Tag: rimming

Okay okay, but- Gruff, embarrassed virgin!Gabe getting his juicy ass eaten out by Jack and finally learning what he’s been missing out on. Wondering wtf is going on with Jack’s obsession with his equally big thighs and just getting fussy/grumpy to hide how embarrassing (and hot) it is.

“What are you doing?! Oh god…”

Gabriel shudders and quickly lets his head hang low between his arms so Jack fucking Morrison wouldn’t see his face – wouldn’t see how he…

Jack groans. He fucking groans right against Gabriel’s taint, warm and intimate, and Gabriel can feel the vibration up into his heavy, filled balls. He bites his tongue in surprise, body jerking.

And then Jack is speaking – mumbling into Gabriel’s ass in midst of giving him more sloppy licks that get everything so wet, he imagines he can feel saliva dripping down.

His thighs shake. Jack groans again, his face mashed between Gabriel’s ass cheeks. He sounds like he’s fucking choking and Gabriel jerks again; tries to get away, face burning as he thinks about how he would have to explain that to the brass. Golden boy Morrison suffocated by…

Jack’s arms curl around his thighs and keep him from moving. A slurred “Wait wait whoa… don’t go” audible. The last sounds pathetic – wheezed out like a question.

Gabriel wants to bite something. To scratch something. His cock feels indecisive, half hard and bobbing, his belly is tickling. He is embarrassed and hot and Morrison is mashing his face back into his ass so hard that it ruts Gabriel forward and he nearly breaks his nose on the bed frame.

This time when Morrison sighs, he can understand it better.

“I goddamn love this ass. Oh my god…”

Gabriel’s toes curl and he growls because it is either that or whimper in mortification.

Morrison is starting to lick again and this time his cock gets the memo. Fills up fat and needy so fast his head spins.

He can’t believe the noises Morrison is making. Like he’s the one with a tongue up his ass – groaning against Gabriel’s spit wet skin. Gabriel presses his face into his stacked arms and bites his hand because it’s that or spontaneously combust.

He doesn’t dare to move an inch even though the muscles in his lower back are contracting again and again; trying to get him to… to move back. (He wants to…. he wants to rub his ass against Morrison’s perfect fucking face…)

Gabriel clenches his eyes shut tight against the thought.

Morrison is groping his thighs now – squeezing until it hurts and Gabriel has to harden his muscles against it.

Morrison – honest to fucking god – sobs. Pulls his head up from between Gabriel’s cheeks and sobs in a huge gulping breath before he presses his forehead against Gabriel’s ass. He rubs reverent hands across Gabriel’s thighs.

“I wanna die between them. Good god you need to crush my head between your thighs, Gabe. C’mon. C’mon you need to sit on my face.”

Gabriel jerks; white noise exploding in his head as he suddenly comes, embarrassing and hard – and probably kicking Morrison in the face in the process because when he comes to, Morrison is nursing a bleeding nose, but he’s still looking determined to… to…

“Dios mio…” Gabriel whispers helplessly.

Toys exist to get played with when one is bored.

Gabriel was often bored when there was no mission around; no target to eliminate.

Ergo, it was only logical that he acquired himself some toys to play with on his downtime. They were good toys, too. Durable. Flexible. Pathetic and needy.

He has his boots propped up on his window sill, eyes sliding lazily from the slits in the blinds towards McCree gasping on his narrow bed. Every now and then he jerks with an abrupt twitch, a high, reedy whine dragging out of his throat.

His face was as sweaty as the rest of his body. A good amount of it was plain and simple fear, even though his body was keyed up, his brainless cock bobbing hard and painful in the air whenever Reyes pressed the button again and watched his toy convulse on the sheets.

“Again,” he purrs. He doesn’t always give McCree a warning. Sometimes he just likes that short look of fear and resignation before another wave seizes the long body. McCree was still lanky as a boy. So young and tender. Only trying to grow into the massive size his chest promised he could be with enough discipline. (Reyes would be his discipline. The boy should fucking thank him on hands and knees and with his tongue on his boots.)

