I’m not sure if anyone has seen pornos of Czech gloryholes/brothels (I think it’s called Czech Fantasy?) but imagine that with the Overwatch boys and girls in different areas.
Wouldn’t it be fun to turn them out to ‘pasture’, so to speak? Helping them wriggle into their designated holes with their names lovingly carved into plaques above their stations. Helping them slip into the restraints that hold their legs wide open.
Some days you get creative and have your boys and girls wear their everyday clothes when they get locked in place. Some are wary, some are excited, but most are confused. At least until you start ripping the seats of their pants apart and pinning the girls’ panties to the side for easy access. Those who wear skirts get to keep them, letting the fabric hide their pussies teasingly. It makes them moan and groan lewdly – the feeling of your knife sliding through the fabric and the ghosting of your fingers as you test your ‘merchandise’.
Before you even open the brothel for business, you have all your men and women moaning in pleasure and ecstasy both with copious use of your trusty vibrator and your fingers. Some greedy ones, like Genji and Tracer, cum on your fingers and slump in their stations, wet and ready for customers to enjoy.
Others, like Reaper and Soldier 76, remain tight and dry. At least, up until you help open them up with Reinhardt’s help. The older man is set to blowjob duty today, among some others, and so is available to help use his huge cock prepare his fellow sluts for a harsh fucking. Once he’s done, your two oldest slaves are panting and breathless, their now stretched holes winking at you with a literal river of lube dripping from their assholes.
By the time you’re ready to open up, all of them are squirming and ready to be fucked within an inch of their life. And if they aren’t, they take a voluntary dose of your most potent aphrodisiac – one that makes them beg for a cock to fill them and cum inside them until there’s no room for anything else.
Your toys bring you a good amount of money. A good amount of money indeed.
a/n: i love this grumpy old snake. thank you for sending this in @owagentdiaries. ❤
You hissed when the old massasauga poked and prodded at the large cut on your leg. You had taken an unfortunate tumble into the naga’s pit, not without good reason! A sudden cold front swept through, gathering the warmest blankets and objects that you owned you raced out to make sure that the naga would be able to remain warm during this sudden cold front.
“Sorry.” the massasauga’s voice rough, but kind. Treating your wound with care while he wrapped it with one of smaller blankets you had brought, tearing a few into strips so it would remain in place.
“It’s not your fault, I didn’t think I’d drop my flashlight,” you replied, a smile on your face in an attempt to comfort the naga while he dragged several blankets onto the floor of his cave. Wrapping a few around you and some on his own body after coiling around you. “Hopefully what I brought with me will help to keep you warm.”
The massasauga just watched you, those baby blue eyes soft and welcoming rather than their usual cold and distant. A small hum, followed by a chuckle the massasauga spoke.
“Thank you. You do not have to do something like this for me. We are not even the same species.”
“Nonsenses were friends and friends help one another. Same species or not, you help other’s when they need it. Besides, your kind can’t handle the cold well right?”
“Hm some of us can, just depends on what species you are.” the massasauga replied, his voice showing how tired he is. The silence that followed was comfortable, welcoming and warm.
The naga took hold of your hand, the naga’s thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand and the massasauga’s rough voice.
“Jack.”
“Hm?”
“My name, it’s Jack.” the massasauga replied, a lovely smile on the naga’s face. So lovely that you wanted to take a picture of it or kiss it, you couldn’t decide.
“Jack, what a nice name.” the naga’s face seemed to become colored when you said his name, the coils becoming a little tighter before he hid his face on your shoulder.
a/n: heck yeah you can have something for this grumpy boy. here’s a few hc’s for naga jack.
Jack isn’t happy when he see’s another human or creature trying to court you.
You are his human, his friend and you are important to him. So he doesn’t take too well to seeing or hearing someone trying to court you.
Will often coil around you or lean against your form to show how close he is to you, only slightly glaring down at whoever while he growls low in his throat and speaks in a sharp tone.
Will more often than not rub his scent on your clothes, to deter other monsters from approaching you, and acts as a way to keeps humans away. Like when you use bug spray on a walk in the woods or when you work outside.
