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Patreon Compilation – Fic#354 – Reaper/Roadhog – choking; Gabriel being cute – Sweet Poison
🕑 Added 2025-09-10 05:55:00 +0000 UTCReaper/Roadhog – Roadhog really likes cute things and Reaper is just about the cutest thing there is in his opinion.
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Gabriel’s spine arches. It does so more than should be possible for a regular human, the soft click of its metal segments drowned out by the throaty little gasp rattling out of his throat.
He’s more cat than anything else in that moment; all liquid and eager, twisting around on the bed and spreading his thighs to show off where he needed the most attention right now.
The plug that Hog had left him with earlier is still sitting nice and snug where he left it. The surrounding area is glistening wet and the rim looks swollen where it mouths around the slimmer neck of the toy.
Mako stands quietly at the entrance to his rooms and watches the fearsome Reaper writhing on his bed like a kitten in heat. His eyes keep rolling, fixing the huge man with a predatory stare. He needs to know that his efforts are at least being watched by someone now.
“Please,” he gasps. His voice is hoarse from little use. As Talon’s living weapon, he does not need to speak. He just needs to obey. Voicing a demand of his own is practically unheard of these days.
Mako thinks he sounds very cute when he asks for things.
Mako ambles closer, watching his kittycat writhe on the bed. Every now and then, Gabriel’s dark skin will become ashen, then rip open to show a glimpse of his insides before quickly knitting itself back together again and darkening up once more into a healthier shade. Never truly healthy, but workable for him.
He is in a constant state of decay and resurrection and the flicker in his predatory eyes is the only thing that lets on that he is in pain.
Mako has stepped up to the bed and watches him quietly for a moment until Gabriel once again opens his legs; plaintive and helpless. He needs him.
“Please,” he begs again, a sibilant hiss to his tongue as he stretches his throat; showing it off and how vulnerable it is.
Mako slowly reaches out and wraps his meaty fist around Gabriel’s throat.
“Cute,” he huffs softly as Gabriel becomes nice and still. He feels him swallowing against his palm. He’s not squeezing down yet; not restricting any of his breathing. But the mere threat is making him tremble in anticipation; makes his mouth open on a soft little gasp, lips wet and plump and inviting.
Mako leans down slowly. Blots out whatever light there had been in his room and becomes everything that Gabriel has ever known. He presses his lips over his mouth, muffling the involuntary little whine that slips out of the assassin. Hew swallows it down and presses his tongue into Gabriel to replace what he’s lost.
Gabriel doesn’t fight any of it. He reaches up and grasps Mako’s shoulders. His grip is so very careful. So very sweet.
He never raises his fist against Mako. He never struggles against him. He’s always pliant and willing and begging for more, and Mako is almost blindsided by how cute he is when he does these things.
With his other hand, Mako reaches down and starts tugging on the toy inside Gabriel. Immediately, the kittycat starts bearing down to help him push it out of his body.
“Cute,” he huffs again when he pulls back, a thick strand of saliva stretching between their mouths. Gabriel extends his tongue, eager for more contact and whimpering when he doesn’t get what he wants.
Mako’s stare bores into his face as he slowly, carefully pulls the plug out and at the same time tightens his grip on the other’s throat. Choking him. Because good boys get choked when they’ve been nice and pliant and eager.
Gabriel’s eyes flutter shut for the first time. In the sliver that is still open, Mako can see that they’re rolled up into his skull as his spine arches once more, liquid and feline. He presses his throat harder into the huge man’s palm. Wanting more pressure. Wanting to be owned.
Mako can do that. It’s his specialty, one could say. Once he got his cock into a silky little hole there was no doubt as to who it belonged to. Gabriel was an old hand at taking him, but his muscles are still trembling and feeling so vulnerable and needy against Hog’s thick, questing fingers as he tests out just how loose he is for him. Whether he can spear into the assassin without having his nanomachines whirr to life, angry and in defense mode.
He can deal with them – but he prefers not to. It’s a hassle and it is unsexy and what he wants right now is to slide into Gabriel and choke him while doing so because that makes him look so irresistibly cute.
“So soft,” Hog grunts softly as he lets his massive fingers carefully crook and pushes into Reaper’s walls and the soft, fluttering muscles that ring the entrance of his canal. “Ready for me?”
Gabriel makes a sound but it is more so him choking on his tongue than an actual word. Hog chuckles softly. He leans down and stuffs his fat tongue back into Gabriel’s mouth. He doesn’t even move it much; just uses it to fill the space and feel him struggle to suck on it or play with it or whatever else his body wants him to do.
In the end it’s a whole lot of drool that starts to drip and not much more.
Hog slowly pulls his fingers out of Gabriel’s clutches. They’re hot from his body’s heat and wet from his insides suckling and clinging on him like a wonderful little mouth.
He shuffles into position, one massive hand still around the other’s throat, the other grasping him by one of his thick thighs, smearing the wetness against his skin and pulling him closer to the edge of the bed so he can reach.
Gabriel is a large man but Mako still has to contort himself to reach everything that he wants to reach. His stomach is pressing down on the other, adding more claustrophobia in the mix as he denies him more oxygen.
Gabriel’s eyes are rolling into his skull. He’s drooling and limp; too uncoordinated to even reach out for Mako. He’s just lying there and waiting for whatever the other is going to give him and that is so damn adorable that Mako has to pause and breathe heavily to get the cuteness aggression out of his system.
He shuffles forward, stomach burying Gabriel beneath him. He has to take his hand off his throat for the moment but that is no problem because he can’t breathe anyway. His body is spasming underneath him and his hole is no different. It first mouths carefully at the crown of his cock, then jerks awkwardly with the rest of a full-body shudder.
Mako can hear the eerie mechanical whirring of the nanomachines but for some reason they are not quite up in arms yet despite their host teetering on the edge of unconsciousness from lack of oxygen.
Mako curls an arm around his own belly and lifts it a little bit to hear Gabriel take in a rattling breath at the same time as he pushes into his body.
Soft and hot and completely yielding to him. Even the tight rings of muscle at his entrance are only clenching softly before completely capitulating against the massive intrusion of his fat bull cock.
He’s so sweet and trusting. When he blinks his eyes open, they immediately search for Hog; staying on him like he’s hypnotized while his belly gets filled with dick and dick and dick and-
He whimpers. Hog grunts softly in response. Slowly, he lets go of his stomach to watch how the color starts draining from Gabriel’s face; this time it has nothing to do with the perpetual decay and reanimation of his body.
His mouth opens softly as he tries to gasp for more breath that is simply not filling his lungs.
Mako shushes him softly. He fucks him on barely an inch of his cock. The heat and slick hug of his walls is insane. Mako doesn’t think he’ll hold out for all that long – but he thinks he’ll be able to do so longer than Gabriel, at least. He palms the side of his face, thumb gently brushing back and forth against his cheek in time with his hips curling, filling him to the absolute maximum with dick while also keeping him on the edge of suffocation.
It’s what Mako says, however, that finally nudges him over the edge into orgasm and overstimulation: “You’re a good little kitty.”
Heat splashes against his stomach, filling the fold between belly and groin with sticky, gummy heat.
Mako grunts softly. Gabriel is so cute.
He fucks him slowly through his orgasm. When the whirr of his nanomachines becomes louder and his eyelids start fluttering, Mako leans back and manually lifts his fat stomach once more to let him breathe.
Still, he’s out of it. Unconscious and soft and ready for Mako to fuck him full of his own cream.
So, so cute.
