Tag: humiliation kink

10th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 3rd Fill

McCree/Hanzo – beta!Hanzo; Omega!McCree; slutty McCree; humiliation; belittling – McCree is a sloppy whore and Hanzo can appreciate that after some struggling.

Hanzo has his arms slung around McCree’s sturdy hips, his face smearing between his shoulder blades as he gives it his all, fucking into him fast and sharp until his crotch and the tops of this thighs are wet with slick and lewd squelching sounds are filling the room.

Despite his desperate humping, McCree does not seem much more than vaguely entertained, however. He has his head pillowed on his thick, hairy forearms; off to the side so he can still nurse on his cigar.

His insides are feverishly hot around Hanzo’s cock, muscles butter soft and hugging his dick, and it makes him nearly go cross-eyed. As a beta, he’s never had an opportunity to fuck an Omega. Most are not particularly interested, and his sex-drive is not the highest anyway, but this…

McCree had offered, casual as always, his positively fat thighs falling open ridiculously easy. Showing himself off to an appalled Hanzo whose first instinctive reaction had been to decline despite the obvious and instantaneous bulge in his sweatpants.

He’s come around quickly enough, however; asking McCree through gritted teeth if he’s still up for the offer, and McCree, true to his usual easy-going nature had simply grunted and rolled onto his knees, pulling his own ratty pants down.

Not very romantic, but definitely appreciated. Hanzo got the feeling that he’s not the only Beta McCree had let mount up. He probably could’ve been used as a show pony in front of a class for all Hanzo know. He would’ve enjoyed it,too… in his own lazy, roundabout way.

Through his own panting, loud and obnoxious and a bit ragged sounding, he almost misses McCree sighing. His muscles shift as he stretches beneath the Beta working away at him, then turns his head a bit and grins at him around his cigar just as sloppily as the hole he’s offered up.

“Damn, love ‘em Beta dicks,” he drawls (infuriatingly calm, still, barely a blush on his cheeks), and before Hanzo can even start to preen he continues: “Could fuck a dozen before getting sore.”

Hanzo’s hips stutter, cock surging despite the immediate explosion of indignation in his chest.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he hisses, pushing himself up so he can stare down his nose at the Omega. McCree does not seem alarmed at all. He simply lets his knees slide apart until Hanzo’s cock slips from the loose mess of his hole and he is comfortably on his belly.

Apparently being up on his knees has been nothing but a courtesy to Hanzo hanging onto him and rabbit fucking away.

“Nothin’,” he yawns. Hanzo can see the side of his face; relaxed and calm despite his cock being at least nice and fat from the Beta’s ministrations. Hanzo is grabbing at his dick – drenched in Omega slick – and staring at him dismayed until McCree relents and mutters: “They’re sleek. Takes a while until you even feel ‘em. But they make a nice burn happen.”

Anger and humiliation burns through Hanzo’s veins as he lets himself fall on top of McCree. It is not difficult for his cock to find the butter soft slit he’s offering up so generously – whorishly – to just about any dick that’s walking his way. He does not even have to guide it in; it slips into McCree as easy as anything, and Hanzo would like to think that it is that that makes McCree go ‘oof’ but he knows that it is more likely his sudden weight on the Omega’s back.

“Lazy bastard!” he hisses at him, hand grabbing at McCree’s hair, pulling his head back roughly as he starts pounding him again. The position is a bit awkward; not suited for a punishing rhythm, but he somehow makes it work.

“Can feel me now?” Hanzo can feel himself wanting to go cross-eyed. The Omega’s pheromones are overpowering; thick, stinking the place up and making it difficult to breathe.

“Yeah,” McCree says, but it sounds like he’s amused; like he is humoring the silly Beta that’s trying so badly to fuck him into submission. Hanzo growls, but it has nothing of the deep reverb of an Alpha, and McCree goddamn *coos* at him.

Hanzo is upset and angry but also still disturbingly *horny*. He clenches his jaw until it hurts. He bites at McCree’s round shoulders, but whatever reaction McCree can dredge the inspiration up to display always feels like a far bigger animal humoring whatever little babe has toddled its way.

Hanzo remembers, as he works away, trying to fuck some kind of genuine, distressed reaction out of the Omega, how distasteful he had found him when arriving at the watchpoint.

Those thoughts of McCree being nothing but an Omega whore that is willing to offer his sloppy, fucked-out body up to anybody. Who wouldn’t mind if one of the younger Alphas spread his legs as he slept and just mounted up.

He remembers his disgust at realizing that those slutty offers were obviously not only for Alphas but just about anybody on base. How he thought that McCree’s behaviour was just dishonorable.

…How that disgust had quickly, and insidiously morphed into an almost sick fascination, and a deep neediness to be included into that large circle of people that McCree would just let mount up and fuck their energy out into the too-welcoming hole he’s so generous with.

And just like that, his anger dissipates, just leaving a strange mix of humiliation and lust in its wake as his sharp thrusts become less punishing and more loose hipped again.

McCree has been offering himself up of his own free will and Hanzo had accepted is the bottom line of it.

McCree hums beneath him. He sounds sleepy, like he’s going to snore any minute while Hanzo is working his cock into him. He probably wouldn’t mind if he put a load into him while he was out cold, and the thought makes him burn hotter.

There is something delicious in the humiliation he feels. Knowing that McCree could barely even feel him in the loose gape of his hole until he finally managed to warm him up enough.

There’s nothing false about McCree. He’s a whore, a slut, a loose Omega; but he thrives in it, and Hanzo can respect that.

2nd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 10th Fill

Dva76 – Anal; Gag; Just The Tip; Humiliation/Dirty Talk – Hana just lets him do things to her…

“Stay still. You want my dick?” Hana turns her head, staring at him out of the corner of her eye, she mewls but it is muffled from the ball gag that he shoved between her teeth earlier. He is still moving his hips, dragging his cock slowly between her plump lips. A slow back and forth motion that has made her progressively more desperate to try and catch the swollen tip against her greedy little fuckhole.

