9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 4th Fill

DVa/Reaper + Jack – femdom; humbler; humiliation; cuckolding – DVa lords over Jack how very obedient her other boy is.

“You see why you always have to sit in the corner while *he* gets to play?” Hana queries, throwing the Soldier’s flushed face a short glance before looking back at the other man kneeling between her thighs, just as huge and substantial as the other, draped across one of her legs, head lolling against the edge of the mattress.

“He doesn’t try to offer me his cock every few minutes. He knows when I’m interested in playing with those pathetic little dicks you guys have…” At that, her eyes flick to Jack’s cock, big and hard already – of course – curved to his tight belly; the crown as ruddy red as his cheeks. “And when I just want to pamper you.”

Her hand falls on Gabriel’s head, where his salt-and-pepper hair is just long enough to be twirled around her little cruel fingers.

“He has pedigree while you… don’t.”

She reaches down and starts scratching beneath his chin, and Gabriel – the fucking traitor – honest to God starts *purring*.

Hana’s face lights with delight and Jack shifts restlessly. He winces when the motion tugs at his balls, meanly kept back by a humbler attached with too short chains to his ankles.

He hates having his balls tortured, which makes the disciplinary action that much more attractive in Hana’s eyes.

She laughs at him, and his cock flexes for her, pre-cum pearling at the tip. The good Soldier is always up for some ridicule and humiliation, even if he scowls and pretends otherwise.

Hana tugs at Gabriel’s hair and he easily goes up, kneeling straight with his dark eyes hazy and sleepy looking. She nudges and he goes wherever she wants him; crawling up onto the bed and just letting his head hang low between his arms when she gets out another humbler and reaches between his legs for the big low hanging testicles there.

“You see? He’s well trained. He doesn’t make a fuss out of being chained up for me. He’d even kiss my toes in thanks if I needed him to.”

She looks over at Jack. He is scowling fiercely now, mouth set into a tight line. She grins at him wide – they both know he’d kiss her feet as well… and then some.

“Dirty old fuck,” she purrs, and his pale ears grow dark red now; but he does not look back. He has to see how she lets someone else fuck her; how she crawls beneath Gabriel who is kneeling firm even though his biceps are twitching, spreading her long, skinny legs to show off the shockingly red insides of her snatch.

Gabriel’s cock looks obscene flirting with her entrance, and Jack makes a humiliatingly canine sound as he watches her pull Gabriel closer by his dick.

He fucks her slow and awkward, little punched out sounds of pain leaving him whenever he has to pull against the humbler, his testicles getting stretched by proxy of him being a *good boy*.

Jack is squirming on the spot, cock flexing despite himself, staring at that sweet little space Gabriel is occupying. *God*, but she’s small… fit so well around his dick… he’d make her scream instead of those little breathy sighs Reyes is fucking out of her now with his slow, careful pace…

He jerks when he realizes her ruthlessly intelligent eyes are on him again. She grins slowly, small candy pink tongue poking out against the corner of her mouth, doing a slow predatory swipe across her upper lip.

She knows exactly what he’s thinking; he’s been an open book for her the second she realized what power her little cunt has over him – and she revels in his agony.

She curls herself around Gabriel, legs around his sturdy waist, pulling herself up from the bed to make it easier on his balls (and no reprieve for Jack’s poor abused sac… none at all).

She’s wrapped around him like an octopus, her fingers scratching the back of his head, her small pointy tits squished flat against Gabriel’s wide, muscular chest.

Hana is cooing for him, moaning prettily right into his ear, but her cool eyes are fixed on Jack.

She is gloating. Relishes in the power she lords over them.

When she says ‘stop’ in a soft, sing-song voice, Gabriel freezes mid-thrust. Only she can see the way he closes his eyes, mouth set in a pained tilt, Adam’s Apple bobbing with the little sound of protest he swallows down.

She kisses across his mouth until his lips become a bit softer again, then slips out from underneath him.

“Good boys get a treat,” she announces loudly, and Jack watches with tears damn near welling in his eyes as she takes the humbler off and leans down to mouth sloppy kisses against Gabriel’s abused testicles. He groans and lowers down onto his elbows, knees sliding a bit farther. Offering everything he has up to her and her cruel little fingers and mouth.

Jack is sure she wouldn’t be half as loving to him. He’s felt her sharp little nails biting into his sac more than once. For Gabriel, the model boy, she is soft and tender, gentling him down and giving his big, sticky cock a loving squeeze as well.