McCree can’t breathe for the long agonizing seconds that the electricity courses through his body, the muscles in his belly clenching and relaxing in sharp little bursts. The nodes were attached down his sensitive sides. (Reyes couldn’t wait for the moment he would burst into tears when his commander gently petted fingers down his ribs. Already, the boy was flinching away from these touches.)

The second Reyes’ thumb lifts from the button, McCree pulls in a sharp, gasping sob. Tears have been sliding down his temples and into his long, brown hair. He is sniveling and snotty, but his cock is still bouncing ridiculously up and down. He is not allowed to touch his dick – that, at least, he’d learned fairly quickly.

“Come here,” Reyes orders. Seeing McCree gasp for breath and cry like a bebé was only fun for so long. He watches McCree blink crusty eyes and wheeze as he tries to get his muscles under control and drag himself out of bed.

He crawls over on trembling arms and ducks automatically beneath Gabriel’s legs. Reyes grunts in acknowledgement and shifts his boots apart on the window sill and slides a little down in his chair to give McCree unhindered access.

“Having fun, little boy?” Reyes asks him, one hand in his shaggy hair to keep him away from just nose diving into his commander’s crotch.

McCree stares at him with blank eyes for a few moments before he blinks them clear. He slowly nods against the hold, jaw working like he wants to say something, but ultimately deciding against it.

Reyes laughs at him and lets go of his hair. He leans back into his chair with a sigh, eyes closing as McCree hungrily presses his face into his ass crack, mouth greedy and open as he presses it against his commander’s hole. Moments later, he tilts his head back and lets Reyes’ balls drag across his face with a low delirious groan.

Reyes is playing with the remote to the nodes in his hand. He knows McCree can see it out of the corners of his eyes. He likes keeping his toy on edge and guessing.

McCree and Reyes were so fucked up before the second rise of Overwatch :O only McCree kinda found his equilibrium back, it seems…

“McCree. Stay.”

Jesse winces and eyes his team mates as they file out of the showers hastily, leaving him alone with Commander Reyes. He tries to stand at attention, but he’s never been in the military, so he has no real idea of how to do it. He just makes sure to keep his back straight and tries to not look too self-conscious with just a towel around his waist and only one sock on.

Reyes stalks towards him; big and dangerous, still in his tactical gear from the training session they’ve just completed. His dark eyes give nothing away.

“You’ve got good aim,” he says, when he’s finally right up in Jesse’s face. Close enough that he can smell the sweat and feel his belly tighten in conflicting arousal. Reyes’ voice is low, almost a whisper, and Jesse hates himself for how warm the praise makes him feel.

“Sure, I-”

“How ‘bout you keep your fucking eyes on the target, then.”

Jesse’s stomach drops. He leans back and away from Reyes, as his face becomes hot with shame. Has he noticed-

“I don’t appreciate being watched.”

Yes. Yes, he noticed.

“Understood, Sir.”

“Hopefully.”

.o.

Jesse can’t leave well enough alone, can he?

He wants to say that it’s just because Reyes explicitly warned him not to do it. He wants to say that it’s just because he’s a bastard and he likes the thrill of the forbidden.

He knows it’s something else entirely, but he’d never go far enough to admit it to himself.

Instead, McCree finds himself loitering around base when he doesn’t have anything else to do. It’s not hard to find his boss, because he always was in spitting range of Morrison – and where Morrison was, recruits tended to flock.

Morrison was a likable kind of guy. Approachable and hard working. He gave off farmboy vibes, and McCree should’ve felt connected to him.

Instead, he could only stare at Reyes from beneath the brim of his hat, quickly ducking into shadows whenever he turned around, looking for the invisible gaze he could feel on his person.

It wasn’t that McCree wanted to make Reyes angry, per se – he just wanted… he wanted… 

Attention.

.o.

Jesse rounds the corner and abruptly stands still. He frowns as he stares down the corridor – no sign of Reyes. He could’ve sworn…

A heavy weight slams into his back and rams him against the wall. His vision is blurry from his forehead connecting with the concrete, and he can dimly feel a big hand on the back of his head before his face gets mashed into the wall.

