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bouncing on junkerqueens thick strap while she digs her blunt nails into your hips, her hands trailing up to grab handfuls of your plush tits, growling in your ear to ride her harder, faster—😮‍💨

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thinking about wearing one of mauga’s shirts while he fucks you. your panties hanging off one of your ankles as you gasp, clinging to his broad shoulders as he slots his heavy cock between your thighs. he just couldn’t help himself, you look so fucking good wearing his clothes—👁️👁️

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Bro I cant even think of specifics would you be able to write a Cassidy drabble i need him incredibly bad

save a horse...yk the drill <3 nsfw below da cut

Cassidy grunts softly, chewing on the end of his cigar as you make your way over with a disapproving look on your face, you're shaking your head and grumbling at the sight of his injuries. He could care less about his scuffed up state - not when it was you tending to him. Cole is quick to flick the ash away, chucking the cigar and stomping it out once you reach his side.

Cassidy proudly presents himself to you as if his injuries were a badge of honour, grinning to himself when you fail to keep your stern expression, a small smile gracing your perfect lips. You're quick to cut through the fabric of his shirt to get to the nasty gash beneath, and he exhales through his teeth once your warm palms ghost his skin.

He should feel guilty - really, fantasising about the sweet little apprentice medic just doing her job. But he just can't help himself, shifting a hand over his belt uneasily when his mind starts to wander to deeper territories.

Cassidy wonders if you'd scream for him when he speared you open on his meaty cock, crying out his name as he pins you down with his bulk, grinding into you as you grasp at the cotton of his bedsheets below. He wonders if you'd claw at his back, marking him up and scratching gently at the weathered skin as he bullies the fat tip of his cock into your needy hole.

He'd cup your jaw, holding your chin gently as if to guide you whilst you parted those pretty lips around his shaft. Would you look up at him with watery eyes, fluttering your lashes like the sweet thing you were? Or would you take him to the hilt, gagging messily around his cock like a little slut?

Would you beg for more? Would you drool into his sheets as he holds your thighs apart, watching the way his cock disappears into your hot, wet cunt?

Cole shudders, just the thought of your pretty little pussy enough to have him hardening in his trousers. You're too focused on mending the wound on his side - your touches soft and fleeting. He wants nothing more than to bury his face between your thighs, he wants to eat you out until you're whiny and overstimulated, he wants to hear you complain about the beard burn between your legs the morning after. He wants you--

You suddenly clear your throat, and his honey brown eyes snap to you with the same sleazy gleam you'd grown accustomed to. You gesture towards his side, all immaculately cleaned up and covered with protective dressing.

Cassidy grins, tipping a hat to you with the intent of asking you for a drink later. "Thanks, doc."

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About Me ✨

I’m Katie, but if you’d like to adopt a nickname for me, that’s cool too 🫶 I’m British, and on here to write for my favourite fandoms when the inspiration strikes me.

I’m 18, and this is an 18+ blog - which means, minors please do not interact. My blog contains nsfw and dark themes.

I am a big fan of Overwatch 2, I have way too many hours on that stupid ass game. I also play Dead by Daylight, the Outlast Trials and more! I write for those and COD, but I haven’t played COD. Feel free to ask more about me 🫣💖

Any of my works longer than 4 paragraphs will be found on my masterlist, but small pieces and thoughts will be found by searching ‘katie’s thoughts 💭’ on my blog <3

Always feel free to send asks in, but I get quite a few and sometimes tumblr is silly and eats them </3

overwatch character list  outlast trials character list

I’m running out of things to put, but I’ll update this with more stuff eventually. Happy reading!

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hanzo shimada with dragon shifter reader? thank you i love youuu!!!

i love this?? i love you?? mildly sleep deprived while writing these

Hanzo is intrigued, more than anything. His uptight demeanour holds him back from directly approaching you, yet when he incidentally comes across you in the training room, he can't help but feel a luring sense of curiosity. Naturally stealthy, Hanzo watches from the wall - a small sense of awe overtaking him when you shift fully into the most magnificent creature he'd ever seen. You were not like his own two Japanese dragons, you were a large Wyvern, with scales that glittered like sea glass and a moonstone underbelly to match.