Afterwards, she lets herself get mounted like a bitch. Goes onto her hands and knees and wriggles her ass until Gabriel’s nose guides him to the source of the thick smell in the air. He eats her out with lewd sucking and obscenely slick drags of his tongue until she’s purring and whining for his dick.

Jack can only dream of her doing that to him.

She watches him with eyes slitted in catlike satisfaction as Gabriel finally mounts up, one of his big hands in the back of her neck, carefully keeping her pinned down and giving him something to brace himself as he fucks nearly straight down into her presented cunt.

Hana looks small, but she can take him like a champ. She gurgles, toes curling, breath coming in little stutters, and Jack can’t take it anymore: he has to grab his dick. At least squeeze it and stroke it in time of Gabriel being allowed to breed her up.

Hana laughs at him.

8th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 10th Fill

Masaru/AllMight;Mitsuki – second part to this – phone sex; cuckolding; dirty talk; extreme insertion – Mitsuki lets AllMight relate to her how he’s fucked her boy alone for the first time.

Mitsuki wriggles in place, tugging at the pillow behind her until she sits comfortably. She looks out at the beautiful skyline outside her hotel room while focused on the phone pressed against her ear.

“He’s been a good boy, I take it?”

AllMight chuckles on the other side, his usually booming voice kept carefully low.

“Of course he has. He’s been so nervous, though…”

Mitsuki smiles fondly. Oh, she knows. She thought he would start crying like a child when she told him she wanted him to have a good weekend with AllMight while she was gone visiting her sister.

“He’s sleeping now,” AllMight murmurs. She can just picture it: Masaru all tuckered out, snuggled against AllMight’s side; head pillowed on the broad, muscular chest.

“Tell me all about it.” Her hand slides down, fingertips slipping into her panties; just stroking the silky mound of her pubic bone for the moment while she listens to AllMight’s deep voice chuckle into her ear before he obliges her.

.o.

Masaru is so deathly nervous. He hasn’t looked AllMight in the eye since opening his door for him, hands traveling towards each other again and again before he jerks them back at his sides and rubbing the wet palms against his pants.

“Young Bakugo. He is in the dormitories, yes?” AllMight murmurs as he steps closer, gently crowding Masaru against the wall next to the bed. Masaru swallows hard. He turns his head to the side as AllMight steps right into his personal space. He nods nervously. AllMight can smell the sharp, near gasoline-like scent of Masaru’s Quirk activating against his will.

“That is good,” he murmurs, big hand lifting, touching the man’s jaw to tip his head up. “I wouldn’t want him bear witness to his father crying on his idol’s cock…”

Masaru looks taken aback, going pale for a second before all the color rushes back in and with a vengeance. He starts stuttering, but AllMight cuts him off, leaning down and kissing him slow and leisurely.

Masaru seems to regain his equilibrium somewhat after that. When AllMight sits on the edge of the bed, beckoning him closer, he easily falls to his knees between his thick thighs, waiting patiently as AllMight slowly pulls out his cock.

He dutifully looks at it; how big it is even in AllMight’s already large palm. How it is closer to the girth of Masaru’s own wrist.

A monster of a cock that he’s only ever taken when his wife was there to oversee it; talking him through it; gently, teasingly belittling him for how hot he is for AllMight and his sheer and overpowering *manliness*.

He seems to realize that, too, all of a sudden; that Mitsuki is not here to direct him; to hurt him by pulling at his hear or slapping his cheek to keep him from focusing on the insane stretch too much – and all of a sudden he becomes shy again. A bit frightened.

AllMight can see it in the flinch of his eyes even as he lets himself get pulled closer, kissing at the salty, wide tip. Lapping at it a bit clumsily because he still needs a lot of training pleasuring a man.

.o.

“I had to bully him into it,” AllMight murmurs on the other side of the phone and Mitsuki bites her lip, arches against her fingers sliding silkily round and round her clit.

“Was he that afraid?”

“He’s a good boy… but he’s frightened without his Mistress to guide him. He took it so well, though; cried himself out while he stretched him on my dick.”

Mitsuki lets her head fall against the wall behind her with a low groan, fingers sliding down and into her; fucking herself as she thinks about the immense stretch AllMight’s frankly ridiculous cock could give her.