“This is my last warning, McCree,” Reyes hisses into his ear. Jesse can smell whiskey on his breath; warm and familiar. It’s just as oppressive as the broad, unrelenting body pressing against his back – and he has the weirdest, most conflicted boner.

“I don’t know what you’re getting at – but you should stop your little game. I am… not amused.”

Reyes gives him one more little shove into the wall, but all Jesse feels is the short nudge of his Commander’s hips against his ass. Reyes leaves him standing in the corridor with a bruise slowly forming on his forehead, and his cock throbbing helplessly.

.o.

“Good shot.” The curt, almost grudging praise had come crackling over the com right in the middle of the training session, and fucked Jesse right up.

He absolutely botches the rest trying to show off for Reyes. In retaliation, Reyes did… nothing.

He just did nothing. Didn’t even fucking mention it. Didn’t cuff Jesse around the back of his head, or called him a good for nothing ingrate. He didn’t threaten to give him the boot and kick him back to Route 66 where he’d found him.

He just… did nothing, and Jesse didn’t understand why. It wasn’t like he wanted Reyes to be mad at him or hit him or…

… It was like that, if he was honest.

He wanted to get pushed around, he wanted to get noticed, he wanted – 

“You don’t know when to stop, do you… little boy.”

Reyes sounds almost conversational. It’s too late at night to stumble upon him on accident here in the shower rooms, and Jesse can just stand and helplessly stare from the shadow of one of the lockers. There’s nothing he could say now.

He’d watched his Commander work out in the gym; stemming weights and pounding dummies for hours on end, face a mask of rage and hate that slowly seemed to melt away into grim resignation.

He’d just stood in the corner and watched, hand in his crotch, squeezing the bulge of his cock, and coming up with strange, nonsensical scenarios of how he could approach his boss. Get on his knees and mash his face into his sweaty crotch. Suffocate himself on the big, uncut dick and let Reyes fuck his frustrations out into his throat in sharp, violent thrusts.

“Come here.”

Jesse does. He feels strangely weepy, alone with Reyes and with his cock hard and throbbing in his pants. He doesn’t know what’s going to happen and yet he hopes it will be horrible. He wants Reyes to hurt him and degrade him and insult him – just… just pay attention to him.

–

He has no idea how he ends up on one of the benches, with his Commander slowly lowering his ass right onto his face. His brain shorted out; he doesn’t know what happened to lead to this. He has the vague recollection of Reyes talking to him with a low, painfully calm voice. 

He sounded soothing. Like he understood. Like he knew exactly what was going on in McCree.

He sounded like a father.

“I know what you need,” he can hear Reyes’ voice from above him. Strong fingers are in his hair, keeping him just the way his Commander wants him to be, before everything gets dark and humid and suffocating.

He can feel the heaviness of Reyes’ testicles against his forehead seconds before he has to open his mouth on instinct and give his hole a broad lick.

Reyes is drenched in sweat, and Jesse digs his nose in just behind his humid balls because his Commander’s low, rattling groan at getting his sweaty ass licked by his protege makes him teary eyed again.

“Good. You’re doing good,” Reyes sighs above him, thick thighs bracketing Jesse’s head. The muscles flex with Reyes’ little, rocking motions – as he drags his ass across Jesse’s tongue – and it was fucking scary to have his head in between them.

Jesse could imagine Reyes being able to pop his head with those thighs if he just put his mind to it, and it just made him sob against his boss’ slick taint, and a trickle of cum soak into his boxers.

He was a freak and completely broken, but he was okay with it because he could mash his face into his boss’ fat ass and get complimented for doing such a great job.

“You can be a good boy if you want to,” Reyes muses above him. He sounds a little out of breath, voice a deep, rumbling growl, and tears spring to Jesse’s eyes because he thinks I did that. I.

Reyes drags his cock unabashedly across Jesse’s face as he rides him; smears his low hanging, ripe balls right across his closed eyelids, and presses down with his weight to have him gasp for breath.

Reyes was a fucking bastard and Jesse was dumb enough to lap it right up, and thank him for the privilege of getting suffocated by his ass.

“I know exactly how to make it stop hurting.” Reyes dark voice is an insidious whisper that goes right to Jesse’s core and makes him try and press his tongue past the tight muscle he had been worshiping with kisses and licks.

