Author: cyberratting

ssso… working on a side thing as an exchange for a gouda gouda other thing (y’all will see. I’m p sure they will allow me to post the fic or post it themselves so y’all can enjoy both things :P). Hoping to finish the side thing today, maybe even within the next couple hours if I put on my big girl panties, and then will be back to regular schedule of working on the incest comp (coming along v nicely) and the 3rd batch ko-fi fics.

uni will be done soon for this semester as well… Friday I have a presentation as an oral exam but that one is basically already over with because the prof insisted on working with me through the whole thing so he’s already super happy with the result honhonhonhon… other exam on 1st of June and the last on 11th of June.

Soooo… a lot of stuff to do overall but I’m in good spirits :3c

Do you hate video games now?

cyberrat:

*Video games and sgf get in the ring, ready to challenge the tag team champions.  sgf is wearing a shirt that says “I ❤ video games”, as he always does.  He always wears that shirt.  Everyone is all smiles.  Video games and sgf give each other a high five.*

*Video games turns to the entryway to watch the entry of the champions.  But then..!  A loud THWACK is heard as sgf unexpectedly swings an unforgiving steel chair into the back of video games!  The crowd can’t believe it.  He had that chair in his tights or something.*

*sgf is no longer smiling as he pulls his t-shirt up over his head, revealing another t-shirt underneath.  This one says “I H8 video games”.  The crowd boos and throws their beers at the ring.  We are desperately out of time fans, what repercussions could this shocking betrayal have this Thursday on Thunder*

3rd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 4th Fill

McCree/Hanzo – bathroom sex; age difference; sloppy seconds; body inspection

Continuation of this fic with young!Hanzo, older!McCree. McCree calls Hanzo a kid but that’s just his way of referring to him. Hanzo is in his mid-twenties.

McCree watches the kid throughout the whole meeting just because the way he subtly squirms beneath the heavy-lidded gaze amuses him to no end. He puffs slowly on his cigar, one of many around the table, and doesn’t fail to notice how the young heir’s cheeks become pink as his dark pretty eyes watch how his lips wrap around the end.

Jesse is not used to little ex-virgins immediately becoming cocky and wanting someone else to wet their dicks for them, but he figures this one is a prissy yakuza prince so it kind of makes sense.

At any rate, he makes sure to grin nice and slow as he watches him, leaning back far and hooking a thumb behind the big buckle on his belt. He thinks about how daddy’s perfect little son is currently leaking the cum he fucked frothy just this morning and his grin becomes a little wider before he hides it behind the hand lifting his cigar towards his mouth once more.

The break in the meeting can’t come quick enough. He almost laughs when the kid shoots out of his chair like he’s got burned and stumbles out of the room under the frowning gaze of his father. McCree stays a bit longer, lingering to make sure nobody will suspect a connection – and because he wants to make the kid wait longer.

When he finally swaggers into the bathroom he can’t immediately spot where he’s hidden himself away until the stall at the very end opens just a bit, one sleek dark eye staring at him with a bit of a crazed glint.

Jesse grins and makes his way over. He shoves himself inside and ignores the trembling eager hands that are immediately on him, feeling up his wide hips and thick thighs as if he tries to make it seem like he’s not greedy for another round on Jesse’s cock.

Jesse clicks his tongue at him and easily grabs his wrists, pulling them away from his body.

“Turn around. I wanna see if you kept your promise.”

The kid flushes a violent shade of red but complies hastily. He does not protest as McCree opens up his pants and works them together with his underwear to sit underneath his ass, but he does start panting already, wet and quick. McCree’s big knuckles brush Hanzo’s hard cock and he grins.

“Took cock once and you’re already a bitch for it,” he murmurs low and the kid’s head whips around, stares at him alarmed.

“Quiet!” he hisses and Jesse grins at him. They can hear the bathroom door opening and more people enter. Hanzo’s ears are brick red. McCree’s gaze falls down to his hole; still a dark shade of pink with cum dried tacky between his cheeks.

When he pushes his thumb in and pulls down against the tender little muscle he spread open so wide just a few hours ago, he can see that yes, Hanzo held his promise.

There’s still Jesse’s cum inside him, creamy and sticky, and McCree starts fucking him on his thumb because he’s been a good boy.

The kid does not seem to appreciate it much, though: he has a hand pressed against his mouth and is shooting angry glances at him over his shoulder even though his cheeks are brick red and muffled little fucksounds are being tickled out of him.

In the stall next to them the flush is activated and Hanzo jumps, his internal muscles squeezing down on Jesse’s thumb. Jesse grins and utilizes the subsequent hand-washing noises to open up his belt.

He slaps his cock against the kid’s ass and from the look of it he is close to tears because he wants it but also is afraid they’ll get found out.

“Jus’ be quiet and everythin’ will be a-ok,” Jesse murmurs as he leans across him, bracing himself against the wall while Hanzo’s sweaty palms are slipping against the lid of the toilet.

It’s a lot easier this time to fuck into him. His cunt remembers well how to take his cock, and Jesse is smug that he assumed correctly: the yakuza prince is a born cockslut.

They’ll have to be quick about it, the meeting will resume in just a few minutes; but Jesse is determined to let him walk back in there with a new load warming his belly.