“He always looks so shocked when you slide in,” she whines, “Always thinks he’s going to rip clean in two. Poor boy never took a big warm cock like yours before. I think he’d be so disappointed if I brought anybody else to play; no matter how much fuss he’s making now…”

AllMight chuckles again. It’s more than a purr now that he’s consciously keeping down; trying not to awaken Masaru after he’s been fucked delirious by him.

She can hear rustling on the other end, then the low, tired groan of her toy. She clenches her thighs.

“What are you-”

“He’s still so open and wet,” AllMight rumbles into her ear and her brain stalls as she thinks about how he must have pushed a couple fingers into her sleeping husband – just… just casually hooked them into his fucked out, sloppy hole.

.o.

“Take note how I do it, my friend,” AllMight laughs above him as he has one huge hand in the back of Masaru’s neck, holding him down as if the docile man could do anything other than just lying there and taking it like a good whore. He’s still whimpering; still so scared about that immense, mind-boggling stretch.

“This is how you are supposed to pleasure your wife! She has needs too, you know!” He leans down, easily ranging above Masaru, his widely smiling mouth next to his ear as he murmurs intimately: “I can show you. Even a cock like yours can satisfy a lady. You just need to learn to use it properly.”

His hips are pumping slow and measured. He can’t drill into Masaru like he can into his wife: Masaru is delicate in that way. He craves the degradation but also the intimacy. He likes making love even when that feels like AllMight is going to fuck straight through his belly.

“Maybe next time you’ll be allowed to enter her. It’s been a while since the last time, hasn’t it? Years, maybe? She is a kind lady, isn’t she? Let you rabbit hump her so many years ago; put Young Bakugo in her belly. And what a fine young man he is. You did very well, then, didn’t you? It is proof that you are not hopeless. Quite the contrary…”

He is running his mouth while Masaru lets him, listening with a bright red ear, his eyes glassy and mouth open; drooling into the bedding as he gets fucked by the Symbol of Peace.

.o.

Mitsuki listens. She has abandoned jerking off in favor of taking all of it in. She wishes there were cameras in her bedroom. That she would have been able to witness her husband’s total submission in front of the more virile, more *manly* AllMight.

God, but she loves her boy. Perfect, perfect Masaru.

8th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 2nd Fill

Mitsuki/Masaru/AllMight – Mitsuki cucking her husband with the no. 1 hero 🙂 part 1 >:3c

Mitsuki is sitting next to Masaru as he dials the number, watching his fingers shake. No matter how often she makes him do it, he is still nervous, still throws her little side-glances that he hopes are hidden by his glasses.

Her arm is stretched out leisurely on the back of the couch, her hand sliding to grip the back of his neck to steady him.

He puts the conversation on speaker as soon as he hears the connection being established, cradling the phone in his hands. Mitsuki can feel his neck growing hotter beneath her palm and she squeezes, listening to the deep breaths that come through the speaker and Masaru’s little nervous pants.

Mitsuki smirks and rolls her eyes. Her boys are both ridiculously useless, but quite adorable.

When nothing happens for a while except the nerds breathing heavily into the phone, she jostles Masaru with the grip she has on him. That startles him out of his stupor.

“I-I-I… ah… would… would you… please come over?”

Masaru is hanging his head, shoulders drawing up to his ears in an effort to hide himself from Mitsuki’s burning gaze.

“Yeah?” comes finally the deep voice on the other end of the call, sounding rough and delicious. “Should I come over? Do you need me?”

Mitsuki smirks and gently digs her nails into Masaru’s neck.

“Tell him. Go on.”

She knows AllMight can hear her. Knows he gets off on the knowledge that she routinely makes her husband call him. Masaru, as always, is shy and nervous. He still can barely get the words out without stuttering, his flush now up to his ears.

“W-would you please come and… and pleasure my… my wife,” he veritably whispers, and then, after a deep gulp of air, kneading the bottom of his shirt in his hands: “I… I am… I am unable to…” He glances at Mitsuki who makes a show out of pulling her skirt up and spreading her cunt with two fingers, looking at him with something like pity. Look what you can’t have?

He gulps and the words rush out as if he’s ripping off a bandaid. “I can’t satisfy my wife with my useless dick. Please, AllMight. C-Come and… Come and fuck my wife for me with your superior cock.”

.o.

AllMight in person is not as awkward as AllMight on the phone. Mitsuki stares at Masaru as AllMight fills her from behind, his fat cock spreading her cunt open in a way that makes her toes curl and her eyes nearly roll upward into her head.