“Say it, little boy. Maybe I will let you come, too. Just say it.”

Jesse squeezes his eyes shut tighter. His scalp was burning with Reyes’ unrelenting fingers tearing at his too long hair. His body was a bow strung too tight, and he was scared what might happen when he finally snapped.

“Say it, Jesse.”

And maybe it was the sharp tug on his hair, or the insistent downward grind of Reyes’ hips – or the fact that he’d called him Jesse…

He had no idea what he was supposed to say until he actually did. It just tumbled out of his mouth, groaned against Reyes’ sweaty, gorgeous ass, with Jesse’s cock confusedly drooling little dribbles of cum into his underwear.

“Daddy.”

Reyes laughed at him.

Allison wanting her dad and her boyfriend to just fucking get along, so stripping down and getting her dad to eat her out while her boyfriend rims her until she is sobbing with how good it feels. She ends up having to do this every time she has to introduce a new boyfriend. Bonus points if Chris always makes sure to fill her ass with his cum before the boyfriend arrives and telling Allison to keep it all in until she cums.

“Daddy, you – “ Allison interrupts herself with a low, grunting groan. She slides her hands further forward, bracing herself anew, and curves her back down to open her anus farther up for the deep, almost leisurely thrusts of her father. She can feel him warm in her belly; her rim already feeling swollen and burning slightly from how long he’s been fucking her ass. “You need to finish, he’s coming soon,” she finally whines.

She shakes her head and flicks her hair out of her face.

“Sure, princess,” he answers but when she looks back over her shoulder, he is looking down to where he’s fucking his daughter; probably enraptured by the sight of her bulging rim whenever he slowly pulls out.

“Daddyyy,” Allison whines and bears down – tries to force him out so she can start getting ready for her newest boyfriend.

Chris only clacks his tongue and holds her down with one hand on her shoulder and the other on the back of her head. He presses her down onto the ground and really mounts her – fucking her until she wails.

.o.

Andrew doesn’t even hesitate when she cautiously opens up her well fucked ass and lets her daddy’s cum run out onto his tongue. He’s proven to be refreshingly open to all her suggestions and hadn’t even mentioned how ruined and sloppy her ass already looked – obviously well used not too long ago.

He merely grunted and started lapping the mess up, his wet chin bumping into her daddy’s balls every now and then as she got her cunt filled at the same time she got her ass cleaned out with eager swipes of a wet, warm tongue.

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Yesss now I’m imagining dark warlord sheriff doing something similarly wicked to slave Derek.

ooooh god yeah. He wouldn’t be as nice about it, though.

“Hold them open, little whore. Show me your secret place.” There was enough amusement in his voice to let Derek know exactly how ‘secret’ he thought it was. Big, rough hands seized his wrists and pulled them roughly back until his shoulders hurt, showing him exactly where he wanted them.

Derek’s face was burning and he was glad that he could at least hide it in the bed like this. He wished he would just die of embarrassment and get this ordeal over with. The warlord was hunkering on the bed behind him, and his gaze was like a physical thing on his body.

“Get that hole spread, boy! Get to it!” The rough command was accompanied by a companionable – stinging – slap to Derek’s thigh. The beast seemed to be in as good a mood as any, though the way he expressed it still was a far cry gone from gentle.

Derek let out a mortified, little moan as he seized his cheeks and pulled them apart with trembling fingers. Heat of humiliation washed through him from the tips of his toes to the roots of his hair as he felt not only the eager gaze of his master, but also the cool air of the room tickling his opening.

“Gorgeous. I bet you always were the belle of the ball in your family’s home, weren’t you?” Stilinski positively cooed and Derek couldn’t even begin to tell him again about how he had not –

when he felt those big killer hands on his own – helping him spread and disgrace himself further for a warm puff of air across his twitching hole and then the warm, intrusive touch of…

It’s his tongue. It’s his tongue, he thought with utter mortification, not hearing the horrible sounds he was making. High and loud and greedy as he felt a by now familiar warmth and heaviness start gathering in his groin.

God, not now, he thought blearily but his toes were tingling and his entire being seemed to be concentrated on where an eager, broad tongue was lapping at him like a dog.

