it was an underage character fucking a plush toy with integrated flesh light.
I don’t feel comfortable with it anymore because I get more and more the impression that there are too many people that actually are not able to distinguish fiction from reality, and I got to weary having to ‘defend’ myself for the underage stuff
The first time Reinhardt had ‘met’ McCree had been his very first night at his new home, bend over the saddle of a large, dusty motorcycle and getting his hole spread on a thick cock that made him suck in his belly from the sudden burn of it, and yet cant out his ass for more.
“Yo, McCree! You’re just right. Lookit what we found.”
Reinhardt swings his head around and peeks above the swell of one bicep towards the entrance where one of his new masters has slung his arm jovially around the shoulders of another member of their gang – the kid looking like he is not older than 16 or 17.
His eyes are shining bright beneath the wide brim of his head, mouth hanging open just a little; soft and inviting. Reinhardt thought he might be staring at the gleaming slave collar around his throat – his pride and joy; he kept it meticulously clean – but it was impossible to tell for sure.
“Ever seen anything like it?”
“Uh…” the kid – McCree – says and lets himself get pulled closer towards the action, his big hands hanging lax at his sides. There’s a large revolver around his coltish, slim hips but he looks just young and vulnerable as he stares, watching as the other man fucks Reinhardt in unhurried slow strokes, ignoring the other two members of the gang.
He has his hands on Reinhardt’s ass, pulling the cheeks apart to watch himself disappear.
“Pretty furry,” he’s mumbling and thumbing through the crisp hair surrounding his dick. “Can hardly see a thing. Gonna have to shave ya.”
Reinhardt doesn’t say anything. He lets his head hang back down, sweat gathering on his brow. He can’t focus on the kid when he’s getting fucked and has to take care not to topple the machine over.
Still, he arches his back a little more, ass pushing up obediently into the leisurely thrusts just to make up for the other issue.
“Eh? Ever seen somethin’ like it?” the other man repeats. He sounds cautiously giddy. Like he is trying really hard not to laugh.
“No…”
“The slave or the fuckin’?” Another man roars from the other side of the bay now, and promptly the area erupts into bawdy laughter.
Reinhardt can’t hear the reply – or if there is any. The warmth from the fucking is starting to spread out into his extremities and tingling in his toes. His cock feels stupidly tender and eager. It’s been a while since he’s been fucked last, and even longer since he was given release. He bites the tip of his tongue first and then, when it doesn’t help, sinks teeth into his own biceps as the man behind him picks up speed and starts to rail him.
“Eh? You mean the slave or the fuckin’?” the first man wants to know now.
“I’ve never seen a slave that big,” McCree finally says. He takes the laughter in good stride, his cheeks cherry red and his slacks when Reinhardt glances over, tented over his eager, young cock.
It’s only a half-truth – everybody knows it, but they slap his back and let him flee anyway.
Reinhardt wonders how long it’ll take until the kid will come to him.
.o.
McCree likes to hover around awkwardly when Reinhardt gets fucked. He rarely is there when it starts but somehow, without a fail, migrates into whichever room the slave is getting dicked.
Reinhardt is a good boy – he’s old enough to have stopped being a rebellious shithead – and his collar is good as obsolete for punishments but his new masters like to shock him even so.
Sometimes they make him hold the little remote between his teeth as he’s getting fucked because they like it when his eyes are wide in trepidation and his body shakes in fear as he tries not to bite down too hard as to not shock himself – made all the harder by thick cocks relentlessly pressing against his prostate.
Reinhardt isn’t always in a state to actively notice his surroundings after his masters are done having fun with him, but whenever he’ll look around, he’ll see the kid standing to the side, cheeks brick red and eyes eager and shiny.
“He’s from Germany, McCree,” one or the other would call over every now and then, fucking into the slave with single minded intent and tugging mean and sharp at his chest hair. “They know how to train a proper slave over there, let me tell you. Fuck. Can take a cock any day of the week like a goddamn fuckin’ champ.”
.o.
