Tag: ahegao

9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 7th Fill

Reaper/Hanzo – tentafucc; dirty talk; mentions of oviposition; mentions of voyeurism – Hanzo is insatiable and Gabriel is tireless.

Gabriel shudders through the last throes of orgasm, tentacles convulsing, pulsing more thick, silky slime into Hanzo until he is groaning, twitching his limbs as he tries without coordination to pull himself out of Gabriel’s secure grip. His belly slowly bulges as Gabriel keeps pumping him full, listening to Hanzo’s pathetic out-of-it whines as the strain becomes more and more, until-

Gabriel pulls out abruptly and the whole mess splatters back out of the fucked out archer, loud and messy and humiliating as he squirms, cock painfully hard, flushed a dark pink at the tip.

He’s been fussy, once upon a time, remembering between bouts of frantic, deep fucking that he could be, maybe should be, ashamed of his own greed for what Gabriel has to offer, but by now it is obviously difficult to grasp even a single coherent thought.

Gabriel is all around Hanzo, enveloping him with feverishly hot mist that thickens at times into silky sludge, at others into the very tangible tentacles that keep spearing him open, sliding intimately, impossibly deep.

Gabriel moves him slowly; pulls him around, suspending his body briefly as he lets him hang on his arms and legs before he lowers him onto a surface of his own making.

More tentacles slither close, curling around Hanzo’s ankles and pulling his legs further apart.

His face is a mess of drool and tears. He looks like a victim, but when Gabriel pauses for just a little too long, watching his trembling, used-up body, he starts squirming in place, shifting his hips, offering up the lose, sloppy cunt that Gabriel has been patiently spreading on his many appendages for the past… hours.

Gabriel smirks and moves closer again. Hanzo is a slut. Who would have thought? Who would have thought that beneath the austere, superior mask he shows he world he is just insecure enough to beg for dick and try to spread his asscheeks wide; give his tormentor a good, intimate look of his hot, deep red insides.

Gabriel helps him out. He is a nice guy like that. Two tentacles slip into the raw hole, then spread him open. Hanzo gurgles, his head falling back, showing off his throat.

He doesn’t seem to any longer care what happens to him as long as he’s getting his belly filled. If he could, he would probably beg Gabriel to slip into him; fill him out to a grotesque, all-encompassing extent.

What a nasty little cunt.

“You’re so obedient, aren’t you?” Gabriel purrs, curling his mist all around Hanzo; licking at his sides and tickling his nipples until they are plump and as raw looking as the hole he‘s slowly, deeply fucking. Hanzo groans delirious, weakly twisting his upper body to try and get away from the tentacles plucking at his tits.

“You wouldn‘t even mind if I had put up a camera, would you? If I told you that this whole time your team has been able to watch you debasing yourself… *getting* debased and loving it – you wouldn‘t mind at all, would you?“

Hanzo is staring at him with a lost delirious kind of need. If he understands even a word of what Gabriel is saying beyond the knowledge that he is getting ridiculed, it does not show in his blank fucked-stupid face.

Gabriel laughs at him and Hanzo squirms again. This one loves getting humiliated and debased. His cock is jerking, the tip sticky wet. He‘s close to coming from the words and the tentacles scraping along his hot, swollen walls.

Gabriel watches him idly. He’s not ready to start working to another orgasm, but his tentacles are also not prone to oversensitivity, so he can keep giving it to Hanzo deeply, idly pressing at his belly from the inside just so he can see the obscene little bulges in the tight muscle of his abdomen.

“You wouldn’t mind if I told you that I’d be filling you up with my eggs all along.” He watches the reaction – or non-reaction – and smirks with some kind of satisfaction. “You would say *please* and *thank you* like a good little fuck slut. You would let me use you as my own personal incubator until you’re too old and sloppy to keep going.”

He starts fucking him deeper, then; with more purpose. Hanzo cries out, his lovely deep voice hoarse, tongue lolling out. He’s long since lost any agency over his own facial expressions. It is quite amusing, to be honest.

His cock bounces viciously with every harsh thrust into him, sticky strings connecting the furiously flushed tip to his belly. He gets more out of having his intestines filled than he does out of getting his prostate stimulated.

What a good slut. What a good, *perfect* little whore.

“You could work as an escort if the whole secret agent stint doesn’t work out for you,” Gabriel purrs silkily, one little tentacle curling around Hanzo’s balls. He tugs at them just to hear Hanzo hiccup desperately. “You’d be a hit with all the fat, good-for-nothing businessmen. They would’ve never had a slut as easy as you…”

Hanzo gurgles as he suddenly, explosively comes, hot stripes landing across his crotch and belly. His eyes are nearly rolled up into his head, face a sweaty, sticky mess just like the rest of his body.

Gabriel keeps fucking him through it, ignoring his indistinct cries for mercy as the overstimulation comes, vicious and sharp, and then goes again when Gabriel just keeps working him over and giving it to him deep and relentless.

