Tag: rape tw

Enji is such a spoiled bitchy omega and Todoroki is sick and tired of being at his beck and call. So he takes it upon himself to fuck his dad into submission. He’s grown™️ now so he can definitely blanket himself over Enji’s back and bite at his neck shoulders. His thrusts get more and more punishing as he remembers all the times his dad has ever pissed him off. Now he just wants to put that bitch in his place and he won’t be satisfied until Enji’s pissing himself in submission

God, yeah… some good good hate fucking between Todoroki and his daddy. It’d be one-sided though because even though Enji had been deranged when Todoroki was just a pup, he now has definitely found his softer side.

Still, though. Todoroki a lot bigger and buffer now, just putting his bitch of an Omega father down to the ground and fucking him so roughly until he pisses himself in submission is so fucking hot. Just Enji deep in an Omega headspace, trying everything from grovelling to simpering to pissing himself to make the Alpha grunt fucking him more sympathetic to him :’ ) mmmhhhhh 

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.

consider: young hanzo being taken by deadlock and dad refuses to pay the ransom. hanzo is stuck with deadlock trying to break his spirit, one fucking after another from the top of the chain to the bottom, until its finally jesses turn. he gets tossed a sore, cumstained hanzo whos hole wont even close its so used. and somehow, jesses the only one who can make him beg for cock.

Super used-up sloppy hole is really good mmmmhhh. Bet he had fire in him at the beginning but that soon fizzled out after the sixth-or-so use. Jesse is probably used to getting the sloppiest loosest holes :‘) he doesnt care he‘s just happy to put his dick in something warm and squishy

Omg yes Endeavour being put in the public stockades for anyone to play with. Messy, uncaring loads put in his ass one after the other. The cum used as lube to fuck him into a whining mess

I need him to slowly transition from volatile and deranged screaming for their deaths to being hoarse and kind of subdued to whiny and whimpering for them to stop to finally ahegao mess begging for more loads in his sloppy sloppy sloppy fucked-out hole ❤

8th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 4th Fill

Reaper/Hanzo; Genji – shimadacest; rape; tentacle sex; chocking; rough sex; hair pulling; mild sounding – Reaper has got some toys and knows how to play with them.

The tentacle slides in deep, slippery and intrusive, and Hanzo cries out at the insane stretch of his rim, clamping down, inner muscles working to force the intruder out.

Genji surges forward on the chair he’s seated on, lifting up, but before his thighs can lose contact with the simple wood, the dark sinuous mass around Hanzo’s throat curls tighter, cutting off his air flow.

Genji plops down to the sound of his older brother’s desperate gurgling, Hanzo’s bound hands coming up and clawing at the tentacle that slips through his grasp like so much smoke.

Genji’s hands curl into frustrated fists, his angry tears hidden behind his visor.

Reaper laughs at him. At Hanzo. At the situation in general. He has a grand ol’ time and he’s making sure the brother’s know it.

“Why don’t you take it easy, Genji? I thought you were always one to enjoy a good show… Do you not like how pretty your brother looks speared open? *He* certainly seems to like it.”

Hanzo’s cock, forced into submission by the relentless, near violent pressure against his prostate, is dutifully hard, curved up into the air, bobbing gently with every slick, squelching thrust of the dark mass into his body.

He is stretched out, having to accommodate the tight grip around his throat, his spine arched and belly fluttering with quick little panting breaths.

Reaper has long since lost most of his human form. He is a dark, oily mass that has Hanzo enveloped, the inky tendrils lapping up at his sides and tickling his ribs.

“Take off your visor, Genji.”

Genji is rooted to the spot, staring, defiantly, then clenching his eyes shut when one tiny tendril starts curling around his brother’s fiercely swollen cock, the whispy end tickling the slit at the very top; flirting with the thought of dipping into his urethra.

“Take your visor off,” Reaper repeats, deep voice even more of a growl. Some of the playfulness has vanished, replaced with impatience. “I want to know that you are *looking* at him. I want to know you see what a *whore* your precious big brother is…”

Genji hesitates, fingers digging into the pliant fiber mesh covering part of his thighs. Hanzo’s sudden cry, quickly cut off by him gritting his teeth, has him jump to action. He unlatches his visor, face set in a deep scowl.

Reaper makes a sound like he’s purring with satisfaction, the tiny tendril carefully slipping back out of Hanzo’s flushed cock, taking with it a long string of pre-cum that stretches obscenely before finally snapping.

