9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 8th Fill

Jesse/Roadhog – small sequel to the Fun on the Farm compilation; faux beastiality – Jesse needs to get fucked by the new boar. (300 word fill)

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Jesse would like to say that he has no idea how it could have come to this, but truth be told, he has been angling for this to happen for quite a while now.

He’s weak, honestly. Having to watch – and *listen* – to his pigs getting fucked by the huge wild boar is a torture in and off itself. Their squealing is following him into his dreams and he can’t stop *thinking* about how the hog looks mounting them. Grotesquely huge, pressing them down into the ground with his massive belly and hunching his hips with a lazy sort of quality as his cock drives in deep. They must feel like it is stirring up their insides.

Jesse just couldn’t stop thinking about it. So he might have started bending over more often in the stable. Arching his back. Showing off his ass. Being stupidly, *stupidly* disappointed when the filthy animal doesn’t even glance is way.

Getting more reckless.

To the point of walking into the stable with nothing but his goddamn boots; dick out and swinging and drawing the confused gazes of his pigs and a sleepy but quickly sharpening stare of the boar lounging on his side, massive belly basically spilled out in front of him on the ground. Fat cock resting between his large thighs.

Jesse can feel his cock reacting and all of the animals can see it. His face is flaming. He pretends like nothing is out of the ordinary as he goes along his business. His breath comes in short, excited bursts as he hears the boar struggle to get onto all fours, his snuffling breath loud in the warm little barn…

And that’s how Jesse finds himself getting finally mounted by the beast. He’s prepared himself before, but it is not enough. The boar forces his way in and it *burns* but it is also so so good.

He should not debase himself like this; should not even give an inch of power to the already dominant hog, but he can’t help it. He’s as much a slut for his cock as his pigs are.

9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 7th Fill

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What a nasty little cunt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 6th Fill

AllMight/EraserMic – SmallMigt; Impotence; Body Worship; Anal Orgasms – Hizashi and Aizawa take care of their man.

Toshinori is breathing quickly, then has to cough. He grimaces at the taste of blood and the spatter of it against the inside of his arm. Aizawa is there a moment later, face set in his neutral, almost tired expression.

He wipes at Toshinori’s mouth and chin with a damp towel, face going grim for a moment as Toshinori tries to turn his head away in embarrassment, then relaxing again when he becomes still once more with a sigh.

Next, his arm is being cleaned. Aizawa’s actions are at odds with his face: they are gentle and doting; very much attentive despite the heavy lidded stare of his eyes.

Hizashi is close by, his fingers still around Toshinori’s cock, though his tight slick grip has eased off into a loose, gentle hold. Toshinori is not hard, embarrassingly so, but it has still been exciting enough to send him into a coughing fit.

Hizashi stares at him intently over the rim of his triangular glasses. His shockingly bright eyes are assessing and heated. It still throws Toshinori for a loop to know that they don’t mind the large ugly scar, or his emaciated body; his feeble coughing, or, yes, the blood.

They are good boyfriends. The best, in fact. Aizawa slides in on his other side, murmuring something indistinct. He nudges and prods and bullies until Toshinori is on his side – the one without the scar – sandwiched securely between their naked bodies. Aizawa runs hotter than Hizashi. He is a brand at Toshinori’s back as he wordlessly urges one of his long, boney legs up, pointy knee sliding across Hizashi’s hip until the other holds it secure where it is.

He does not have enough power to fight against them and that makes it even more exciting.

Hizashi’s hand is still around his limp cock and when he squeezes around it, twisting his wrist as if he wants to jack him off, Toshinori becomes suddenly aware of his body’s failings again. He takes a deep breath, then concentrates so he doesn’t start coughing again.

He closes his eyes tightly and presses his forehead against Hizashi’s shoulder.

“Cute~~” Hizashi hums. Toshinori can feel himself flushing a dull, furious red.

And behind him, Aizawa slips one long, slender finger into him.

.o.