Ever since that encounter, his tattoo had itched, his dragons itching to wind free from his arm with flowering curiosity. When it became too much, and the dragons sprung free by their own sheer will - the archer set to seek you out. And while you weren't necessarily hard to find, Hanzo had been softened to find you, sat cross-legged while his dragons snaked around your waist and arms playfully. You returned them in kind - playfully blowing billowing smoke from your nostrils onto their little whiskers, a neat little trick you could do in human form. Hanzo later discovered that you couldn't produce fire whilst human because it would damage you, yet small amounts of smoke was completely plausible.

It's a sweet interaction between you both. Hanzo's dragons weren't usually so bold or disobedient to his commands and when he bashfully tried to call them back - you simply smiled at him, telling him that you didn't mind at all. Hanzo soon finds comfort in your company, his dragons crooning at the familiarity, beckoning him towards you every time. You both grow closer, and Hanzo finds a small warmth that kindles him every time he catches your eye.

Missions are made much easier with you - and Hanzo will never admit it, but the thrill he gets from riding you into battle will never get old. Your wings are strong, beating down on the wind as he sits upon the base of your neck - his keen eye watching over the elegant crest of your head - Hanzo fires one arrow, striking two enemies down.

While in dragon form, Hanzo makes it a point to make sure you're well taken care of. He'll strike down any enemy that even dares aim for your vulnerable underbelly, or gently help pry off any scales you may be shedding. Cassidy caught him pocketing the scales you shed, yet neglected to say anything due to the fond look that flashed across Hanzo's face. The archer deserved some peace.

When the nights are cold, Hanzo comes to you. You run warm, due to the dragon blood coursing your veins. Yet as much as he can bluff or scoff at anyone's accusations, at the end of the day, it's true that even in summer - he'd still seek your touch.

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Hi!!! Would you write hcs for mother gooseberry having feelings for a fem! Reagent…… I really love your content and would love to see more!!!

lesbian mother gooseberry is so dear to me...i love her <3

I like to think that Phyllis can be rather domestic outside of the trials. Her affections start small, catching you dominating the absolute hell out of some of the fun park games, and pouting softly to yourself when you miss the last throw. She also catches you marvelling at the root canal ride, and there's something so sweet and simple about you that lures her in. At first Gooseberry channels these feelings through an excessive amount of baking, Doctor Futterman had to berate Coyle into taking some of the pies because there was so many. The Cop didn't mind much - she's a damn good cook.

Eventually, Futterman gets (very loudly) fed up with her pining, and eventually she decides to approach you with possibly the most intricately decorated apple pie you've ever seen in your life. Mary Berry eat your heart out, because it is delicious. Phyllis is overjoyed you enjoy her treats, and she extends an invitation for you to hang around at the fun park more often. Taking her up on this offer grants bonuses, such as baked goods and a place to hideout from the other prime assets. Absolutely no one touches you on her turf, or they're met with a very angry Mother Gooseberry and Dr Futterman to match.

Eventually, when not in trials, you're always with Phyllis. You technically hadn't even asked one another out, but it was common knowledge that you were both together. She's doting and sweet, happy to share her space and everything else with you. She loves to have you hanging off of her arm, like you're a treasure she can parade around her domain. There's always the scent of sweets or confectionary in the air when she knows you're coming around.

Phyllis is affectionate, and if she's not cooking or baking to show her love - she'll be holding you close, gently stroking your hair or face. She even goes as far as to ignore Futterman's complaints because god your hair smells nice and she's so full of love. This also includes mandatory teeth checks, but don't worry, she'll leave the drill for the other reagents. They couldn't come close to hers. Make sure you floss and brush well though, otherwise Futterman will be grumpier than usual, and Phyllis will be squeezing your cheeks into a pout, worrying about a potential cavity ruining your lovely teeth :(

You share a bed that is piled high with pillows, blankets and soft plush toys. Futterman even has his own little duplicate! (he hates it)

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HIII May I request some Reaper headcanons pls? Idc if it's fluff or nsfw headcanons, or even both idc, choose whatever you're in the mood to write! I just need content about that man and as I love how you writee, then ....<3

i wanna fuck that old man so bad....<3 nsfw under da cut and also cw 4 stalking, kidnapping mention, free use & size kink and general yandere-ish behaviour

Reaper is all sharp edges, and its no different when he's dragging a clawed gauntlet down your cheek - reddening the soft flesh when he squeezes you harshly enough to make your lips pout. He's all growls, but for you? It's different, it's still a low, timbering rumble in his chest - but he's not trying to intimidate you, no - he's just staking his claim, you see. Once he's decided that you belong to him, there's nothing stopping him from getting what he wants.