The crown catches against her swollen clit for a moment and Jack can see her go cross-eyed as she groans like an animal into her gag. He stops, one big hand coming down in a heavy slap against her ass.

“I asked you something. Do you want my dick?” She shudders at the sound of his rough voice. He can see goosebumps raising on her arms as she starts nodding vigorously.

“Then stay still.” He holds her hips, thumbs pulling her ass cheeks apart as he draws back his cock back through her gash once more, her whining making a ridiculous crescendo as the fat tip comes to rest at her sloppy hole for just a second. She lowers her upper body minimally, bearing down like an animal ready to be mounted – and then the moment passes as he pulls even further back, his cock bouncing in the air for a second before he presses it against the tight clench of her backdoor.

Hana squeaks and turns her head, staring at him with big, dark eyes, but she is also not complaining as he furrows his brow and starts pressing in slowly, forcing the tight muscle to spread for his dick.

Hana groans, more drool slipping down her chin as her eyes roll up for a second before she lets her head swing forward once again, lowered as she bears down on the intrusion, her tiny hole spreading impossibly wide on his fat dick.

He is digging his fingertips hard enough into her flesh that she will be bruised tomorrow. She takes it like a champ and nervously wiggles her ass when he’s spread her on the widest part of his crown for long enough to make her jittery about the insane stretch.

“Stay,” he barks, a bit harsher than he intended to, but she complies immediately. Her hole spasmes around his dick and he can see her cunt working as well, the silky opening of her snatch moving weakly as she works more slimy slick out of her. She obviously loves the treatment.

“You’re still tight back here,” he rasps, not moving an inch; cock still just barely inside her and making her feel the burn of the stretch. “Not as sloppy as your cunt. Must be taking cock every day of the week for it to feel as used as it does.”

She squeals again at his words, sounding like a pig; and even though she throws him a sassy look, she is flushed a deep red and lets him still do as he pleases.

“Think I need to stretch this one out before I use it properly,” he muses with a rasp. He still can’t believe the things Hana lets him do to her. Aaah the shameless youth…

He fucks her on the tip of his cock just to hear her squeal whenever the fattest part of the crown pops in and out of her little asshole. She clenches on him in a vice and sounds like she’s going crazy within minutes, but instead of fighting and forcing him to fuck her deep, she lets him use her like he pleases while she comforts herself with stuffing her cunt full of three of her little fingers.

What a delightful little slut.

3rd Ko-Fi Fic Prompt!

Heed tags.

I was asked to write gassy Gabriel and supportive Jesse.

I hope it is enough farting action; I’m v sorry if not *lies down face first on ground*

:’ )))))))

Jesse is lucky that he’s been out in the field when the spoiled food was served in the cafeteria and subsequently took most of the Blackwatch agents down for the better of two days.

He receives the message with a disbelieving squawk of amusement, staring at his tablet almost in wonder. Who would have thought that a bit of spoiled grub would take Blackwatch down?

After all, he’s experienced first hand how hard-as-nails those guys and gals are; his first two years had been no fun at all – including his desperate puppy crush on Gabriel that’s been mostly unrequited or belittled until he’s finally put on some meaty muscles and rough facial hair – and the notion of most of them being out for the count because of some bad food is surreal, but… well. Not everyone has an iron stomach like him.

Though his has been trained more out of necessity than anything else.

He stares at the data pad, long legs stretched out in front of him, knocking shoulders with the sleeping agents to his left and right as the truck they come back in rattles across the road.

Three in the infirmary with food poisoning; twelve on a sick leave with upset tummies. Upset tummies. Jesse’s mouth is hanging open in a wide, disbelieving smile, fighting the urge to be upset because he’s not been there to witness it. Blackwatch agents getting send home into their beds like toddlers from daycare.

What. A. Hoot.

He can’t wait to get all the juicy details from Gabe.

.o.

“Hey there,” Jesse drawls as the door to Gabriel’s private quarters starts to slide open, elbow braced against the wall next to the door, everything about his posture casual and relaxed in a way he knows Gabriel hates – at least in the open where anybody could see.

His flirty grin slides off, however, when he sees Gabriel’s face: ashen and clammy with sweat. The commander is dressed in an undershirt and lose sleep shorts, and while Jesse in general appreciates the view, the way Gabriel is hunched over in exhaustion – or pain – sours the picture somewhat.

“No way,” he breathes, watching as Gabriel’s face goes darker, his full lips thinning into a strict frown.

“Go away. I’m on sick leave,” the commander croaks, but when he turns away and makes his way back to his messy bed, he does not close the door again. Jesse takes him up on the offer and slips inside, looking around the room. The air is stale and the lighting bad – courtesy to the shutters being mostly down and the sole window closed.

While Gabriel lets himself flop back onto the bed, Jesse pushes the window open to get some cool, fresh air inside. Gabriel does not comment, merely curls his knees up towards his chest and presses his face into the pillow.

Jesse stands there undecided, arms hanging at his sides, staring at Gabriel a bit helplessly. He feels like he must be looking like a puppy but the sight of his boss being anything but an in-charge bastard is leaving him decidedly off-kilter.

“How you doin’?” he finally makes himself ask, standing there awkwardly, feeling a lot younger and lankier again as he watches Gabriel’s curled up form on the bed.

Gabriel just grunts and turns his head minimally, one dark eye staring at him long and hard. Jesse huffs and takes it, shrugging as he ambles closer.

“Just wanted to make smalltalk,” he mumbles, and Gabriel answers with a rough, deep voice: “Don’t.”

Jesse sits on the edge of the bed, starting to push off his shoes, and socks – and then peeling himself out of the rest of his clothes. Gabriel asking long suffering: “What the fuck are you doing now?”

“Getting comfortable.”

When he’s naked, dick swinging comfortably in the breeze, he crawls behind Gabriel, plastering himself to his back.

“You reek,” the commander comments.