He’s long and thick, dragging along her walls and pressing into all those delicious little places that for some reason only AllMight seems to be able to reach and satisfy.

“You did good calling on me, my friend,” he booms behind her, and Mitsuki quivers excitedly because she can feel his fucking voice vibrate through his cock and into her belly. Goddamn. “She’s so tense! She needed a good fucking! There is no shame in not being able to provide with your own body! you know how to call on a friend to help your shortcomings out!”

Mitsuki hides her grin against her arm. AllMight manages to be nice even when shit talking, and his particular brand of dirty talk is absolutely perfect for her shy, sensitive Masaru who is sitting there, hands clutched in his lap and watching with hot, earnest attention.

Mitsuki leans down, ass up, arching it against AllMight, body jerking when the No.1 hero’s big, meaty palm comes down on her ass in a sharp slap that is probably meant to be gentle but a little too enthusiastic to actually pull through. She groans happily, rubbing her cheek against the comforter with delirious delight.

She loves how rough AllMight becomes in his enthusiasm. How he grabs her and hoists her around like she’s a little doll, fucking her on his cock with ease.

“Yes,” she hisses aggressively when he drives back in, her hand jerking backwards, fingernails digging into his sharp hipbone. “Fuck me! God… Goddamnit… give me your cock…”

He does, ranging over her, so huge, body curled like a beast above her back, slamming into her in a pace that makes the heat generated by the friction unbearable. Makes her feel like her cunt is about to melt, quivering and helpless, body pulling together in an orgasm that makes her teeth clack together.

He fucks her through it, ruthless and quick, his voice booming happily: “She’s come on my cock, my friend! Must have been a while for her, she’s been very easy for it! When have you let her come the last time?!”

Masaru is quiet, pulling up his shoulders, cheeks a fierce red. His pants are tented obscenely, his cock straining against the restrictive material. AllMight does not seem to take offense in his silence, he just keeps working, one huge arm looping beneath Mitsuki so he can drag his fat fingers against her swollen clit. He doesn’t let her come down from her high, just keeps stoking the flames through her over-sensitivity.

Mitsuki is sobbing, biting at the comforter, drooling into it as she’s forced quick and hard towards another orgasm. She just about manages to look at her husband, sitting there so obediently, watching his wife take it so well from the No. 1 hero.

And, as so often, his eyes are not actually on her, but on AllMight. Watching him fuck her; his mouth soft and open, eyes huge and glassy with the flush of a teenage girl crushing hard on his cheeks.

Mitsuki damn near purrs.

“Ha… Ha… Hanzo,” Winston wheezes, jackknifing up and curling his arms around Hanzo’s middle when Hanzo, unimpressed, lets himself slide down a little further.

He presses his face between the archer’s shoulder blades, blunt fingers scratching lightly at his belly as he desperately tries to find purchase; something to hold on to while his cock is held unbearably snug in the grip of Hanzo’s body; furnace hot and silky inside.

“MMmmhhh,” Hanzo hums, the hands with which he is bracing himself on Winston’s thick thighs gripping hard; his only concession to the immense stretch. He arches his back, head tilting backwards until the end of his pony tail tickles Winston’s ear. “So big…”

Winston can feel himself flushing brick red. He squirms in place, arms tightening around Hanzo’s thick waist and unwittingly pulling him harder down onto his cock, making him cry out hoarse, muscles tightening all along Winston’s poor, unprepared cock.

“Stretching me so wide,” Hanzo murmurs, and Winston does not need to look to know he is staring at McCree; the other agent sitting on a chair in front of them, hands clasped between his spread knees; mouth a little open in reverence as he watches his fiance enjoy himself with another man.

Winston just about wants to die of embarrassment. He pulls back a bit, daring to let go with one large, shaking hand and trying to straighten his glasses – but Hanzo immediately utilizes his new freedom to move his hips; a slow, grinding rocking motion that makes Winston choke on his tongue, barrel chest expanding as he takes a massive breath.

Hanzo whines deep in his throat. His hole is slick and well-trained; gripping Winston and working him with internal muscles. He can feel it from the outside as well; Hanzo’s abdominal muscles clenching and relaxing beneath Winston’s sweaty hand.

“Y… You like that, babydoll?” McCree croaks, gaze feverish as Winston peers over Hanzo’s shoulder towards him. He looks like he is about to drool; tongue almost lolling out of his slack mouth, cheeks a ruddy red beneath his thick beard.

