Tag: humiliation

Akande hired/masquerading as Lucio’s bodyguard tho – having Lucio ride or choke on his dick in the limo to/from concerts, staying in his suit while Lucio gets stripped off because Akande likes watching that tiny naked bod. And Lucio LOVES IT.

Lúcio is always more hopped up on adrenaline before his concerts. Afterwards he tends to be mellow; almost sleepy and kitten pliant, all his energy pumped out through the loudspeakers and given to his audience.

Before, however, he is jittery and almost nervous. Full of an energy that needs to be directed – and Akande is a very good conductor.

The limousine is huge and still he has to curl marginally forward, the back of his head pressing against the roof as he stares down at Lúcio between his thighs, trying his hardest to choke himself on the big cock hanging out of Akande’s pants.

He’s been cuddling with it like an old hand, sure and loving as he made sure to drag it all over his cheeks and drool generously against his bush as he kissed the swollen base and sucked at the large, warm ballsac beneath.

Now, though, he seems grotesquely out of his waters, trying and failing to push the swollen glans into the back of his throat.

“Easy,” Doomfist murmurs, large hands holding Lúcio’s head with gentle steadiness; keeping him from forcing himself farther down. “You will have to rouse the crowds. Be kind to your throat.”

One hand travels down, curling around Lúcio’s throat; holding on just a little too tight. Just enough to make him choke and get his eyes to tear up.

“Open your mouth. Tongue out.”

He taps the tip against the slippery surface; pops it between Lúcio’s swollen lips and back out again. He slaps his cock high against his cheeks until the kid has to close his eyes against it, kneeling and letting himself get degraded.

Akande smirks, fist tight around his cock, jerking himself in small, efficient flicks of his wrist. He pulls his cock away from Lúcio’s searching mouth and instead smears his balls across his nose; pulls him in close enough to place them on his forehead while he smothers him in the humid heat behind, barely accessible with his pants still on.

Lúcio groans, delirious, small tongue out, lapping at whatever strip of skin he can find.

Doomfist loves how easily this little music man submits. How he has him wrapped around his little finger – and, in proxy, the masses that flock to him.

“Now. Back.”

He aims carefully, watches with lazily slitted eyes as he jerks off onto Lúcio’s eager tongue, stretched out as far as he can, eyes classy, fingers drumming against his thighs. He wipes the rest against the boy’s goatee, watches him try and lick it away.

He likes the thought of him on stage with his cum in his face.

Humiliation and feminzation, mccree? Hanzo dolling mccree up all nice and pretty, then dicking down his sloppy ‘cunt’

For someone as large and hirsute as McCree, he enjoyed getting dressed up… a lot. Hanzo watched him impassively as he turned around in front of him, wearing an airy dress, the short skirt swishing around thick, hairy thighs. The straps looked even smaller across his broad shoulders.

“Lift your skirt,” Hanzo grunts, leaning back, ankle across his knee. He watches as Jesse flushes a dull red, becoming shy as he lets his large hands travel down, curling them around the hem of his skirt. He squirms for just a second before Hanzo’s unimpressed stare makes him comply, lifting the thin fabric up to his hips.

Hanzo clicks his tongue, the corners of his mouth pulling down.

“What’s that?” he murmurs, staring at McCree’s cock, naked and fat, hanging soft between his thighs. His balls are ruddy red and soft looking. Vulnerable as his face as he licks his lips, cheeks the color of bricks. “Good girls don’t walk around without panties,” Hanzo finally decrees.

“I thought you were a good girl.” His dark eyes flick up just for a second, gauging McCree’s reaction. His eyes become a bit misty, but his cock is filling out slightly; chubby and delicious looking. “Turns out you’re nothing but a slut, are you?”

Hanzo leans forward, sliding two fingers beneath the tip of McCree’s cock; lifting it away from his balls. It is girthy, the weight making his mouth water. He tugs at the silky slip of foreskin, and looks up sharply when Jesse just about tamps down on a whimper.