“Just came back from a mission, boss,” he answers mildly, his big arms slowly starting to unfold the small ball Gabriel had curled himself into. Gabriel growls but he does not protest; either because he’s too weak or because he wants to cuddle just as much as Jesse does but doesn’t want to admit it.

Gabriel squirms and Jesse lets him twist his upper body around, face mashing into the humid mess of Jesse’s unkempt beard. He’s not had a chance to trim it in the two weeks out, and it shows.

“Thought I reek,” he croons, hands sliding from Gabriel’s pecs down. He can feel the tight ridges of his abs through the thin fabric of the undershirt he is wearing. Gabriel does not elect to answer, and Jesse doesn’t push him on it; rather, he pushes his hips snug against his commander’s plush ass, cock already taking interest.

“Really?” Gabriel slurs against the warm skin of his neck. “You gettin’ hot for a sick man?”

“Gettin’ hot for everythin’, boss,” Jesse answers easily, and drawls over Gabriel’s derisive snort: “But ‘specially for that nice ass o’ yours… Damn. Been lovin’ it since the first time I seen it.”

Gabriel twists back around at that, his cheeks sporting a lot more color now which is certainly heartening to Jesse who grinds forward, letting Gabriel feel the thick line of his cock as he hooks his chin over his commander’s shoulder and murmurs low and filthy: “Always loved your fat ass…”

He grabs at one thick cheek, digging his fingers in deep, and Gabriel – Gabriel yelps, one hand shooting down to clench on Jesse’s wrist.

“Uh?”

“D-Don’t, I… ah…” He peters out, and Jesse lifts his head, peering into his boss’ face which is all anew wet with sweat, though instead of pale he is decidedly red, eyes glassy as he glances first at Jesse’s face, then back in front of him. “The spoiled food really doesn’t… sit well.”

Jesse squints at him and mulls his words over while still rocking his hips, slowly fucking along Gabriel’s clothed asscrack.

“You got gas?” he finally surmises and Gabriel’s face hardens with annoyance, cheeks darkening as his flush grows fiercer. “Yes, if you want to know so badly,” he hisses, agitated.

They both fall quiet again. Jesse squirms, face feeling hot under his scruff, cock wetting against Gabriel’s tailbone until he feels it due to the tacky fabric against his skin and asks, exasperatedly: “What??”

“…Can I still fuck you? It’s kinda hot.”

Gabriel becomes very still at that, and Jesse keeps gently fucking between his cheeks, staring down to watch it happen – and to not have to look at Gabriel’s no-doubt shocked, disgusted face.

“You’re a freak,” Gabriel finally chokes out, voice a bit high with embarrassment or humiliation – but he does not fight Jesse when he slowly starts tugging his shorts down beneath the swell of his ass.

.o.

“Slow, s-slow,” Gabriel whimpers, body strung so very tight, his hand curled around Jesse’s wrist again, holding on for dear life. Jesse, dutifully, keeps it slow, sweat prickling at his temples as he feels how feverishly hot Gabriel is inside, tight enough to hurt due to him trying so very hard to keep everything… ah… contained…

“‘M trying, jefe,” he whines, “but you need t’ relax a bit… fuck…”

He’s got his other arm curled beneath Gabriel, hand on his lower belly – ostensibly to soothe him and keep him close, but the matter of fact is that he can feel how tight his poor belly was and how the air was moving through his guts, and… and that makes Jesse so very hot.

Hot enough that his cock was flexing within the tight death grip of Gabriel’s body, balls tight enough they goddamn hurt.

“Relax,” he whispers again, “nobody here to judge. If it happens it… it just happens, alright?”

God, but he wants it to happen. Wants Gabriel to… to-

Gabriel whimpers – Goddamn WHIMPERS – and relaxes, and Jesse can’t hear it, but he can feel it – that release of hair slipping by his cock warm and silky and making him jerk forward mindlessly, trying to stuff Gabriel of more dick while his boss has frozen completely in utter mortification.

“Oh fuck… Oh shit… jefe,” Jesse groans, hips jerking forward, body pressing hard and insistent against Gabriel’s back until he’s almost pushed him onto his belly; almost lying on his back and dicking him deep by sheer force of gravity – and of course Gabriel can’t hold on like that.

He tries to, tries to oh-so-hard, grunting with a desperate, tight voice: “Jesse! Jesse, n-no stay – stay still!” but the rutting motions are forcing more air out of him, Jesse’s cock fat and so very substantial; holding him open and not letting him be decent as he dicks him like he’s trying to churn the air inside his guts.

It’s not quiet like this; not when Jesse is throwing caution to the wind and ignoring Gabriel’s cracking voice begging him to stay still, to go slower – he can’t, not when every motion is accompanied by the obscene sound of Gabriel farting on his cock.

“Fuck, boss… f-fuck… so good…” His voice has gone high and whiney. He can’t help it. His ears are burning hot and embarrassed, listening to the sounds he is forcing from his commander’s body, feeling the bubbling air escape next to his cock, and perversely warming his balls.

Gabriel is whimpering, hiding his face in the pillow, body gone lax now that everything is lost. He does not protest Jesse’s hand anymore, grabbing at his ass cheek and pulling it to the side, making the sounds being fucked out of him louder and more prominent – and he does not fight the hand on his belly, gently pressing down, massaging the unwanted air out of his guts.

His cock is… humiliatingly hard, trapped in his shorts, wetting through the fabric as Jesse fills him up to the very brim, his fat cock pressing into all those needy, itching spots that have been begging for a scratch since the kid went out on the mission and took his stupid dick with him.

Jesse sounds like he’s about to bust a vessel behind him, which is… reassuring, somehow. How deeply, unapologetically Jesse is into getting his dick farted on; like he relishes in the humiliation, and, knowing Jesse, he probably does.

He’d probably love it if Gabriel were to slap his dick around; stepped on his balls; told him how bad he was using it. Let him fuck him and be bored about it. Fart on it.

Hell, Jesse has probably already been fantasizing about something like it. Probably put Gabriel in some stupid dominatrix lingerie.

These thoughts make it a bit more bearable. Not like he’s putting his future career completely into Jesse’s huge, nimble hands.

