sweet and bumbling – too nice for the military service – but it stands in crass contrast to the fact that he’s showing them his ass while he does so; spreading his cheeks with both hands, begging for them to dick him into the soft, buttery gape of his hole.
It’s not their finest goddamn hour. They should have been above it, yet…
When McCree and Gabriel try to step away, let him calm down, he becomes desperate. Crawls to them, begs for their cocks. Kisses and licks them like he’s grateful, looking up at them hypnotically with big dark eyes, his own cock painfully hard looking as it curves against the lower swell of his big, firm belly.
“Ah fuck it,” McCree murmurs before long. Gets back into the action. They need to keep Shimada at bay anyway: Genji tends to forget how strong he is. Gabriel watches them quietly, big cock in his big fist.
They’d arrive at the base in just under two hours. Until then they need to be done and have Winston cleaned up a bit. It’s still enough time to have him… tend to them, though. He’s so very thankful. Very eager.
There is a certain kind of intelligence in his eyes that makes Gabriel wonder just how much this is his new training and how much is him.
He seems to become happier the longer it goes on and the softer they are with him. When Genji stops trying to suffocate him on his dick and pets his hair, Winston goes cross-eyed.
He’s still clumsy, still flushes and becomes embarrassed, and that makes all of it even more surreal. Dream like.
He hides his face in his big, softly muscled arms when he sees how big McCree’s cock is and how he’s about to fuck that into him.
He hiccups out little rough moans when Jesse mounts up, and Gabriel nearly strangles his cock.
He’s not been too long with Talon. Whatever they did, it hasn’t taken completely. They haven’t broken him.
“Fuck, he’s milking me so good,” McCree groans, head back as he fucks easy and fast. “You got to feel that, boss.”
Gabriel will. He might hate himself for it later, but god, he will.
Winston thanks McCree like a good boy when he’s filled him up and pulled out. He shows everybody in the room his creamy hole. He’s still hungry, turns his flushed, embarrassed face towards Gabriel.
He hesitates for a second, but Genji looks like he’s ready to take him again, so he stands and walks over before he can think about it too much.
He’s been friends with Doctor Winston for a long time; he’s always wondered how it would be to show him how good it can feel to have a dick in his belly. He’d never have thought just how happy and content he would look getting fucked until he’s sleepy.
His ass is warm and clingy, slimy from McCree’s last load, and Gabriel can’t help but fuck him like a porn star; right hand on his left hip, chin on his chest as he looks down between them, watches himself easily fuck Doctor Winston’s sloppy cunt.
Blackwatch has so many secrets already. This might just become one more of them. He wonders if Doctor Winston will tell on them. Gabriel almost… hopes. But he’s still a shy, bumbling scientist, and his face, at least from the side, looks totally blissed at getting fucked nice and warm.
Talon has not been kind to him. Maybe they are doing a favor to him, after all.
7th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 3rd Fill
Soldier76/Zenyatta/Lúcio – continuation of this fic – contains coercion, non-con/dub-con, dirty talk, humiliation/degradation – Jack has the two of them at his home to perform for his pleasure…
It has almost been too easy to get them to the point they are now at: softly humping on Jack’s unmade bed, pressing suckling little kisses against each other’s mouth while he sits behind the camera and films the whole thing.
It’s like they had almost been waiting for it. Like they had hoped someone would eventually stumble across them and unveil them as the dirty little tramps they really are. It would have taken all the fun out of having power to lord over them if watching them didn’t provide him with so much satisfaction.
“Yeah, you like to perform, don’t you?” he murmurs finally when he’s looked through the lens one last time to make sure they were nicely framed, then he takes a step back to watch the action unfold properly before him.
Zenyatta’s cheeks have flushed a nice dark red, and there’s a bit of a frown between Lúcio’s brows. At least they have the decency to look mildly ashamed by their whorish conduct. Jack pushes a hand unselfconsciously into his shorts and strokes his cock slowly, leisurely. He has all the time in the world, after all.
When Zenyatta twists his hips minimally away, ostensibly to lighten the pressure against his cock, Jack can see how tented both of their tight leggins already are. They’re as into the situation as he is, even if they played demure and horrified in the beginning. As he watches, the bright yellow-and-green pants Lúcio has donned slowly sport a wet patch where his dick is drooling into the fabric.
“Fucking sluts,” Jack grunts. It sounds disgusted even though it gets him off, and the flush on Zenyatta’s cheeks quickly spreads out to his ears.
He lifts his thigh – long and slender, just like the rest of the boy – and pushes his knee over Lúcio’s hip. Jack makes his way over to is old ratty armchair and plops into it, feet propped on the edge of the bed, not far away from the pretty boys making out for him.