It’s not entirely of his own will when McCree finally fucks him. He gets ribbed and teased and outright bullied into it by the other members of the gang, but in Reinhardt’s opinion he doesn’t look too put upon by it – in fact, he looks downright eager, if kind of scared shitless.
His hips are quick and nervous, pumping even before Reinhardt’s large fingers have started peeling his young, sleek cock out of his underwear. The fabric feels warm and tacky against his fingertips. Aaah, the eagerness of youth.
“Shhh,” Reinhardt rumbles, an easy grin on his face. He’s stretched out on a billiard table, massive thighs dwarfing the slim hips of the tall kid. McCree is still wearing his hat. It’s sitting askew on his head, the string loose around his throat. It only takes Reinhardt to close lovingly close his fingers around his young master’s cock to get him to jack-knife forward and his hat to tumble down, hanging between his shoulder blades, the chord tight but not restricting around his throat.
The crew around them snickers but Reinhardt thinks McCree doesn’t even hear them anymore. His gaze looks feverish and intent, his hands skimming nervously across the thick ridges of muscle on the slave’s belly, up into the thick chest hair. He palms Reinhardt’s pecs like they’re the tits of a lady and the slave squeezes his leaking cock with fondness, fingertips sliding farther down to the soft sac beneath.
The kid is a sweet one, still. Romantic.
Even so, he is curious – fingertips sliding beneath the metal of Reinhardt’s slave collar. Testing the give and feel of it. He looks once into Reinhardt’s face – a short, shy little glance before he stares down and takes his cock into his hands.
“Need both hands, eh, boy? He’s a big one,” one of the onlookers calls, and McCree – he just nods, earnest and focused on his fists and the way he squeezes the slave’s large, heavy dick in them.
Yes… this one was still sweet.
Reinhardt rumbles low. Lets him know that he appreciates the effort even as he coaxes him closer with the grip he has on the young master’s cock.
McCree, when his dick sniffs its first, willing body – warm and soft and eager to accept – lurches forward. His hands let go of Reinhardt’s cock and it slaps heavy and a little painful against his abs as McCree clamps shivering fingers around his sturdy hips.
His head hangs low, back bowing until his forehead nearly touches Reinhardt’s chest.
He can feel that pretty, young cock inside him; flexing eagerly. Pulsing against the velvety tight grip of his rim.
McCree’s voice has become high and almost whiny. He’s already a second from coming and everybody knows – the others around are laughing and slapping their thighs. (The kid jerks suddenly and Reinhardt thinks someone must have slapped his ass as well.)
Reinhardt is cooing low and soothing, large hands rubbing up and down McCree’s arms. He feels strangely fond of the young man, and holds obediently still; tries to allow him to calm down enough to fuck him at least a little.
“You feel so good,” he purrs in a low rumble, large hands holding McCree’s hips, fingers kneading into the lean, small ass. The kid was too thin – there wasn’t much nutrition to be had within the gang. “Good boy…”
McCree makes a strangled sound at that, head snapping up and staring at the slave with an intention that makes Reinhardt shudder hard enough to clench down on the sleek, eager cock.
He is surprised when McCree does move, after all, fingers digging into the slave’s skin as he starts to work his hips in sharp, piston like movements that make Reinhardt see stars as his prostate gets rubbed almost brutishly.
He wonders how often McCree has fantasized about this very moment: of fucking the big, good natured slave within an inch of his life. Leave the large man a shivering, jerking mess on the table, fucked out and useless.
McCree would not manage it today – but Reinhardt could only shudder helplessly thinking about the future to come now that the dam was broken and McCree would have the guts to fuck him.
(2) So every once in a while, he corners her again and just teases her pussy with light fingertips, never even taking her panties off. By the time the relatives leave, her little girl panties are soaked already. (And that’s when she takes them off and sits on Uncle Peter’s lap to hear a bedtime story, his hand under her skirt, petting her smooth little cunt until she’s shivering and coming all over his fingers.)
yasss
Peter will be so delighted when she puts her little round ass right on top of his cock. Cora is just about as devious as her Uncle, not thinking anything much of it when his hand inches beneath her skirt and thick adult fingers slide along the seam of her little cunt. She does know, however, that she shouldn’t make any sound while he plays with her and tickles her little hole with just the tip of one of his fingers.