There’s no time feeling embarrassed anymore. There is barely enough time for him to breathe between the deep, almost aching waves of orgasm that have his whole body convulsing, centered around the shivering clenches of his anal walls.

Aizawa has hooked his chin across Toshinori’s shoulder. They’re both so close; right up in his personal space, breathing his air, watching every minute ecstatic twitch of his face as he comes for them, cock still limp and useless but his orgasms almost more intense for it.

It is… embarrassing how deeply they watch him come for them, but their warm hands are petting at his sides and they are murmuring encouragement, and that makes it easier.

Even Aizawa is positively cooing at him as he idly rounds the swell of his prostate, letting him get down from his recent orgasm but not letting the waves abate fully before he starts working him over once more.

Toshinori is sure he can’t come any more. He’s sure his heart will explode if he has just one more orgasm, but Hizashi is kissing at his mouth, his little fancy mustache tickling Toshinori’s upper lip.

“Gorgeous,” Hizashi croons, his hand travelling down again, slipping between Toshinori’s thighs. He’s not circling his long fingers around his cock this time, though; rather, he is cradling Toshinori’s sac, thumb pressing gentle but firm between the testicles, separating them in the delicate, warm skin.

Toshinori squirms. He can’t help the little “hah.. hah… hah”s he’s making. His belly is trembling again, muscles twitching and clenching down occasionally as Aizawa’s finger makes him get closer and closer towards another deep orgasm.

Hizashi kisses him when he comes, deep and intrusive, his tongue diving deep and dragging along his teeth while Toshinori can’t do anything about it except try to keep his mouth open while his body convulses and his insides turn into a hot liquid mess by the feel of it.

When Hizashi finally lets off of him, there is drool slipping from the corner of his mouth and he has trouble focusing properly.

He feels weird; almost… stuffy as if he is having a cold; and it takes his overworked brain a minute or two to figure out that Aizawa has activated his Quirk to keep Toshinori from accidentally becoming AllMight.

Aizawa hums, the lightheadedness vanishing as he snuggles closer, his finger slowly retreating to leave Toshinori’s hole clenching down on nothing, wet with lube and swollen from all the attention. He sidles closer still, nudging his naked cock against the back of his thigh, his warm breath puffing against Toshinori’s neck.

“Think you can take us?” he murmurs, voice so deep Toshinori can feel it in his bones. The thought of them fucking him now; him limp and helpless and still twitching from past orgasms is… it’s good, and scary.

How they can manipulate his emaciated body with ease; just put him however way they like it to slide their cocks deep and force however many more orgasms out of him…

“Yes” he croaks finally, all nervous and excited, reaching back to grab at Aizawa’s hip. “Please…”

9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 5th Fill

McCree/Reyes – Omega!Reyes; Alpha!McCree; pregnancy kink; lactation kink; mommy kink – Reyes is heavily pregnant and Jesse can’t even pretend he’s not deeply into it.

(not a lot of feminization in there, sorry… couldn’t fit it 😦 )

Jesse tries to be unobtrusive about his obsession, but he is fairly certain that the whole base has figured out at that point how very enamored he is with Commander Reyes – especially since it has become so obvious that Commander Morrison’s enthusiastic breeding attempts had taken.

They’ve been chosen by scientists; the perfect pair producing the perfect offspring, but Commander Reyes does not *behave* like a taken Omega… understandably so, maybe.

It makes it more difficult for Jesse to accept that maybe – very probably, in fact – there will never come anything off his obsessive interest.

He’s flubbed the last few training exercises majorly just by being distracted by Commander Reyes’ huge belly. It is stretching the black fabric of his sweatshirts obscenely, and Jesse can’t help but fantasize about it.