Overwhelmingly possessive - if you work alongside him in Talon, Reaper makes it a hobby to follow you all over base, leering from a shadowed corner if you spend a little too much time talking to one of Talon's many replaceable grunts. You don't see them again, and Gabe seems a little too pleased with himself as of late. If you're a civilian, he's also not above following you home - shadow-stepping into your room to steal a few pairs of underwear souvenirs to keep him company before he decides on the right time to snatch you away.

He expects you to be ready for him at all times, materialising behind your back in a cloud of wispy smoke - his clawed gauntlets prying your soft thighs apart and tearing at the fabric covering what he wants. Gabriel will part your folds and bury his fat cock inside in one smooth motion, holding you upright by grabbing the soft fat of your hip. He's thick, pulsing hotly between your legs in a way that warms you up and makes you melt like putty against his chest. He loves to fuck you silly - wrapping an elbow around your neck so he can keep you in place as he bullies your poor hole to the point where you're begging and whimpering at him for mercy.

He seems rather harsh, but it's easy to psyche him out through his jealousy - wear a shorter skirt, or maybe even a tighter top - give Akande a good eyeful while you converse and Gabe just so happens to be in the room. Although, I must point out that when teasing the Reaper, you must be prepared for the consequences. This includes having your hair fisted in his grip as he shoves his meaty cock down your throat, tears fluttering on the ends of your lashes as you choke around him, spit dribbling down your chin messily. And he won't let you off easy, pulling you back so you can whine at him to fuck you, grinding against his boot like a needy whore.

Despite his rough and tumble demeanour - Reaper does treasure you. I like to think there is still a hint of the old Gabriel Reyes in the midst of all that hot topic clothing. When the sun goes down, he holds you like glass, as if you might melt away like sand through his fingertips. It's sweet and fleeting, but as long as he's still standing, you'll be safe under him.

Even before Moira's experiments, the SEP programme had bulked Gabe up quite a bit. As Reaper - he's a beast, all broad and bulky muscle clad in dark robes. He loves being able to overpower you a little bit too much, he loves how his hand covers the expanse of your hip almost entirely, how he can hold you up with one hand as he ploughs you into the floor...he's obsessed. He uses it to his advantage, manhandling you so he can press himself deeper into your sweet cunt, hitting that spot that makes you squeal and squeeze down on him tighter than he could ever curl his own fist. God, you're so sweet and soft under him - he'd keep you warming his cock forever, if he could.

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Hewwoo i dont know if you do threesome nsfw headcanons but if you do, can i request Leland Coyle feeling generous and sharing his "prisoner" (aka the reader) with his trusted Big Grunt (the brown haired one)? 👉🏻👈🏻

size kink go brrr <3 nsfw under da cut

"Oh, you pretty little thing..." - Big Grunt, during a chase.

Coyle's a possessive man...but he's also a freak. The man likes watching you take a big cock, so what better to get his trusted big grunt involved? Leland does take control of the situation, mind. He splits you open first, staking his claim by having the grunt watch as you squirm on his cock. He's kind enough to let the brute fondle himself while he watches - but if he wants to share Coyle's pretty little prisoner, he's gonna have to fuckin' work for it.

Leland ensures you're ready for it - he won't have his favourite prisoner broken just yet. He watches on, cigarette hanging from the corner of his lips as the Grunt works his oversized fingers into your sweet little hole. He gives the Grunt a small zap with the baton every now and then - encouraging him to eat you out just a little bit faster. Big Grunt's cock hangs between his thighs, throbbing and pulsing with the need to stuff himself into your cute little cunt already but - ah ah, she ain't ready yet! And with a shock, he's back between your thighs with a newfound vigour.

Once he's happy with the soaking mess between your thighs, Coyle finally lets the Big Grunt align his fat cock up against your slit. By all means, the Grunt's sheer size and enthusiasm made up for any experience he may have lacked - as even Coyle slid his sunglasses down to get a better look at the way his cock filled you up - pushing you to your limits. But hey, Leland can't let his Grunt have all the fun, and he soon moves his hand up to grab your soft throat - sliding inside your warm mouth with one smooth movement of his hips.

Big Grunt's movements are jerky, hips stuttering sloppily against your backside as he buries himself impossibly deeper inside your tight hole - making you whine with uncertainty around Coyle's cock, sending vibrations up his shaft that make him grumble in pleasure. Leland cups your cheek, your mouth hollowing around the head of him as he stares down at you through his sunglasses - the burning cherry of his cigarette wafting smoke sensually through the air. His voice is a quiet growl because of course you can take them both, you wanna be rehabilitated, don'tcha?