“Really?” he sneers, “Doesn’t take much to get you excited, does it? Just someone to touch your clit and you’re ready to go.”

Jesse’s cheeks darken, eyes slanting to the side. His toes curl into the rug, knuckles going white with the tight grip he has on the skirt. A huge bear of a man chastised to speechlessness by just a few carefully placed words.

Hanzo scoffs; a soft sound of disgust as he lets go of Jesse’s cock; watching it bob and fill out steadily beneath his gaze. He slaps two fingers against the hidden glans, just to hear Jesse choke on spit, and to watch it bounce anew.

“Well then. Cheap little whores get exactly what they deserve, wouldn’t you agree?”

Jesse looks teary but excited, biting his lip, chin wobbling faintly beneath his scruffy beard. He nods and Hanzo leans back once more, enjoying the view presented; Jesse’s biceps tensing deliciously, as he makes himself keep still for Hanzo’s viewing pleasure – he hadn’t gotten the command to let go of his skirt, after all.

“Turn around and bend forward. I want to see your cunt.”

Jesse starts shuffling around, cock fat and bobbing, so very excited by the proceedings. Hanzo smirks.

“humiliated to the max and probs teary and crying while wetting themselves” — that right there is so much my jam. Any OW ideas for it?

*sits down* *opens up folder*

of course I’m always partial to Hanzo when it’s about humiliation. he’s so proud/full of himself in-game, it just gives me personal satisfaction to imagine him broken and dishonored and enjoying every second of it.

one of my fav fantasies that I do yet have to write is Hanzo getting made to crawl around without his prosthetics. maybe he’s chained in a way that won’t let him get up. maybe he does it on his own free will because he’s a slut for it.

I need him in agony because he’s been holding it in for so long, bladder basically close to bursting, so full his belly is bulging with it a bit. maybe around him are his team mates or some faceless men that he let have agency over his body for a weekend. I need them to taunt him with a bucket in the corner that’s supposed to be his toilet and him being too proud to use it.

I need them to hold him down and keep his stumps spread as someone presses against his bladder.

Or maybe he finally caves in and does it; only that by the time he swallows his pride, they’ve taken the bucket away and he’s made to lift one of his stumps and piss like a dog.

–

I’m just really partial to the idea that one character is deathly embarrassed about the whole ordeal. esp being watched debasing themselves. voyeurism is *kisses fingertips*

but as I’ve said with the McCree asks; it’s also good when they are really into it. Get this stupid ahegao faces when they finally get to release the pressure.

McCree def would be one of those; like biting his lip and grinning, probs drooling a bit. Just really into the whole thing. Maybe he planned the whole day to do it; made himself drink a lot of water and forbade himself to use any of the restrooms until he just couldn’t hold it anymore.

It’s especially exciting when he goes onto little stupid errands, low-key hoping he’ll lose control during one of them and just wets himself in a corridor.

He kind of hopes someone will stumble across him.

–

what I also like is the thought tho of DVA – and hear me out – FINALLY GIVING SOLDIER THE OPPORTUNITY TO FUCK HER just to sit down on him and let him dick her once, twice, before she suddenly digs her fingernails into his chest and holds him down while she pisses right onto his belly and dick.

Afterwards she’ll get up and stroll away into the bathroom without letting him continue :’)

Part of my art trade for @offbrandkreuz who wanted a lil something for their pic of omorashi Reyes during his training interrogation which looks mmmmhhh ❤ *kisses fingers like chef*

They’re still afraid of their commander, even 18 hours in and with him fixated tightly to the chair. Reynolds nearly got his nose mashed by a suddenly jerking knee, and now Reyes can’t move much at all anymore, thighs and calves bound tightly to the chair, back ramrod straight to accommodate his cuffed arms.

Jesse was star struck and uncommonly shy. He keeps to the back of the bunch, arms awkwardly crossed in front of him and shoulders pulled up as he tries to explain away the heat he feels in his belly the longer the ordeal goes on. 