She is very quiet indeed during the bedtime story. Only slightly moves her little girl hips to get him to nudge at her baby clit that is already a fat, little cherry. So sensitive and ripe.
(she never notices Uncle Peter stealing her panties and doesn’t know about him sniffing and licking them while furiously jerking off just a few minutes afterwards)
I hear ya I hear ya D: just a big, nasty halecest orgy. I’m totes okay with this. yes yes I am.
Derek knocking his own mother up is just about perfect. He’s probably even talking about it. Telling her how he can feel his dick kissing up to her womb. How he can practically fill her up with his jizz right at the source. How she has no other option than to get fat with her own son’s puppies.
And maybe Talia is in denial about it, rubbing her face – bright red in embarrassment – against the carpet, chanting ‘nonono’ over and over again even as she lifts her cunt up for it. Her whole body begging her son to breed her up because it’s been too empty for too long.
Or maybe she fucking wants it. One arm beneath her, she’s frantically rubbing her clit, pinching it almost cruelly in her haste because the thought of her own son owning and breeding her cunt is getting her hot like nothing else.
(and the shame of knowing Laura and Cora are watching. The delicious, sizzling shame of knowing her daughters see what a greedy whore she is for just about every cock – even her son’s.)
I bet Papa Hale makes sure they get their due, though. Let’s them magnanimously suckle on his dick, one hand on each head. while he watches Derek curl himself around his mother like an animal, locked tight and fast by his knot, pumping his thick, creamy cum deep into her belly.
yooo I read Does it Worry You to Be Alone by @morallydubiousfics (again) and I was like ‘I wanna write something to this’ so I did without asking and if she doesn’t like it I put it down again :O but if she does I’ll post it to AO3 as well 🙂
also there’s formatting things in there because I’m too lazy rn to sort them out and do it right 😛
Tryin’ it
“No, no, no. He doesn’t like it like that. Go slower.”
Isaac’s groan quickly climbed into a high, pathetic whine. He squeezed his eyes shut and hunched over, forehead pressing against the Sheriff’s shoulder blades. He could feel the warm, sucking hole rippling around his cock at the kid’s angry lecturing and really, he just wanted to keep rabbit fucking into the man because this was heaven and the base of his cock already felt tender with the beginnings of a knot.
If Stiles was there, however, they all better do <i>exactly</i> how the little king wished because they wouldn’t hear the end of it.
“Such a good, pretty Omega,” he mumbled, trying to calm the low, rumbling whine starting to vibrate beneath him just as much as his own racing blood.
He glanced over at Stiles but the kid was still glaring at him, skinny arms crossed over his chest as if he wasn’t tenting his little boy shorts with his cock.
“Dude, c’mon.”
Scott’s voice was starting to sound a little strained. His hips were hunching up into the fist he’d curled around his cock, feverish eyes locked on the Sheriff’s flushed face. Isaac could only imagine how the Omega’s slick lips were mouthing mindlessly at his own, salty skin.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Boyd practically cooed, knee walking a little closer to offer up his own cock for the Sheriff. It still was a jolt to the system to hear Boyd like that. Deep voice a soothing purr that the Omega followed in blind need, mouth open and welcoming for the big teen cock slowly inching inside.
Isaac could still feel the phantom pains in his lip from the day he decided making fun of Boyd would be a good idea, so he kept quiet and just murmured his own, mindless praise, knowing how well the Sheriff reacted to it.
As stoic and no-nonsense the man was in his job and outside of heat, as needy he seemed to be for the little reassurances when he was going out of his mind with need, sweaty back arching gorgeously to put his ass on the right height.
