12th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 5th Fill

McHanzo + Genji – continuation of this – rape tw; molestation; non con tw; stuck in a wall; yandere Genji; yandere McCree – Jesse can’t let the opportunity pass. (Don’t mind the setting of it being a training exercise… I can’t bother to come up with a reason why nobody finds them haha)

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Hanzo is silent, probably too shocked at this turn of events.

If he had thought Jesse would help him, he is sorely mistaken. He should’ve been less of an asshole to garner any sympathy, and even then Jesse is not quite sure whether he would have passed the opportunity to get his hands on the ass Hanzo has been so goddamn fucking stingy with.

Jesse finally holsters Peacekeeper.

“Seems like whoever was here just took a chance, hm? ‘Tis awfully rude of you to walk around with your balls swinging free. Can’t blame a fella for copping a feel.”

He looks up to the rafters where Genji has slotted himself into a little nook and is watching with what Jesse assumes is rapt attention. He winks at him, then hurriedly reaches for the free leg that is suddenly kicked out.

“McCree!” Hanzo’s voice is breaking hysterically and Jesse wishes he had some kind of recording because *damn* he could get off on just how panicked and indignant the prissy bitch is sounding now.

“Hey, hey… none o’ that now. We’re all civilized men, are we not?” It does not take much to push his training gear out of the way.

Hanzo’s hips jerk when his cock lands heavy and hot right against his tailbone. Jesse’s dick is polite like that: he’ll knock before entering.

“I think we’ll all come to an agreement.”

“What the *hell* are you talking about?” He can tell Hanzo wants it to sound a lot more cutting, but what actually reaches his ears sounds faint and a bit shaky. Like he’s close to tears. Jesse’s dick fills out more at the thought. It gets him unduly excited to think about Hanzo’s dark pretty eyes wet with tears, and if he weren’t so sure he’d bite like the bitch he is, he’d have him choking on his cock until he cried a long time ago.

“I’m talking about what it’ll take for me to keep quiet, ya feel?” He is moving his hips, dragging his cock along Hanzo’s cleft with self-indulgent slowness, one thumb pressing down on it to help keep in that nice little valley. “Ya wouldn’t like if the others found out what kind of nasty slut you are, I reckon. Since I got pictures and all of your fine ass parading around without any underwear on.”

He’s pretty sure, at least, that Genji has taken himself at least a souvenir.

“You can’t be-”

“Serious? Oh babydoll… I think you can tell just how serious I am.” Hanzo’s leg has become lax in his grip, and Jesse lets go of it in favor of grabbing his cock and slapping the fat tip against the flushed little opening that Genji has had a bit of a go at already. Hanzo makes a sound like he’s choking, his plump muscle clenching visibly against the threat of Jesse pushing in.

He’s been thinking about it for months now; wondering how tight he’d be; how warm and silky he’d feel wrapped around him and stretched to the absolute max.

How he’d sound, begging for mercy and whining about the big dick that is rudely fucking his stingy little cunt open until it is sloppy and stretched-out. He’d never have thought he’d actually get an opportunity to try it out, though. He probably wouldn’t have taken this stellar chance if not for Genji, bless his filthy little heart.

*This one’s for you, buddy*, he thinks, then muses aloud: “I don’t got much slick on me right now. So you just gotta breathe through it, y’ hear?”

He leans forward, generously spitting on Hanzo’s clenched pretty cunt – *not gonna be so pretty anymore when I’m done with it* – and grins at the undignified squeak he can just about hear on the other side of the crumbled wall.

There’s no more fighting; no more bitching – just a lot of whining and panting and trying to spread his thighs farther to make the fat cock forcing its way into him seem less impossible to take, and had Jesse known how easy it was to get Hanzo to just *shut up* for once, he’d have pulled him on his dick a lot sooner.

*Damn* it’s a tight fit, though. Jesse is gritting his teeth, the nails of his hand biting into Hanzo’s ass cheek as he shimmies his hips and tries to keep pushing inside, but the burn on his poor dick is immense, and Hanzo is clenching down like he’s trying to strangle his cock.

“C’mon,” Jesse hisses through his teeth. He unclenches his hand with some effort and brings it down in a hard, meaty slap against Hanzo’s ass. Hanzo jerks and cries out, and actually loosens up enough to let Jesse force his way deeper inside.

He feels like he’s trying to crawl dick first into Hanzo with how desperately he wants to grunt fuck into his belly – impossible on this little slick – and from the way Hanzo sounds – quietly hyperventilating on the other side – the prissy bitch probably has the same thoughts.

He wonders whether Hanzo will be less of an elitist bastard from now on. Whether he’ll be cowed the next time they have an argument, afraid of Jesse’s big dick. He does not think so. Doesn’t *hope* so.

He can only dream of the next time Hanzo opens mouth to be a mean fucking bastard just for Jesse to show him his place with his cock rooting around in his guts and rearranging them some.

So many new, exciting possibilities have opened themselves up in front of Jesse…

12th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 4th Fill

Reapzo – continuation of this – brain washing; exhibitionism; spit roasting – Reaper shows the Overwatch Agents how well he’s trained his new pet.

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The rubble beneath Hanzo’s knees and hands only hurts for a moment before Reaper slips silky tendrils across the hurting parts and shields him from the sharp edges.

He is confusingly nice like that: He will show Hanzo off to whoever damn well he pleases, humiliating him by forcing him to come again and again on slippery tendrils that fuck deep enough to bulge his belly, but he will also make sure he is not being *hurt* in the process; wrapping himself around him enough to keep him warm and secure from potential chafing.

Maybe Hanzo has been in his custody for too long, but it makes him feel all warm and… protected, even when blackness curls around his throat and forces his head up. Makes him look at the Overwatch Agents that stand a careful few feet away, staring with pale faces and gaping mouths.

His mouth drops open. He wants to say something. Apologize, maybe? Or tell them not to look? But Reaper knows what he is doing even before he himself knows it, and the ink on his throat slides up across his chin. Small tendrils fill his mouth, dragging against his tongue until Hanzo obediently licks at them. Lets himself get throat fucked by Reaper until his eyes go glassy and everything is nice and muted.