Jesse, meanwhile, is biting at the back of his neck. He’s chuffing like and engine, slurred words of endearment muffled against the wet skin he’s been so liberally drooling against.

“Ye’re the best, jefe. The best. Fuck. Th-Thank you.”

Gabriel closes his eyes, his ears burning, hearing and feeling the relief of finally being able to empty his tight belly of all the excess air. He already feels better. A lot.

“Thank you,” he whispers back, but he’s pretty sure Jesse doesn’t hear him; not when he’s close to coming, cock flexing inside Gabriel, pressing into squishy, hot walls, his mouth wet and hot as he puts it against Gabriel’s ear and mumbles quick and hot: “Can ye fart my cum back out? On my dick?”

Gabriel whines, turns his head away from the scruffy, sloppy kiss Jesse is pressing against his ears and neck – and nods.

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Jesse plants his hand on the back of Gabriel’s head to hold him down but before Gabriel can bare his teeth and growl in warning, the other Alpha hesitates, then quickly pulls it back again. He’s sweaty and hot behind him, cock nestled between Gabriel’s cheeks; and he sounds worked up enough as if he’d already fucked for hours instead of just nervously trying to find where he could and couldn’t put his hands.

He’s like a grabby little pup as he slowly, carefully feels Gabriel up, and Gabriel grunts and cushions his head on his arms; lets him go at it as long as he doesn’t try to be the ‘Head-Alpha’ again or whatever shit they called their boss in Deadlock.

His past seems so long gone; Jesse doesn’t even look the part anymore. He filled out something nice. Maybe a little too much even around the middle – his hairy belly softer than one would think with all the training he goes through, but Gabriel secretly really likes it. It is nice to feel him up when he wrestles him down and ruts against his ass – and now it is nice to feel press into the small of his back when McCree leans down and presses a strange, wet little suckling kiss against his shoulder blade.

It feels intimate enough to make Gabriel grunt and lift his head, glancing at Jesse over the swell of his shoulder. Jesse pulls back, mumbling something that probably is supposed to be an apology, but his face looks a little feverish above his scruffy beard, his eyes glassy.

He looks already really into all of this even though he’s not gotten his dick into Gabriel.

Gabriel feels strangely pleased at it.

“C’mon. Don’t got all day, kid. Got a few reports waiting for me.”

“Y…Yes, Sir,” he mumbles, huge hands first cupping Gabriel’s trim waist, then sliding farther down – mapping the swell of his hips to their widest point, blunt thumbs pressing into the tops of his ass; mapping out the grooves there, then sliding down and spreading his cheeks.

Gabriel hears McCree make a sound like a wounded animal, high and punched out and he knows he’s watching his own dick nestled between his commander’s asscheeks.

Gabriel smirks secretly and puts his head back down on his arms, waiting for Jesse to finally get on with it.

.o.

There’s no mistaking it when McCree finally ‘gets on with it’. There is no mistaking that.

Gabriel’s mouth falls open, tongue lolling out with another humping, fast thrust. McCree isn’t even properly pulling out – just fucks Gabriel on a couple inches of his dick, making his rim spread around the widest part just above his knot again and again until tears shoot into his eyes.

Gabriel bites his forearm, tamping down on the low grunts McCree fucks out of him – but he can’t help how he’s lifting his ass into it, braced on the balls of his feet, knees not even touching the ground anymore… and that Jesse has noticed that he can’t ignore. Those big hands have shifted, moved to the backs of his thighs, feeling up the rock hard muscle there as he keeps his hips up in the air. McCree whines like a pup. Every now and then it’s like he can’t help himself, body curling forward, his wet mouth wiping messy kisses against Gabriel’s skin, punctuating the suckling with pathetic mewls that go right through Gabriel’s belly and wrap around his dick.

He can’t believe how hot McCree has got him with his goddamn stupid puppy humping. He can’t believe McCree is even fucking like that still; looking like a goddamn brick house and still to the partner he’s mounting and barely letting Gabriel breathe while he got his meaty arms around his belly and chest, getting a frantic little grope of Gabriel’s pecs in as his hips piston. He feels surrounded by McCree. Like he can taste him on the air with his lolling tongue. Like he can taste his dick in the back of his throat because McCree got a juicy cock and he’s never even looked at it before.

“You… you likin’ it, boss?” He mumbles it right against Gabriel’s ear. He must be able to feel the heat radiating off of Gabriel’s blush. He doesn’t want to answer; maybe just growl and elbow him in the side, but instead he groans low and shifts his head in a way that could be interpreted as a nod – and Jesse sucks in air sharply, whispers “Shit yeah…” and suckles on the tip of Gabriel’s ear until he can manage to roll his shoulders and jostle him off because that’s… that’s… it’s just too much….

But of course Jesse would find ways to make him see his… erroneous ways.

.o.

Gabriel is not sure he even realized when Jesse came. He’s not sure Jesse even realized it. But there’s a goddamn mess dripping down to the floor and Jesse sounds like he’s about to keel over while he keeps rutting through it, frothing the loads he already deposited up and making the mess squelch loud and obscene enough for Gabriel to almost try and hide his face in his arms.

“No… no style,” he grits out between his teeth, but he can’t do anything about it; he just has to stay right where he is, getting fucked… bred… goddamn fucking bred by another Alpha, his body feeling hot and feverish like a wound, cock hanging between his thighs, belly feeling filled with McCree’s creamy loads even though he knows it’s not possible; not with the amount that has dripped to the floor, but he still feels like…

“Fuck… Gonna… B-Boss…” Jesse jackknifes again, his meaty arms hooked around Gabriel’s belly, holding him secure – not letting him go even when Gabriel’s foggy, fuck-dumb brain realizes what is going to happen. Not that he… not that he wants to go, but… fuck… fuck it is happening; McCree is rutting in deep, letting him feel all of him from the leaking tip that seems so intent of fucking right through Gabriel’s belly button, to the tender little swell of his knot; that swell that quickly stops being small and tender and expands, fattening up, spreading against Gabriel’s walls right behind his rim until his whole body locks against the sensation, muscles tense, mouth hanging open, saliva dripping from the tip of his tongue…

He’s never been… he’s never felt… this…

Dimly, he can hear Jesse’s whining; can even hear the wet smacking of his little loving kisses – because the kid wouldn’t dare bite his Commander, his superior Alpha even when being crosseyed from knotting – and feel the heat crashing in waves through his body; from the tips of his toes up to the back of his neck.