The room was hot and stinking with hormones and sweat; some of the guys have started ducking out just to gulp in fresh air, but Jesse couldn’t make himself leave other than for quick restroom breaks and sips of water.

They didn’t have the guts to seriously get on Reyes’ case and the wild twinkling in his eyes showed that he knew as well. He was lazy almost, head tilting back, showing them his jugular; eyes heavy lidded. Sensual. 

He was daring them to finally make a move and nobody was daring to step forward.

Jesse stared at the way Reyes’ feet moved, a slow tipping up of the heavy steel capped toes that had taken up in frequency. Something was up and it intrigued Jesse but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

“You’re a bunch of useless idiots,” Reyes sighed, rolling his eyes. Jesse’s mouth was standing open and he didn’t realize. He was staring at the commander’s face, a thin sheen of sweat had sprung up along his hairline. 

His foot started flexing more noticeably and Jesse squeezed at his own biceps nervously because Reyes was bound down and unable to move much, and it did things to him.

.o.

Reyes had started getting more assertive, and while Jesse knew something was up, he would never have thought….

For 18 hours the commander had kept an almost zen-like quiet, only snorting derisively at their attempts to make him ‘talk’, and they’d been almost startled when he suddenly broke it.

He was sweating more noticeably, little pearls of moisture sliding down his throat or getting caught in his mustache. His knee was bouncing as much as possible.

Jesse was clenching his arms so hard around his chest it hurt to breathe. His cock was swollen and he didn’t dare to move even an inch, afraid others would notice.

They weren’t paying attention to him, though. They were circling Reyes like starved hounds, his goading and the length of the assignment getting to them. Maybe they had all thought they’d break it off sooner; that they didn’t have to try and go against their commander for 18 hours.

Their eyes are shining and their teeth are bared. They look feral and Jesse is just skulking around in the back, watching and breathing fast and shallow, and not trying to nut off.

When Reynolds breaks it startles all of them, though not as much as what happens after.

He roars in frustration and kicks at the chair hard enough to make it fall over with the heavy bulk of their commander in it. They’re all quiet, stunned by the sudden outbreak – and the fact that Reyes whimpers, a tight, little sound in the back of his throat, his eyes clenched tight as he-

Jesse watches, throat dry, cock pulsing as the crotch of Reyes’ thick, dark pants starts darkening even more, going wet and clinging to the bulge of his cock before quickly spreading out to the sides.

“Wha…” one of the guys murmurs and Jesse wants to reach down and squeeze his cock. He’s almost panting like a dog watching as the fabric can’t soak up more of the hot urine and it starts to well out from it, forming a quickly spreading puddle on the ground as Reyes lies helplessly, bound in a way that didn’t give him an option of even covering himself as his recruits stand stock still (rock hard…) and watch him piss himself.

Jesse imagines that he can even hear the stream of the piss; imagines the wet fabric clinging well enough to show the outline of his commander’s cock. His eyes flick up towards his face, his brown cheeks dark with a flush, bushy eyebrows drawn together in angry frustration. It’s when he slants his eyes open and looks at them out of the corner of them, teeth bared and a growling “You all failed!” barked at them that Jesse finally jerks to himself and turns around, legs feeling numb as he flees from the room and into the supply closet just across the hall.

He comes before he has gotten a good stroke in, the mental image of his commander lying in his own piss vivid in front of his eyes, thinking again of all the little tells that should’ve tipped him off but hadn’t.

Holy shit.

little something for @kirinlust gosh darn hot Reinzo pic. unnnf

be aware that it has humiliation and small dicks in it because everybody is small next to Reinhardt.

Hanzo was so very easy. Not only on the eyes but also – especially, even – to rile up.

“Look at it,” Reinhardt coos against the archer’s puffy lips, letting him press feverish kisses against the corner of his mouth as he talks. Hanzo’s hips jerk.