He barely registers that some of the Agents are calling out to him, and trying to get him to snap out of it; or answer their queries, maybe. He can’t, though; not with Reaper’s little tendrils tickling the back of his throat until he gags wet and lewd, his whole body rocking with it.

Hanzo stares at them, hot with humiliation and need. He’s ashamed to admit that Reaper has trained him to respond to the feeling of being naked and exposed to others; letting them see the swing of his fat, hard dick and how he angles his hips into the fucking.

Months ago this would have been unthinkable. Ludicrous, even. Now, after months of training and being conditioned, he can’t fathom not being filled by the silky blackness of his captor. He is addicted to the feeling of getting his insides spread out on Reaper until he feels almost nauseous.

The monster is feverishly hot; a constant, slow churning in his guts like a particularly lazy flow of magma, and this, too, had been something he had to get used to first and then became addicted to later. Hanzo feels so *cold* without Reaper fucking him; pushing fat, undulating tentacles into every orifice of his body until Hanzo is not sure anymore where one begins and the other ends.

He knows he should be mortified and humiliated, being exposed and shown off to his former colleagues and, yes, friends, but he can’t dredge up much inspiration for actual thought when Reaper is slipping into his loose, sloppy hole flirtatiously.

Hanzo groans when just the tip of the tentacle pushes inside, then pulls out again while more tentacles wrap around his thighs and pull them farther apart. He tries to turn his head and look back, whine at the amorphous mass that is behind him, but Reaper’s grip is unrelenting and keeps his head turned the way it is. Doesn’t let him look away from the pale, shocked faces, or the slowly dawning realization that Hanzo is actually not in *distress*.

As Hanzo stares into Mei’s face and watches her pretty, plump mouth drop open in an ‘oh’ of surprised understanding, Reaper’s tentacles start shifting.

Hanzo gets lifted off of all fours and turned around like he weighs nothing. When he starts struggling, a long, thick tentacle slips into his sloppy hole and presses gently against the swollen bump of his prostate – and just like that, his vague, pathetic attempts at fighting off the slick, velvety mass dissolve into nothingness.

He is held up like an offering, his arms stretched up above his head and held secure by the monster. His legs are spread, knees up and almost at his ribs. Reaper shows him off, and Hanzo obediently loves it, his cock prominently jerking and dribbling as he feels the stares of his former comrades on his body.

Reaper laps at him, warm little licks of his appendages that pull back only reluctantly because he wants to *touch* him, but he also wants to *show* him.

Hanzo’s hips get curved forward, his loose hole on display for their audience to watch as he gets slowly, intimately spread on a sleek tentacle. He gurgles wordlessly, mouth still open and used by Reaper, who had pulled back but is still idly petting across Hanzo’s tongue.

Reaper wants to show off his superiority and Hanzo couldn’t have stopped him even if he had wanted to. All he can do is play right into his hands, gurgling and drooling and trying to fuck himself on the cock-like tentacle that’s dipping into him at a rate that is not enough. Not nearly enough.

He imagines coming like this, in front of his erstwhile friends: with a monster fucking him deep enough that his belly bulges, orgasm rolling over him without a need for his cock to be touched.

Coming like he’s been *trained* to do, shameful and slutty – and when more tentacles slide across his pecs, flicking and lapping at his hard, needy nipples, he knows that he has no chance *but* to show off what he has learned.

Let them see how far the Shimada heir has fallen.

12th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 3rd Fill

EndHawks – continuation of this and this post – pregnancy kink; impregnation kink; dirty talk; crude; ABO; Alpha!Hawks; Omega!Endeavor – Hawks has all of it orchestrated because he has no shame, and he wants Endeavor on his dick that badly.

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Hawks is without shame. He stares right into Endeavor’s face while he pants and fucks his cock brutally into the tight channel of his fist. He even spreads his legs wider; lifts his hips. Shows off the swell at the base of his dick because he has no manners and thinks that his knot must be a gift to Omega-kind.

Endeavor can’t help but stare at it, one big hand still on the door handle, slowly making it melt against the palm of his hand. He is morbidly fascinated and deeply appalled to realize that the first instinctual reaction of his starved body is to *ache* for it. For that young, virile Alpha dick that is being presented to him shamelessly.

He must have planned this, Endeavor thinks muddily, nostrils flaring when the thick scent of aroused Alpha reaches him and makes his belly clench, his body – as mortifying as it is – *reacting* to the Alpha half his age. He’s announced his arrival. Hawks had known he would come to discuss a team-up, and still he’s decided to sprawl himself out on the expensive looking couch in his office, cock out and the pictures he had been jerking it to in his free hand.

He is staring at Endeavor with his unsettlingly sharp eyes. *Greedy* eyes. Eyes that travel from Endeavor’s face, slack in surprise and indecision, down to his chest where his tight hero uniform is stretched across his wide pectorals in a way that makes the fabric seemingly scream for mercy.

“Fuck,” Hawks finally sighs and his head falls against the backrest of the couch, his Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallows with some difficulty. “You got the best tits and they’re not even milky yet.”

Endeavor jerks on his feet, mildly recoiling before he can get himself back under control. He finally snatches his hand off the now deformed door handle and, with a slightly harried look behind him into the deserted floor, he slams the door shot.

“What on *earth* are you doing, you little twerp?!” he hisses. His face feels hotter than usual, even though his flames have sizzled out long ago.

He stares at the shameless Alpha, his body clenching and yearning for him. He’s got a nice cock, he realizes dully. Not very fat but long and still sturdy looking. Hawks is not the biggest of Alphas, so it was to be expected. Still, he holds himself like someone twice his size. He does not look alarmed in the least by the sudden temperature spike in the room or the huge Omega that looms over him. He grins sloppily, and makes a show out of fucking up into his fist. When Endeavor’s eyes flick down – drawn against his will by the Alpha cock; he does not have to wonder when the last time had been he’s gotten filled up and his needy insides drenched with hot cum; he very well remembers the night he made Rei fill him up with a belly full of Shoto – Hawks’ wrist flicks and he throws the pictures he’s been holding on to on the table.