His body is a trembling, locked mess and all he can do is follow McCree along, his eyes rolling up when he hears the splattering of his own release, endorphins rushing through his body, thighs shaking, biceps going loose and pathetic, elbows sliding apart until his cheek is pressed to the floor, shoulders angled down – presenting almost better than any Omega…

And then the smell hits him. The acrid scent of urine that is like a shock to the system, the heavy come loose body atop him jerking as well – both of them realizing in tandem that Gabriel’s release had not quite been what his overworked brain was thinking – that rather than coming like a freight train he was pissing, the puddle widening rapidly, warming up the knees that have slid down to the ground somewhere in between McCree knotting and him letting loose…

“Damn,” McCree whines, his sturdy hips stuttering, jerking forward and trying to pull back; and just managing to jostle his knot and fuck another spurt of piss from his Commander.

“S-Stay still,” Gabriel croaks, hot faced, not even able to stop his submissive wetting because it feels too good; his body is working against him and there is no way he can stop himself; there is no way when he’s stuffed with McCree’s fat, girthy knot and all he wants to do is show the Alpha how he is submitting to him; how he accepts his dominance and the good, deep breeding that came with it, even though McCree fucked like a damned pup.

Or maybe because of it? Because he was so flattered by Jesse’s mindless, needy rutting?

“Stay, stay, stay,” Jesse suddenly mutters. He must have felt the useless fluttering of muscles beneath him and counters it immediately by wrapping around his Commander more insistently; suckling kisses against his spine. He sounds fucking drunk on knotting that tight, warm space and the sharp smell of his piss.

“Stay just like that. Please,” he whimpers – and Gabriel growls, pathetic and weak, but does as he is told, pressing his hot embarrassed cheeks into the crook of his arm.

“You owe me an orgasm, McCree,” he grunts, another dribble of piss coming from him when McCree immediately nods against the dip of his spine; so eager to please his commanding Alpha.

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“That’s it. Nice and easy. Push your ass back – just like that. Yeah.”

Jesse’s voice is low and a little indistinct. His chin is on his chest, watching as Hanzo carefully, slowly shoves backwards, body taut as he balances on the stumps of his legs, elbows fluttering at his side uncertainly whenever he starts to wobble a little.

Jesse could hear the soft creaking of the leather whenever Hanzo’s hands balled into tighter fists and tried to move against the bindings holding them snug against his shoulders.

There was no give to be had. The leather sleeves were tight and unyielding, adding to a feeling of claustrophobia. If Hanzo fell, he would probably hurt himself, and the trepidation was making his muscles clench up until he was shivering as he carefully jutted his ass out, searching for the cock he’s thirsting for.

“I gotcha, darlin’. You’re not gonna fall.” Jesse curls the thin reins once more around his fist and watches as Hanzo’s head starts tilting back with the pull. “Can ya feel my cock yet? Why don’t you look for it, babydoll?”

Hanzo huffs. Jesse can see a slow flush creep down the breadth of his back. He is embarrassed, yet still his plump ass starts to wriggle carefully back and down, looking for the thick cock lying against the crease of McCree’s thigh.

Jesse watches a couple moments, amused as Hanzo willingly debases himself for him, then finally has mercy and lets go of one muscular thigh to grip his dick and stand it up for the archer. He breathes with an open mouth, eyes zeroed in on Hanzo’s wet, pouty hole.

Hanzo makes a weird high-pitched gurgling sound when he finally feels the broad, blunt tip nudge against the pliant muscle, stretching him open just enough to give him a taste.

“Sit down, boy. Gotta get into the saddle before you can ride, eh?”

Hanzo tries to let his head fall forward, intent on hiding his embarrassed face against his chest, but the reins are unrelenting and Jesse’s bicep tenses as he tugs against the pull, tongue rolling against the roof of his mouth in an easy, reprimanding click.

“None of that. No pulling. You go as fast as I let ya.”

His eyes trail from the brick red of the back of Hanzo’s neck down to his cock, the head just about nudged into his pony. He lets go of his cock, large hand wandering back onto Hanzo’s thigh, stabilizing him some more as Hanzo carefully sits himself down.

His movement is slow and controlled. Jesse can watch how his muscles spread around his dick, hole pouting outwards, slick and buttery soft around the straining cock.

When he finally sits on McCree’s hip, the only thing to be heard is his soft huffing and the clinking of metal as Hanzo chews on his bit.

Jesse leans to the side, looking around his pony’s hip to take in the picture he made through the large mirror. 

Hanzo’s chest was pushed out, nipples puffy looking, pecs straining with his tense muscles. His tongue is working against the underside of the bit, the corners of his mouth pulled back with it, making him drool into his beard.

His eyes look almost feverish, yet he still is far too put together for Jesse’s tastes.

The cowboy grins, feet shuffling farther apart, planting them more firmly on the ground. Hanzo makes a choked sound as that forces his stumps apart as well, almost making him topple over if not for the wide palm on his thigh and the pull against his bridle.

“Gonna have fun now, babydoll,” he drawls. Hanzo’s head swivels around as if he’s startled. He tries to look at Jesse but the blinders prevent him from doing so. He can’t see the sharp grin on Jesse’s face.

.o.

Jesse’s jaw aches with the clench of his teeth. He grunts with the effort of another sharp thrust upwards that has Hanzo cry out and wriggle on top of him, bound arms jerking with the fear of falling until he can manage to settle himself back down.