“Sit on him,” he suggests and feels a spike of unholy pleasure when Zenyatta *does*, shoving himself astride Lúcio’s hips, their mouths finally separating with a wet little pop that goes straight to Jack’s balls. Their lips are plump and soft looking. Like they would look gorgeous around his dick.
He wonders if the little sluts even know how to treat a *real* cock. He’ll find out later.
They dry fuck for him, making little breathy sounds that seem straight out of some softcore porn. They drag their little cocks against each other, bulges pressing and rubbing and squishing as they get a bit needy and desperate in their need.
They even look at each other like they got stars in their fucking eyes. Lúcio’s hands are all over Zenyatta, squeezing at his small ass and supple thighs and urging him to grind down harder. Maybe make their little cute dicks hurt a bit… and how interesting of a thought is that?
But they also seem to have forgotten Jack, which… does not sit well with him. He frowns, thumb smearing across the crown of his dick, the tip of his pointer finger idly nudging its way into his foreskin to feel how much wetness has gathered in there already.
He rudely shoves one foot against Zenyatta’s hip, jostling both boys out of their lovey-dovey little bubble they’ve sequestered themselves into. When they glance at him, he makes a motion with his free hand.
“I wanna see you do a sixty-nine. Don’t get those little dicks out, though.”
He should be more adventurous, maybe – they *are* yoga teachers, after all, and nice and flexible – but for the moment he wants to simply bask in the fact that they do everything he tells him to.
They scramble to obey. They look lovely, faces stuffed with each other’s bulge, mouths greedy as they start licking and suckling through the thin fabric of their leggins. He slowly jerks himself as he watches them play for him, and has to stop once or twice just to let the feeling of orgasm recede again.
He feels delirious, almost in trance as he watches them. Listens to them. They are nasty little boys that make a lot of noise, and he *loves* hearing their little slurping sounds and sighs and thoughtless hums as they get more breathless, more eager. More needy. Their slim hips start shifting, motions getting a bit more sharp and demanding.
They want to shoot their nasty little loads, that much is obvious – and Jack could come just from the fact that they have to wait for *him* to give them the okay.
“Stop,” he croaks finally. They turn their heads towards him, staring, cheeks dark with a flush, mouths hanging open to pull enough oxygen into their lungs. He catches Lúcio’s gaze travel down towards the big cock in his fist, and Jack grins slow and satisfied. Of course they would crave the real thing after getting themselves riled up with each other’s little toy.
“Come here and suck my dick.”
They crawl towards him like kittens, sitting pretty between his thighs and getting at his dick like they are starved. He notices them holding hands, but does not have enough brain power to tell them to stop that because Zenyatta is slurping noisily at his foreskin while Lúcio is sucking one of his balls into his mouth, and *fuck* he is in heaven.
good god that r76 is so hot t-t please I’m begging you
It is… so fucking good… those wide manacles around Gabriel’s wrists making sure he has no way to twist his body away. He hates what is happening but also loves it. Biting at his forearm as 76 fucks him, determined not to make a sound mmhhh
“I knew we would come to an agreement, Mr. Shimada,” Antonio murmurs, fisting Hanzo’s shirt and dragging it a bit higher so he can see the man’s ass and sweaty back better.
Shimada is panting quickly, tongue almost lolling at this point. He’s not used to taking cock – especially not one as fat as Antonio’s – and it shows in how nervously his insides squeeze around him, trying to force him back out without avail.
The rim of Shimada’s hole is a brick red from the sharp, punishing thrusts, and when Antonio drags back out again, he can see how swollen and puffy it has become.
“It is always a pleasure to do business with you and your family… You are so very… accommodating.” He jerks forward once more, watching as Shimada arches his back and gurgles faintly, his gloved fingers scrabbling at the slick wood of his desk before finding purchase at the opposite edge.
He’s not been so understanding just half an hour ago, but Antonio has always known that a dick in your belly could work wonders – even for someone as uptight as Hanzo Fucking Shimada.
He is distracted for a second by a light in his peripheral, a small frown replacing his self-indulgent grin when he sees the security footage of a group of four clumsily infiltrating his home, but Shimada clenches down on him again and he turns back towards him. His security would take care of the mishap.
“You are so quiet, Mr. Shimada… I could almost think you aren’t enjoying our little discussion.”
He reaches beneath him, then, big hand easily finding his very wet and very hard dick, and he barks a laugh as he squeezes it just this side of rough – just enough to make Shimada jump like a rabbit with its hind legs caught. He struggles weakly and without any real fire in him.
“This… this is telling a different story, though…”
Shimada is sweating profusely, full-body shudders wrecking him whenever Antonio pushes in and the blunt head of his cock presses into the spongy flesh of his inner walls – and, presumably, the ripe little cluster of his prostate.
Antonio guffaws when Shimada doesn’t answer, his big hand adorned with wide, expensive rings coming down on his ass in a meaty slap that has Shimada jump once more, his insides squeezing down almost painfully, muscles twitching around his flexing, pulsing cock.
