Tag: non con tw

12th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 5th Fill

McHanzo + Genji – continuation of this – rape tw; molestation; non con tw; stuck in a wall; yandere Genji; yandere McCree – Jesse can’t let the opportunity pass. (Don’t mind the setting of it being a training exercise… I can’t bother to come up with a reason why nobody finds them haha)

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Hanzo is silent, probably too shocked at this turn of events.

If he had thought Jesse would help him, he is sorely mistaken. He should’ve been less of an asshole to garner any sympathy, and even then Jesse is not quite sure whether he would have passed the opportunity to get his hands on the ass Hanzo has been so goddamn fucking stingy with.

Jesse finally holsters Peacekeeper.

“Seems like whoever was here just took a chance, hm? ‘Tis awfully rude of you to walk around with your balls swinging free. Can’t blame a fella for copping a feel.”

He looks up to the rafters where Genji has slotted himself into a little nook and is watching with what Jesse assumes is rapt attention. He winks at him, then hurriedly reaches for the free leg that is suddenly kicked out.

“McCree!” Hanzo’s voice is breaking hysterically and Jesse wishes he had some kind of recording because *damn* he could get off on just how panicked and indignant the prissy bitch is sounding now.

“Hey, hey… none o’ that now. We’re all civilized men, are we not?” It does not take much to push his training gear out of the way.

Hanzo’s hips jerk when his cock lands heavy and hot right against his tailbone. Jesse’s dick is polite like that: he’ll knock before entering.

“I think we’ll all come to an agreement.”

“What the *hell* are you talking about?” He can tell Hanzo wants it to sound a lot more cutting, but what actually reaches his ears sounds faint and a bit shaky. Like he’s close to tears. Jesse’s dick fills out more at the thought. It gets him unduly excited to think about Hanzo’s dark pretty eyes wet with tears, and if he weren’t so sure he’d bite like the bitch he is, he’d have him choking on his cock until he cried a long time ago.

“I’m talking about what it’ll take for me to keep quiet, ya feel?” He is moving his hips, dragging his cock along Hanzo’s cleft with self-indulgent slowness, one thumb pressing down on it to help keep in that nice little valley. “Ya wouldn’t like if the others found out what kind of nasty slut you are, I reckon. Since I got pictures and all of your fine ass parading around without any underwear on.”

He’s pretty sure, at least, that Genji has taken himself at least a souvenir.

“You can’t be-”

“Serious? Oh babydoll… I think you can tell just how serious I am.” Hanzo’s leg has become lax in his grip, and Jesse lets go of it in favor of grabbing his cock and slapping the fat tip against the flushed little opening that Genji has had a bit of a go at already. Hanzo makes a sound like he’s choking, his plump muscle clenching visibly against the threat of Jesse pushing in.

He’s been thinking about it for months now; wondering how tight he’d be; how warm and silky he’d feel wrapped around him and stretched to the absolute max.

How he’d sound, begging for mercy and whining about the big dick that is rudely fucking his stingy little cunt open until it is sloppy and stretched-out. He’d never have thought he’d actually get an opportunity to try it out, though. He probably wouldn’t have taken this stellar chance if not for Genji, bless his filthy little heart.

*This one’s for you, buddy*, he thinks, then muses aloud: “I don’t got much slick on me right now. So you just gotta breathe through it, y’ hear?”

He leans forward, generously spitting on Hanzo’s clenched pretty cunt – *not gonna be so pretty anymore when I’m done with it* – and grins at the undignified squeak he can just about hear on the other side of the crumbled wall.

There’s no more fighting; no more bitching – just a lot of whining and panting and trying to spread his thighs farther to make the fat cock forcing its way into him seem less impossible to take, and had Jesse known how easy it was to get Hanzo to just *shut up* for once, he’d have pulled him on his dick a lot sooner.

*Damn* it’s a tight fit, though. Jesse is gritting his teeth, the nails of his hand biting into Hanzo’s ass cheek as he shimmies his hips and tries to keep pushing inside, but the burn on his poor dick is immense, and Hanzo is clenching down like he’s trying to strangle his cock.

“C’mon,” Jesse hisses through his teeth. He unclenches his hand with some effort and brings it down in a hard, meaty slap against Hanzo’s ass. Hanzo jerks and cries out, and actually loosens up enough to let Jesse force his way deeper inside.

He feels like he’s trying to crawl dick first into Hanzo with how desperately he wants to grunt fuck into his belly – impossible on this little slick – and from the way Hanzo sounds – quietly hyperventilating on the other side – the prissy bitch probably has the same thoughts.