At this point, the smallest things are threatening to unseat Hanzo. His back is bowed at a painful – and beautiful – looking angle, his elbows helplessly jerking whenever he bounces on Jesse’s cock, plush ass pressed against the heaving swell of the cowboy’s belly.

His strong, amputated legs are clamped around Jesse’s thighs, yet all that is holding him is McCree’s rough grip on his leg and the unyielding pull of the reins, forcing his head back and keeping him upright as Jesse fucked him from below in powerful, rattling thrusts that had Hanzo’s teeth clack loudly onto the bit and Jesse blink sweat from his eyes.

His chest is heaving, hips feeling hot and achy from the exertion of fucking up into the never satisfied clutch of Hanzo’s body. His hole was as greedy as it had been from the start; soft and suckling, cushioning Jesse’s cock and rippling sweetly along the length every now and then, keeping Jesse at bay as much as he was literally reining the archer in.

As he pulls in heaving gasps of air, Hanzo becomes restless on top. Cheeky. He grinds down and bounces impatiently, trying to goad him into fucking him some more and making him take the thick girth of his cock.

“Hey now,” he rumbles, fingers curling farther in and making the reins pull tighter just to watch Hanzo’s thick neck strain as he stems against the force so he wouldn’t topple backwards this time. “If ya wanna get dicked so badly, you should just work for it yerself.”

There’s a startled silence that makes Jesse grin as he settles himself more comfortably. “Yeah. I think I got this all wrong. I think I spoiled ya a tad too much. Ye’re my sweet pony, after all. You are supposed to work. So…” He rolls his tongue again, clicking encouragingly as he pinches Hanzo’s thigh. “Work, pony.”

He can see Hanzo’s reflection in the mirror – the high blush on his cheeks looking like it would taste delicious – his dark eyes staring at Jesse’s knees, eyebrows drawn together. He looks like he’s contemplating his options and Jesse wonders what options Hanzo even thinks he has.

It doesn’t take long until he finally caves, his sheer need for dick far outweighing the laziness Jesse had fucked into him the past half hour.

He is moving slow and clumsy, his little bound arms wiggling as he moves, the large muscles beneath Jesse’s gripping hand shivering when his thighs work and push him up.

Oh yeah. That was far better. Like this, he could lie back and enjoy the ride, watching how the girth of his cock was smoothly taken in and welcomed in the warm body again and again.

“Faster,” he commands and clicks again with his tongue – but Hanzo whines, high and almost simpering; looking for pity as he makes his body slump a little. Jesse is delighted with this new stubbornness; how the princely attitude doesn’t leave the archer even when he’s playing at being a pony.

Jesse looks around for something suitable within reach, but in the end he hadn’t thought that far ahead and needs to use his hand as a makeshift riding crop, slapping Hanzo’s ass once and sharp. “Faster!” he demands again, voice a bark, yet his amusement still thick.

“AH!” Hanzo cries out, whole body jerking in a funny little bunny hop, ass clenching down hard enough to make Jesse grit his teeth.

“Come now! Don’t be lazy, babydoll.”

Another sharp slap finally does the trick: Hanzo starts moving, plush ass bouncing in hypnotizing jiggles as he grinds down and lifts up minimally, fucking himself on just an inch of Jesse’s cock because the poor dear was so exhausted from lying back and taking it – though Jesse wasn’t mean enough to point that out to him.

“Jethe… Jethe,” he lisps, barely able to get anything past the bit pressing down against the back of his tongue. When McCree rolls his head to gaze into the mirror, Hanzo’s short, slim cock is standing at perfect attention, bouncing between his short thighs and oozing pre-cum everywhere. He is making a mess everywhere and Jesse gets hot and bothered just thinking about making him lick it up later; crawling on his bound extremities and debasing himself further for his amusement.

“Jethe, pleathe,” he whines, and Jesse slaps his ass again, bicep bunching as he pulls on the reins sharply, making Hanzo scramble for purchase once more.

His eyes are open wide as he gets pulled back onto Jesse’s cock, made to take all of it, body shivering and poised at the very edges of orgasm. As Jesse watches his face he slaps him again, just to see how Hanzo’s tongue starts lolling out, drool slipping messily into his beard.

“Ya want a treat, babydoll?” Jesse purrs, cock flexing within the silky, tight confines of Hanzo’s body. “Yeah, ya want a treat. Keep at it, hun. Keep fucking yourself on this big, tasty cock and it might just reward ya with a nice load. Get your belly full ‘n warm. Ya want that, right?”

And Hanzo – sweet, sweet Hanzo – whinnies for him as he tries to force his burning muscles into working for that special treat.

Dva denying the men her pussy – esp the mccree one, phew. Wonder how Hanzo would react in that situation considering how slutty he is.

“Come oooon.” D.Va makes a show out of rolling her eyes in annoyance. “I thought you wanted it so badly? You’ve been begging me for weeks. And here I give you the chance and you’re not taking it. I think you don’t want it bad enough.”

She reaches up and curls her fingers around the rungs of the bed above to give herself better leverage to twist her hips and rub the messy folds of her cunt along Hanzo’s cock.

He strains beneath her, eyes wide and crazy, arms bulging as he fights against the restraints he willingly let her put on him.

She lifts up; lets his cock spring away from his stomach, glistening and sticky. She is hovering close enough to let the tip sway just before her opening and giggles at his frustrated, heartbroken whine. 

“Don’t be like that. It’s right there. Just take it, why don’t you? I don’t think you want it at all.”

He grits his teeth – bares them at her like a dog and coils his muscles; preparing her for the way he snaps his hips up, trying to bury himself in that sweet, warm space she’s been taunting him with. She easily twists her hips just so; lets his cock slide against the crease of her thigh, making him look like a clumsy, little boy.

D.Va tuts and tilts her head; sits back down on him – his belly this time, cock just about snuggling into the crack of her ass, her cunt lying warm and slick against his heaving abs.

“The other boys would’ve gotten it ages ago,” she tells him and watches his face screw tight into an expression of pain and anger and canine eagerness to prove himself. “I think you haven’t earned it, after all. You still need to learn how to use that cock of yours.”