Mounting up behind him, arms curled around his middle as far as possible, fingers splayed… just touching his large puppy-filled belly…

Or curled around his stomach like a much younger man, just inhaling the soft pheromones and dozing away, feeling safe and cared for and loved…

Disturbingly enough, both scenarios give him a needy hard-on. He can’t help it. He just… can’t. He thinks of how round Gabriel is; always has been, with big strong muscles that cover any hard ridges and bones; and he feels… comforted. Needy. Feels like he wants to be a good boy but also deep dick him until he’s a mess.

Suddenly, the door he’s been walking up and down in front of hisses open. He startles. He hasn’t even realized he’s been walking a trench into the floor in front of Reyes’ office. Reyes stands right there in the doorframe. He’s in nothing but some shorts and a tanktop that looks, quite frankly, obscene on his frame right now.

His arm is up, bracing himself against the frame, showing off the thick dark hair underneath. Jesse’s mouth goes dry. He does not consciously make a sound, mut he must have because Reyes’ dark eyes go all soft while still being a bit annoyed.

“Come.”

Jesse follows helplessly, cheeks bright red underneath his scruff.

.o.

Reyes’ pectorals have always been big and juicy, but now they’re additionally swollen with milk. The closer Jesse noses towards his nipples, the sweeter the smell becomes. His belly clenches and his cock flexes, the tip slipping gently against his own belly button. He’s never been so desperately horny before. His cock aches. His balls ache.

His jaw hurts with the need to suckle, but he does not dare to-

“Do it.” Reyes’ hand comes up behind his head, palm gently cupping Jesse’s skull. He presses him against his breast while Jesse’s mouth opens, panting quick and desperate against the sweet smelling skin.

“Sir?”

“Don’t ‘sir’ me. You’ve been hot for it for weeks. Now do it.”

Jesse squirms. His tongue snakes out, dragging across the buttery soft skin of Reyes’ nipple.

“What about Morrison?”

“What about him? ‘M still my own man…”

Jesse does not look up at him. He mouths almost shyly against the nipple offered to him. Gabriel grunts above him, then sighs deeply, his full belly pressing against Jesse smooth and warm. Jesse’s arms carefully, uncertainly curl around Reyes’. He presses a kiss against the milky niple. He can taste it against his lips. Only a couple more weeks until the pups will be there.

Jesse takes another deep breath, then latches on. He suckles clumsily at first; a bit too hard with too sloppy a seal. Reyes grunts, his fingers spasming against Jesse’s skull. A bit of milk dribbles down his chest and gets lost in Jesse’s beard before he properly latches on and nurses in earnest; a few deep pulls that have streams of milk explode against the roof of his mouth and the back of his tongue.

He nurses until there are black spots dancing in front of his eyes from lack of oxygen. Reyes has to grab him by his shaggy hair and pull him away; force him to take deep, rattling gasps of air.

He gently shakes him by his grip like he’s a wet dog and watches his face intently.

“You’re pretty into this, aren’t you?”

Jesse feels weird. All soft around the edges. Dizzy but in a good way. Reyes’ voice feels like it is coming from far away.

“Mommy…” he whispers, and almost tenses but the grip Reyes has on his hair slackens mildly and his face, when Jesse finally does look up, is curiously soft.

He reaches up his other hand, thumb tracing the shape of Jesse’s milky mouth.

“Yeah?” he mutters and Jesse nods slowly, staring at him, mouth dry. “Alright…”

He guides him back against his chest. Jesse latches on, less desperately this time. More deliberate. He gets a better rhythm going; manages to suckle and breathe without having to pull off.

When he does, eventually, just to switch sides, he nuzzles between Reyes’ pecs… tits… and purrs: “Mom…”

His knot feels swollen and tender but the need to mount Reyes has abated somewhat in favor of nursing. He feels like he could come just from that. From needily drinking the milk designated to the puppies.

“Good boy, Jesse,” Gabriel finally murmurs, one hand tickling the back of Jesse’s neck, the other reaching down; curling against his painfully hard dick, fingertips massaging the swell of his knot.

Jesse bucks, stars exploding in front of his eyes. The Omega’s smell is everywhere, enclosing him like a blanket. He’s never been so intimately close to one before.