“He has such a nice cock,” Hanzo informs him slow and languid. He stops moving in favor of just feeling Winston inside him; reaching deep and spreading him unforgivably wide. “So big and warm… Love it so much…”

McCree nods along, eyes fixed on where Hanzo is being spread open wide, thighs splayed over Winston’s thick, hairy legs.

“Bet he can fill me up so well…” Hanzo continues, and Winston jerks when he feels his fingers on his sac, cupping and squeezing it as he stares straight into McCree’s flushed face. “He’s going to last me a while… Even if he fills me up now, he’ll be ready in no time. He’s got so much stored up in here…” He squeezes once more and Winston clenches his teeth, holding onto Hanzo’s sturdy hips with a bruising grip now, sweat prickling along his chest and arms and belly; everywhere dark hair dusts his skin.

“He’s not going to rabbit fuck me and leave me unsatisfied,” Hanzo purrs throatily and McCree groans at the not-so-veiled insult, hands moving, one of them gripping his knee, the other cupping his cock through his jeans.

“You big oafs have no idea how to use your cocks,” Hanzo says, but it does not sound like an insult; his voice is soft like he’s smiling, his insides rippling along Winston’s cock; and then he is moving again, slow and torturous and Winston goes nearly cross-eyed.

Hanzo is purring like an engine, low and steady as he crawls all over the huge Alpha he had found on his vacation in Europe. The little village he and Genji had stepped into on random was full of rain and grey clouds but he quite liked the quiet, sleepy atmosphere.

There is nothing quiet about the soldier’s stationed here, however. They are… huge and Hanzo wants them on a deep, visceral level that makes him almost dizzy.

Naturally, he has them as soon as he can get Genji interested in one of their lady soldiers, his brother’s eyes lighting up like a child in a candy store as he sees the female soldier, just as huge and hulking as the other Alphas in her special division.

The Alpha he is scenting all over, rubbing his sleek body against without a shred of embarrassment, is barely daring to touch him. Hands of the size of frying pans are fluttering across his shoulders, arms, the small of his back, rubbing rough fingertips across his skin fleetingly before pulling back again quickly.

The agonized creaking of the floorboards to his right makes him turn his head, watching as another of the huge soldier’s comes closer. He is a gorgeous specimen; more streamlined handsome than the one Hanzo is marking up at his possession, but just as much Alpha as the one Hanzo is sitting on. Balderich he had said, but Hanzo couldn’t quite get the soft, throaty sound at the end right. The other one’s name was just as much a mouth full and he had immediately decided he wouldn’t even try.

They are toys, after all. He’ll have to leave them behind when he and Genji decide they’re bored and want to keep travelling.

“See something you like, Alpha?” Hanzo purrs, knees angling outtward, spreading his thighs for the large man to see the wetness between them.

“Oh yes… yes, I do,” the blond Alpha enthuses, eyes so very blue and sweet that Hanzo wonders how old he is. The thought of this huge Alpha being younger than him has a thrill running down his spine, the small of his back curving into an inviting little cup as he angles his ass up, following the electricity along his nerve endings.

Showing himself off.

He is still purring invitingly; an Omega courting all the Alphas in the vicinity with low, throaty sounds. Amorous.

Balderich is touching him again; a little more sure this time. His English isn’t as good as the younger Alpha’s but Hanzo quite likes to listen to him murmur; likes the way the words sound as he whispers them to him with a reverence that lets him know he is being pampered and cherished.

“So ein zartes Geschöpf… Hübscher Omega…” And while he is crooning at him, curling one finger that’s as fat as a sausage underneath Hanzo’s chin to scratch at the well groomed beginnings of a beard, the others slip between his cheeks gentle but sure, pressing a broad fingertip against Hanzo’s slick, swollen opening.

Hanzo mewls, stretching into the touch, face slack and satisfied at the beginnings of the insane stretch that was promised. Another creak distracts him, makes him look toward the Alpha that’s been creeping closer, mouth a little open, cheeks flushed – but holding his distance around an invisible barrier.

“Don’t you like me, Alpha?” Hanzo whines, bracing himself on Balderich’s wide chest and pushing himself up, chest squished invitingly between his biceps. “Don’t you want to touch me?”

“God, I do…” the pretty Alpha groans and steps closer, breaching whatever unspoken line they had drawn, and immediately Balderich shifts beneath Hanzo, his growl deep and ferocious and all encompassing. It vibrates through the Omega’s fingertips and up his arms, almost making his teeth chatter together as the formerly docile old Alpha bares his teeth at the other, finger pushing into the creamy soft insides of the Omega with a rude force that makes Hanzo’s breath stutter and his purr peter out for a moment as his toes curl and his insides alight with pleasure.