Hanzo’s cheeks are a dull red that quickly spreads down his throat and chest.

“Very good. You obey better now. They’ve tamed you, I take it.” Reaper’s eyes burn with some inner fire, staring at Genji above the swell of Hanzo’s shoulder as he directs the small tendril from before to gently curl around Hanzo’s sac and squeeze it.

Genji presses his lips into a defiant line. He will not give Reaper the satisfaction of answering. He stares right at his face, trying to ignore the way Hanzo’s bound hands jerk down, trying and failing to curl around the tendril around his testicles and pull it away.

The next sound he makes, however, has Genji looking despite himself: Hanzo jerking on the slippery mass impaling him and *moaning* low and rough, his face scrunching in humiliated mortification.

Reaper damn near howls with laughter.

“Oh so that’s it? That’s the spot?” he purrs, his face snuggling against Hanzo’s cheek like a lover. The thick tendril around his throat vanishes. Instead, something curls into Hanzo’s hair and pulls hard, baring his throat until Genji is sure his neck has to snap.

His fingers dig deeper into the fiber mesh lest he spring up and dash towards his brother.

Reaper’s movements become more rhythmic after that. An even, obscene push and drag motion that has Hanzo’s cock bob and his hands tremble, curled uselessly in front of his belly as he tries so hard to not react to whatever sinuous curl is making him lose his composure.

“Are you not getting desperate? Do you not want to get rid of this pesky… pressure? I’ve had you on edge for quite a while before your little brother stumbled in. You don’t want to show him how much you love taking it. How much you are addicted to me being able to fill your belly until you feel like you’re going to get sick…”

Reaper’s voice carries easily. He has never had trouble ensnaring an audience, and now, too, the Shimada brothers listen despite themselves.

Hanzo is baring his teeth, clenching his eyes shut. If he wants to deny the words, the effect is rendered useless by the sudden, almost shy shift of his hips: rocking on the thick tentacle spearing him open.

Fucking himself on it.

Genji’s mouth goes dry, his belly curling in a way that he can’t say whether it is dread or… something else.

“I know you want to come,” Reaper whispers, nosing against Hanzo’s cheek. “I’m not keeping you from it, you know. You can touch yourself whenever you want. There is no need for you to have to endure this any longer…”

Hanzo makes a weird sound; high and trembling like a whimper or whine. His hands are flexing helplessly, cock bouncing in the air. Reaper’s voice drops into an intimate murmur. He sounds almost… sympathetic.

“Just touch yourself.”

Genji watches, appalled, as Hanzo’s hands *do* move, then; sliding down, fingers trembling but becoming more sure as he takes his cock between his palms. Wrists bound as they are he has to use both hands to clumsily jerk himself off, but his face becomes slack when he feels the firm, familiar pressure of his own touch. Relieved.

He pleasures himself quick and shameless before his brother while Reaper keeps driving into his slack, warm body, chuckling all the way.

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.

8th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 1st Fill

Blackwatch!Reinhardt/Angelo – rape; coercion; deep throating; breath play – Reinhardt has a new toy and he knows just how to play it.

“You are a gorgeous one, aren’t you?” Reinhardt extends his hand towards the prisoner but before his fingers can scratch at his chin right beneath his neat little goatee, the man jerks his head away. He does not answer, but Reinhardt can see it in his eyes: how he tries to be brave in the face of his certain doom.

He is a doctor, Reinhardt knows. More used to being inside his laboratories than spending his time out on the battlefield. He’s young and supple and innocent. Maybe Overwatch wanted to take mercy on him. Maybe they did not want to watch his pretty brown eyes become jaded.

Reinhardt smirks and reaches up without missing a beat, pulling the knot of his tie a bit tighter.

He stares down at the bound little bird, watching as his docile eyes flick to him again and again. He can see him trying to figure out who he is.

Last time he’s seen him, Reinhardt had been wearing his Blackheart armor. In a perfectly fitted suit he is something else, and he smirks.

“Don’t be afraid,” he murmurs, usually booming voice pitched into a low, soothing rumble. The medic’s full lips thin and he turns his head farther away. “You are not alone.”

The man snorts and Reinhardt steps closer, one big hand coming into his white hair, attempting to stroke it. When Angelo twists his head to dislodge him, he changes his tactic and grips at him hard, pulling his head back until the pretty bird visibly grits his teeth.