He watches Endeavor’s reaction, but he barely registers it over the roar in his ears when he sees the badly taken, old polaroids.

They’re all of him; old, slightly shaky pictures that have been taken when he’s been pregnant with Shoto, his belly a gentle bulge beneath his hero costume, and his pecs already swollen and tender looking…

“You’re always so hot, Endeavor-san, but there’s nothing quite like you fat with a pup and practically bursting with milk.”

Endeavor jerks out of the stupor he’s been in. The roar in his ears does not abate. He stares at the pictures, incredulous at the sheer daring of Hawks, then up at the Alpha who is still staring at his body, hungry and lewd.

The flames around his face spring to life and fizzle out just as quickly. His whole body sputters, his Quirk not obeying him as his first instinct – to get on his knees and lap at the fingers of the young Alpha, wet with salty pre-cum – wars with his other impulse to pop Hawks’ head between his large palms like a goddamn grape.

“I want to fill you up, Endeavor-san,” Hawks purrs. His wings are trembling, spread out long and luxurious on both sides of the couch. A few cheeky feathers slide loose to caress along Enji’s cheeks and tickle beneath his chin. “I want to fuck another pup into your belly. I bet your cunt is so nice and loose from all those kids you’ve already had. Super soft and welcoming, yeah? God, I love sloppy Omegas. They really know how to treat a cock right. Know how to get all that cum out, right?”

He’s fucking his fist again. Showing off how virile he is as his usually lilting voice becomes a bit deeper and rougher. Enji’s ears burn. He is pretty sure there is smoke curling from them, just as there is from his nostrils. His insides feel liquid hot with a confusing mixture of hate and anger and… lust.

Hawks’ cock in his fist sounds wet and lewd.

“I wanna get you nice and fat. Wanna suck on your milky tits the whole fucking day. Bet you’re such a slut in bed. You’d beg for Alpha dick, wouldn’t you, Endeavor-san? Get all whiney and desperate for it? Fuck, I want to jerk off on your big belly. Rub my cum into your skin so you stink of freshly bred Omega whore-”

Hawks’ face twists into something like agony as he comes, pumping hot cum over his fist, and Endeavor can’t do anything but stand there, impotent with rage and confusion, and try not to squirm with how shamefully wet he has gotten.

12th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 2nd (+9th) Fill

McCree/76/Reaper – Continuation of this – werewolves!Jesse and Gabriel; transman 76; use of the word cunt (and also dick); PIV; overstimulation; sloppy seconds; mention of watersports; oral

jumbo fill for those two prompts

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When Jesse finally pulls out, it is accompanied by a punched-out grunt from the Soldier and a deluge of watery cum that is being pushed out of his inflamed feeling hole. It seems like an obscene amount is dribbling back out of his stretched-out cunt, sliding down and warming his cock that is still painfully stiff and needy despite him having come on Jesse’s cock with a deep, aching orgasm centered right where the werewolf’s long cock had lodged inside his guts.

Jack lets his head hang, panting, tongue near lolling as he lets himself slide down onto his hands and knees. Both wolves were too big to comfortably mount him while kneeling down, but also too heavy for him to properly carry when forced onto the balls of his feet.

Getting fucked by Jesse and Reyes during their transformation is always a push and pull between utter addiction and bone-deep exhaustion.

He feels tacky, and only part of it is from sweat. He has to reek from Gabriel’s piss, but he can’t even smell it anymore. He glances towards the doors of the safe room, but everything is blurry and it is difficult to concentrate on much besides the way his cunt tries to contract again when it has been stretched out on Jesse’s fat doggy knot and will remain so for a considerable while yet.

He is suitably sure that the doors should be sufficient in blocking out the thick stench of dog, sex, and… piss.

He hopes so, at least.

A warm, silky tongue against his cheek, jerks him out of his muddled thoughts. He groans and tries to turn his head away, but Jesse is insistent, nudging his way in and searching for it until Jack has to capitulate with a broken whine, mouth half open and tongue lolling as he lets himself get kissed by an amorous werewolf. Jesse’s tongue is warm and soft and filling his mouth deep enough to make him choke on it. The wolf doesn’t care about him drooling, and he’s suitably sure the man wouldn’t care either. Jesse does not care about a lot of things as long as he gets to put his big dick into a warm, willing hole and can snuggle up to whoever he is humping.

Jesse is licking into his mouth again, deep and intrusive, when he jerks from a second tongue at his aching, fucked-out cunt. He’s forgotten about Gabriel. The werewolf has taken up Jesse’s place and sniffed interestedly at the warm, messy space still dripping with Jesse’s cum before deciding to have a taste of it.

Jack whines, blearily staring into nothingness as big, warm wolf tongues fill him from front and back, his cock getting bathed and occasionally gently cradled in the soft canine tongue as Gabriel seemingly tries to lick all the cum out of him that has been deposited in his aching guts by Jesse’s deep, enthusiastic humping.

When Jesse finally lets him be, Jack feels… wrecked. His biceps are shaking miserably, body already on the verge of collapse even though the night is still young and he’s only had Jesse so far.

For a second he wonders – hopes – in his muddled thoughts that Gabriel might not want to mount up; that he does not appreciate the sloppy seconds that Jesse has left for him…

But then a warm, furry weight descends on his back, and shatters the illusion. Gabriel is just as massive as Jesse is, but he is more willing to accommodate Jack’s fatigue, so when Jack tries and fails to make his trembling muscles work and push his ass up for a new breeding, Gabriel nips at the back of his neck and presses down until his arms slide out from under him and he has to lie his head on the floor with a quiet wheeze.

Gabriel’s cock is hot and wet whenever it hits the backs of his thighs. It leaves wet dabs on his skin, and whenever it comes close to Jack’s cunt, he flinches automatically away; he feels raw and swollen, like Gabriel will never be able to fit that monster cock into him, but every now and again their cocks touch and he can feel the electricity from having Gabriel’s overly hot wolf cock slap against his own swollen dick into the very tips of his toes.

