“Lift your head up, Reyes.”
Dark eyes close–in preparation, to hide his shame–and he obeys his captain’s order, tilting his chin up into the hand that settles into the dark curls of his hair. Almost immediately, calloused fingers reeking of gunpowder nudge at his lips, and when he obediently parts them all he earns is the tang of charcoal against his tongue, his captain’s snicker.
oh noooo *whisper* that poor boooooyyyyyy *reads it a fifth and sixth time*
the others get severely punished and probably get the shit kicked out of them. Gabe makes sure Jack gets atleast a week off, but probably more time if he can cause jacks wrecked. he didn’t expect to get jumped and humiliated. they had not only done that but mocked him and were merciless in words and in their brutality.
I love whump stuff tbh x3 I’m no good at writing it but I love it. protective Gabe ehehehehehehe
au where reyes practices his brainwashing techniques on jesse & convinces (read: orders) him to join talon after the overwatch crumbles
and then Jack stumbles into one of the storage rooms and right into a filthy, steamy gangbang Gabriel is orchestrating from one of the crates, watching how lil McCree takes it so well and probs watches him the whole time with a vacant, adoring stare…
Jack’s wholesome farmboy heart breaks a million times and he clutches his pearls like a lil grandma
Hey cyberratting, I’m the anon that asked if it would be alright to expand on your dark Gerard fic some few weeks ago. I just wanted to let you know that Feral_Fic_Writer started posting my request on AO3 titled Brood-were. I hope that it lives to your liking. I know I am excited and loving every word of it.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/6703531/chapters/15331831
thanks! I already read the two chapters that are up and really enjoyed them ❤ ❤ you peeps should check it out, but beware the tags
2/10 The next day, the same thing happens. Chris gives Peter a choice, and Peter tells him to go fuck himself, so Chris calls in four different men, and they all take turns in fucking Peter as Chris watches, telling Peter that it doesn’t have to be this way, if Peter was just a good boy. After five days of this, Peter is exhausted and sore and just wants to go home, so he lets Chris put the gag on him. Chris fucks his mouth until he comes down Peter’s throat.
3/10 When Chris pulls out, Peter thinks that’s it, but Chris looks at him. “You know, since you decided you had to fight this, my men have gotten used to having a hole available for them, and I can’t punish them by taking that away. After all, you were the naughty one, not them. So here’s your next choice, Peter. They’re all going to fuck you, but you get to decide if they come down your throat or up your ass.”
4/10 Peter struggles again, the ring gag preventing his words from forming completely, but Chris gets the point. “Oh, Peter, I thought we were past this.” So, the four men hold him down and take his ass again. The next day, Chris crouches down next to Peter, as he’d held on his knees. “Maybe I was too harsh on you yesterday. I should have told you that you’re taking my men regardless. So, let’s try again.”
5/10 Chris continues. “I’m sure your ass needs a break. It’s probably open enough to fit a fist up there by now. So, tell me, Peter, will you be taking my men up your ass or down your throat?” “Throat,” Peter says quietly. Because if this is going to happen, then his throat will hurt less. “Good boy!” Chris smiles. He straps the gag into Peter’s mouth and fucks Peter’s mouth until he comes.
6/10 Chris’ men are now standing against the wall. “Go on, then, Peter,” Chris says. “Choose who you’re going to suck first.” Peter just looks at Chris, confused. “Come on, Peter. You decided you want to suck them, so choose who you’re sucking first.” Peter doesn’t move. Chris sighs, the sound full of disappointment. “Well, if you don’t want them in your mouth, then I assume you want them in your ass.”
7/10 The men move and surround Peter, holding him down yet again as they take his sore and swollen ass one by one. The next day, Peter agrees to have his mouth fucked, and after Chris has come down his throat, he motions Peter towards the men against the wall. “Now, it’s not going to be like yesterday, is it, Peter?” Peter slowly crawls over to one of them men, kneeling in front of him.