She lets her head rest against her own biceps and watches him with faux contemplation. His eyes flit across her body; from her face to the dark patches of soft hair in her exposed armpits, down to the candy pink gash he’s been lusting after. He stays there; stares like that would make her reconsider and give it to him anyway.

“Show me again how you’d do it,” she finally sighs – sounding so put out that he whines, stumps scrabbling at the bed, head straining up as he tries to kiss any part of her; soothe her; make her not upset with him.

Like an eager puppy.

She gets him his toy even before she opens his binds and he lunges for the silicone cock like it’s his salvation. He is so very eager to show her how he’d use it; not at all the stoic archer that he pretends to be on the battlefield.

I think 76 would have a huge humiliation kink and that’s part of the reason why he and reyes are so good together. The first time 76 came was from Reyes stepping on his cock with his steel toed shoes.

The heck :O I was just starting to write more-or-less-cute Reyes coaxing virgin!Jack to rut against his goddamn thick thigh and then you come along with this nastiness and I’m totes into it.

I’m such a leaf in the wind, you peeps. A slutty leaf in the wind. I can’t. I’m just so weak.

“Don’t look at me. Hands behind your head.” Reaper slowly rounds 76, a thrill of dark power coursing through him as the old soldier does as he is told; pressing his forehead against the dirty ground and putting his hands against the back of his neck.

“You’re pathetic. You come crawling to me just to vie for a fuck like a cat in heat. What makes you think I want some old, broken toy like you? Last time had been nothing but a pity fuck. You weren’t that good.”

He watches the long, scarred line of the soldier’s back; the tight globes of his ass. Between his sparsely haired thighs, his cock is fattening up in eagerness, even pressed against the cold, dirty concrete as it was.

Reaper slowly makes another half circle, boots thudding heavy against the ground, and watches with interest as the soldier’s cock swells a little more.

“You should apologize for being so pathetic. I feel sick just looking at you.” Out of sight, he let one hand slide between his own legs – gave the hard ridge of his cock a loving squeeze. His belly felt hot; as if it was filled with liquid metal.

76 shifts slightly, toes dragging against the floor, shoulders flexing gingerly without taking his hands from the back of his neck.

“I am sorry.”

Reaper nearly groans. he stands still and stares down at his prey.

“What are you sorry for?”

“For… being pathetic. For asking you to fuck me.”

“You weren’t asking.”

“For begging.” 76′s voice was wobbling and rough. Difficult to understand. When he swallowed thickly, a distinct scratch of someone near-tears added to the mix. “Please fuck me. I-I-I need it so bad. I tried to… – but I couldn’t come.”

“What did you try?” Reaper says – whispers, almost – reverently, gaze wandering from between the heavily scarred shoulder blades down, down, down…

“F-Fucking myself.” The soldier spits it out as if ripping off a band aid – doing it quick to lessen the pain. Reaper can feel his cock pulse in the tight confines of his pants. When he squats down, he can feel a bead of pre-cum seep into his underwear, mixing with the sweat of the skirmish they had before.

He clinically pries 76′s ass apart and stares at the wet, little muscle.

“Sí? Did fuck yourself on a toy, did you? While others were out on missions, trying not to get killed, the good little Soldier: 76 was in his bunk and fucking himself on a toy he squirrelled away. Useless slut.”

He listens to 76′s harsh, excited breathing, and doesn’t miss the jerk off his balls when he briefly touches one sharp metal claw to the shyly winking muscle.

He stands back up quickly, lest he give in and just mount the man right then and there; fuck into him just to feel the warm, needy clench of his body. Again, Reaper reaches between his thighs; rearranges his cock and indulges in a little squeezing just to take the edge off.

“Do they know you’re a cheap whore? That you’re fucking off to the enemy every chance you get, just so I can use you like a sloppy toy?” 

He kicks the soldier’s legs farther apart, noting his muted sound of pain when hard metal connects with his shins in the process. When he nudges against 76′s swollen cock, the man cries out softly and digs his forehead harder against the concrete. He is sweating bullets and his back is flushed in aroused shame.

“Yes,” Reaper muses, eyes on that little, winking muscle that the soldier must have abused earlier, “You’re a used up toy. Maybe I should try and whore you out. At least get a few bucks from strangers fucking an old man on the street behind some stinking dumpster…” His underwear feels tacky, clinking uncomfortably to his dick. He wants to loosen one of his belts that is digging against the swollen head but he doesn’t want 76 to notice how excited he has gotten by all of this.

There was a certain… ritual to their weekly meetings that Reaper was clinging to desperately.

He swallows thickly and nudges an unfriendly foot against the soldier’s swollen balls.

“Well? How is it? Would you put out for random drunk bastards if I told you so?”

76′s voice, when he answers, is nothing like his usual, harsh growling. It’s high and weepy. Almost childlike. 

“Yes.”

Reaper groans, head falling back briefly, chest heaving in harsh, excited breaths. He needs to get himself back under control before he can say with an obvious scratch in his voice, “Of course you would. Useless cum dumpster. Fuck, you are so pathetic. I can’t fuckin’ believe they picked you to be the face of Overwatch. Got a goddamn three dollar hooker as their so-called golden boy and left me standing in the fucking dust.”

He is barely registering what he’s saying; watching himself put his boot against the swollen, flushed cock pressed uncomfortably against the ground and grinds down against it with measured, careful pressure.

Jack is crying out; broken and pathetic, hands finally losing their spot on the back of his neck to scrabble helplessly against the dirty floor. He is whimpering and jerking without pulling away and Gabriel wants to… he wants to fucking… he wants to kick him until he’s black and blue, wants him to suffocate on his god damn cock, wants to choke him while fucking him until he’s passing out.

He wants to stare at Jack’s tired, sad face as he grunt fucks him right in front of the noses of his brainless little gang.

When Jack has stopped moving and is just breathing harsh, blowing up clouds of dust, Gabriel takes his boot away and watches the puddle of cooling cum on the floor.