His rim looked pink and slick around Isaac’s dick when he finally managed to kneel back up again, staring down at the warm slit in dumb awe. He still couldn’t believe how <i>good</i> it felt. Always welcoming and creamy with slick; so sensitive to the touch, the whole big body shivered when they rubbed their rough teen fingers against it. Sweaty with nerves and eagerness to test whether the Omega was ready for them. Whether they were allowed to finally get him out of the last stitches of fabric to service him under the watchful gaze of his son.
“Fuck,” Derek murmured, and when Stiles glowered at him, he scowled and rumbled a rough, “Sorry” because if Stiles wasn’t allowed to swear, they weren’t as well. His big hands with those hairy knuckles were gentle as they rubbed along the broad back of their Omega. Made him keen against Boyd’s skin and nuzzle deeper into his crotch, mouth open and wet as he placed little thankful kisses against the big Alpha’s balls.
“Godda-” Derek stops himself just in time, but he still is almost trembling with urgency as his big hands grip the Sheriff’s sturdy hips and pull. “Get him on his back. I need to… I need…”
Isaac honest to fucking god <i>sobs</i> when his dick slips out of the warm clutch of the Sheriff’s body as he gets rearranged by Derek’s greedy hands, but it is drowned out by the Omega’s own cry of distress, low and wrecked and going right to the Alphas’ guts.
“Careful!!” Stiles hisses in alarm and suddenly he’s a lot closer because Scott can’t do his fucking duty and keep the little Alpha at bay. (Because he’s busy fucking his own fist at the sight of the big, sturdy Omega stretched out for their pleasure, practically glowing in the midst of his heat, the smell of his creamy slick making them all drunk with the need to <i>breed</i> him.)
“You’re okay, dad. He’ll be back in a sec, okay? Fill you up like you need.” He’s babbling, his little boy hands framing his dad’s scruffy, sweaty face. He’s pressing his forehead against his father’s, staring into glassy, feverish eyes and Isaac wonders wildly whether he can smell cum on his dad’s breath. Smell the cock he’s been nursing on just a second ago.
They’re all too out of it to pull Stiles away like they usually do. Isaac doesn’t give a fuck if the kid would rub his little dick all over the Sheriff’s face, to be honest. All he wants is to get back into the warm slit of his hole and fuck him deep and fast. Make him feel that he’s not alone like the past years. That he has Alphas that take excellent care of their pretty Omega, thankyouverymuch.
The Sheriff doesn’t look like he minds a lot as well, when his son keeps sitting there and stroking his hair even as Boyd and Derek close back in on him; one gently tapping his big cock against his panting mouth and flushed cheeks until he’s coordinated enough to suck him into his dreadfully empty mouth again, the other finally able to get his hands over the front of their Omega, fingers playing with the tight peaks of his nipples.
Derek is rumbling low in his throat – not even words, just a soothing growl that has the Sheriff answer with a ragged sound of need, his hairy thighs falling open wider around Isaac’s hips.
When he nudges back in and starts moving – slow, so fucking slow because if Stiles thinks they’re not doing it right, the little brat makes them all stop so he can check his father over with clumsy, concerned hands that make the Omega only more desperate – everything seems to relax again.
The Sheriff sighs and opens back up for botch cocks beautifully, eyes slits of satisfaction as both grateful holes suckle them in and hold them warm.
Derek is petting his chest and then his belly, not concave and creamy like they see from other Omegas in the advertising, but thick with trained muscle and a little furry, the hair on his navel getting sticky from his own cock lying there thick and hard and regretfully untouched until now.
Stiles just sits and stares, small mouth dropped open as he watches Derek bend down and press a loving kiss right on the tip of the Sheriff’s dick, a band of clear pre-cum stretching between his lower lip and the small slit as he pulls away to let Scott nuzzle in as well when the Alpha finally registers that his Stiles-watching-duty has fallen on the wayside.