His tentacles are everywhere, petting and warming his cooling body; slipping into every little hole they can find, flirting with the entrance. They are not done yet.

7th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 5th Fill

McHanzo – Rimming; Ahegao; First Time; Creampie; Gaping – Jesse has fucked Hanzo into oblivion but is not quite done yet.

Those last few slow, self-indulgent thrusts before McCree came with a deep, rolling orgasm – almost like an afterthought – Hanzo was little more than a warm hole that happened to be living.

Jesse figures the archer has had his fun some two or three times by the sound of his groaning moans having piqued, hole squeezing down and rippling around his thick cock, and he’s probably not had the energy to do more than offer up his hole for McCree to finish off in.

Or, more likely, he’s not been interested enough in doing anything more than the bare minimum. Hanzo can be a bitch that way, but Jesse can’t bring himself to complain. Enthusiasm or no, Hanzo got a nice ass that feels like wet silk clinging to his dick, and he is flexible enough even in his advanced age that he does not mind Jesse arranging him around until his knees are nearly up to his ribs, splayed to the sides as the gunslinger is draped across his back and pressing – crushing – him into the bedding.

Jesse takes in a long, slightly stuttering breath when the white noise finally recedes, toes uncurling and the delicious ache in his balls vanishing as they, too, seem to relax after emptying themselves so thoroughly.

His cock is still slowly flexing when he carefully pulls back, but Hanzo does not seem to notice it. He just keeps lying there, unmoving, face slack.

He looks fucked stupid and Jesse smugly grins to himself as he sits up, metal hand on Hanzo’s ass, pushing the cheek to the side so he can watch his ruddy dick slip out of an equally flushed, raw looking hole. Well fucked.

It does not close up much, gaping lewdly and displaying the mess Jesse’s made of it, creamy cum slowly starting to ooze out.

Below, the swell of Hanzo’s balls is visible, cock not having been hard during that last round as Jesse managed to fuck a dry orgasm out of him (and hasn’t that been a nice ego boost?).

Jesse hums, metal thumb catching some of the spill and starting to rub his cum round and round Hanzo’s gaping rim. His other hand is circled around his cock, feeling how warm and sticky it is. He’s gingerly squeezing, testing whether he could maybe get it up again and use his own sloppy seconds, but he’s over sensitive to the point of pain and leaves it be.

A glance upward tells him Hanzo is still out of it. He doesn’t seem to mind that his soft dick is lying in a pitiful pool of his own cum, and Jesse is not about to carry around his heavy ass when he’s already played the pillow princess card.

He looks back down to where his thumb has slipped into Hanzo without him noticing. The metal can’t tell him how silky and wet and *loose* Hanzo is, but he knows anyway. It’s not the first time he had him spread out on his dick, after all.

Still… Jesse’s not quite satisfied yet. If Hanzo had been anything closer to lucid, he might have made him lick his ass (easy to coerce him into when he’s drunk on a few orgasms; Hanzo doesn’t mind rimming a hairy ass, then) but like this it’s too much hassle. Jesse looks at Hanzo’s cunt again; nice and fucked out, the only thing missing is Jesse’s dick to fuck it all frothy and make it a real mess, but oh well. Next time. Maybe he’ll bring a dildo.

He sidles farther down until he can lie on his belly. Hanzo might be too out of it for some rimming action, but he sure as hell isn’t.

Hanzo does a sudden full-body jerk when he drags his tongue unselfconsciously across the sloppy gape of his hole, and Jesse owlishly blinks up at how very much lucid he’s become in the blink of an eye.

“What are you doing?!” His face is slowly but surely getting a splotchy red that is pretty ungainly. It’s the kind of red he becomes when he’s embarrassed, and Jesse’s mind is racing while he slowly drawls: “‘M licking you out.”

“Why?” Hanzo bursts out, then closes his mouth with an audible snap when he realizes how foolish his question had been. Jesse blinks at him, then sticks out his tongue and licks him again obnoxiously slowly while holding his gaze. Hanzo flushes even darker. He looks like his head is going to explode or something before he suddenly lets himself fall back down, dragging a pillow close and over his head.

“You are a disgusting barbarian,” he groans, but he’s noticeably not pulling away. Jesse does not answer, brain working while his mouth is on auto pilot, slowly eating Hanzo out who honest to God starts whining into the bed like a little virgin.

How interesting… he’s never had a problem with rimming Jesse – after he’s been plied with a few orgasms or alcohol, that is. Does Mr. Shimada have a bit of a humiliation kink? Oh dear, oh dear.

Jesse quietly grins to himself, then uses both hands to spread Hanzo wide and stuff his face in there while Hanzo makes a weird, high-pitched sound and almost tries to crawl away. When Jesse lifts his head to get air, he’s almost a bit taken aback by what he can see of Hanzo’s face. It is only the lower half that is sticking out from beneath the pillow, but his lips are wet and plump, hair sticking to them as he’s panting quick and shallow. Already on the verge of having another dry orgasm, just from getting his pretty little cunt cleaned.

Who would’ve thought?