The Big Grunt likes it when you writhe under him as he watches the point of where you both meet with delight, his fat cock plunging in and out of you. Places a huge, scarred hand on the small of your back when you clench around him especially tight, keeping you grounded and still with a deep chuckle, "Easy, now."

I'm also making it a point that Coyle hates to be shown up. If you moan and whine a little bit more when the Grunt delves inside of you, the bastard cop will make it a point to get you to scream louder. In the end it just results in you being thoroughly worn out, splayed over Leland's lap as he enjoys his post-sex cigarette with a hand planted firmly on your ass. The Grunt stumbles out of the room in a daze, cum streaking his thighs as he prays and hopes that Coyle will feel generous a bit more often.

"Why, you been rehabilitated." >>>

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Could you do something for The trapper? Along the lines of getting caught in one of his traps in a game and he can't resist getting a good feel, it would be a waste to just be put on hook afterall!!

ily anon <3 cw for v slight mention of the trapper jerkin it, blood n gore and non consensual touching

You were his favourite.

You were keen and diligent, always glancing up and down to spot the glimpse of the metal jaws he'd primed in the greenery. You knew who he was - a hunter, tracking you through the dirty moss and bristling reeds in wait of your delicate ankles falling victim to his traps. Evan had waited so long to snatch you up, yet it seemed at every trials end you were disappearing into the fog - just out of arms reach.

This trial, however, felt different. Maybe the entity had finally heeded his requests in the bloodweb - his gnarled mask staring into the fire as he carelessly threw in another offering. Or rather, she'd heard his heavy grunts ringing out through the ironworks - Evan's breaths billowing out behind his mask in raspy moans that sounded suspiciously like your name.

Either way - his prize came forth in the form of a suspiciously easy trial - where he'd still yet to catch you. You'd tried your best in the end, unhooking your little friends every time Evan had strung them up like pigs to bleed, but it just wasn't enough. He seemed faster, stronger this round - cleaving through the other survivors like butter and leaving little old you all alone to find the hatch.

All it took was for one little misstep, the stress of your situation leaving you less alert than usual and allowing you the misfortune of stumbling right into the jagged metal of one of his traps. A shiver of dark delight fell over Evan once he heard your scream sound out into the cold air, why, you were only a few metres away, you sneaky little thing.

You claw at your ankle, hands slicked with blood as you try so desperately to pry the metal jaws away from your torn flesh. Your grip is made worse by the watery mud of the swamp, and it isn't long until you hear the thundering footsteps of the Trapper behind you, your heart hammering like a little hummingbird in your chest.

He's quick to splay a broad hand out on the small of your back, pushing you harshly into the mud so he can crane the trap off of your ankle. Evan can hear your pained whimpers, face buried into the crook of your arms as you wait for him to pick you up, or worse, mori you. Instead, the Trapper takes great satisfaction in moving his calloused hand underneath you, propping you up so he can rut himself against your back.

Evan practically growls against the back of your head, the gnarled carving of his mask jutting into your soft cheek. His breaths are thick and rugged as he reaches to palm your soft tits through the fabric of your top - your confused, indignant whimper only made it all the more delicious. He palms your hip in a deceptively soothing manner, his fat, heavy cock stiffening against the cleft of your ass.

But alas, the Entity hungers. The Trapper pulls away almost reluctantly, the Entity had gifted him greatly this trial - Evan would make sure to keep in her good graces for trials much like this in the future. You cry and squirm as he hoists you up, kicking against the broad wall that is his back when he stands straight, a hand kept firm on your ass in a very indiscreet manner. He growls, feeling his cock chubbed up against his boiler suit.

It's a damn shame to watch the Entity take you away, your body ascending into the sky as Evan observed, a pleased rumble reverberating through his chest. He continues to think about it long after the trial had ended.

When you pop back up at your shabby little campfire, confused and stammering as your survivor friends crowd you in attempts at comfort - Evan watches on from the treeline, palming at himself through his overalls. Now that the Entity had gifted him a taste of you - he only wanted more.

Poor sweet thing, you had no idea what was ahead of you now.