He wonders whether Hanzo will be less of an elitist bastard from now on. Whether he’ll be cowed the next time they have an argument, afraid of Jesse’s big dick. He does not think so. Doesn’t *hope* so.

He can only dream of the next time Hanzo opens mouth to be a mean fucking bastard just for Jesse to show him his place with his cock rooting around in his guts and rearranging them some.

So many new, exciting possibilities have opened themselves up in front of Jesse…

10th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 4th Fill

McCree/Hanzo – age difference; NONCON/DUBCON; victim blaming; slut shaming; forced impregnation – McCree probably has twenty kids in ten different states. He does not know exactly; he usually just fucks then leaves.

(McCree calls Hanzo a kid a lot but Hanzo is in fact early/mid twenties)

McCree lets his hands wander; up Hanzo’s shins over his knees and to his thighs where he squeezes tight until the young man jerks on his hips.

McCree grins slowly, rolling his hips up once to jostle the kid a little and get him to squeal before he becomes impassive again and lets him clumsily do his thing.

“There you go,” he drawls, playing the deepness and smoothness of his voice up because he’s figured out minutes into their acquaintance that this little pussycat loves listening to him. Hanzo’s nipples become deliciously tight in response. Jesse can play him like a fiddle and he’s not known him for more than a few hours. “Knew you’d be a natural. Not that hard once you get going, hm?”

He shoves his hands farther, rounds the trim young man and grips at his ass. Pulls the cheeks apart until he makes a beautiful little sound and topples forward, just-so bracing himself on McCree’s wide, hairy chest.

“Ah…ah… n-no…”

He’s been haughty and prissy before, but they all cave to a big dick sooner or later. Especially if it’s their first one.

“You love the stretch, don’t you? You take it like a professional.”

The kid is shaking his head but his body says differently. The tight clutch of his little hole is delicious around Jesse’s cock; silky and trembling. It’s almost like he can feel his rapid heart beat around his dick and that’s quite something.

Tight pretty boy just for him to ruin.

To *breed*. The thought alone makes his cock surge and Hanzo, sensitive bitch that he is, moans weakly. He’s still bend over, his face close to Jesse.

He can see the kid’s wet lips tremble as he carefully keeps riding him. He pretends he does not like being called a cockslut but the truth is blatantly obvious. Jesse is not sure why it took him so long until someone put him on their dick but he’s not complaining. He wants to be the first to root around in his hot, trembling insides, and he wants to be the first to get him fat and heavy.

Get ‘em knocked up before leaving town; though he can feel himself wanting to stay with this one a little longer. Even if just to see how goot he’s given it to him.

It’s been so easy to convince him to do it without condom in the first place (“‘M gonna pull out before, babydoll. Don’t worry. Just c’mere. Show me that pretty cunt you got…”). He’s been too greedy for cock; too excited to get his little fingers around the fat dick McCree showed him.

“Gonna shoot off, soon,” Jesse murmurs and Hanzo’s whines go a bit more high-pitched, the red on his cheeks intensifiying.

“You’re going to… y-you’re going to pull out, right?” He can barely string the words together. His cock is looking painfully hard, the tip a deep ruddy red. He’s close to coming from nothing but Jesse’s dick because any time he tried to reach for his cock, he’s grabbed at his wrists and pulled them away.

Better start training them as soon as possible.

“Yeah, sure…” he drawls, a grin spreading on his cheeks, easy and self-assured. It’s cute when the kid comes; he mewls prettily, his mouth hanging open, insides squeezing down on Jesse… and he is kitten weak, helpless to being flipped over, legs spread wide as McCree grabs him by the ankles and starts pounding into him, sweat beading on his forehead.

Hanzo cries out with every sharp thrust; over sensitive, though his cock does not seem to want to stop dribbling come.

“Gonna shoot, babydoll,” Jesse grunts, orgasm brewing in his pelvis, the thought of having molded this unused bitch on his cock just adding to the pleasure. He imagines shooting deep into him; feeding his womb directly so no matter how deep he sticks the fucking shower head there’s no way he’ll get all of his cream out.

“Pull out,” Hanzo whines, his dark eyes glassy, cock still drooling, and it occurs to McCree that he is *still coming* like a good little slut.

“No way, babe. Can’t do. Not now.”

He pounds him through it, using the kid’s fucked-out weakness to grab his hands when they start hitting him without coordination and pushing them above his head. Pinning him down with his girth he grinds his dick deep until he imagines he can feel knocking on that snug little opening to his womb.