The Sheriff is rumbling in satisfaction between all of them, stretched out and getting petted wherever their hands can reach and from what Isaac can see through the mating fog in his head, Stiles looks to be content with them for once, not bossing anyone around – just sitting next to his daddy’s head and mindlessly petting his short hair while he watches everyone doing their best to make his father stop hurting.
Isaac’s head falls back and he just ignores everyone for a bit as he fucks the Sheriff in painfully slow strokes, feeling the wet drag of his clutching insides along his cock, and it takes a little while for him to zone back in on what was happening around him. On how Boyd had taken to just scritching the Omega beneath his chin and crooning affectionate nonsense at him while Derek and Scott sit with their hands idly petting the Sheriff, as they sit and watch in hypnotic curiosity as… as…
Isaac comes to an abrupt halt, hips snuggled up to the welcoming V of the Sheriff’s thighs as he realizes what’s happening.
How the Sheriff’s kid has his little dick out of the fly of his shorts and is feeding it to his father. How the Omega makes low, hungry noises in the back of his throat like he’s sucking one of <i>their</i> Alpha cocks.
Isaac wonders if the Sheriff even realizes what he’s doing. How he lets his little Alpha son fuck across his tongue while he holds he fists his dad’s short hair and grits his teeth.
He looks like one of them when he’s fucking, Isaac realizes in a sudden burst of camaraderie. Stiles can fuck like one of the big ones, hips rolling as he feeds daddy his cock, and Isaac thinks smugly that obviously he’s learned from the best.
Still, the kid comes fast and messy as he pulls back with a spastic jerk of his hips and manages to slick his thin cum across his dad’s lips and chin.
Isaac is surprised and dismayed to realize while watching he knotted without even realizing it; the base of his dick fat and juicy and lodged tightly inside the Omega, filling him up with one of the most unsatisfying orgasms Isaac’s yet had. Leave it to the fucking brat to ruin even his orgasms. Still, feeling the Sheriff ripple around him and practically purring at the feeling of getting his belly warmed, is more than making up for it.
They’re moving again, slow and clumsy, eyes fixed on the mess on their Omega’s face until Scott bends slow and licks it away in broad stripes before kissing the Sheriff deep and desperate.
They wonder if he’ll even remember sucking his teenage son’s dick. Stiles looks dazed and has a stupid grin on his face. It feels like a dam might’ve been broken and Isaac wonders, as he bends down and starts suckling on the Omega’s puffy nipples, what the resulting flood might bring.
oh noooeees like they meet and fuck right next to the little see-saw and sandbox they played with. Jackson probably doesn’t even pull Isaac’s shorts down. just rucks up the wide leg and tries to fuck him like that. Absolutely uncoordinated with lube squelching when he doesn’t manage to push in and just fucks the warm valley between Isaac’s thighs and nudges against his downy balls.
Them constantly hissing abuse at each other and trying to bite back high, squeaky whines of need.
Bet Isaac’s big brother watches those barely teens from the window and fucks his hand in desperate, little grunts.
so maybe this could be an AU where Paige and Derek didn’t break up because of Paige’s problem with not actually living, but they just broke up because they’re teenagers and that’s what happens.
And Derek would be just this ball of hormonal frustration, basically running around with a hard-on 24/7. I bet it would be real easy for Chris and Peter to make him ‘accidentally’ discover them fucking in the shed, and of course Derek would get curious and…
yeah. what I’m saying is you say they practice sexy times and I think of them trying to learn how to fuck properly. How to get Derek to the point where he’s mashing his face into the mattress of his little boy bed and just offers them his hole up.
He’ll still be wearing his jockstrap and there’ll be dark fuzz around his gorgeous cunt which he’s probably pretty proud of because he’s a dork like that.
And Chris and Peter have a rivalry a mile wide so they’d be constantly bickering while they feel him up; big adolescent hands cupping Derek’s dick and kneading his little ass and fingertips rubbing against the crisp, dark hair around his hole, totally forgetting about the pretty little boy offering himself up and whining into the bedding in favor of telling each other how “You’re doing this wrong” and “let me show you” and “no you idiot, he needs more lube.”
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