Reyes knows how to touch him. Knows just how hard he has to grip at his knot to make him buck and come in downright painful spurts, his face twisted in agony as feverishly hot cum splashes against his belly… and against Reyes’.

It looks obscene, really; part of him being unsure about seeing his claim on an Omega that has been impregnated by another Alpha.

Reyes does not seem to have the same qualms, his voice deeper and husky as he mutters: “Think you can go again? Got such a pretty knot on you, Jesse…”

Jesse squirms again. His tongue is out; he kind of wants to lick his cum off of Reyes’ belly. He nods obediently.

Reyes purrs.

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.

9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 3rd Fill

Jesse/Lúcio/Reyes – continuation of this fic – loss of virginity – Lúcio has whittled them down enough to finally give it to him.

Jesse is disgruntled. Having Lúcio’s face in his lap is nice and all, but it does not soothe the ruffled feathers as he watches Reyes slowly, carefully fuck him on two thick fingers.

“I found ‘im,” Jesse mutters, not for the first time. “Think it’d be just fair if I got to drag him on my dick first.”

Reyes glances up at him without lifting his head, face set in a sardonic smirk.

“You wouldn’t know where to start.” As if to emphasize his point, Lúcio suddenly jerks, mouth open and drooling liberally onto Jesse’s lap. There’s a wet spot forming in the fabric of his shorts, and his cock takes definite notice. Lúcio reacts to getting his prostate stroked like a cat in heat. He is laughably sensitive, and the sight of him angling his pretty round ass up into it has Jesse’s mouth go dry.

“Be glad you got at least his mouth. Eager little thing.”

Reyes doesn’t pay him too much mind. He is focused on sliding his fingers in and out in a slow, fluid motion that has Lúcio go cross eyed in Jesse’s lap before he starts trying to nose his way into the slit in front. Already on the lookout for cock. Always hungry for it.

Reyes hums, his voice gone deep and rough when he murmurs: “He’s so silky inside. And warm.”

Jesse knows. He *knows*. He knows how Lúcio’s insides quiver like a nervous colt’s flanks, muscles squeezing down and relaxing, letting the older men play with him, stroke their big rough fingers along his silky, squishy walls, testing their big knuckles against the tender little clench of his rim.

He’s so jovial about it; eagerly following commands, happy to have a good time and get to play with cocks.

Sometimes, Jesse feels disgusted with himself with how much he wants Lúcio. He’s never seen himself as the ‘old guy’, but there’s no way around it; not when Lúcio is young and supple and eager and he himself has trouble kneeling for too long because his joints start to ache.

It’s like he’s corrupting the kid. Only that Lúcio is a grown-ass fucking man and can very well decide on his own what he wants and doesn’t want. And, it appears, what he wants is to let Jesse and Gabriel have at that sweet cherry he wants so desperately to get popped.

“There you go,” Reyes murmurs low and soothing as he eases a third finger in, and Lúcio makes a weird sound between them. Not distressed, just… weird. His eyes are big and round, cheek on Jesse’s hairy thigh, staring at his gut while Reyes gently fucks him through the new stretch and lets him get a taste of how it might be to be filled up by a nice fat dick.

At four fingers, Lúcio’s arms suddenly give and he snaps them up, curling them around Jesse’s sturdy middle as he gurgles his way through… something.

Jesse murmurs encouragement, rubs his shoulders, the back of his neck, along his spine as far as he can while staring at Reyes’ face. The boss looks almost stricken, jaw slack, staring at where he’s carefully spreading the young man around four digits.

“God, take a picture at least,” Jesse groans, head thumping back against the wall, Adam’s Apple jumping forcefully as he swallows. “Fuck.”

Reyes does. He fumbles with his other hand, but soon enough Jesse hears the click of the camera. Lúcio already looks out of it. Jesse fishes his dick out of his wet shorts and offers it up like some kind of fucked up pacifier. It makes him flush a dull, ruddy red but Lúcio seems very much appreciative of it.

