Stuck in the wall…
Need AllMight or even Endeavor stuck in place so someone can have their way with those thicc af boys.
In OW it would need to be Reinhardt or Gabriel or Soldier… a big burly guy with nice fat balls to fondle and treat however one pleases while they struggle and whine/beg/threat whatever…
Reaper76 – corporal punishment; handcuffs; dub-con – Jack and his guys routinely take time out of their day to repay themselves for a job well done. The more annoying prisoners are part of that payment.
(Jack is not as bad as he likes to think.) (Still be aware this is dub-con/non-con)
Jack takes his time tugging prisoner 24’s threadbare slacks down. Pulling them low enough to expose the man’s tight, big ass and the tops of his meaty thighs is close to a religious experience, and he thinks he can almost hear the groan of the guys behind the observation glass.
Prisoner 24 does not appreciate the treatment, however. There is not much he can do, chained to the table as he is, but he still tries to twist his hips away and kick out like a stubborn mule.
It is not Jack’s first rodeo, however, and Gabriel’s legs can’t go far with the ropes looped around his ankles and secured to the legs of he chair.
“You are all sick fucks,” Gabriel finally spits out as he realizes there is not much he can do to get away. His muscles are bunched beneath the fabric of his shirt. He is huge and muscular and Jack doesn’t think they’d ever had a prisoner that was so downright gorgeous.
“And you are all a pain in the ass. I think we deserve some… sugar every once in a while.”
He could worship prisoner 24’s ass for an eternity and never get tired of it. He kneads it and spreads it, staring at the tight, fleshy clench of his hole and fantasizing about how soft it would be cushioning his dick. He wants to kneel down and rim him within an inch of his life but the guys are watching and so he has to postpone that for another time.
Gabriel hisses and growls and spits, raging as much as he can with his limited options, but when Jack pushes in he arches his back and presents his ass all the same. Jack has never had a prisoner that has managed to sound like he is going to kill him the second he gets a chance while writhing on his dick like a seasoned whore, body trembling and perfect for him.
He gets a bit breathless, at least. His voice takes on a bit of a whine when Jack begins fucking him in earnest, cock pressing in deep and intrusive, lube dripping to the floor between their feet because he’s used way too much; but it’s better to use too much than too little.
He knows the others will be jerking it just about now. There’s not too much to see of the action the way Jack is bend over prisoner 24’s back and humping him like a goddamn dog, but Gabriel has been enough of a bastard to let them get off on seeing him taken down a peg anyway.
Gabriel is pushing back into him, pressing the meaty roundness of his ass into Jack’s sharp hipbones, mouth going open and eyes a bit soft and dazed as Jack manages to nail a particularly good spot over and over.
Jack wants to reach up and feed him his fingers; play with his slippery, pink tongue while he deep dicks him; but he does not trust the momentary quiet and likes his fingers to be where they are, thankyouverymuch.
He fills him up too quickly for his own liking; it feels like he is coming his goddamn brains out through his goddamn dick, Gabriel’s ass taking it all greedily – and when he steps back breathing hard and sweat pearls on his forehead, Gabriel is still rock hard and needy, his cock as massive as the rest of him, swinging heavy between his thighs while his hole is still gaping and shining with slick. Showing off those wet, warm insides Jack had messed up.
He doesn’t know if the guys are still watching, but he also just can’t let this go. He just can’t. So he falls onto his knees and pulls the prisoner’s dick back behind his thighs, awkwardly pinching his balls between the fat shaft and his taint in the process, but Gabriel’s weak question of what the fuck he is doing is drowned out by his gurgled shout when Jack noisily slurps the tip of his cock into his mouth.
Anonymous said: “Please think about Endeavor angry fucking (anal slut) Toshinori when he finds out that the top hero is some pathetic waif! Cue all the degradation and humiliation from Endeavor because Toshi’s dick can’t get hard in him emaciated form but that doesn’t stop it from drooling because he can’t deny how good it feels to get fucked a passionate man in his prime“
goood Endeavor is such a fucking asshole but I bet he fucks like a bull. Just deep dicking his partners, accompanying it with deep, heart-felt grunts.
He probably has an impregnation kink a mile wide after trying to breed his wife up with the best amalgamation of their quirks, but I can actually see him not being too much into women per se.