Hanzo gasps and grinds out a litany of ‘nonono’s and then Jesse is coming, shooting off deep into that warm, welcoming body. Distantly he hears the kid gurgling, legs twitching and jerking as he comes *again*.

Comes from his own forceful impregnation like the slut he is.

McCree rides the euphoric high until it finally abates, then rolls off of him with a grunt. He stares at the dumfounded face and grins sleepily, patting Hanzo’s flat belly.

“Been a good lay. Want some money?”

He figures the kid must be poor or something. He’s picked him up in a dingy bar; though he had smelled nice enough. Hanzo just stares at him, the flush high on his cheeks, seemingly shocked into silence from what just happened.

McCree grunts and digs in his pocket. He pulls out a crumpled dollar bill and tucks it into the kid’s used-up hole to stave off the lazy trickle of cum. He pats Hanzo’s leg and starts putting on his things. He needs a drink before he’s going to fuck him again. He’s pretty sure the kid will be up for a second round; he does not look like he entirely hated it.

He has no idea Hanzo is the heir of an old Yakuza clan.

Undead McCree fucks like an absolute freighter train. Absolutely no fucking mercy. He’ll pin you down and rail you with that sewed up ridicously girthy and fat uncut undead dick 👀👀👀

mujaween:

cyberrat:

god, yes. he fucks like a thicc machine, going as long as his master tells him to… is it a punishment or a boon >:3c who knows

McCree absolutely drilling into someone while his eyes look super expressionless/bored is so hot. 

Witch Mercy taking control of McCree from Vampzo or Demon Hanzo and making him wreck his old master

Ooohhhh >:3c Vampzo doesn‘t know what hit him. Suddenly he‘s beneath his own creation and no amount of clawing or biting or hitting will keep McCree from doing his DutyTM.

Of course, sooner or later Vampzo will submit >:3c he is, after all, a slut

8th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 3rd Fill

human!Winston/Soldier76 – nasty old man 76; coercion; forced feminization; abuse; non-consensual voyeurism; non-con/rape – Soldier has a not-so-willing pet in the kind scientist.

This one was tricky for me for some reason :0 Soldier really is a bastard in this one. I like to think that something good happens for Winston at the end 

“You like sending me on the longest missions. If I didn’t know better I would think you don’t like me.”

Soldier watches with amusement as Winston flushes a dull red, nervous sweat springing up on his brow. His dark, docile eyes are not looking into the camera. Either because he hasn’t figured out yet where Jack is getting his video feed from, or because he can’t look at him while he’s lying.

“N-No.. ah.. that’s not… it,” Winston mumbles. Nervous. He is a brilliant scientist but in front of his *master* he is reduced to a bumbling idiot. Soldier smirks and leans back against the cracking wall. He’s found refuge for the night in a rundown abandoned apartment complex and figured that he could use a bit of a distraction during the dreary mission.

Cue, him checking in on his pet via the secret camera he installed in his laboratory.

“Show me your tits.”

Winston looks taken aback. He haphazardly shoves his glasses up his nose, shocked silent for a second.

“I… ah… b-but-”

“Don’t talk back to me, babe.” Jack leans forward even though Winston can’t see him, fixing him with a hard glare. “You don’t want to make it worse for you, do you? I won’t be gone forever…”

Winston falls silent, biting his lip. He ducks his head, his shoulders shaking, hands probably curled into big fists at his sides.

“Show me your tits. Nobody’ll have to know what kind of slut you are if you obey like a good girl.”

For a second, the scientist looks close to crying, face a humiliated hot red, fingers shaking fiercely as he lifts his hands and starts unbuttoning the lab coat he’s wearing. It is clear he has not mentally prepared himself for the possibility of Jack harassing him even when he is out on a mission, and he’s softer and more vulnerable than usual.

Jack watches hungrily, cock in hand, slowly stroking. Greedy for Winston’s young, supple body. For how meaty and hairy he is, and too good natured to put up much of a fight.

Jack is sure he’s been the scientist’s first from how bumbling and unskilled he’s been, sucking cock messy and without any finesse… so damn ashamed of his hairy, thick body; and it has been easy to get him to submit. To make him feel like he is lewd and nasty… that his team would ridicule him if Jack told them about that shaky little ‘daddy’ he’s whimpered out as Jack roughly dicked him to his first orgasm on the cock of a real man.

He almost feels bad about it. Almost.

Beneath his lab coat, Winston is wearing a thick pullover that looks rustic. Handmade. A sweet boy wearing what his grandma gifted him. The cock in Jack’s hand surges and he reaches into his pants with his other hand, cupping his testicles.