The younger Alpha grows pale, taking a quick step back. He looks chastised even though he still stares at Hanzo with blatant hunger.

Hanzo feels on top of the world. He’s had Alphas fight for him before, back in Hanamura, but never ones like this: huge creatures that look like they would wreak havoc if they crashed into each other like landslides.

Like they could snap Hanzo’s back if they were just a little too lenient with their strength.

“You’re not allowed to touch,” Hanzo gloats, lowering his upper body and rubbing his face teasingly against the rough, curling hair on Balderich’s huge, scarred chest. His hips are still up, rolling gently into the fat finger fucking him and making him see dots in his vision.

The forlorn, punched expression on the young Alpha’s face makes his cock jerk, dribbling messily into the thick, generous trail of hair growing out of Balderich’s navel and vanishing into his tight pants. Hanzo is the only one of them completely naked, but he’s never felt more in charge than when watching a young, upstart Alpha want him so bad he’s stinking up the place but not daring to put a finger on him in fear of another more competent pack leader.

“What a pity, Alpha…”

Hanzo makes sure to let him see the swollen ring of his hole, dark pink and needy as it suckles at the thick finger fucking him. He stares right into the young Alpha’s face as he mewls for Balderich and rubs himself all over him; is sweet and docile for the old, scarred Alpha that’s downright ugly next to this gorgeous specimen-

but the young Alpha doesn’t dare step any closer, and lets himself get willingly ridiculed by this little foreign Omega.

Hi Cyber – soooo I was thinking today about Dva and how she sometimes watches tv and can’t really focus unless Soldier is hunkered up underneath her little skirt, licking her and licking her. She ignores him completely but every so often she’ll shiver or squeak and maybe even have a little baby orgasm. But she won’t let him stop licking her until her episode is done. Maybe she’ll even watch two or three in a row.

“Hey, you!”

Her sharp command gets softened with a sweet little smile and her pink painted nail curling coyly to beckon him closer. “C’mere big boy. I got work for you.”

Jack watches her carefully over the rim of his thin, silver rimmed glasses. For a second his pale eyes flinch away and back towards his rifle lying across her desk – adorned with bunny stickers and pictures of her, Lúcio and Zenyatta – then back to her.

He flexes his big, oil-stained hands slowly. She can feel her belly grow tight just watching them; square and rough with big, blunt fingers that she’s ridden more often than she probably has put her own fingers up her cunt.

When he looks back at her, she smirks and wriggles her small, naked toes as she extends one leg and nudges his knee. She isn’t wearing anything beneath her airy, white skirt and his pale eyes immediately zero in on the dark patch of hair between her thighs; already glinting with slick.

His nostrils flare as he inhales sharply and then stands up with a jerk.

Before he can get to work, however, he has to clean his hands.

.o.

Just half a year ago, this would have been a fight. He probably would have sat on the floor, licking her for five minutes before those big, warm hands would have begun to wander without permission; square fingertips trying to tickle her asshole or slip into the humid gash of her cunt.

As it is now, he has been well trained.

Hana lies bonelessly in her armchair, naked legs thrown across his broad shoulders, fingers absentmindedly playing with his short, white hair as he worked underneath her skirt.

Sometimes, his nose would bump against the fat swell of her clit, and she would grunt, electricity flaring for a bright, addicting moment, coursing down towards her toes and then spreading in a warm, sensual arousal.

Most of the time his motions were slow and unhurried and monotonous. His tongue dragged through her cunt slow and unerringly like a wave, beard rough chin nudging against her clenching opening, getting the tender edges almost painfully sensitive.

The monotony made the times he varied the motions even more exciting; curling his tongue beneath her fat clit, cradling it against the silky surface to give it a special flick; a well placed hard suck that made her see stars and had her pause her show for a moment, tits feeling painfully tight and sensitive atop her chest.

A cheeky tongue delving deeper, rounding the tight clench of her anus and dragging across the flinching center until she had to pull him back up again…

He could keep it up for an admirably long time; leaning away to take a swig of water when he heard the beginning melody of the next episode, his lips bright red and swollen, just like her labia – his eyes still fixed on her candy red center, tongue almost lolling out of his head when she reaches down and spreads her swollen labia for his viewing pleasure; lets him watch as she dips one small finger into her tender opening to fuck herself and show him what he could not have.