Then finally, Gabriel’s cock catches at the aching rim of his hole, and he pushes in deep with one rushed thrust, obviously chasing it before Jack can curl his hips away again. Jack throws his head back on a rough scream, nerve endings alight as his insides squeeze down on Gabriel’s wolf cock. His walls are so swollen Gabriel feels twice as thick as usual as he makes place inside Jack’s warm guts.

With his head up, he also sees that Jesse has laid himself down in front of him, easily rolled onto his side to present his red, wet cock as he lifts his hind leg, his big eyes managing to look both begging and *expecting*.

Jack, reeking of wolf piss and being rocked on another fat cock as Gabriel dicks him with surprisingly patient movements, can’t even dredge up the inspiration to put up a fight. He sighs and lowers his head between Jesse’s hind legs, thinking somewhere in the back of his head how nice it had been of Jesse to come close enough that Jack does not have to move much to suck his own juices off the big warm canine cock.

Jesse tastes salty and musky, pre-cum still dribbling – or dribbling *again* – from the tapered tip as Jack slowly laps down towards the furry sheathe. He would like to pop the tender looking knot into his mouth; just a nice little cherry size now, but before he can get there, it has slipped back into the warm enclosure of Jesse’s sheathe, and Jack can’t muster up the coordination needed to reach for it with a hand.

Gabriel on his back is fucking with awkward tilting motions that are probably owed to him having to bend down to dick Jack, but he is diligently at it all the same.

They might look ferocious, and their thought processes might not be all that logical all the time – neither are Jack’s at the moment, come to think of it – but they are a lot more intelligent than people would give them credit for.

Gabriel, for example, is dragging his warm tongue along Jack’s broad shoulders whenever he can feel his insides tense and tremble, clenching down all of a sudden when the sleek canine cock hits a particularly sore spot that Jesse had worked over already.

They are as nice about the whole thing as can be, Jack supposes, deliriously lapping at Jesse’s dick. He tries to suck him off eventually, but all he manages is to offer up his loose mouth as a warm hole, liberally drooling as Jesse awkwardly humps against the inside of his cheek, whining pitifully because he is a lazy bastard.

Jack’s thighs feel raw, his cock so swollen it *hurts*. His body starts fucking awkwardly, humping a bit as if trying to drive into a nicely cushioned hole himself, but the fact that there is no friction whatsoever besides the insistent mind-numbing pressure caused by Gabriel’s dick is making him surprisingly whiney.

He always gets like that when he’s out of it. It is embarrassing; humiliating, even, but he can’t help his usually deep, rough voice to become all simpering and high, his cunt *aching* and his ass and cock too neglected.

Every now and then, Jesse manages to awkwardly hump deep enough to make him gag with wet, clicking glottal sounds that seem to excite the big, young wolf because every time it happens, it is followed by a mouth full of watery dog cum that dribbles out of the side of Jack’s lax mouth.

Damn, but he’s a mess. Every time he thinks he has his shit together, but they always prove him wrong within *minutes*.

Everything seems hot and swollen, and a delicious kind of panic from being constantly filled on both ends makes him a bit light headed and trembling.

When Gabriel hops off of him, he doesn’t even realize it until cold air washes across his back. He is confused; suitably sure that Gabriel hasn’t knotted and pumped him full yet, but then again he’s so fucked out that he’s taken to putting his head on Jesse’s warm, furry belly and letting him hump against his cheek and temple without doing much.

And then he feels it: Gabriel’s tongue between his legs, studiously licking from his aching, neglected cock up to his asshole where he focuses, trying to push that soft tongue in while Jack feels sloppy and used up, his bladder so full that he dazedly wonders how much his wolves would like it if he just pissed himself right now.

Good old Gabriel. Always looking out for his brother-in-arms. The pup still has a lot to learn how to maintain their willing fucktoy.

12th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 1st Fill

Naomasa/AllMight – frottage; size difference; clothed sex; semi-public; gentle dirty talk – Naomasa and AllMight are high on apprehending a villain…

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“You have to be quiet, my friend! Lest they hear us!” AllMight booms, a laugh clear in his deep voice. He leans forward, bracing himself against the rough brick wall with his elbow as he tries to peer into Naomasa’s face.

His cheeks are a deep red, forehead glinting with sweat as he tries – and fails – to get more than the very tip of one shoe onto the ground. He awkwardly sways on AllMight’s huge, fat thigh, but his arms behind his back, held casually by one of AllMights large hands, keeps him more than secure from toppling to the ground.

Next to them, an unconscious villain lies in the dirt, knocked out for good by AllMights meaty fist, and bound with Naomasa’s handcuffs.

Further down, at the mouth of the alleyway, people walk past occasionally in the cool afternoon sun.

“Y-Yagi,” Naomasa grunts, back arching. He topples forward – controlled; all controlled by AllMight’s firm grip on him – and leans his cheek against the brick wall. He’s gasping for air and trying once again to get a foot on the ground. Instead, he only manages to squeeze the needy line of his cock against the hard, warm muscles of AllMight’s fat thigh.

“You are so flushed, my friend! Are you not well?” AllMight’s voice is a little more subdued but still *too loud*, and Naomasa can’t help but whine, squirming as he tries to shake his head, grinding his forehead into the rough stone of the wall.

“Not… you can’t be so *loud*,” he whines, then gasps when AllMight shifts behind him, the motion making his thigh push up, completely lifting Naomasa off the ground now. He sees stars as his whole weight seems to push his cock down against the firm muscle, his legs – stick thin in comparison to AllMight’s ridiculous bulge – kicking around uselessly before trying to curl around him and find some kind of leverage. “What if… what if they see?” he hiccups out next, a helpless moan jolting out of him as AllMight curls his huge body above him.

Shielding him from the mouth of the alley – though his costume is too iconic to offer any real discretion.

He leans his shoulder against the brick wall and uses his freed hand to urge Naomasa farther up his thigh.