Maybe he uses a guy (… Toshinori tbh) to fuck deep and hard until he’s just about to come, and then switches over to his wife, shoving in deep, seeding her as deep as possible with his fat cock kissing up to her womb.
ssso good. he’s so exhausted he loses control over his bladder. she just had a field day pushing him again and again and again until even his super soldier body gave out
ommmfffgggggg YEEESSSS
it’s not weird if he takes just the tip. Their knots aren’t even remotely touching.
“F-Fuck… C’mon dude, this isn’t.. it’s not funny, alright?” Jesse whispers heatedly, straining to keep his voice low as a gaggle of other Deadlock members sleep just around the corner.
His pants hang around his skinny thighs, belt shucked to have it more comfortable, and Bertie’s hand is cupping his balls, fingers cheekily slipping behind and rooting around without finesse until he finds the small clench of the other Alpha’s hole.
Jesse hisses, fingers curling into Bertie’s shoulders. He lifts up onto the balls of his feet, legs dancing apart until they are restricted by his pants.
“And it’s not funny to wake up to you stuffing your fucking face with my ration, McCree,” Bertie hisses back, a flush spread across the bridge of his nose and his high cheekbones. He looks just as nervous and unsure as Jesse feels. “And if you don’t want me go crying to the boss, you should be a little nicer to me.”
“Fuck you,” Jesse grunts because Bertie’s fingertips, blunt and square, has wriggled into the tight clench of his body. Bertie stinks of Alpha pheromones, but they don’t set his teeth on edge as much as they should have. In fact, he feels nervously aroused. It’s been a while he fucked someone.
“Come on, McCree,” Bertie whispers, face so close Jesse can feel his breath against his lips. His tone has taken on a decidedly whining quality. “Just the tip, man. Nobody’s gonna ever know. Just… Just wanna jerk off into you, hm?”
Jesse groans, belly clenching tight. Fuck, that sounded hot. Fuck. He clenches his jaw for a second. Unclenches. Licks his lips. His fingers are kneading into the fabric of Bertie’s shirt as he throws nervous glances around the dark, dingy hallway. Just around the corner, they can hear the other guys snore.
“Alright,” he finally whispers, embarrassed at how hard he’d gotten. “Just the tip, though. Just the fucking tip.”
He turns around awkwardly, flushing hotter at how he has to hold up his pants so they don’t fall to his ankles.
Bertie is breathing hard and wet behind him and is on him in a second. There’s the clinking of metal as he fumbles with his fly, Jesse biting into his arm, trying to keep quiet. He wants to touch his cock; can already feel the tip being wet and needy, but between stuffing his mouth and holding up his pants, he has no hand free.
And then Bertie is on him, fumbling and cursing under his breath, inexpertly pressing the wet tip of his own cock against the tight clench of Jesse’s hole.
“Just the tip,” he can hear Bertie whisper under his breath; a little sibilant because he’s probably biting his tongue as he stares down, concentrating on the task at hand.
Jesse grunts when he takes the thing, eyes watering with the stretch and burn, lifting up onto the tips of his feet once more.
Bertie groans and Jesse closes his eyes at the fierce throb of his cock. It should be disgusting to get mounted by another Alpha, but all he feels is fierce, unadulterated lust.
“Just the tip,” Bertie whimpers like a mantra, and Jesse ripples around his cock and feels himself getting needy for it, which is when he doubles down on biting into his sleeve to keep himself quiet.
probably fingered his ruined robo puss some and stuffed all the cum back in that trickled out :’)
Pregnancy risks are deeef v hot. I love impregnation and breeding kink, and when they’re taunting the other char with knocking them up and the other char is like ‘noooo’ it’s … *deep inhale* it’s very good.
Creampies are okay but are usually something that simply happens; not something I actively work to because I think it’s especially hot. It always also depends on how it is written because if it’s too graphic I have to think of RL cum and have to gag aöldfaödfkalf. I got a v sensitive throat :’ )
Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: Implied Reapyatta, implied Genyatta
Warnings: dub/noncon mentions (non-graphic), power imbalanceSummary: Gabe wonders what the young Shimada lord has planned for the visiting performer.
Notes: requested by @cyberrat ❤
Gabe wonders if the dancer knows he will not be leaving tonight, consumed as he is by the task at hand.