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Can you list overwatch characters you do

of course! the ones highlighted in blue are my absolute favourites to write for <3

Akande Ogundimu / Doomfist

Mauga

Reinhardt Wilhelm

Ramattra

Siebren De Kuiper / Sigma

Mako Rutledge / Roadhog

Odessa Stone / Junkerqueen

Aleksandra Zaryanova / Zarya

Cole Cassidy

Genji Shimada

Hanzo Shimada

Jamison Fawkes / Junkrat

Gabriel Reyes / Reaper

Elizabeth Caledonia / Ashe

Olivia Colomar / Sombra

Jack Morrison / Soldier: 76

Satya Vaswani / Symmetra

Moira O’Deorain

Zenyatta

Ana Amari

Lifeweaver / Niran Pruksamanee

Lucio Correia dos Santos

Jean-Baptiste Augustin

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more mauga content!!! im foaming at the mouth bc of him recently 🤤

up thinkin abt him,,<3 nsfw below da cut

Like a dog with a bone, when Mauga has something - he never really intends on letting it go. The same goes with a sweet little thing like you. Once he got his hands on you it was pretty much game over. Poor thing, you really should've listened to Baptiste.

It's probably how you ended up like this, squirming with overstimulation, tears tracking your cheeks as Mauga drew yet another orgasm out of you. He lathes his tongue over his sharp canines, reaching up to wipe your sweat-slick hair from your forehead.

"You can take another one baby, come on." He goads, his voice a low rumble as his hand slides between the both of you, trailing his calloused thumb over your clit in slow, agonising circles.

Your thighs are love-bitten and sticky, wetted from both his cum and your own, and when he grasps you by the soft flesh of your hips, pulling you back down onto his thick, twitching cock - you doubt that he'll be finished with you anytime soon.

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Hi there! I'm hopping on board with your requests, and am very politely asking if you would be willing to write some NSFW headcanons for Coyle? Please and thank you! ♡♡♡

hii ofc i can! <3 nsfw under da cut

"I'll have you on your knees..."

Coyle is very heavy on having firm control over you - as evidenced by the way he'll have you in any way he wants. A favourite of his though, is having you between his knees - baton pressed against your cheek and cock lodged deep down your throat. Sometimes he'll have his baton crackle to life and give himself a shock - combining the sensations and making you choke in surprise around his throbbing shaft.

He likes a bit of fire. Likes to watch you squirm while he fucks you - bent over one of the desks in the police station - paperwork strewn messily across the floor. He'll curl an elbow around your neck, grasping your chin and keeping you pinned in a headlock as he ruts his heavy cock into your sweet little hole, having you bite into the leather of his sleeve to ground yourself.

Likes it when you behave, but it makes his cock stiffen when you don't. Leland loves to think he's teaching you a very valuable lesson by catching you and fucking you into the tough marble floor - the slap of his pelvis against your ass loud enough to attract the attention of stray Ex-Pop nearby. But he makes sure they know just who's prisoner you are, huffing and growling into the crook of your neck as he grinds his cock in that particular motion that makes you sing like a caged canary.

After a long day, Coyle likes a long drag of a cigarette, a drink and a sweet little pussy for him to bury his face into. His beard is scratchy against your inner thighs - tickling the plush flesh as he drags his heavy tongue through your folds, not hesitating to plunge back into your sweet little hole. He'll hold your thighs open and eat you up until he's had his fix, giving a pleased and appreciative grunt every time you come undone in his mouth.

Gives you a little spark from the baton once in a while - not enough to fry you - but certainly enough to get you to squeal. He's not nice about it either, rather more pleased with himself as he grips his belt, his hand coming down to grope his hardening cock through his trousers. Sometimes he'll swoop in right after for a rough kiss, his beard scraping your cheeks as his hand comes to cup your jaw.

Coyle will handcuff those pretty wrists behind your back and have you ride him until the cows home home - or, at least until you're whining and drooling at him to fuck you proper, which he's all too happy to deliver on. Pinning you down, his chest pressed against your back - his gear digging into you as he stretches your pretty little hole open. Growling about how he'd rehabilitate you - or better yet, keep you caged up - just for him, and him only.

"Oh, sweetness." >>>

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HAII May I request Franco Barbi NSFW headcanons/drabble? THANK YOU SM!! <3

franco barbi nation this one is for u <3 nsfw below da cut

"You'll keep your fuckin' mouth shut about this."

You barely register his threats when he's crowding you against the cold wall, impatiently kicking over a barrel that was somewhat in his way. You take his growls with a grain of salt - seeing as this wasn't exactly the first time he'd bent you over mid trial. Franco is always quick to tear that stupid gear off your chest to get to your plush tits underneath, burying his face in them like he'd die without.