“Th-th-thank you,” Jack finally jerks out. He sounds out of it; voice small and kind of far away.

Gabriel makes a sound of disgust and gets the thin blanket he put on the far away table, shakes it out and puts it over the body on the floor.

“Jackass,” he murmurs low, lingers and tells himself he is not waiting for a sign that Jack was coming back into his own head, and gets even more angry with himself when he admits that it was exactly that what he was doing before he makes a hasty retreat.

BTW you should totes check out Brood-were by Feral_Fic_Writer on Ao3. It’s Derek getting captured by Gerard and done horrible things to him and I gotta be honest you peeps. I gotta be honest.

The newest chapter totes hits my kinda-secret-but-probs-not humiliation scat kink.

You don’t get that too often, peeps. just check it out and enjoy Derek getting a forced enema and having to expel it in front of Gerard with all the sound effects ❤

Ok so I sent you some desperation anons, & im not sure how many of them actually sent before tumblr blocked them, so here’s the full set all together.  Hope you enjoy 🙂 

You wanted to talk about the desperation ideas in my last msg, so here. Sorry if its crap. 😛 My first thought is that maybe Jackson had been slightly late in getting to the lockers before the game and didnt have time to relieve himself of the coffee he had earlier in the day before Coach was rushing him out onto the field. He probably doesnt worry too much at first, planning to slip away during a break, but underestimated how much the movemnt required to play would effect his bladder. A couple different times Coach yells at him from the sidelines because he isnt focusing on the game. At some point he is distracted enough to not quite brace himself enough when he gets tackled by a player from the other team, and momentarily loses control of his bladder, his shorts quickly getting wet. He tries to stop the flow before any noticible damage is done, but the floodgates were opened, and all he can do is lay there for a few seconds as he continues to piss, not noticing Issac nearly trip over his own feet at the sudden smell of his piss. Perhaps he pretends to have gotten slightly hurt, so he can sit the rest of the game out in shame, not needing to look to know that his shorts couldnt have completely hid what he had done. Maybe he whispers something to the other wolfs on the team, telling them to play along with the injury, and not to say a word about what really happened. As some teammates help him over to the bench, he tries to listen to see how many people are talking in disgust about him, but is surprised when none are. Whats more surprising to him is that those that did notice, actually seem slightly aroused by it. He spends the rest of the game on the bench, and by the time the game is over, his shorts are almost completely dry. In thedays that follow, no one makes any comments about the incident, but that doesnt mean that a few people in town didnt think about it when they were jerking off.
For the second one, maybe the Sheriff was trying to escape paperwork when he suggested he and Deputy Parrish have speed trap duty. They probably got some coffee before parking themselves near the highway, taking turns at checking people’s speed throughout the day. They dont usually get too many people speeding, but its still good to be there to remind people to be careful. Perhaps they had brought small lunches with them, for no reason other than so they dont have to go back and do paperwork after eating, so they wouldnt have any reason to call for someone to take over for them. Not too long after eating their lunch, they both are starting to get somewhat desperate, and they both do their best to hide it from the other. They both spend a while considering their options, neither really wanting to leave, and both knowing that it probably wouldnt go well if someone saw them pissing beside the car. It doesnt take them long to start to desperately want to use the empty coffee cups to relieve themselves, but they dont want to do it in front of their partner. Eventually Parrish is the first to quietly ask if it would be ok for him to piss in his cup, John tells him to go ahead, stating that he will give him as much privacy as he can, so long as he returns the favor afterwards when he uses his own cup. John has to grip himself through his pants in order to keep himself from pissing when he hears Jordans stream begin to fill the cup. After a moment, Jordan is finished, and tucks himself back in, being careful not to spill the very full cup of urine, before opening his window and pouring it out. He then tells John that he can go ahead and piss, and looks away as he fumbles to open his cup and unzip at the same time. Soon the sound of pissing fills the patrol car again, seeming to last forever, before it abrubtly stops, and the Sherrif asks for the other cup so he can finish. Without looking, Jordan reaches out with one hand to take the full cup, and holds out the empty one with his other. As the stream starts up again, Jordan thinks about how he never really expected to be holding a cup full of his bosses urine, but now that he is, he almost cant help thinking of it in a somewhat sexual manner. He pushes away those thoughts quickly as John finally finishes pissing, and they empty both cups out the windows. The rest of their shift is probably pretty uneventful, and in the next few days if a copy or two of the dashcam audio get made, no one has to know.
For the third one, I feel like the pack finally convinced Derek to try dating again, and had set him up on a blind date, perhaps making the reservations at the restaurant that Issac works at, just to help him stay comfortable, and if Issac plans to give Derek spiked alcohol, thats just a bonus. Maybe Derek gets there slightly early, ordering a glass or two of wine while he waits. He obviously knows that Issac is spiking it, but it calms his nerves some, so he gladly accepts the occasional refills. After a while, with no sign of his date, the wine is starting to get to him, but he doesnt want to leave the table yet just in case his date shows up. He probably waves Issac over occasionally to refill his glass, not noticing the way each time he comes over, he smells slightly more aroused from Derek’s desperation. Perhaps after a while, it becomes obvious that the date probably wont be showing up, and he orders some food, barely waiting for Issac to return to the kitchen before rushing to the Restroom to get some much needed relief. And if Issac goes a little weak in the knees when he hears Derek’s groan of release, can anyone blame him?

it’s good that you submitted all of them again because a few did not make it into my inbox, actually!

oh goodie, I hadn’t expected someone to indulge me so much ❤ this is so gooooood. I especially love the first one with Jackson. I haven’t even thought about him wetting himself and that’s just too good omg. 

I want the pack to just mercilessly tease and humiliate him when they’re all alone with no outside world there. that little posh boy really needs it ❤

but also all the others. Sheriff pissing like a race horse ❤ Jordan totes turned on by it ❤ ❤ and of course Derek would be such a goober omg. I bet he even had his hands in his crotch like a little boy when he finally had the nerves to run to the bathroom.