8/10 “Good boy, Peter,” Chris says. “Now, take out his cock.” Peter looks back at Chris. “Well, you decided you want to suck their cocks, Peter, so you can’t expect them to do all the work while you just sit there. Now,” Chris repeats, “take out his cock.” Peter reaches up, trying to ignore the way his hands are shaking and it takes three attempts to get the man’s jeans open. And then there’s a hard cock in front of him.
9/10 The man still doesn’t move. “Come on, Peter,” Chris says. “You wanted that cock in your mouth, so get to it.” Peter moves his head forward, but he can’t catch the head of the cock to slide inside the ring gag. “Why don’t you hold him still for you, Peter?” Chris suggests, and Peter slowly wraps his fingers around the base of the cock, holding it steady to slip into the ring gag.
10/10 Chris watches as Peter moves his head back and forth, fucking his own throat on the cock in front of him. He knew that Peter would be a perfect slave when the Hales had first approached him. All that was needed was to knock that arrogance out of him. And now Peter understands what his options are, Chris can start to train him properly.
hnnngh there was sudden delicious petopher porn in my inbox and I love it ❤
I love the fact that obviously Peter would be nothing but an exclusive pleasure slave. Of course Chris has gagged him as soon as possible because nobody wants to hear him talk – he should just look pretty and show his body off for his owner’s pleasure (and the pleasure of his visitors).
After those first rough days, his tender little ass is no longer as pretty as it was before he came into Chris’ home. It’s raw and hurting and motivates him all the more to use his mouth properly. Little tongue always out and eager to slobber over anything they hold in front of him; even if it is a leather shoe or an ass he buries his face in with nigh enthusiasm.
He gets to eat with the rest of the dogs out of a bowl, and has to learn how to keep his owner’s study clean, and by the time two months are over he’s still resentful and obviously hates everything, but he also doesn’t talk back anymore
I thought about that actually :O and I think since he vomited in a fairly normal way I think it can be assumed that other body functions are also p normal. (I also read up on him a little aka read a little in his Wiki, and apparently he is a normal dude that can turn into this metal form and back again at will. no idea why they didn’t show that.)
but yes. I need Angel to keep his hands pinned over his head as she rides him. Just let him feel that for once he’s not the stronger one. That he’s totally at her mercy and can do a damn thing about it.
Can only lay there and watch as she tries to cram that big metal dick up her cunt. Mouth open and panting before she kind of remembers herself and ferally grins into his face.
but what if he’s never even fucked in that form. He’s so overwhelmed by the feeling of her warm and slick around him. She doesn’t even get to come before he suddenly fills her up; all that cum slicking her walls and getting forced out , sliding along the part of his cock that she hadn’t managed to stuff herself with.
oohh my heaaaart. both of those boys being kind of aware of what’s happening but also not able to help it.
both of them thinking the other had to be so disgusted – especially if they knew how secretly turned on they were by it.
Bucky revelling in how Steve makes him crawl around the floor like a dog and gets him to lick his boots; cock heavy and swinging between his thighs in just a few minutes. Dripping and ready to burst by the time Steve’s boot presses him to the floor with harsh pressure between his shoulder blades.
Bucky only grunting when he gets his hole spanked; the thick glove of Steve’s uniform making it nearly unbearable to take, but it’s so good. So fucking good.
When Steve jerks off right onto his hole; makes him feel the wet warmth of it while telling him he’s not good enough to take Captain America’s cock, Bucky could basically cry into the concrete floor with how badly he needed that wide, blunt dick spreading him open. But of course his programming wouldn’t let him do anything but stoically take it.
ooooohhh. yeeeeessss. there’s another one that’s really good, too… I’ll take a turn at it later
Brock has never played with dolls or anything, because he’s a man and his father would’ve beaten the shit out of him, but sometimes he thinks there might’ve been a damn fine fashion designer somewhere in his little boy heart.
“Turn,” he says. Curt and well-enunciated because that’s how one spoke to the asset during missions. Clear and uncomplicated instructions that were easy to follow. He still felt high on adrenaline, cock fat and painful in the thick material of his mission gear, but he wouldn’t miss this for the life of him.