He's all talk. Don't be afraid to get a little bit stern with him - curl your fingers in his disarrayed hair and guide his movements while he feverishly eats you out. Franco wants you to make a mess on him because he's so desperate to please, he doesn't care if you get his expensive suits dirty - he can buy several more. It's actually almost pathetic how desperate he is for it.

Franco isn't above humping your leg to get his fix - and I imagine it probably just ties into his humiliation kink. Call him a good boy and he'll cum in his pants almost instantaneously. Same goes for whenever you let him fuck the supple flesh of your tits - anything to do with it has him kicking his feet and flushing a deep, bashful red.

Doesn't like sharing his things, and you fell under that category the moment you allowed him to sink his cock into your tight little cunt. It'll have him distracted in trials - chewing out anyone who dare touch you in a way that seems opposed to violence. Would one hundred percent throw a fit and shoot someone in the foot with his lupara.

"Come here, sweetness." >>>

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Can you do nsfw headcanons for Cassidy :D

absolutely i can <3 nsfw below da cut

Huge oral fixation. I like to think that Cassidy casually integrates his cigars into his sex life, chewing on the end of one as he palms your ass, smoke pooling sensually in the air while he stuffs his thick fingers into your little hole.

He's a big fan of having you on top, but I wouldn't be fooled that it was an act of submission. Cassidy likes to grip your hips hard enough to bruise, bucking his hips up until you're chest to chest with him - allowing him to sink his fat cock just that little bit deeper that has you whining and drooling all over his skin.

Cassidy likes to hook a finger in your mouth, pulling your pretty swollen lips open so he can get a look inside, ensuring that you've swallowed every last drop of cum he's given you. Get a little on his fingers and he'll make you suck them clean, too.

Absolutely no shame. He'll whisk you out of meetings early for a quick, heated fuck against the storage closet wall - or maybe he feels extra daring that day - and slips his fingers under the hem of your skirt, pulling your panties to the side so his meaty fingers can get you nice and ready for when he fucks you into the bed later. All while he holds a steady conversation with Reinhardt across the table.

Oral is a must. Cassidy prefers not to sink his fat cock into you unless he’s worked you open with his mouth first - getting you nice and wet before he even dares place the engorged head of it at your sweet little hole - not even if you beg him. That being said, he's not opposed to have you on your knees, either. He'll palm your jugular gently, feeling himself through your warm throat as he chuckles down at you, drool pooling around the corners of your lips and down his thick shaft.

I can see him wanting to share his partner with another man, or at least have them take a big cock while he watches - humping into his hand like a needy little bitch whilst you look over at him - absolutely wrecked. A certain stern looking archer comes to mind...

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Hello, what Outlast Trials characters do you accept for request?

hey! thanks so much for asking <3

Leland Coyle

Mother Gooseberry

Franco Barbi

The Skinner Man

Currently these are the ones I feel most comfortable with writing for, but in future I might consider answering requests about minor Ex-Pop characters like Beserkers and the such. Same goes for Dr Easterman!

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omg do u do requests hi..,

hii yes I do <3

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Mauga has a lot of experience beneath his belt - almost expansive, in comparison to you. Sweet, little, unsuspecting you. It's almost his instinct to jump the gun and snatch you away, but you're so responsive - so pliant and sweet beneath his calloused fingertips - that it makes him want to take his time with you, almost.

He starts slow - has you on your knees between his spread thighs, a strong hand wrapped around your soft jugular to feel himself bulge your throat. He practically has hearts in his eyes when you look up at him through fluttering lashes, drooling around his fat cock and whimpering as he tries to force himself impossibly deeper.

He'll grunt and fist a large hand in your hair, pushing you well past your limit as your hands grasp at his hipbone, pulsing against your tongue as tears swell in your eyeline. He practically coos down at you, condescending as he ogles your attempt to take every bit of his monstrous cock.

Mauga rewards you accordingly, of course. For every inch you take he'll stuff a meaty finger into your needy hole, making you whine as his cock bobs against your lips - distracting you enough to give himself an excuse to give your ass a hard smack. He'd train you well enough soon - much too eager to stuff the engorged head of his cock back into your warm, wet mouth.

"Aw, come on," He whines, his voice a low timbered growl, sending vibrations up your spine, "You can take a little more f'me, can't you?"