Stars explode in front of the officer’s eyes when his dick drags along the warm, hard muscle, the fabric of his underwear soaked and clinging to the head of his needy cock. It takes him a breath or two to realize that he’s now almost nestled in AllMight’s lap, the #1 hero’s cock pressing very warm and very insistent and *very* big against his ass and lower back.

From the feel of it, it must have fought its way out of the cup AllMight is undoubtedly wearing, and he wishes he had the coordination to look back and see whether AllMight is just as affected by all of this as he. Whether he looks just as ruined as Naomasa feels he has to, riding AllMight’s thigh and getting off indecently fast just because they’re in a dirty alley next to an apprehended villain…

Right out… in the open…

“Naughty,” AllMight whispers what Naomasa has been thinking, his voice, for once, pitched into a low, intimate murmur as he makes himself bend down so he can croon it right against the poor officer’s ear.

Naomasa shudders bodily, goosebumps spreading along the dip of his spine. His nipples become hard, needy points that push against the slightly scratchy fabric of his white, unassuming shirt.

AllMight’s grip on his arms loosens, and then lets go completely. Naomasa sags against the wall, his arms uselessly flopping at his sides. He has no control over his body anymore. His feet aren’t on the ground, and his weight presses his dribbling, twitching cock into AllMight’s thigh.

AllMight’s hand slides forward, his sausage fingers carefully pinching Naomasa’s slim tie between two fingertips. He brings it back over Naomasa’s shoulder, and the next moment, gentle pressure starts across his throat.

Naomasa gurgles, not because his air is starting to get cut off, but because he’s lost any semblance of control over his own body, and the shame of it all – of being rendered incoherent by nothing more than AllMight’s thick thigh between his legs to rub off on – has him flush unnaturally hot.

Sweat is sliding down his cheeks; dripping from the tip of his nose. AllMight has him completely and he’s not doing more than offer up his sturdy body for Naomasa to sit on. Behind him, he can hear AllMight’s breath; harder and deeper than usual.

The thought that he is doing this to the #1 hero; that he has him hot and bothered, his cock a warm, intimidating line along Naomasa’s lower back, has him go dizzy.

He realizes that he is close to coming into his pants like some high school kid, and tries to drag himself away from the precipice by the skin of his teeth. He is slowly on his way to fourty. He will not come in his pants.

He will not get them sticky hot with his cum just because AllMight bounced him on his thigh like a particularly benign grandpa, panting into his ear and shielding them both with his wide back from view of others.

Except that he will… and is, in fact, already doing it, body gone stiff and white noise filling his ears as his balls pulse and the hot, sticky mess starts filling the hot, tacky space around his dick.

The orgasm makes his muscles lethargic and even more unresponsive than before. He barely even notices AllMight holding on to him, keeping him from toppling to the floor while he subtly ruts against his back to his own completion…

Project Bliss – Prologue

This was the reward for the 3+$ tiers on Patreon in uh… September, I think. The beginning of my original porny story, Project Bliss ❤

What it is about in a nutshell: Dan’s slow bisexual awakening and him finding his place in a threesome that consists of him + the happily married couple Mia and Dean. Basically a lot of bara + cuckolding + good times. (And Dan having existential crises)

It’s Saturday and they have nothing better to do than sit on the couch, watch dating shows, and relax.

Or, well – Dan is sitting on the couch, watching dating shows, and relaxes, while Mia is crouched between his knees and experiments around while she listens idly to what is going on behind her.

Dan grunts and shifts, face twisting with discomfort. He reaches down, thick fingers searching clumsily for Mia’s mop of hair. When he finally finds it, he pats her head.

“Careful with those teeth.”

She makes a disgruntled sound, but pulls away and sits back on her heels, glancing at him over the hairy swell of his gut. Dan looks back while the TV plays behind her. Her fingers are around his cock in lieu of her mouth, just keeping him warm in her palm while she works her jaw, eyebrows drawn together in annoyance. She’s been trying to swallow his balls alongside his cock for the past half hour and only managed to liberally drool over everything.

At least he has a towel beneath his ass.

Everything is wet with spit. He doesn’t quite know why she’s put it in her head to go and try something like that, but here they are. She’s a grown ass woman and he’s not going to fight her over trying to suck his dick in weird ways as long as it doesn’t involve her teeth.

He reaches for her, which is in and off itself difficult with the way he is slumped on the couch, but she makes it easier for him by putting her cheek against his belly while she slowly starts jerking him off, keeping that nice warm feeling of arousal up. Dan plays with a few strands of hair that have escaped her messy ponytail and tucks them behind her ear, eyes drifting up to the TV when the audience of the show starts booing.

“What’s happened?” Mia murmurs, tongue poking at the aching corner of her mouth. She changes her grip, curling her fingers beneath his testicles and dragging her thumb along the silky space between them and his cock.

“She dumped her,” he mutters, frowning. Mia’s head whips around. She pulls in a sharp, hissing breath. She wants to start on a tirade, he can tell, but suddenly she turns back around, face scrunched up in annoyance.

“Fucking hell,” she whispers, then ducks back down, rubbing her cheek a bit violently against the blunt head of his cock, smearing sticky pre-cum and spit against her face. Dan grunts again and digs his heels against the ground, shoving himself into more of a sitting position.

What is she up to now?

“Mia…”

“Let me try something, okay?”

He grunts. He’s wary, and he wants to shoot his load, but usually Mia’s experiments are pretty good so he takes a deep breath and lets his head hang over the edge of the couch, staring blearily at the ceiling while he can feel her change tactics.

Her warm mouth slowly shoves over his dick, slick and welcoming, the tip of her tongue tickling against his frenulum. It’s nice, but nothing new. Mia’s good at sucking dick because she loves doing it, but it also keeps him vaguely on edge.

What is she up to?

She idly dips her tongue into his foreskin, then pulls back with an obscene slurp. Her fingers drag across his shaft, spreading her spit, then her mouth is back, sliding silky and smooth down his dick until he gets that familiar feeling of having to pull his gut out of the way; as if she wouldn’t be able to fit.

It makes him a bit antsy, until her now wet fingers move away and he can feel the tickle of her carefully modulated breath against his pubes. She always manages despite the thick swell of his belly. He doesn’t know why it still surprises him, but-

And there it is. Her experiment.