“It looks so cute… just look at it.” 

Hanzo groans, eyes clenched tightly shut. He stops with the messy, wet kisses and pushes his hot face into the vulnerable space beneath Reinhardt’s chin.

Reinhardt grins and lets him for a second or two, before he cups the back of his neck with one large hand and pulls him back.

“Look at it,” he demands, voice gentle yet insistent. They’re both red-faced; flushed in excitement and embarrassment as Hanzo dutifully dips his chin low and peeks between their bodies; his cock pressed against Reinhardt looks ridiculously small. Almost boyish.

He groans low and throaty. As they watch, it flexes eagerly, a string of pre-cum dangling from the tip.

“So cute,” Reinhardt purrs, one large finger stroking along the shaft and to the flushed, blunt tip of it. Hanzo gurgles something unintelligible, hips jerking back from the light contact.

Yes – the archer was so very easy. Always on such a hair trigger – always so ready to come at the slightest provocation, no matter how often Reinhardt played with him.

“How do you want to do this?” Reinhardt murmurs, still holding Hanzo like a kitten, forcing him to look at their cocks so close together, the other arm lifting to shove behind his head. He is stretched out and lazy – a lion that is more than willing to let the other one play.

“I want to…” Hanzo licks his lips. His dark eyes locked on the sight between their bodies. He moves, knee-walks just a little further up until he can watch his tip next to Reinhardt’s. How humiliatingly small it looked next to it. “I want to fuck you.”

Reinhardt perks up, grin stretching imperceptibly.

“Oh you want that, don’t you? You want to fuck me with your sweet little cock, Schätzchen?” Hanzo looks almost weepy as he nods, eyes suspiciously wet and mouth set in a stern, straight line. His cock jerks and drools another line of pre-cum that connects their dicks for a moment before it snaps.

“You think you can make me feel it?” he rasps, voice going a little darker – a bit mean as he lets go of Hanzo to reach down and covers the small cock with his huge hand. “Think you can make me feel your cute little cocklett?”

Hanzo hiccups out a sob, hiding his face behind one arm, his ears hot and burning. Oh how the Shimada heir loves being ridiculed like this. Loves and hates it.

Reinhardt rolls his hips up, making Hanzo scrabble to steady himself with palms against the broad barrel chest, fingers digging into the hair there. He’s staring at Reinhardt like a deer caught in the headlights.

“We can do that. Oh, we can do that.”

.o.

Reinhardt can’t help the indulgent grin – not with Hanzo hugging his thigh towards him with both arms curled around it, eyes scrunched shut in concentration as he so obviously tries not to come too fast.

He looks sweet – so desperate as he fucks with quick, uneducated jerks of his hips, Rabbit fucking into the warm, silky space Reinhardt gave over to him more than generously.

He’d sat there with a glassy gaze as he’d watched Reinhardt prepare himself, one hand around his cock, nearly strangling it and trying not to come before he hadn’t had a taste of it.

“So good,” Reinhardt rasps, belly clenched tight, cock smearing the wet tip lazily against the bed sheets. “I love your sweet little cock. Feels so good…”

He clenches down around it in emphasis an Hanzo’s eyes snap open, staring at him in blank panic as his hips stutter to a halt for a moment, grinding in deep – as deep as he could.

“Don’t do that!” he croaks, voice rough and high and a little whiny.

Reinhardt smiles indulgently, his cheeks feeling about as hot as Hanzo’s face looks.

Hanzo turns his head, hiding himself against Reinhardt’s knee as he starts fucking again; first slow, little bucks into the clenching heat, then sharper, faster nudges as he regains his momentum.

Reinhardt closes his eyes and lets his head fall back, breathing studiously deep and slow, concentrating on the fucking.

He loved how desperate Hanzo got. How he humped like an animal, fucking quick and needy into Reinhardt because he loved to see how swollen he got him afterwards when he inspected his work; greedy mouth licking his own cum out of his large lover.