It is then that the door to his office flies open and the nuisance from earlier spills inside, weapons drawn and faces set into tight scowls – until they register what is going on and their steps visibly falter.
Antonio laughs again, unconcerned – and a little annoyed at his incompetent security.
“Guests!”
He slaps Shimada again, watching how his ass jiggles and the print of his hand slowly and viciously becomes visible.
“This is a private affair, however… so I have to insist you wait in line – outside.”
Shimada groans. Antonio can’t see his face, but he can see the curve of his ears, brick red and practically glowing. He squirms, but a shift of his hips quickly has him back on track while the four intruders are visibly confused – one of them flushing faintly and chewing viciously at the end of a cigar.
He can even recognize one of them – Commander Gabriel Reyes, looking more frustrated and angry by the second as he takes a couple steps forward, lifting one of his heavy shotguns.
“Get your dick out of him. We have to talk, Antonio.”
Antonio grins wide.
“I can see there are no manners being taught in Blackwatch.”
He thinks he could come like this: fucking Hanzo Fucking Shimada and laughing in Commander Reyes’ face – but the good Commander has other ideas.
Genji coming hone drunk and high after not being able to score, but still horny and thirsty for puss so he sneaks into aneki Hanzo’s room. He starts out just holding her open, watching his big sis’s virgin hole clench but it doesn’t take long for him to need more and slip his cock head in. He has enough self control not to push in farther (plus going all the way in would be incest) so he just rabbit humps the very tip of his cock into his aneki, feeling her entrance clench around him as he gropes her breasts.
I wonder if he actually has enough self control to pull out before he cums?
*slams fist on desk* THIS IS GOOD SHIT
he def does not pull out; the thought of getting his cum into his aneki gets him going for years probably.
I love the thought of Hanzo sleeping drunk with legs akimbo :’ ))))
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I know usually I see Symmetra as asexual, but that…
I would volunteer for this in a hot second. Hot damn. But what if she finds demon hanzo encroaching on her territory and decides to put him in his place for it?
It had felt like open territory at first; her ownership is more subtle than other’s. The scent is fragrant but faint, the scratches on the trees and the burnt shrubbery well hidden. Almost artistic.
Hanzo definitely knows he’s encroaching, though, when she suddenly springs from the darkness like a hellhound, body flaring to molten life within a heartbeat as she lets go of her camouflage in order to tear him down.
He struggles like a wet cat, indignant and humiliated by being caught so thoroughly off-guard, everything blazing hot to the touch. He can’t get a good grip on her as she holds him down, the sharp talons on her fingers and toes ripping at his clothes and thick skin until even he starts to bleed sluggishly.
He wants to explain his ignorance, but she is a devil on top of him, hissing furiously and threatening to burn him into the ground the more he struggles – until he finally relents and goes limp beneath the demoness, chin tipping up, showing her his throat.
He glances at her carefully as the roaring blaze finally settles down, her anger mollified at his display of submission.
She is gorgeous and fierce; her tail lashing behind her.
When she goes for his cock, he doesn’t even try to put up a fight. Her cunt has been drooling onto his belly in her excitement from the fight, and he thinks the puddle of glowing hot slick might have burnt him enough to leave a scar.
How humiliating.
Her cunt is puffy and glowing, but not as blazing as before. She’s calmer now that he submitted, and uses his cock as her prize; sitting down with a hiss of relief, head falling back, throat stretching long and beautiful before his eyes.
His mouth fills with saliva as he feels her hot insides close around his cock. Her round hips roll fluid but fierce, taking him to the hilt again and again to make the ridges and bumps along his girth drag at her tender insides.
He thinks, maybe, that she might have looked for a mate. He hopes that she will let him go unharmed after she had gotten what she wants. Fucking her – being fucked by her – is like fucking a feverdream. She works herself on his cock with single minded intent, her mouth open and glowing, sharp tipped tongue lolling out.
She loves his dick, that much is obvious, but he doesn’t delude himself for a second in thinking that she might find any merit in the rest of his body. Having his cock inside her hurts, but not enough to dampen any of his own ardor, teeth gnashing and eyes clenching shut as he fights the instinct to throw her down and mount her.
Hold her steady with a claw on her tail and fuck her into the ground.
He doesn’t think she’d appreciate the treatment; she is bigger than him, and – as humiliating it was to admit – more ferocious than he.
All he can do is yield and hope she will let him flee her territory as soon as she’d gotten his cream to cool her ever-burning insides.
Beta Jesse fantasizing about impregnating Omega Gabriel is so hot…
esp if he has this lil power fantasy of holding a struggling Gabriel down for the breeding :’ ) it’ll never happen, but a cowboy can dream and frantically jerk off
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