Dan jerks, one leg kicking out and nearly hitting her when one of her wet, curious fingers wriggles behind his balls and touches his asshole before he can form a coherent thought.

“Mia-” he wants to grab at her, but he kind of… doesn’t. He shifts his hips, feeling his cock flex as her slick finger drags unselfconsciously across the tight clench of his hole. He almost gets embarrassed feeling her blunt fingernail scratch through the hair there – as if he has to apologize for not shaving beforehand; not that she ever complained about how hairy he is.

Mia hums. She sounds as happy as she can with a cock pressing into the warm clench of her throat and her pristine little finger nearly up a man’s ass.

Dan feels weird. Jumpy and nervous and tickly and hot. Mia pushes with no intention to shove in, and he grunts again. He lifts a hand to rub across his face and slaps himself unintentionally because it is suddenly very hard to coordinate any part of his body when he’s focusing so hard on the hot feeling of imminent orgasm between his legs.

Suddenly, Mia pops off his cock and puts her head on his thigh like a kitten, second hand coming up and jerking him.

When she speaks again, her voice is throaty. Turned on.

“Your hole’s so tight. Like a li’l virgin.” And then she adds while his cock shamefully flexes in her hand: “Dean likes it, too, when I play with his ass.”

Dan digs the heels of his hands against his closed eyes, groaning as he comes in thick, warm splashes, her patient finger still exerting that tantalizing pressure against his twitching hole.

11th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 10th Fill

Gabriel/McCree/Hanzo/Soldier76 – continuation of this fic – loss of virginity; threesome; anxiety; body worship; chub worship – Jack takes Jesse’s virginity

They’re all over him. Three big scary men, muscular and intimidating, are crawling all over Jesse, grabbing at him, growling how *hot* he is in their deep, rough voices, and Jesse can’t keep track of any of it.

His cock had been in a nice, warm mouth, so soft and warm, allowed to fuck Gabriel fucking Reyes’ face until he’d unloaded all that pent-up need, and now he feels… numb, almost. Dazed. His dick is cold now, lying wet and still a bit chubby against his thigh while someone is rubbing their beard against his cheek and someone else is grabbing at his pecs, squeezing them like a pair of tits and giving his dark, plump nipples a pinch until he’s panting like a dog in the hot desert sun.

He feels something hard squeeze at his lower belly and he makes a high, wavering sound of nervous giddy when he realizes one of them is biting at him. It is not hard; almost gently testing it out, and Jesse can only wheeze, weakly grabbing at whatever warm swell of muscle he can reach.

Someone kisses him, all soft and intrusive, and he only knows it is Gabriel because he can taste himself on his tongue when it cautiously but insistently pushes into him. He does not have to do much other than *let them*, and it makes him feel all dizzy and warm.

A hand slides between his thighs, urging them farther apart, and after a second of indecision, Jesse throws his legs apart. Shows himself off to them.

Gabriel keeps kissing him deep and slow, so he can’t lift his head and have a look, but he can hear Hanzo make a curious sound between a groan and a purr.

“How… indecent…”

Gabriel finally pulls back, a line of saliva connecting their mouths until he drags his thumb across Jesse’s lips. His brown eyes are all soft and warm and gentle in a way that makes Jesse feel gooey inside.

He glances down and sees Jack in the process of slipping between his thighs. Hanzo is crouching next to him, his hand on Jesse’s chubby belly, thumb mindlessly rubbing back and forth across the thick hair there while he watches the old Soldier settle in.

They’re so intently staring, Jesse can’t help but flush again, dull and embarrassed. Humiliation wants to make him close his knees again, but there are hands on his legs, holding him open.

They don’t give him the opportunity to shield himself from them.

Jack’s pale eyes land on his ruddy red face as Jesse feels his palm against his ass and one of his fingers slip between the hairy cheeks to press against his hole.

Anxiety skyrockets. He knows he has to look ridiculous with his face a dark brick red. He wants to apologize, stupidly, for not shaving properly before coming to them – as if he could have predicted any of this – but the Soldier interrupts him before he can make any sound.

“I will fuck you,” he tells him; and even though it has not been formulated as a question to be debated, his rough voice does do a small lilt at the end. When Jesse does not react, Jack’s eyes go heavy lidded and he leans forward, one hand grabbing at Jesse’s belly, squeezing the fat there, the other starting to rub more insistently at Jesse’s hole.

“I’m gonna open you up for the others. Get your pretty virgin cunt stretched on a big dick. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Get opened up nice? Let us fuck you sloppy?”

Jesse’s mouth drops open but no sound comes out. He’s a man well on his way to his fifties, and he feels *ridiculous*, but they don’t give im any time to think anything other than ‘please please please’. Hanzo keeps him from having to answer by leaning down, one hand carefully plucking at Jesse’s fat, sensitive nipples as he kisses him, distracting from what is about to happen.

.o.

Jack has tried fucking him on his back with Gabriel behind him, his thick thighs pushed underneath his shoulder blades to let him watch as the first cock got squeezed into the tight, needy clench of his body, but as soon as Jesse got a good look at what the Soldier is packing, he’s become too squirmy and nervous for it.

In the end, Jack let him go with a gentle pat to Jesse’s rump, the three men watching as the gunslinger rolled onto his belly with all the nervous energy coursing through him.

It’s easier like that. He can curl his thick arms around Gabriel’s middle and hold on for dear life as Jack shuffles close and begins carefully, slowly fucking his first real dick into him.

He lifts his ass up all on his own at the first dull press to his very slick hole. It’s a natural response, maybe, or just wholly accidental, but it’s a nice view nonetheless for the other three who grunt in appreciation as the nice round rump gets shown off to them.

Hanzo slides beneath Jesse, cheekily tonguing at the swollen head half hidden inside the generous fold of his foreskin, and McCree makes a sound like he’s choking, his thighs immediately starting to tremble as he realizes that he can’t let himself just fall now.

He’s effectively locked in place by a cruel little tongue at his cock and a big, warm dick at his hole, carefully fucking into him in little increments while Jesse not quite howls against Gabriel’s belly.