Reinhardt sighs, hand inching over to loosely jerk himself as Hanzo rabbit fucks him fast and needy with that cute cock Reinhardt was so in love with. 

God, but he tried so hard to give it to him good and proper. 

fruits of the very short live-write just now^^ I’m tired so I wonder how it came out lol

heed the tags plz so you won’t wander into something you don’t like

Hanzo makes a soft sound in the back of his throat. It sounds disgusted, and Jesse’s fingers curl into the bedding in response. The archer’s dark eyes flick to the movement, then up to McCree’s dully flushed face.

“You’re ridiculous,” he tells him, voice clipped. He sounds prim even though he’s crouching on the floor between McCree’s legs. “You are so loud-mouthed, I thought…” he is almost muttering at this point, dark eyes trailing back down to the gunslinger’s cock. Jesse’s toes curl in his boots. His wide chest spasms painfully as the breath stutters out of him.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, voice scratchy. Eager. His dark eyes are large and wet and hopeful. “Yeah?”

Hanzo’s fingers squeeze a little tighter around his cock, then loosen again. His hand is broad, covering the sturdy length of Jesse’s shaft – only the flared, blunt tip is peeking out of the fist, and already it is shiny, a little dribble of pre-cum oozing from the slit as the silence stretches and Jesse’s rattling, excited breathing is too loud in the room.

The archer hesitates, fingertips idly dragging along the silky, hot skin; he turns his head minimally to the side, watching Jesse from beneath heavy lids out of the corner of his eyes.

“One would have thought you would be able to put your money where your mouth is… as you Americans would say.”

He squeezes again, and when all he gets is a low, eager groan, he doesn’t hide the feigned moue of distaste thinning his lips as he watches a drop of pre-cum roll down the glans and wetting the edge of his hand.

It only seems to get McCree hotter, his knees jerking apart in a spastic motion that gets his ridiculous belt buckle to clank noisily against the bedframe. His feet are restless, the spurs on his boots as loud as the rest of the boisterous person.

Hanzo lets him jerk and fidget while the excitement brews warm and prickly in his belly. He hadn’t anticipated enjoying this as much as he does.

“Maybe it was to be expected,” he continues, voice still crisp and deep; sounding unaffected from the proceedings and the dishevelment of the other man. “There is a saying about overcompensation, is there not? And you are so very loud.” He glances at the ridiculous cowboy boots; the useless spurs jangling at their heels. He holds McCree’s cock in a death grip and feels his pulse thrumming rabbit fast against the heel of his hand. “So very… eager to get noticed by everybody.”

McCree’s chin is on his chest, his shaggy beard moving with his open-mouthed pants. He looks like he is already seconds from coming and Hanzo is fascinated. They hadn’t been at it for more than a handful of minutes.

“Don’t tell me this is all?” He almost barks it, startling McCree into jerking his hips up, trying – and failing – to fuck into Hanzo’s fist. He couldn’t fuck where there was no slack to buck into. “You’re already so close?”

He finally moves his hand; a slow – torturously slow – motion of his wrist, pushing up a couple of centimeters to cup the tip of McCree’s short, sturdy cock, gathering the copious pre-cum drooling from the slit, then pushing back down. He waits for McCree to sigh softly, then opens his slick fist and wipes it against the unkempt bush of his pubes.

McCree grunts in surprised dismay, head coming up from where he let it fall back. He stares at Hanzo who is still hunkering between his thighs and looking at his cock like it was an interesting specimen.

It was a pretty dick, after all; short and fat. Good looking despite its lack.

Hanzo lets one hand drop out of sight non-chalantly; presses the heel against his own cock. McCree didn’t need to know how hot the sight made him. How much he wanted to suck that surprisingly short cock into his mouth and savor the salty pre-cum. Maybe – maybe – let McCree hump across his tongue until he shot his load.

(Hanzo’s belly clenches when he thinks about how McCree would need to grunt fuck him – would really need to work for it – if he wanted to try and throatfuck him.)