On the video feed, Winston hesitates, throwing nervous little glances around himself. Still searching for the camera.

He is slow, dragging his heels, and Jack quietly files that away for the next time he has him under his heel proper. Apparently the little slut still has to learn a lot.

Finally he moves, though, lifting his shirt, rucking it up beneath his armpits and showing off his hairy, soft chest and the hirsute swell of his guts. Jack’s nostrils flare and his thumb presses beneath his swollen glans, dragging against his frenulum until his balls jerk in his grip.

“Yeah that’s it. Good girl. Show ‘em to me.”

Winston has gone very quiet, just silently obeying. Letting Jack boss him around while he looks close to crying, his big hands framing his soft chest and pressing the pecs together. Showing them off nervously to what is for him an empty room.

“Yeah. Good. Very good. Is your door open? What would you do if someone just walked in to you fondling your slutty tits?”

Winston ducks his head, his lips trembling. Jack hums, hips flexing up into his grip. He wishes he had Winston right here just so he could have the delicious promise of his tight, fat ass cushioning his dick before the end of the night.

“Does it get you hot? Gets your little clit excited? Of course it does. I bet you’re getting your panties dripping because you’re such a nasty slut. You want to show your body off, don’t you? For *daddy*?”

Winston sobs, then. Shakes his head, but squeezes his big hands around his hairy tits, blunt fingers pinching his dark, pretty nipples without Jack having to urge him to do so. He might be denying it, but he’s a natural, deep down. A cheap two-dollar-whore that’s just been waiting for the right trigger. Someone bored enough to give him a pity fuck and have him realize how greedy he is for dick.

“Do you want to touch your little clitty, baby girl? Want to touch it while daddy talks you through it?”

Winston is shaking his head, then stops, just quietly whining.

“You have to ask for it. I want to hear you say it.”

“Please don’t,” Winston croakes. He looks up nervously, eyes flicking somewhere off screen. Maybe he’s hearing footsteps on the usually deserted corridors outside.

Jack feels a fierce surge of lust, his cock getting wet at the tip, pulsing against his palm.

“Don’t you dare cover up now. Stay right where you are, slut. You are *mine* and I will show you off whenever I like.”

Winston looks like he wants to crawl under the table, the color draining from his face.

Jack can hear the faint thump of steps as well, now.

7th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 10th Fill

Soldier76/Endeavor – BNHA/OW crossover; predicament bondage; non-con/rape; coercion – Endeavor has found himself in a new world but its inhabitants are not willing to put up with his shit.

Soldier: 76 leans back, precariously balancing on his chair, shoulders brushing occasionally against the wall behind him. He quietly watches Endeavor’s struggle, his facemask in place to give the pro hero no lead; nothing to go on.

He’s in the room, but Endeavor could just as well be alone in his struggle for how responsive 76 is. He’s long stopped trying to rage and threaten his way out of the situation. By now all he does is try and keep his balance as he is stretched tall, throat just so constricted by a thick, Quirk dampening collar.

The whole setup is as simple as it is insidious: Arms bound behind his back, and legs kept apart with a spreader bar which has no practical reason in his mind other than the old man’s viewing pleasure.

There’s a thick rope leading from the back of his collar up into a sturdy ring in the ceiling… and down to the hook whose fat ball tip is just about breaching his hole.

He’s sweating and fatigued, throat burning from the times he’s tried to pull out of the situation by sheer desperate muscle strength, not only managing to push the hook deeper into his aching hole but also damn near strangle himself.

By now he’s almost… afraid to move this way or that. He wonders how long the old geezer is planning on keeping him like this. He wonders if any of the other idiots from his organization know what fucked up games he is playing.

Endeavor jerks when the soldier suddenly stands. Warily he watches him advance, cool blue eyes taking him in. He is powerful for a quirkless human. They all are with their respective technologies, and Endeavor is not quite sure what they are capable of.

The soldier comes to a halt in front of him. He has to tilt his head back in order to look into Endeavor’s face which is the only solace in the situation.

The silence stretches between them, only broken by Endeavor’s short, precise panting – everything to keep as still as possible. The soldier’s eyebrow twitches, but Enji does not know what it means.

He almost flinches when he suddenly speaks with a gravelly voice.

“Doused the flames, didn’t I?” Enji bares his teeth in a growl, mildly leaning towards him, yet all that he manages is the collar tightening against his throat and the hook sliding deeper into his hole.

His growl fizzles out and he rightens back up, hatred simmering quietly in his eyes while sweat springs up along his upper lip, his insides bearing down on the intruder, trying to force the hook out of him.