He hiccups and whines, his usually smooth deep voice gone high and boyish as he gets spread on his first cock, all the while Hanzo’s tongue is bathing his dick without showing any inclination to at least let him fuck quick and uneducated between his lips.

He comes too quick, again. Messy and pre-mature, even before Jack has properly speared him on even half that massive cock Jesse has seen earlier; and he feels like his own body is betraying him, because they must have wrung him dry but don’t look like they are anywhere near done with him.

He whimpers.

Gabriel pets across his hair.

11th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 9th Fill

McCree/Shimadacest – older McCree; younger Shimadabros; daddy kink; cockslut Hanzo; cockslut Genji – McCree is way too old for these two and their shenanigans.

Hanzo is draped against McCree’s side, trying his best to distract him from Genji’s lewd, enthusiastic… *sounds* as he bounces his ass on daddy’s dick like one of those girls in the rap videos he likes to watch on his phone. It looks… obscene and dishonorable and gets a big, rough hand petting down his bowed spine for his trouble because daddy obviously likes what he’s seeing.

And Hanzo is jealous.

McCree knows that, of course. It is not difficult to notice when the usually taciturn young man suddenly is all over him, mouthing wet and sloppy at his neck just below his beard,sucks at his ear lobe and generally tries to nudge his way in front of McCree’s face to make him look at *him* instead of the obscene stretch of Genji’s wet, flushed little hole wrapped so nicely around his dick.

Keeping him nice and warm as he doesn’t have to do more than sit there and let the little bundle of energy work his magic on him.

“There, there, Sugartits,” McCree croons, other big hand coming up to pat Hanzo on the head like an especially cute puppy. “There’s enough t’ go around for the both of you, hm? No need to be pushy ‘bout it.”

Hanzo’s face darkens and after a second and Genji being especially loud and doing something with his inner muscles that makes McCree *grunt*, he pulls back and crosses his arms.

McCree chuckles, strangled and breathless, and Hanzo watches out of the corner of his eyes as he moves to get his knees beneath him. Genji scrabbles at the bedding as daddy suddenly curls across his back, pushing his cock in deeper, and Hanzo only looks out of the corner of his eyes, burning up with jealousy.

*He* wants to be the one hanging off of McCree’s fat, ruddy cock right now. *He* wants to be the one feeling the rough hair of his belly scratch across his back as he gets fucked slow and deep and intense because McCree fucks like an old truck with ignition problems.

What he *does* get is McCree laughing at him and reaching for his knee with one big hand.

“Christ. C’mere. You are ridiculous.”

Hanzo fights at that, but not enough to dislodge McCree. He *wants* to be caught, after all.

Daddy manhandles him around without pulling free from Genji’s warm, trembling insides, and soon Hanzo is on his knees next to his brother, biting at the bedding as McCree nudges thick rough fingers into him, wide hairy knuckles pushing his tender rim open wide.

It’s a bit uncoordinated at first – McCree seems to have to recall some long forgotten skill until he can make it work to simultaneously fuck Genji and finger Hanzo deep… but eventually he hits his stride and the brothers eye each other out of the corner of their eyes as they bump shoulders and mewl like kittens.

“There ya go,” McCree purrs above them. He spreads his fingers inside Hanzo, pressing into the slick, warm walls, and Hanzo cries out, back bowing as he shuffles his knees farther apart, pressing into Genji who grins at him and shoves back.

It’s easier and more difficult like this for McCree.

Hanzo no longer is a little needy bitch about wanting his dick, which is nice, but he’s not calculated in how much the brothers could be little bastards.

Genji, even when drooling from a fat cock spreading him open and rearranging his insides, is nothing but trouble, and Hanzo is a grateful victim because he can’t think of much past the immense stretch of his rim once McCree gives in and gives him what he wants.

Genji has a glint in his eye like he’s planning something mean, and McCree has to lean forward with a groan and grab at his hair to pull his head back and give him something else to focus on.

He’s too goddamn old for two young headstrong – and cockhungry – men like them but he’s also too greedy to let anybody else have at them.

At least they’re somewhat appeased with a cock in their guts, or, in Hanzo’s case, with anything that just stretches him nice.

McCree has had a few amusing toys – and just overall… things – inside him just to tide him over until he’s fucked Genji into some semblance of sleepiness.

Like this, they’re inordinately cute. When they stop fighting for one damn second and just purr and coo over getting fucked by *daddy*; drooling into the bedding like some seasoned whores as they wait for what Jesse gives them like good boys.

Anything as long as their needy rims are spread and their bellies filled.

“Daddy…” He looks over at Hanzo who has his face mostly hidden in his arms, just glancing at him with one glittering eye.

He grunts because there’s not enough air in his lungs to do anything else other than sound vaguely questioning while he dutifully pulls Genji’s hair and fucks into him. His fingers have become mostly still by now, but Hanzo does not need much once he’s in the right mindset. He’ll be happy with everything he gets.

“I want to be filled up, though…”

Jesse groans and lets his head fall forward against the back of Genji’s shoulder. It’s their usual argument; Hanzo and Genji whining for McCree’s cum in tandem, while he feels like his heart is going to break because how the fuck is he supposed to give them both what they want?

They’re going to kill him one day.

“Later, babydoll. Later,” he wheezes, trying to appease Hanzo, but deep down he knows, they’ll both be mewling for it in way too short a time.

11th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 8th Fill

McCree/Soldier76/Reaper – trans man 76; Jesse and Reaper are werewolves; watersports; PIV; use of the word cunt; 300 words – Jesse and Gabriel are allowed to mount Jack but they’re just… so big.

(I tried to fit as much of your prompt into those 300 words. I hope you enjoy it!)

Jesse and Gabriel are as gentle as they can be, but the fact remains that they’re both simply huge when they’re transformed, and their cocks display that fact.

Jack knows they don’t want to make him hurt; that they spend hours licking him with their broad, warm tongues, getting the crack of his ass and the warm gash of his cunt wet with saliva just so everything would slip in smoothly when they finally mount up on the smaller human, but when Jesse knots and swells inside him until he is sure to rip, Jack can’t help the hoarse, throaty whimper.