Maybe she would ride his fingers later; or get on all fours and grind back against his face while he fucked his fleshlight.

Maybe she would go and visit one of her other toys, however. Take him with her and let him watch as another got to sample all the built up tension that he put into her, servicing her cunt diligently for an hour.

Yeah… maybe she’d do that.

Hanzo fucks like he lives his live; doggedly and with seemingly no pleasure gained from it.

He is curled across D.Va’s back, hips pistoning almost frantically, pumping his cock into her small, pink asshole; gripping him tight and warm.

“Yes,” he grunts, eyes slitted in determination, one large hand curled tight into the bedding next to her head, the other pushed beneath her – holding her small tit and squeezing it every now and then almost absentmindedly. “You like this, don’t you? You’re still so tight back here.”

He tries to get the tremble out of his voice and almost succeeds with it. His cock feels overly hot, overly swollen; like it was stuffed itself, inflamed, oversensitive as he humped into her ass, making it spread for him, getting it loose…

“Hm? Oh… yeah. Yeah – whatever.”

He loses his rhythm at her yawn, mouth falling open as his hips stutter and his cock pulses, inside the warm clutch of her ass.

D.Va throws her hair around to better lay her head down on her crossed arms, she looks serene. She looks goddamn sleepy while Hanzo is fucking her, driving into her until his sharp hips smack against her soft, little cheeks – and he can’t help but hiccup out a whine, high and pathetic as his balls draw up so sudden and tight that it hurts.

“Oh… did you come?” She lifts her head again, looks back at him out of the corner of her eye to stare at his red, flushed face. “Your cock just jumped, I mean-”

“N-No I don’t… I didn’t…” he is taken by surprise by her nonchalance; can’t believe this is happening – that she is doing this to him and it gets him so hot, eyes filling with tears of humiliation.

“Ah… alright-y, then. Just… take your time, I guess.”

She jawns again, long and jaw-cracking and Hanzo ruts forward without thinking about it, eyes widening in abject shock as he feels himself coming; so sudden and unexpected it hardly even registers as an orgasm.

“Oh man.. what a mess,” she whines, ass tilting up, apparently trying not to make him spill out of her. “You’re going to clean that up, right?”

He’s not even stopped coming and she’s already-

Hanzo groans deep in his throat, the corners of his eyes burning, humiliation washing through him hot and delicious.

God, he never knew he needed…..

what can I say; I just love cuckolding 76; I don’t know why

“Look how much he enjoys it,” Reaper’s voice is a sibilant hiss right into the good Soldier’s ear, both of them watching the display of Lúcio and Mako; the young man looking shockingly small in Roadhog’s embrace, back curved to a point of pain from the huge gut pressing into his back.

Roadhog shifts his short, sturdy legs apart and nudges his hips forward. He is not brutal in his fucking but he is negligent: holding Lúcio with one meaty hand hooked beneath his arm, the sausage-like fingers splayed across the young man’s chest.

Lúcio makes a soft sound when the cock is moved – a gurgling that almost seems like the coo of a pigeon as he embraces Hog’s huge forearm, holding on for dear life, his cock shiny at the tip and strings of sticky pre-cum slowly dripping to the floor.

The Soldier jerks forward at the strained noise but black tendrils curl around his biceps and pull him back.

“I said look, Morrison,” Reaper hisses dangerously, “not touch. What do you want to do anyway? You can’t give it to him as much as he needs it.”

Lúcio’s knees are trembling, his eyes looking glassy and wet. He seems close to crying, straining to push back and just managing a kitten weak shove. Roadhog snuffles – closer to a grunt – and moves his other hand, splaying it against the taut belly, the little finger just above the place where Lúcio’s abdomen was bulging gently from the cock nudging in deep and intimate.

“Your cock can’t do that,” Reaper hums. He sounds gleeful, one tendril sliding down and curling between the Soldier’s legs. “He’ll moan for you and whine and maybe even come but you know he does it just to humor you, don’t you? You couldn’t give it to him like that.”

Mako grunts softly again and lifts straightens from his hunched over position, simply lifting Lúcio with him, letting gravity work to sit him down the precious last inches of sturdy, fat cock he hasn’t been able to take yet.

Lúcio’s mouth falls open, cock jerking, legs feebly kicking as his feet lose connection to the ground.