Ooooh rimming and virgin!kink did you say? How about Derek being rimmed by the sheriff for the first time except it’s not just the first time he’s been rimmed it’s the first time anyone has played with his hole. Embarrassed noises and flushed cheeks?

“No!”

John’s head shoots up between Derek’s thighs and he stares at him with eyebrows drawn up. The boy looks like he’s even more startled by it; eyes wide and mouth dropping open in a soft, little ‘o’ that John wants to dip his cock into. Slow and leisurely in little thrusts along Derek’s soft tongue; showing him how to be good and keep that gag reflex at bay.

He has to blink a couple times to get the image out of his head and focus.

“No?”

He is about to (regretfully) relinquish his very comfortable spot between Derek’s legs, where he had been about to make out with his boy’s hole, when Derek’s large hands come down and hectically hold him where he is.

“N-No, I mean. Yes, I mean…” He’s flushing almost as hotred as the tips of his ridiculous ears have been for quite a while. John just stays patiently and looks up at him, fingers idly petting the thick, hairy thighs bracketing him.

“I mean… I was just startled because your face… was… there.” Derek scrunches his eyes shut and lets his head fall back – probably to avoid dying off shame. John snorts and makes sure his boy can feel the warm breath tickling his crack. Derek jerks and twitches – but he doesn’t pull away.

“Yeah. Because I wanted to give that sweet cunt of your’s a little kiss.” And more. So much more. God he wanted to tongue fuck Derek’s ass until it was a sloppy mess; gaping and soft and begging for a dick to fill it.

“Can I give it a little kiss, Derek?” he rumbles and noses at Derek’s balls. They’re large and warm and just as sensitive as the rest of his boy. Derek is breathing quick and shallow and his fingers are digging painfully into John’s shoulders.

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, of course,” Derek whispers. He sounds delirious and he nearly kicks John in the head as he tries to stand his feet up on the bed and spread his knees further apart.

It is a delightful surprise how noisy Derek can get in bed – something John hadn’t thought possible. A sudden wet tongue circling his twitching hole with a self-indulgent twirl seemed to be just the thing, though.

Derek let go of John’s shoulders in favor of clapping his hands across his mouth, eyes open in horrified wonder at the mewling whine that burst out of him.

His cock – big and fat already, just from some sweet petting – was slapping against his belly with the uneducated jerks of his hips. John grinned against the little, furry cunt and tried holding his boy’s hips down.

“Sweet, little virgin,” he cooed into the warm, dark space behind Derek’s balls and dipped down again to drag his tongue lovingly across that eager, little slit.

Derek might be whining and jerking through his first rimming – but his hole was all on board; opening up beautifully for it’s tonguing and only twitching feebly against the intrusion.

John wondered – in a sudden burst of silliness – whether Derek even was aware of how slutty his cunt already was.

sheriff worshiping peter’s ass maybe?^_^

Peter wriggled and bitched just long enough as it took for John to place a large, warm hand right on the small of his back and firmly slide it once all the way up to the nape of his neck, and then back down until it came to lie right on the wolf’s tailbone.

It was always like that. Peter wasn’t in the mood to play along with John’s rules unless he knew that he was going to be the sole focus. He was a narcissistic little thing and annoying the hell out of the Sheriff on most days, but sometimes it was almost… endearing.

Like right now when he was practically tasting in the air what was about to happen, head up and alert, hips wriggling in anticipation like a kid before Christmas.

John could only snort and shake his head, but he really had better things to do than tease Peter about being a self-loving bastard. Like enjoying the feast stretched out before him; the way his plush ass was fitting right into John’s hands, so perfect to squeeze and knead and pull apart to show off the pretty, little hole that was just about begging for a small kiss and a lick.

He could do this for hours – especially with the added benefit of Peter’s unashamed whining and begging. The way he pressed his face into his arms and his ass up against John’s mouth, begging for more tongue and teeth and maybe – just maybe – a few fingers to tickle him behind his balls where he liked it the most?

Peter was a creature of lust and John couldn’t deny that he loved experiencing him as a whole infuriating package.