“Wha’ issit?” McCree is slurring. Whiney like a schoolboy. Like he deserves himself a treat for having the shortest dick Hanzo had yet met. Jesse reaches for his cock to jerk himself but Hanzo’s free hand shoots forward to stay him before he can play – yet not before Hanzo sees how huge McCree’s mechanical hand looks next to his cock.

He already thinks about a next time – making McCree jerk off for him. Commenting on how McCree was able to engulf his own cock fully in his fist…

“You lured me in here with false promises, McCree.”

“…Wha?” McCree’s eyes look feverish, his cheeks a brick red. He’s chuffing like an old engine and as they both stare, his short cock flexes out another string of pre-cum which slides down the stout, fat shaft and mattes his pubes.

Hanzo presses his hand almost painfully against his own cock. He can feel it wet into his underwear, and a shudder runs down his back.

“You promised me a nice cock to suck. You said you’d be able to fuck me raw…” And yes he would be able to. Hanzo could already imagine it: the juicy width spreading him open, making him accommodate McCree’s girth… but that was not the point. The point was-

“I think you should apologize, don’t you? And maybe, if you do it well enough, I’ll jerk your pitiful cock off at least.”

McCree’s broad hips shimmy from side to side, his cock swaying where it stands rigidly in the air. He sounds hoarse when he croaks: “‘M sorry.”

Hanzo pushes a hand underneath the sash holding his pants up. It only needs minimal fumbling to curl his fingers around his own cock. Everything is warm and tacky in his underwear. He bites the tip of his tongue for a second to get himself back under control and make his voice not tremble as much.

“What are you sorry for?”

McCree’s face falls for a moment. He looks clueless. Helpless. His beard his shivering with the sharp breaths he’s taking, eyes flicking from Hanzo’s cool, unimpressed – flushed – face to his cock and back again.

When he understands finally, he looks almost like he is about to cry. Hanzo hesitates – suddenly unsure whether he had gone too far. Before he can backpaddle, McCree rasps: “‘M sorry for having such a short dick.”

It’s jerking as he says it; his balls drawing up tight and sudden, Jesse’s voice getting high and urgent. “‘M sorry for – please, I … please??”

Hanzo groans through his nose as he falls forward, mouth open and wet and greedy. The first splash of cum hits his tongue even before he got his lips around McCree’s cock.

He wonders how sensitive McCree is that a little dirty talk can get him so hot. He wonders if he’s always like that. He wonders if he’s ever even been able to play like this – or if this is years of pent up frustration.

Suddenly, Hanzo wonders a lot of things about the cowboy as he drinks down his thick, creamy cum and listens to McCree groan his way through his orgasm – all the while clutching his own cock, and forgetting to jerk off in the face of this unexpected, delightful development.

Pls tell us more about Dva + ball busting her tied up bois 😍

yes. ok. 

D.Va is all about showing them that they aren’t as irresistible as they think they are *lookin at you 76* and likes to press the nails of her toes into a nice, big sac while playing video games. Maybe have their balls bounce on the top of her foot just because she likes how scared her bois look and don’t dare to breathe.

They always think she might one day kick them for real but she’s not about hurting them until they seriously *hurt*, y’know? She doesn’t want them curled up and puking or anything.

Sometimes she’ll scratch their backs with her nice and sharp fingernails until they’re gooey and groaning into the bedding at which point she’ll reach between their obediently spread thighs and just hold them and tug a little too sharp, the nails that they’ve been dying for digging just a tad too meanly into that tender, warm skin.

Sometimes she also likes to put them in a humbler. Most of the time it’s 76 because she loves how he’s most prone to cry out of frustration, sometimes she’ll do it to Lúcio or Reaper because they enjoy the humiliation. Lúcio will most of the time end up begging her to slap his balls when they’re presented like that anyway. The other two will dread it and love it in equal measures. 

I just love humblers a lot