“I am not lying to you. You are not alone. We have more Overwatch agents in our facility.”

Angelo’s eyes snap open, staring up at him, eyebrows drawn tight in concern. Reinhardt smirks, pulling him forward, unceremoniously mashing the prisoner’s face against his crotch, then dragging his cheek against his slowly filling cock. Angelo is a big man. Reinhardt loves playing with them.

“I think if you are a good boy, they won’t get hurt… too much.”

Angelo’s fierce struggle and indignant noises suddenly peter out. When Reinhardt glances down, the good doctor is staring up at him with wide brown eyes. Shocked.

Reinhardt sighs and drags one big finger along Angelo’s cheekbone.

“In trying to spare you the atrocities of war, I think Overwatch has done you more dirty than anybody else could have done.”

.o.

He’s sloppy and panick-y from lack of air, but not half-bad at sucking cock. A natural. Reinhardt had suspected as much – it is always the cute and naive ones – but he’s nonetheless pleasantly surprised.

There’s not been much crying and protest; no hint of teeth as he first nudged his way carefully into the good doctor’s mouth and then, even more carefully into his throat. He’s a good boy, trying not to give him any reason to hurt his precious friends.

Reinhardt sighs, head back, staring unseeingly at the ceiling as he just lets himself feel the warm, desperate contractions around his dick. He’s standing above Angelo, having crowded him against the wall, and is just leisurely fucking straight down into his throat.

He can hear Angelo’s gurgling, muffled by his cock jammed down his throat. He’s still panicking but he’s gotten better about it. He’s no longer clawing desperately at Reinhardt’s massive thighs but just… accepting the treatment. He’s letting Reinhardt suffocate him on his fat cock, tears at the corners of his eyes, gaze a bit vacant as he tries to battle his body’s natural panic response.

When Reinhardt lets up on him and pulls out, he takes huge, ragged breaths, a single dry sob leaving him. There’s a thick line of spit connecting Reinhardt’s flushed glans and Angelo’s bottom lip.

“You’re a good little soldier, aren’t you?” Reinhardt croons, nudging Angelo’s cheek with one thick knuckle. He uses one of the big rings decorating his fingers tug against the doctor’s lip, watching how Angelo just lets him do it. “All for the sake of your little friends. Hmm. How noble.”

He hooks his thumb into the side of Angelo’s mouth, pulling, watching as the doctor just *let’s him*, looking up at him with dark, sweet eyes. He’s gorgeous.

Reinhardt wonders if he will wail when Reinhardt stuffs his ass full of dick. Will he try to crawl away or will he take it, resigned to his fate. In any case, he would look gorgeous on his cock, of that he’s plenty sure.

He pulls farther against the corner of Angelo’s mouth, thumb pressing down on the bottom row of teeth to urge him to open his jaw wide, which Angelo does, showing off his pretty, soft tongue and the raw, red back of his throat that Reinhardt has already so thoroughly, deeply fucked.

“You are a natural. Perfect little toy. So obedient… Do you find solace in the knowledge that you keep your friend’s safe?” Reinhardt leans forward again, knees bending minimally as he starts dragging his cock against the wet cushion of Angelo’s tongue.

He smiles serenely at the defiant look entering the doctor’s eyes, then pushes in deeper, dragging the fat glans just where Angelo’s gag reflex begins to see him try to suppress his choking.

“That is fine. I will teach you soon enough. You are a whore and nobody has trained you properly – but daddy Reinhardt has you, sweetheart. I will show you how good it can feel to just lose yourself in a nice fat cock spreading you open and filling you up. Soon you won’t have to worry about your friends anymore. You will forget them. They are not important. They *will not be* important. Not as much as getting filled with dick and servicing your new masters.”

Angelo’s eyebrows pull together. He looks stormy and rebellious. But Reinhardt will teach him.

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.

7th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 7th Fill

Blackwatch Boys/Winston – past abuse; past rape; current non-con/dub-con; brain washing – Blackwatch got Winston out of the Talon base and decide to take him for a test drive.

(keep note of the warnings)

It’s not one of their finest hours, they all agree. Rescuing Doctor Winston out of the bowels of the Talon base has been a stroke of genius; but having him on his knees now, body still black and blue with bruises, servicing their cocks… not so much.

Gabriel and McCree throw each other glances every now and then. McCree looks about as guilty as he feels, but it still does not make them stop.