“Alright… there we go…”

When Gabriel finally gets to it; when he pushes the blunt head of his dick against his fingers that are still keeping Lúcio’s hole spread, Lúcio freezes with his tongue against Jesse’s dick. He can feel the hard little ball of Lúcio’s piercing.

“Oh fuck,” Lúcio whispers when it undeniably, without a doubt, finally happens. “Oh… f…fuck…”

He groans, squeezes his eyes shut, then arches his back downwards into an enticing little cup. He’s bearing down on the intrusion and Jesse can see how dark Reyes’ cheeks get. How hard he’s biting at his lower lip as he carefully fucks his way into the warm, giving clutch of this pretty virgin hole.

Before long, Lúcio starts to whine, digging fingers into Jesse’s sturdy sides. He’s probably realizing first hand just how much longer than fingers a dick can be.

“Shit,” Reyes whispers. His eyes fall closed and he lets his head tilt back. He needs a few long calming breaths to settle himself. Jesse can only imagine how Lúcio must feel on his cock: warm and clinging like wet silk. All those muscles trembling and squeezing; insides keeping him nice and cushioned.

Lúcio stops paying attention to his cock but that is alright. He’s glassy eyed and drooling, making soft little ‘oh… oh… oh’ sounds in time with Reyes’ slow, careful thrusts.

He’s still in the process of getting the kid used to the feeling of fullness. Jesse can only imagine how good it will look when they can fuck him sharp and fast; have his plush bubble butt bounce against their hip bones as they lay into him.

For now, they are as sweet and gentlemanly as they can be. Wouldn’t do to scare the little virgin off from his intense love of cocks, now that they’ve finally opened him up enough to take one into that gorgeous unused cunt of his.

9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 2nd Fill

Lúcio/Sombra – rimming, ball worship – Sombra indulges herself and Lúcio in one fell swoop.

Lúcio doesn’t know where to put his ass – though Sombra is suitably sure there are little options at this point – and, amusingly, does not know where to put his hands. He hovers awkwardly above her, his ass and balls just tantalizingly out of reach while he mutters: “Oh… wow…” over and over again, his hands doing something that she can’t see from her position beneath him.

She curls her hands around his thighs and tries pulling him down. It jostles him enough that he has to brace himself, his hands landing on her tits.

“Oh!” he says and quickly pulls his hands away, ass lowering to where Sombra can just about trail the tip of her nose along his ass crack before he jerks upwards again, seemingly caught in the midst of what to do with his body.

She can’t help but laugh and pat his thigh.

“Oh Dulcito,” she coos. “You can touch my tits. I want to do so much dirty stuff to you, touching my breasts doesn’t even ping anywhere near the radar.”

He exhales noisily above her, then his hands settle – on her ribs just beneath her breasts. Sombra snorts but lets him do as he pleases. His hands are big and warm and finally on her. She gently tugs on his thighs and he resists for some more before following her command.

It’s woefully obvious that he’s never sat on a girl’s face. He’s a small man but stocky, and he’s obviously, painfully aware of his weight, but Sombra will have none of that.

When he’s close enough for her to strain up, she presses little suckling kisses right behind his balls. The skin of his taint is so silky soft and hairless – the boy keeps himself meticulously clean – and Sombra delights in the throaty sigh she can hear him exhale forcefully.

His balls, warm and soft, rest against her chin as she presses kisses against his taint and up towards his twitching little hole. He is already hard, his cock dragging against her throat and clavicle as he slowly but surely forgets to be embarrassed and sits more firmly on her face.

He’s adorably sensitive, whining and bearing down whenever her lips or tongue drag against his rim. She wonders how long he’s been fantasizing about someone giving his pretty cunt a good loving. Maybe while fingering himself with a shaking hand, the other pressed to his hot, embarrassed face.