“You understand I had to take precautions. We don’t let just anybody join Overwatch. Given your… peculiar circumstances, though, we have no other option as to keep you at least confined.”

He pauses for a moment, one gloved hand stretching out to touch Endeavor’s lower belly just above the coarse thatch of his pubes and the undecisive, humiliating half-chub of his cock.

Enji, not wanting to get touched, tries to dance out of the way and immediately pulls the rope taut once more, the smooth metal sliding into him and pressing into his prostate.

Stars dance in front of his eyes, the lack of oxygen making everything that much more intense. He only realizes he is panting like a dog, tongue hanging out, when the derisive click of a tongue brings him somewhat back into the room.

“You are powerful. Winston and Angela are intrigued by those little parlor tricks you can do…” Those names don’t mean anything to Enji. He bares his teeth again, but it is weak. There’s no fire behind it.

Just like there is no fire in him, and the feeling of the Quirk dampening collar has him claustrophobic. His flames are a part of him just like his face, and their sudden absence makes him feel… vulnerable.

Enji Todoroki does not cope well with the feeling of vulnerability.

“Don’t look at me like that. We are no bad people here. But we do have to ensure everybody is functioning well. Listening to orders…” His gloved hand slides down, fingers curling unselfconsciously around Enji’s fat cock. Every muscle in his body tenses, fighting against the fatigue while he wills himself to remain quiet and not spear himself on the insidious hook once more. It becomes more difficult when the soldier starts weighing his cock in the palm of his hand. Getting a feeling for the heft of it.

Soldier: 76 hums, takes up where he’s left: “…Obeying orders. Say – can you be a good boy until we have figured out how you managed to stumble into our dimension? Can you… obey?”

He squeezes, the rough thumb of his gloves starting to play with Endeavor’s silky foreskin. The massive muscles in his thighs are trembling, his knees are getting weak.

He realizes with a deep seated desperation that he’s stuck between a rock and a hard place. The soldier squeezes his cock unkindly, and Endeavor’s knees give way for a second, the collar pulling taut against his throat and the hook sliding in deep and smooth.

He tries to get his footing back but the spreader bar makes it weirdly difficult. He rotates mildly in the awkward hanging position he finds himself in, and only manages to drive the hook even deeper, pressing so hard into his prostate for a moment that tears spring up in his eyes, then not pressing into it but only grazing it which is… almost worse.

All the while the old soldier watches him, quiet, calculating, his hand mean and harsh on Enji’s cock.

“Will you obey?”

Enji gurgles.

Beneath the mask, Soldier: 76 smirks.

He’s held out for hours, but even his strength is waning in an unfamiliar position such as this one. He can feel tears of frustration pricking his eyes when he has to lower himself minimally, allowing the slick, smooth bulge of the fake cock to breach him farther.

Someone of the crowd around him cheers and it makes him pull himself back up in a last ditch effort, belly fluttering with his quick, panicked breaths. A day later, Endeavor would be able to look at himself in tabloids, his biggest shame hidden by black censor bars, but nothing to hide the long stretch of his body as he dangles helplessly and humiliatingly at the lamp post in downtown.

Up on the balls of his feet, the insidious toy is still breaching him just so. Just enough to make him needy and frustrated with the almost-stretch that never comes because he is too proud. Tries to hold out just to spite those horny onlookers that are jeering for him to give him.

His arms are numb, the cool breeze tickling the hair in his pits and making him squirm.

A few minutes later, even the jeers of the crowd around him can’t motivate him anymore to keep up. He looses the fight against his fatigued muscles and slides down in one smooth, sudden rush, arms pulled taut, head thrown back as the cone shaped cock glides into him deep and sudden, spearing into his guts and spreading his hole just this side of uncomfortable.

His mouth is open wide but no sound has come out.

As the crowd watches in perverse delight, Endeavor’s hips start rocking minimally, shamefully fucking himself after hours of holding out. He’s crying tears of frustration that evaporate immediately in the heat of his flames.

human!winston gets kidnapped by talon to see what caused him to change; while they have him, they figure they should make him useful and have him be a “waiter” at one of their events w/ many VIPs who have certain expectations of the services provided…Later blackwatch set up a black bag operation to rescue, & reward themselves for success by using him as their shared human fleshlight on the flight back. Winston is happy to show his gratitude when they remember to take off the sack halfway thru

Winston being the warm, hairy center of attention is always v v good. when his team gets him back they need to be especially loving and gentle because he’s a sensitive soul ❤