Is clinging and more likely to approach you than to wait for you to approach him. Leaving his pit to meet you at the entrance of the forest before walking wherever with you.
It’s when he’s jealous that you learn how nice and strong his arms are, as he picks you up and holds you for longer than needed.
a/n: here you go anon! some grumpy ol naga s76 hc’s! i ended up chosing to go with a massauga to base jack off of i’m weak and i just really like massauga’s.
Your first interaction with the large massasauga naga was horrible, you stumbled into the male naga’s territory incurring some of the naga’s wrath when you landed on him after falling over the edge into the pit area where the naga resides.
Which is why you went lax in the naga’s grip when its body started to coil around you, while coiling around you wouldn’t kill you it does render you momentarily immobile due to the naga’s sheer strength, your main worry was being poisoned and then eaten head first.
The naga’s tongue flicked out, picking up on your scent and most likely able to taste your fear that permeated the air. The naga leveled its gaze with yours, piercing blue eyes and deep scars on the naga’s face held you captive.
“Get out of here.” the naga’s voice is rough from what you assumed to be disuse, uncoiling from around you to slither off to a cave where the naga coiled around itself. Watching you closely.
You slowly backed away from the naga using a flattened path leading out of the pit to make your way back to the top.
You came back the very next day, with a small box of live mice to give the naga, earning a raised eyebrow reaction from the naga while it lazed on a rock in the sunlight.
“I know that you said get out of here, but here’s a thank you for well… not eating me? I asked the pet shop what a snake could eat and I bought some mice that you can have as a snack?”
The naga said nothing while you rambled on, watching your every movement before you just kind of shoved the box of mice into his hands. He looked at the box, then to you as if he had several questions, but he didn’t ask any of them.
Though you have to admit, the small white box with holes in it looked very out of place in the naga’s hands.
a/n: i sure as heck can write something short for this lovely grump of a snake.
Jack laid there enjoying feeling your hands rubbing his shoulders and running through his hair. Pleased to have you so close, your scent surrounding him helping him to feel relaxed and more at peace with his current situation of sheading.
Jack couldn’t see you while shedding, but he could feel and smell you everywhere. Entwining his fingers with yours he always felt good whenever you were close to him and he could hold your hand.
It’s only when the natural shedding process was reaching its end did you help him pull off what skin was still stuck from the shed picking and pulling gently at his scales and skin that was stuck and stubbornly refused to come off on its own.
The oils and gentle touches made him hum in response, especially when you were complimenting him and how when he blinked this time he could see you smiling at him.
Uuuuuugh this would be so good. Honestly, Jack would probably be the one to rub his scent into you without realizing how overboard he’s going. Just imagine how red his face would get after he realizes how he’s covered you in such a heavy cloud of his scent.
Probably would want to keep something you wear often with him for the days he can’t see you. Has to resist the urge to rub his scent all over it.
a/n: i wanted to write a short thing alkfjakljfa//
You could do better than him, find someone a human who would live just as long and the same age as you, but here you are with him a grumpy old naga instead of a human. Laughing, smiling and loving both him and the babies with every fiber of your being.
Jack feels guilty, knowing that there could be someone else out there for you. Someone better, someone human, but he cannot help, but love that you chose him that you are with him. Out of everything you’ve chosen to stay with him, a grumpy old worn out naga. Helping him to raise some babies who’ve lost their parents, treating them as if they were your own and loving them just as fiercely as if they were your own.
All of his guilt melts away when he see’s how much you love the babies, how you stayed with him after the babies hatched after they started crying when you tried to leave. How every time one of them snuck away with you, you would come back laughing and with a smile on your face and stay the night. How much time you devoted to him and babies who are not even yours makes his heart slam hard against his chest and only makes him fall even more in love with you.
A human who could do better, find someone who is close to you in both age and lifespan, but here you are. Raising a family with him and giving him those soft and meaningful kisses that are his and his alone. His human, his mate, and partner in life.
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