The hands on her ribs become slick with sweat, his thumbs are moving in restless arcs; petting her as she drags her tongue round and round his hole, refusing to dip inside, no matter how much he whines and makes his rim pout by bearing down.

When he least expects it, she dips down, wet tongue curling around his velvety ball sac. Lúcio hiccups to a complete standstill. He must be holding his breath as Sombra slowly pulls one of his testicles into her mouth with a curl of her tongue. She opens up wide, trying to fit both without the use of her hands, and it is a glorious wet mess while Lúcio sings for her and tries to keep his hips still.

She can’t believe it is the first time someone pays as much rapt attention to his… everything. She wonders how any girl or boy could have him in their bed and not try to eat him whole.

By now she does not need to keep him restrained by his thighs anymore, so she lets her hands wander between his legs; palming the crown of his cock while she sucks at his balls and tongues at the seam that so neatly runs between his testicles.

He makes a throaty, gurgling sound above her, hips jerking after all, a pained canine whine coming from him as he effectively humbles himself when he feels her teeth against his sac.

She lets him stew in it for a bit longer before she has mercy on him and pulls back with an obscene slurping sound.

Above her, she can hear him whisper a strained “Oh God” and she can’t help but laugh, head falling back, her hand curled around the slick tip of his cock as she gasps for breath.

“Are you alright?” he asks a bit alarmed. He twists, obviously trying to look at her face. He practically radiates flustered embarrassment, and Sombra strokes his cock just to make him feel better about the whole situation.

“You are just so *precious*,” she finally murmurs. He does not answer, but his quiet feels still decidedly embarrassed. Still, his hands do move, sliding up, the big palms and thick, gentle fingers carefully curling around her tits. The hard points of her nipples press into his skin and she sighs against the wet crack of his ass.

“There you go…” she licks him for earnest, then; long, canine drags of her tongue across his hole again and again and again until he vibrates like a live wire and seems close to shattering apart.

She waits just a little longer before she finally grants him his wish and presses in, wriggling her tongue into his hot, needy ass.

Already she can feel hot splashes of cum hitting her tits, but she keeps on forcing her way inside. She’s sure Lúcio has a lot more in himself for her.

9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 1st Fill

Shoto/Endeavor – older shoto; incest; reverse daddy kink; bara appreciation – Shoto has forgiven his father but he still needs his submission.

Shoto has grown a lot, body filling out something nice, yet still nowhere near as tall or broad as his old man.

Nevertheless, he has a certain, undeniable… presence. One that makes Enji feel like he is looking up at him, even when he’s sitting astride his youngest son’s hips, bouncing on his cock like a cheap whore.

Playing his pleasured grunts up for Shoto because he’s *ordered* him to with a calm voice and self-deprecating smirk… and there’s no way Enji could just not obey.

It’s a feeling like free falling; looking down at Shoto’s face, still so young looking even well into his twenties; the burn scar slick and dark in the flickering light of Enji’s flames. Shoto is looking so calm, so centered; staring up at his father, big hands on his wide, sturdy hips, guiding him into gentle rocking motions to minimally fuck himself on his son’s cock.

It makes Enji feel like squirming. He has to glance away, and Shoto clicks his tongue in reprimand, body convulsing, easily – way too easily – flipping their positions until Enji is on his back, legs spread around his son’s hips like a common whore’s.

“I want you to look at me,” Shoto mutters. He braces himself with one arm next to Enji’s head so he can resume a slow, even fucking while his other hand grabs at his father’s thick tree trunk thighs, squeezing, then sliding up up *up*…

The flames licking in a wide triangle pattern across Enji’s chest delicately move out of the way of Shoto’s fingers, sure not to burn him as he feels up his father’s tits, and curls the digits into the thick chest hair beneath that dwindles down into a line bisecting Enji’s belly.

“There’s a good boy.”

Shoto has not always been so infuriatingly calm. Enji can still remember the moment he had changed from a crying, weak brat to this stoic man ranging above him, now.