Seeing the thing move in a short, perfunctory circle, muscles tense and power contained just for Brock’s personal satisfaction. He tried pale blue this time, but he feels like that isn’t its color even though he loves the style of the babydoll. The tiny straps across round, muscled shoulders – the strong pecs that look barely contained in the fabric.
The asset looked like a million dollar slut. The fabric barely brushed the tops of its hairy thighs, and Brock feels torn on whether or not he should shave it. He definitely did need to give it a bath, its hair was stringy and gritty again.
He dismissed the thought in favor of staring at the darkness between those powerful legs. He put the asset into little panties but now he’s not satisfied with it anymore and his cock pulses in almost angry assent; squirts out sticky pre-cum into his shorts before he can hastily open up those fucking tight pants and get it out in the air.
“Pants off,” he instructs, voice already deeper. More desperate. He can see the asset reacting to the impatience in his tone. Something glitters in the dark eyes, and there’s a twitch in the scruffy jaw just before it starts moving almost a little too quick. It only hooks the warm, pink fingers in underneath the babydoll. The metal arm – as useful as it was usually – didn’t have the finesse not to rip the delicate lace.
As the asset steps out of the tiny panties, Brock idly thinks that, yes, maybe something darker next time. Something chocolate-y brown, maybe.
He grins as the asset’s cock comes into view. Just the vulnerable tip peeking out from beneath the frilly edge. Its cock looks heavy and pink, even soft as it was. Brock squeezes his own dick in his fist, thumb and forefinger pinching the swollen head almost painfully as he stares and jerks himself.
“Turn,” he grunts again, and then a hoarse, “STOP” when its in profile; when Brock can see the swell of its ass lifting the back of the babydoll, the silky bow there just accentuating the asset’s best… asset. hah.
No ounce of fat on the whole thing and still that ass….
There is more movement in the fabric now. The asset is as nervous and beautiful as a thoroughbred. Eyes rolling and trying to get a look of its handler. Trying to understand why he’s getting more and more agitated; its leashed mind not allowing it to even register the fat cock Brock was stripping in harsh, almost violent pulls.
Maybe it was time to… unleash it. Brock wasn’t unreasonable, after all. He was a good handler.
“Freigeist.”
It had been hard to train a new word into the asset. The scientists didn’t think it practical to have him loose and pliant – almost playful and cute, if you thought the desperate, anxious type was adorable. Brock thought, that it was funny; and that it was fun to use a German word. It was almost… poetic for the whole thing. For the whole life of the asset.
He watches those big, round shoulders get loose, fingers carefully flexing at its sides as the thing turns and fixes his cock with such utter hunger, it sends thrills down his spine.
“P…Please?”
He waits a little longer just to drag it out. Just to watch those dark, now animated eyes drink in every little motion of his fist pushing down his cock and dragging the foreskin with it until the head is there in the cool air of the safehouse – fat and shiny with slick.
The asset’s mouth is cherry red and silky looking in midst of its scruff as it drops open and emits the tiniest, hungriest sound.
Brock laughs and beckons it closer with the other hand.
“Awww c’mere you fuckin’ slut. Always so hungry for cock, aren’tcha?”
oooohhh yesss. Because even dark!Sheriff would be so kind during dirty talk only that obviously it would be so horrible in that setting 😮
“There you go, gorgeous. You’re not cold, are you? I’ll make sure to get you nice and warm. Wanna know how thick daddy’s dick is?” and he’ll proceed to slowly fuck it between Deucalion’s thighs; maybe take his lax hand and curl those long fingers around him, ear close to Deucalion’s chest so he can hear how his breath catches and heart jumps a little at the girth.
Tell him all about how pink his body is getting the longer the Sheriff plays with him. Asks if maybe he likes it a little too much. Tells him in excruciating detail how he’ll slowly lick him open and finger him long and deep. Maybe use a few toys that he drags along Deucalion’s jaw so he can feel just enough of their shape to be nervous.
I really like the thought of him staying limp and the Sheriff fucking the most reluctant, unsatisfying orgasm out of him. Pink, soft cock just drooling out cum *.*
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