“You know he’ll be thinking of this next time you try to wring a little pity orgasm out of him,” Reaper taunts, stroking the bulge he can feel, tendril lovingly cupping the hard ridge of the Soldier’s angry and reluctant erection. “Think of how wide he’s been spread on that fat cock. How it took days for his sweet little cunt to come back to normal. How good it hurt when that scary wide head finally popped it.”

The good Soldier is panting like a dog, watching Roadhog no longer fucking with his hips but with his hands, lifting and lowering Lúcio onto the short, wide cock – still long enough to push against his lower abdomen and give him a little belly.

“He’ll think of how warm he got filled. A nice, big load just for him alone. He’ll think of that the next time you rut him like a dog and leave him with just the unsatisfying afterglow of what he could really have.”

A thought has just struck me. McCree being cuckolded by Jack and Gabe. Just, like, naked and on his knees, hard little cock leaking into the wild mess of his pubes, being made to lick Gabe open before he gets pushed aside for Jack to fuck him senseless on his massive cock. Being made to lick the come out of Gabe while he and Jack sit their in their afterglow and debate letting the little cuck come.

oooohhh ssshhhiiiiieeet

yes

I bet Jesse would let himself get cuckolded so well???? like he’d have this really earnest facial expression and nod along as they tell him he can’t do jack shit with his big dumb cock, and jerk off so fervently while they do it.

bless you and that anon who were talking about roadhog/reaper because holy shit it’s been on my mind. Rutledge being rude and manhandling Reaper like a ragdoll so he can feel him up, admire his body or get him into whatever position he feels like. Jack’s off to the side thinking someone’s about to die- it’s Gabriel and you can’t just throw him around like that. until he realizes Gabe’s grinning because he never gets it like this, he’s loving it, and he wants a rude fuck so bad he can’t stand it

Jack can’t help but think that he had the best luck once his sleepy brain had caught up with the situation at hand: namely Rutledge fucking Gabriel on one of the couches in the rec room, deep dicking him into the cushions with powerful thrusts that were accompanied by low, earthy grunts.

He was almost sure Gabriel would have told him about the encounter (would have gloated how much cock he still got apart from Jack’s, purring at him how hard he came on other dicks, goading him into trying harder) but seeing it for himself was infinitely better.

He couldn’t keep from staring at Gabriel’s feet in the air; how big they were and how almost fucking dainty the looked now with Rutledge’s meaty fists curled around the ankles, keeping Reaper’s legs in the air and spread wide. He was helpless, scrabbling at the cushions, shirt rucked up into his armpits, taking Hog’s thrusts like a doll.

He wondered how it could’ve come to this. He’s left Gabriel watching some shitty TV show, feeling his age catching up with him and going to bed early – only to come back to this.

“You’re a lazy fuck,” Roadhog accused, hips stilling. His belly was looking ridiculously huge between Gabriel’s thighs; the smooth, tattooed expense rubbing against Reaper’s sweaty abs. Jack could just about see the swollen head of Gabriel’s cock peek out, smashed between their bellies. Everything looked slick and shiny.

“Yeah?” Gabriel sounded breathy. Almost simpering. Jack’s mouth ran dry, feet moving him closer. He saw the snout of Rutledge’s mask tilt in his direction for a moment but the huge man didn’t say anything to acknowledge him.

“Morrison spoiled the shit outta you. Couldn’t get a penny for a lazy whore like you. Get your ass up, c’mon.”

The last was accompanied with Hog letting go of Gabriel’s legs and stepping away, big cock sliding out with a wet, obscene sound. Jack’s sharp inhale got drowned out by Reaper’s whine and mad scramble to turn around, forcing his loose limbs into obedience. The thick muscles in his thighs were quivering, his dark eyes huge and sightless in a way Jack hadn’t seen yet.

Mako didn’t bother sliding back in right away. Rather, he stood for a while longer, huge fist around his cock, slowly jerking off while admiring the sight of Gabriel’s broad shoulders and wide hips. From the back, he was almost obscenely curvy.

Mako felt him up with one hand; the give of his ass and hardness of his thighs; the sweaty expanse of his belly. Jack watched as two thick fingers slide beneath the rucked up shirt and tug sharply at the sweaty hair under his arm, until Gabriel was squirming and biting into the cushion on the back of the couch.

He didn’t protest; probably was afraid Rutledge wouldn’t fuck him if he made too much of a fuss, and Jack wanted to know Mako’s secret.