It is Enji’s fault. Shoto has long since forgiven him. Enji hasn’t. He stares up into his son’s heterochromatic eyes, his belly feeling like it is twisting around itself all the while his insides are molten and hot; his fire stoked by Enji’s cock driving in deep and languid.

Fucking him unhurried.

Making love to him.

Enji reaches up, hesitates, watches Shoto’s calm eyes bore into him, then lets his big hands cup Shoto’s face. Shoto smirks, turns his head, presses a kiss into Enji’s palm; then he leans down, ranging above his father, touching their foreheads together until Enji’s hips are curled up into Shoto, his knees in the air, legs bracketing his son’s sides.

Helpless and at his mercy.

“D… Daddy…”

Enji’s deep voice sounds ridiculous muttering the word and he immediately flushes a hot, humiliated red.

Shoto’s eyes, so very close now, thin in amusement or pleasure. He looks like a cat with a large red spot around his left eye.

“Yeah?” he whispers back, his hand moving again, sliding along Enji’s massive bicep; tickling him beneath his arm where a thick tuft of hair is, then sliding farther own to palm his hard pec again. “You need a daddy?”

Enji grits his teeth so hard he is sure Shoto has to hear them grinding. He glances to the side, hands curling into fists above his head where he’s put them.

He’s not always allowed to touch Shoto, which is fair, he thinks. After everything that has happened.

Shoto stops his slow fucking and Enji groans, digs his head into the pillow beneath him. His cock – big and fat and sturdy like the rest of his body – flexes between them. He’s making a mess out of himself.

“Tell me,” Shoto insists, a sudden bite to his voice that hadn’t been there before. He squeezes Enji’s pec again, thumb dragging across one small, pebbled nipple. “Do you need a daddy to take care of you? You’ve been a little boy looking desperately for someone bigger and better than you to make the decisions, haven’t you?”

Enji sobs, and it startles him even more than Shoto. He had not thought he could make a sound like that. He bites his lip, hands gripping his own hair and pulling hard; the familiarity of pain giving him something to ground himself-

but then Shoto starts moving again, fucking slow, *loving*, fingers dragging across his nipple and plucking at it in light feathery touches.

“Tell me,” Shoto whispers against his trembling mouth. “Tell me. Be a good boy.”

Enji sobs again, a mighty dry gasp for air as he keeps his eyes squeezed shut, massive body trembling beneath his son; so confused as to what to feel as his body is alight with pleasure and embarrassment and sorrow.

“Y-Yes…” he finally croaks. He can feel Shoto leaning down farther, cheek pressing against Enji’s cheek, breath puffing against his ear as he murmurs: “Then say it.”

Enji takes in a deep breath, wide chest expanding until it brushes against Shoto’s, thighs trembling against his ribs.

“Daddy…Otousan…”

Shoto’s hips buck, fucking in deep and hard once before he has himself back under control, his voice deeper and rougher now as he groans into his father’s ear.

“There you go… fuck… *fuck*” He leans back up, bracing himself next to Enji’s head, staring down at him imperiously as his hips pick up speed, fucking him faster. Drilling into him.

Making Enji hiccup out pathetic little moans.

How easy it can be to just let go for once.

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: 9th Fill

Hana/Lúcio; Lúcio/Hanzo – slapping, crying, rough sex, deep throating, gagging, pegging, consensual, voyeurism, sex stream – Hana receives a hefty donation on stream, getting asked for one of the OW boys to join in and have a piece of Lúcio. She readily accepts.

Hana has taken to bending Lúcio over the edge of the bed. It is easier to fuck him when she can brace one foot against the bed, and it is more fun, too. She likes fucking like a jock; hips lose and right hand on his left hip.

She also knows that it looks good because they both have pretty, long legs that they can show off like that – and because her viewers often comment on it. The position allows for some more motion, Lúcio bouncing forward with her enthusiastic thrusts, hands fisted in the duvet, trying not to topple over like other times when she’ll proceed to mount him when he’s lying there with his ass in the air and drill into him until he’s crying out so lovely that it makes her belly do a low, delicious flip.