Gabriel’s head snaps up from where he’s been lying on his side in front of him, watching the proceedings, and as Jesse freezes above him, the other werewolf gets up on all fours. He could walk on his hind legs, of course, but like this he is closer to Jack who so very generously offers up all his holes for them to use; to fuck and pump him full of warm, watery canine cum.

Above him, Jesse becomes nervous, whining and shifting, which only makes the knot tug harder at Jack’s walls, spread so impossibly wide.

He cries out, digging his fingers into the soil, and Gabriel snarls at Jesse until he freezes again. His big cock is flexing inside Jack’s belly, pumping out another wave of cum.

Gabriel slinks around them, then noses behind Jack’s ear, trying to comfort him when all Jack can think about is how Jesse’s dick will stretch him out and leave him so very, very sloppy…

Gabriel gets a weird look in his eyes, head tilting as he noses one last time against Jack’s hot cheek, then he turns and lifts his head. The first splash of hot piss startles Jack bad enough, before he groans, throwing the big black wolf an incredulous, fucked out look.

That’s your way of comfort?!

It works, though, embarrassingly enough; getting Jack warm and comfortable and strangely subby from the whole experience until his inner muscles go slack again from their cramp and everything becomes good once more.

11th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 7th Fill

McCree/Lúcio/Reyes – continuation of this – loss of virginity; sloppy seconds; sleepy sex – finally it’s Jesse’s turn. Lúcio is very generous.

Gabriel looks like he’s about to pass out, lying sprawled across the foot of the bed, arm thrown across his eyes. His cock resting against his big, muscular thigh; soft and still wet from fucking Lúcio within an inch of his life.

Jesse knows because he’s watched it happen; had to sit still and listen to Lúcio make the darndest of sounds as he got speared on his first ever dick and got his belly made hot and tingly by it.

And now Jesse has to keep sitting, cock hard enough to hammer a nail while the kid is draped across one of his thick thighs and seems just as out of it as Reyes does. More so, maybe; he’s become all tuckered-out and quiet long before Gabriel’s thrust stuttered to a halt and he filled him up to the brim, stuttering something about the kid’s insides feeling like goddamn magma, and how they’re still trembling and milking him like a pro.

He is staring at the kid and wondering muddily in his desperation whether he shouldn’t just use his wet little mouth to get off; maybe push against his plush, slack lips and drag his dick against his tongue until he shoots off.

Or maybe he should jerk himself with Lúcio’s hair. It looks soft and thick… He’s sure Lúcio wouldn’t mind. He has yet to see him become actually angry. He’d probably laugh it off when he wakes up, forehead tacky and sticky with cum, one eye glued shut because it dripped down towards his nose and McCree was too busy taking photos instead of wiping it off…

Goddamn, but he’s horny and needy, and fuck Gabriel for using the little virgin up before Jesse could have a go at that creamy little hole.

Just before he finally makes his mind up, fingers already playing with one thick dreadlock, Lúcio suddenly stirrs.

He groans and turns his head, nuzzling briefly into Jesse’s hairy thigh before throwing him a small glance out of the corner of one tired eye.

As Jesse watches, Lúcio looks around, spotting Gabriel sprawled out and just barely-not sleeping, then he looks back to Jesse and his cock, still so very hard and ruddy.

He pushes himself up on shaking arms, and then he does the darndest thing: he turns around on the spot between Jesse’s splayed thighs and drops his upper body back down against the mattress.

Jesse finds himself confronted with the sloppy gape of that gorgeous, freshly defiled hole and damn but *bless this filthy boy’s big heart* because Lúcio is glancing back at him and swaying his ass from side to side, and, when Jesse doesn’t react quick enough he purrs: “Please?”

Bless him. Bless him, bless him, bless him.

They bounce the bed as Jesse tries to get his legs beneath him without dislodging Lúcio between them, and Gabriel grunts and throws them a miffed look until he realizes what is happening, and his face changes to polite interest as he turns on his side and props his head up with one arm to watch.

Finally, Jesse is behind Lúcio, and has his big hands on the kid’s trim hips. He stares down at the wet little muscle, just a bit of cum oozing out, and he uses a thumb to idly rub it into the skin until Lúcio purrs for him and makes little needy noises.

He does not need prep now. He’s plenty wet and stretched and fucked, and Jesse has always been a good sport about coming in second. Sloppy holes can be the most grateful, he’s learned in the past, and Lúcio, thankfully, is no different.

He purrs like a motorboat as Jesse starts pressing in. There’s none of the twitching and whining involved when he has to adjust to a big dick; instead he takes it like a good slut and holds nice and still as Jesse fills him up, gliding on the generous amount of slick Gabriel has deposited in him before.

When he’s seated, though, life comes back into the little slut. Lúcio looks back at him, his tongue poking out thoughtlessly between his lips; showing off the little piercing that has started it all.

He’s frowning mildly, though not in displeasure. He seems surprised by how big Jesse feels, even after taking Gabriel, and Jesse grins at him slow and smug. He drags a hand along Lúcio’s spine and croons at him wordlessly as begins to fuck like that; hunched over and curled above him, dicking him slow and deep and gentle to let Lúcio feel how good it can be to have a dick dragging along the swollen walls of his guts.

Lúcio gurgles and puts his head down on his arms, but there’s no way he can sleep when Jesse is slowly and intensely fucking the cum inside his belly frothy until it starts dripping out of him.

Gabriel is watching with his eyes heavy lidded and sleepy. He has a fist around his cock, but it does not get more than mildly interested in the proceedings. He’s never looked more like a predator to Jesse, though.

He’s surprised how much he enjoys the quiet attention; getting watched as he gives it to Lúcio good, albeit slow.

It is Jesse’s specialty, really; just letting his big cock work its magic without having to do much himself. Lúcio sure as hell is appreciative of it. He’s started whining now, probably realizing how taxing it is to go two times in a row, but not willing to stop it, either.

A true little cockslut.