His hazel eyes draw thin, and the gold paint beneath each catches in the low light as he weaves his body to the chiming of the orbs encircling his body. There is something otherworldly in the way he moves, like magic, but Gabe doesn’t believe in magic. Yet, if he stares at the outline of the monk’s body hard enough, he almost sees something: an afterimage, a trick of the eye like an illusion on the horizon.
He flows to the swelling accompaniment of the other monks, drums and shamisen joining the chimes, and his motions intensify like a fight, a koan incarnate, skirts and belts rippling as his spins and arches, steps so slight and practiced he floats.
Lord Shimada watches with polite interest, but the young master slouches forward, chin cupped in his palm, calloused thumb pressing his lower lip. His pupils shine, large and dark, and a telltale flush dusts his high cheekbones. Gabe has seen that look before.
He doesn’t blame the young master, but he does feel sorry for the monk. Untouched, he guesses, raised in the mountains five thousand kilometers away, though the monk looks his mid-twenties. A sweet, uninitiated bauble to amuse for an evening; the young master grew bored with his conquests quite easily.
Gabe straightens in his black suit, clenching his hands in front of him. When the finale comes, will the young master cheer uproariously, showering the warm-skinned dancer in praise? Will he woo him with promises of wealth and power and pleasure? He imagines some monks are immune to such flattery, but no one is infallible, and new, unknown attentions might sway him. Gabe hopes, for his sake, it does.
The young master does not take rejection lightly.
The monk may refuse. Gabe may be ordered forward to retrieve him for whatever the young master desired. It would not be the first time. He would use his guns for this one, the orbs’ rotations beautiful but dangerous, whistling through the air like bullets.
He would restrain the monk, careful, so careful to leave him unharmed. The young master cut off the last guard’s arm when he was sloppy. Gabe hopes he would come easily, after, allow his robes to be slipped his body. He would lay back for Gabe on the silken sheets of the bed, spread his long, supple thighs, let Gabe tease his fingers inside him until he is wet and soft and mewling.
Gabe bites his lip. The monk could be hard, cock straining, dripping pearls against his lean, trembling stomach, or flaccid, ignorant of his own body, or perhaps too frightened. It would not make any difference to the young master; what he lacked in restraint he made up in skill. He would bring the monk to heaven sooner or later.
Gabe shifts as the music ebbs, dick pulsing, trapped down the leg of his suit. He can’t help but let his thoughts linger as the monk arcs in a sinuous line; Gabe’s hands would overshadow his waist if he held his hips. He rolls his lower lip into his mouth and bites, shakes his head.
The young master would never grant such a request, not when his own interest shown so plainly on his face, in his posture, in the thickening curve between his legs. Gabe hopes as the monk sinks into a low bow, music fading, that the young master will let him watch.
it’s so good???? thank you so much??? fuck…. fuuuuck…. exotic dancer Zen… fuck yes… yes yes yes yes yes a thousand times
(2/5) it starts off with a few guys grabbing him from the glory hole he was stationed at and taking him back to their bunk for some nice 3-on-1 action. at some point a bottle of booze is shoved up to his lips and mccree sucks on it like it’s a fucking baby bottle before its taken away and replaced with one of his captors dicks.
(3/5) once they’re done they kick him out, mccree struggling to pull his pants up as he’s shoved out into the west texas afternoon heat. he’s outside maybe a minute before someone on their way to one of the garages grabs him to bring him as a treat for his fellow mechanics. the process repeats, with mccree being stripped and fucked, at one point someone pushes a palmful of pills up to his mouth which he greedily laps up before taking another load down his throat.
(4/5) this happens a few more times, each time he leaves with fewer and fewer clothes until he’s just wandering around in the now late evening wearing just one dirty sock and a pair of cum-soaked briefs practically falling off his hips. one of the guys from earlier finds him resting on a crate and just fucks him right there in the open, finishing inside his loose wet ass before moving on to whatever he was doing.
(5/5) by the last group he’s basically just a big double-ended fleshlight, his mouth hanging open and his cum lubed ass gaping for whoever wants to stick it in. the last group just leaves him there, passed out naked on the floor of some filthy shack, the dozen or so loads dripping out of and off of him, mixing with the dirt on the concrete floor below him.
fffuuuuck. his deadlock days were wild. I bet he loved every second of it; just mouthing at everything they hold in front of his face, trying to get his mouth onto it. so very very thankful for all the attention and cocks he’s getting.
he’s such a dirty tramp :’)
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