She’s biting her lip watching how pretty Lúcio is spread around her candy pink dildo, but looks up sharply when the sound of coins clattering together rings through the air. She has to squint at her screen, then her face lights up in a huge grin.

“Oh my God!” she squeals and pulls back, ignoring Lúcio’s whined protests, so she can have a better look at the donation. “One grand! Holy shit, thank y-”

She pauses, reading the message attached to the donation and makes a high-pitched sound that does not go over well with her chat. She ignores those complaints, too, and claps her hands together.

“Oh man. You got it. Fuck – I know *just* the guy for the job!” She grabs her phone and types out a message as she makes her way back to Lúcio who is watching her with a dazed look, sucking on his own fingers and filling the horrible emptiness she’s left behind with his other hand.

When she’s back, she gives him a clap on the back of the hand to make space for her, sliding carefully back in under his low, drawn-out whine.

“I got a treat for you,” she sing-songs after there’s a ping coming from her phone. She throws it unto the bed next to Lúcio’s face and he blearily reads the last texts.

‘Come here. You can rough my boy up and get paid for it <3’

‘On my way.’

.o.

Hanzo fucks like he’s using an appliance, and it is exactly this disregard for Lúcio’s comfort that Hana has been looking for.

The tip had been generous enough for a very special show, and she pauses in fucking Lúcio in order to make sure that the microphone pics up the lewd gagging and clicking of his throat when Hanzo pinches his nose and fucks in deep.

She can’t read the chat from the position she is in but she can tell that the viewers are going wild over Lúcio’s throat visibly bulging around Hanzo’s cock while he weakly struggles to get off and breathe.

Hana watches with a sharp eye, ready to step in if Hanzo gets too rough, but the second Lúcio’s eyes go wide and panicked he pulls back and lets him take in a huge, rattling breath, followed by him hacking and coughing.

Tears are streaming down his cheeks, drool on his chin. He’s an absolute mess and Hanzo has only just begun playing with him.

Hanzo’s dark eyes flick to Hana, assessing her reaction, and when she doesn’t give him more than a stare, he goes back to playing with Lúcio.

She resumes, too; slides in carefully, one hand on the small of Lúcio’s back, but she has the feeling he barely registers what is happening behind him because Hanzo has him pulled back onto his cock, teeth bared as he has one hand in Lúcio’s thick locks, the other behind his jaw, fingers digging in. Keeping him right where he wants him to despite the young man’s struggle.

His gagging is lewd and wet, drool sliding down into Hanzo’s pubes, and Hana can feel her clit throb in need. She enjoys seeing someone play rough with Lúcio, but she does not think she could muster that level of antagonism.

Hanzo, on the other hand, does not seem to have a problem. He moves in minimal thrusts that seem more to be aimed at tickling Lúcio’s gag reflex again and again.

When he pulls back again, he keeps Lúcio’s head tight in his hands, watching his eyes intently; how they are threatening to roll up into his head as he gasps for air and coughs.

“Do you love my cock?” he asks silkily, and when Lúcio does not answer quick enough, he slaps him hard. Hana pauses, narrowing her eyes, but after an initial silence, Lúcio wheezes in a way she knows is good.

“I asked you something.”

“Y…Yes,” he croaks. “I-I love it.”

Hanzo slaps him once more for good measure, then pulls him back onto his dick.

By now Lúcio has acclimated himself enough to pay more attention to his surroundings once more, angling his ass back into D.Va’s slow, easy rocking.

She thinks that Hanzo must treasure the occasions in which he is allowed to fuck. She figures that his personality is a big enough deterrent for most, if not the way he lords over his partners like now, berating Lúcio breathlessly on his technique.

He’s a bastard, but he’s perfect for this job, and Lúcio is vibrating between them like a live wire, already primed and ready to shoot at her permission.

Money well earned.