Connor Gavin


"Asshole" was the first word that came to mind in describing Gavin Reed. The detective didn't make any effort to conceal his disdain for androids, even in a professional setting. "Synthetic beings that resemble humans," or "plastic pricks" as he called them. The fact that the Detroit City Police Department had installed a number of the new RK900 model "Connor" vexed him greatly.

Another incident at the Eden club was just more ammunition for his cause. But at this point, no other office was enticed by the idea of spending the entire evening investing the crime scene with his grumpy attitude complaining about all the "dancing sex robots" at the place of the scene. "Fine then," Gavin scoffed. If nobody wanted to partner up with him, he wasn't gonna make a fuss. After all, they did have disposable partners now.

Even Connor picked up on the miserable position he had been put in as he got into the police cruiser with Reed.

Malzahar Tentacles


Malzahar stuck with some salacious tentacles in the Void, unable to escape with every limb stuck and hole filled. Image version:



Debonair Malzahar - Don't cover them up

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Debonair Malzahar stripped and tied up, for the "Don't cover them up, slut" meme.

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Shen & Zed - Dungeon



 Shen finding himself at the mercy of Zed as his new slave

Kabu

 
        

Yoru and Phoenix

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It was a partnered assignment from the Valorant agency. Despite bantering and bickering, Yoru and Phoenix still partnered up a lot in spite of their indifferences. They had a certain 'chemistry' as some would call it. "Ugh... get a room already."

But despite their bratty romance, both agents were extremely good at what they do and could pull off miracles. Yoru was cold and calculated while Phoenix was impatient and reckless. In practice, Phoenix drew their attention and created the openings necessary for Yoru to clean up.

Only this time, they both messed up. Phoenix let an enemy walk up behind and knock him out cold. "That idiot," Yoru cursed reactively and gave himself away. When they came to it, both of the agents found themselves among the 'merchandise' they had been sent to rescue.

Stripped of all their armor, restrained with thick rubber robe and fixed in an befitting position face to face unable to say a word with two red ball-gags adoring their big mouths. "WHA-ph t-mh FU-mh."

Shen Zed Suspension

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"Unnfh..." Shen groaned, heaving from the tension as he found himself shamelessly stripped and bound, the sturdy powerful ninja found himself suspended above his master's bed. He really was completely stuck like an ornament hanging from the ceiling, writhing with his naked and sweaty body. 

In front of him was the master of shadows, lying in the bed watching his big captive struggle in his grip. His erection towering in front of Shen's face.

"Zed-" Shen pleaded to him, the captive ninja's dick twitching for attention from how long Zed had been toying with him. And any time he started to get too wild, his master would happily reel him in with the actual leather leash around his dick like training a pet.

Thrusting his dick against the silvery mask, Zed spoke with a tone so smug you could hear the smirk, "Beg for it, Shen."

Darius Ekko Academy Story

Darius and Ekko: Obey the King
    Chapter Index
  1. King of the Academy
  2. The Crown
  3. Test of Strength
  4. Power Struggle
  5. Dethroned

Chapter 1: King of the Academy

"Anyone else wanna try for the crown?" Darius raised the challenge to the crowd after sending yet another big-headed ‘class hero’ trailing out of the gym with a deflated ego.

Every guy before him hoped to cement their reputation as the hottest stuff by dethroning him as the reigning champion. An invitation that was principally a shameless contest of pure masculine ego between the academy’s jocks. And excellent showmanship.

Silence spread across the gym, like the kind teachers dreamt of in their classroom. Everyone was waiting to see who would step up next, but no one did.

“Heh,” Darius chuckled. Finally he had peaked. Now there was no question to his-

Malzahar Tentacles

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A duel between dark mages rarely turned out well. Malzahar consequently ended up as the test subject of a summoning spell, stripped and bound for his captor's pleasure. A session that quickly turned erotic as numerous tentacles shot out from a portal and began to study him, easily influenced by the summoner's horny desires to toy with his naked body.

And after minutes became hours, his own drool began to join the sweat, slime and cum now decorating his body. His mind shifting from thoughts of counter-spells to pure lust and only desiring more.

Varus Pantheon

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"Mmmpfh-" Pantheon grunted frustrated, his powerful and deep voice now muffled by the cloth gag under his helmet like a growl. Stripped down, tied up and completely helpless.

It was hard to admit Varus had bested him as a warrior. He could complain like most that magic and spells shouldn't triumph over might and weapons, but... in true combat there were no such rules. Even if he was bigger and stronger... way bigger and stronger, it didn't change the result. He was stuck in this predicament because his foe defeated him in combat, however indignant it felt.

Just... he'd never been tied up before. Felt this kind of helpless. It was... a challenge not to give in to the demon's games.

Mordekaiser Varus Group

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Varus the Conqueror had issued a challenge to every major faction of the world. To heed his summons and send their most powerful champion to fight him in a bid for power. A clean contest in a barren land, far away from cities and civillians.

There was no way they could or would ignore him. A chance to take down an all-powerful Darkin.

The prideful and rival nations of Demacia and Noxus both sent their strongest knight, Darius and Garen. The void in its unending hunger sent the prophet Malzahar to overtake the Darkin, a powerful dark mage. From the tallest peak of Mount Targon descended the great warrior known as Pantheon, a man who once housed a god before another Darkin slew the deity within him.

Zac Lee Sin Varus

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"What, are you supposed to be... a man?"

Lee Sin was unbearably smug. His condescending and mocking tone in combination, his cocky grin and unnecessarily proud posture, it was like posturing came natural to him. Arrogance was only matched by his teammate.

"Maybe the slime will make a decent toy," Varus taunted with no subtlety as to the implication.

A bulky monk with a blue dragon tattoo decorating his powerful chest, accompanied by a toned archer in dark gilded armor with a gold crown that looked more like devil horns. Both with hair white as snow and an ego as big as they come.

Zac briefly shifted his shape, tightened his form to give the brief impression of highly muscular anatomy while retorting with a clenched darker voice, "Let us fight as men then! Losers will become the victor's toys!"

Dominating the Dominant

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It was already inconceivable to Mordekaiser to have been bested in combat, especially by such a small and feeble archer as the self-proclaimed "Conqueror" Varus. After all, he was superior in every aspect. Much, much bigger than any man... a literal giant towering over the archer. A single blow with his devastating strength would have been enough.

Yet Varus only allowed him to close the distance after there enough of the foul magical arrow to completely rend his armor and subjugate him in one single spell. Every ounce of his mighty form exposed, momentarily incapacitated and forced on his knees. "...Impossible...!"

Procrastination


  Without work, Jack Morrison just can't get time to fly by until a friend offers him an alternative way to waste around doing nothing.

Index

  The Overwatch headquarters. The main office of the global military organization renowned as the heroes that saved all of humanity from extinction during the great Omnic Crisis.

  At the center of the office square, a triumphant statue of the great war hero Jack Morrison towered above the crowd in commemoration of their historical victory. The man himself now the first official Strike Commander of Overwatch. A symbol of heroism, honor and justice.

  Inside the head office, a much less glamorous-looking Jack groaned at his workstation, his chiseled features now stained by fatigue and stress.