Shimada seems supremely unperturbed as is, deep dicking the scientist’s throat until he is gagging, wet and a bit desperate, his dark eyes open and throwing pleading glances at his other two rescuers while Genji calmly keeps him stuffed with cock until he stops struggling again.

“Not so rough,” Gabriel mutters, hand out, fingers scratching along Winston’s jaw. “He’s a good boy.”

He is. He’s not been gone long, but Talon has already trained him well. They’ve seen snippets of the footage while infiltrating the hideout. They’ve smelled how he reeked of old cum when they stepped into the room they had kept him in.

There are big, hand-shaped bruises on his wide hips and thick, soft thighs, and when McCree pushed into them with a boot on their flight back, he’s gone to his knees like a whore and begged for dick with big brown eyes.

Brainwashed. They shouldn’t be doing this.

But alas. Not their finest hour.

Winston is hairy and thick and delicious. He is sturdy, can take what they dish out, even though he looks heartbroken whenever Shimada becomes too rough in his excitement.

His cunt is soft and greedy, easy to prepare for their cocks while he is whining in the back of his throat, haphazardly shoving his backup glasses that they gave him as they boarded back onto his nose.

It’s a weird twilight they got him in; seemingly still stuck in the mindset Talon taught him, while also clearly understanding what is happening with him now.

“Th-thank you,” he stutters again and again whenever they let him get enough air to do so. His deep voice is all soft. He mumbles a bit just like he’s always done. He sounds just like his old self; sweet and bumbling – too nice for the military service – but it stands in crass contrast to the fact that he’s showing them his ass while he does so; spreading his cheeks with both hands, begging for them to dick him into the soft, buttery gape of his hole.

It’s not their finest goddamn hour. They should have been above it, yet…

When McCree and Gabriel try to step away, let him calm down, he becomes desperate. Crawls to them, begs for their cocks. Kisses and licks them like he’s grateful, looking up at them hypnotically with big dark eyes, his own cock painfully hard looking as it curves against the lower swell of his big, firm belly.

“Ah fuck it,” McCree murmurs before long. Gets back into the action. They need to keep Shimada at bay anyway: Genji tends to forget how strong he is. Gabriel watches them quietly, big cock in his big fist.

They’d arrive at the base in just under two hours. Until then they need to be done and have Winston cleaned up a bit. It’s still enough time to have him… tend to them, though. He’s so very thankful. Very eager.

There is a certain kind of intelligence in his eyes that makes Gabriel wonder just how much this is his new training and how much is him.

He seems to become happier the longer it goes on and the softer they are with him. When Genji stops trying to suffocate him on his dick and pets his hair, Winston goes cross-eyed.

He’s still clumsy, still flushes and becomes embarrassed, and that makes all of it even more surreal. Dream like.

He hides his face in his big, softly muscled arms when he sees how big McCree’s cock is and how he’s about to fuck that into him.

He hiccups out little rough moans when Jesse mounts up, and Gabriel nearly strangles his cock.

He’s not been too long with Talon. Whatever they did, it hasn’t taken completely. They haven’t broken him.

“Fuck, he’s milking me so good,” McCree groans, head back as he fucks easy and fast. “You got to feel that, boss.”

Gabriel will. He might hate himself for it later, but god, he will.

Winston thanks McCree like a good boy when he’s filled him up and pulled out. He shows everybody in the room his creamy hole. He’s still hungry, turns his flushed, embarrassed face towards Gabriel.

He hesitates for a second, but Genji looks like he’s ready to take him again, so he stands and walks over before he can think about it too much.

He’s been friends with Doctor Winston for a long time; he’s always wondered how it would be to show him how good it can feel to have a dick in his belly. He’d never have thought just how happy and content he would look getting fucked until he’s sleepy.

His ass is warm and clingy, slimy from McCree’s last load, and Gabriel can’t help but fuck him like a porn star; right hand on his left hip, chin on his chest as he looks down between them, watches himself easily fuck Doctor Winston’s sloppy cunt.

Blackwatch has so many secrets already. This might just become one more of them. He wonders if Doctor Winston will tell on them. Gabriel almost… hopes. But he’s still a shy, bumbling scientist, and his face, at least from the side, looks totally blissed at getting fucked nice and warm.

Talon has not been kind to him. Maybe they are doing a favor to him, after all.