Tag: daddy kink

12th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 14th Fill

Reaper/Doomfist – Daddy Kink; praise kink – Reaper is Akande’s good little boy.

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Akande halts for a moment when he steps into his bedroom and sees the large lump underneath his expensive duvet. He hums thoughtfully, then closes the door behind himself. He has taken longer than he thought he would, and from the look of things it has been bad timing this time.

“My Gabriel,” he murmurs, sitting down at the edge of the bed, big warm hand coming to rest on the large mound. There’s no noticeable heat coming off of the lump – Gabriel does not produce much of it when his nano machines are only working in rest-mode. He carefully rubs, figuring out that he has caught one shoulder.

“My Gabriel,” he purrs again, tugging on the duvet until the greying head starts to emerge. Gabriel looks up at him with just one big, dark eye. “Are you unwell?” Akande murmurs. He leans forward until he can breathe warm against Gabriel’s sunken cheek and press a careful kiss against it. As per usual, the clammy skin feels not exactly pleasant, but Akande is more than happy to get his boy to warm up properly.

Gabriel slowly shakes his head ‘no’. He is not unwell. He carefully nudges his chin out and offers up his mouth. Akande indulges him, giving him a slow, deep kiss, lips sliding silkily across Gabriel’s mouth until he starts squirming beneath the blankets. He makes a soft sound, then quickly goes quiet again.

Gabriel does not like making many sounds when he is like this; he always looks almost a bit scared when he hears his own voice, deep and smooth and as silky as the inside of his mouth when Akande gently licks inside, one big hand curling into Gabriel’s long hair, guiding his head back with a certain amount of force that makes his boy uncurl even more from his tight clench.

He whines when Akande blindly pulls the duvet off of him, but he does not fight it; lets himself get exposed and shows off his naked body because he is a good boy and he wants to get praised; even more so when he feels a bit anxious and needy like he is now.

Akande’s big, warm hand settles on Gabriel’s hip, thumb slowly dragging across one prominent hip bone, then sliding farther up. He touches the large scar bisecting his boy’s belly, feeling how the tight muscles twitch in response.

Gabriel pulls away from the kiss with a wet sound, panting against Akande’s mouth quicker than the bit of foreplay really warrants.

“D…” he halts, glancing to the side, tongue swiping across his lower lip. Akande watches him intently, waiting patiently until Gabriel whispers with a needy lilt: “Daddy…”

Akande groans, his hand going more gentle in Gabriel’s hair. He rolls over, his big body hovering above his boy as he kneels astride his lap, his forehead pressed to Gabriel’s staring right into his wide, unguarded eyes.

“Daddy’s right here, my Gabriel,” he purrs. He cups Gabriel’s jaw and lets his thumb carefully pet across his goatee. He pulls him into another kiss that Gabriel is more participating in, tilting his head up and offering himself to Akande in a way he would never do outside of these rooms.

He makes soft, little noises right in the back of his throat as Gabriel bears down on him and lets him feel how big he is; how much *bigger than Gabriel* he is, in particular.

The first few times they have played, Akande has been overwhelmed with how needy Gabriel had gotten; with how the boy hadn’t gotten tired of feeling Akande crushing him beneath his heavy bulk, his face gone so soft and open and young it had felt like someone was twisting a knife around in his gut.

Gabriel just wants so badly to feel *small* and *overwhelmed*; wants something to gently bully him and tell him where to go and what to do…

“Do you want to be good for Daddy, my Gabriel?” Akande whispers against Gabriel’s wet, panting mouth. He has to pull away when his boy immediately tries to chase his mouth again, tongue flicking out and wanting to lure him into more gentle suckling kisses.

“Gabriel…” He says it deeper, the r gently rolling – not quite a warning but enough to make Gabriel blink and stare at him, mulling over what he has asked earlier, then nodding quickly, breath hitching and mouth already falling open: wet and needy and receptive. A gorgeous little pussy for Akande to carefully nudge his fat cock into once he has nearly sat himself on Gabriel’s chest, bracketing the boy between his knees.

Gabriel goes wild for positions like these: when he is absolutely surrounded by Akande’s body and damn near choking on the thick scent of his cock. He loves having his air restricted by his Daddy’s massive body. Akande suspects he would probably come like a freight train if he decided to choke him with one large hand around his throat, but he can’t find it in himself to do something like that to his precious boy.

Gabriel is so greedy for it; trustingly looking up at Akande as his lips spread around the cock, trying to choke himself on it despite the awkward angle that prohibits him to properly fuck his throat on it.

Akande never needs to do much once he gets his cock anywhere near his boy’s greedy, loose holes. Gabriel is such a diligent little slut; he works hard for it. He wants to be Daddy’s good boy; wants him to know just how much he adores the fat, veiny dick that is routinely spreading him open until there are tears in his eyes because the feeling is so intense and good.

Most of all, he doesn’t want to share Daddy. He is a possessive little bastard, and would probably shatter in a million pieces if Akande even so much as thought to look for a second boy.

Just as well that he is more than satisfied with the one he has…

Akande smiles down at Gabriel and pets through his hair, letting himself get serviced.

12th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 12th Fill

McShimadacest – Continuation of this – object insertion, humiliation, daddy kink, 300 words – Hanzo can’t get enough and McCree needs to figure something out.

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Hanzo is a menace. A lunatic. Jesse swats at him but he darts away and just keeps mewling for it; presenting his ass with his little fingers stuffed in the dark red slit of his hole, and begs daddy to fuck him into a useless pile of twitching limbs.

Genji, for once, is content just curled up next to them. There’s cum on his thighs where it’s slipped back out of his used-up cunt, and after two rounds he seems calmed down enough to at least doze and let McCree’s poor dick *rest* for once.

Hanzo, on the other hand, is still hot for it. He’s behaving like a cat in heat, prickly and horny, trying to get a grab at his cock and practically hissing when Jesse reaches for him, attempting to pull him into a bear hug and restrict his motions.

“Daddy…” Hanzo whines. His voice is shot; he does not even sound like he particularly wants to get fucked, but Jesse has the nagging feeling that he’s simply wanting a little alone time with him while Genji is close to out cold.

Jesse groans. He looks down at his dick; it is lying against his thigh, soft and wet and decidedly raw looking by this point.

“Hanzo, please,” he mumbles. He sits forward, clumsily patting at Hanzo’s hip. The young Shimada heir looks back at him with a look that is murderous despite the prominent tears glittering in his dark eyes. Jesse wheezes and looks around the room, looking for a way out of it.

His salvation comes in the form of an empty beer bottle.

It’s a bit finicky, and Hanzo yowls when the widest part is starting to stretch him, but his cheeks are a bright red of humiliation and his pretty cock is starting to dribble at the tip. He’s always good for some degradation, and being lazily fucked by an empty bottle while Jesse is dozing away seems to do the trick just fine.

It looks impossibly lewd as well, which is a nice bonus. Jesse will have to keep that one in mind…

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.

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: 7th Fill

Torbjörn/D.Va – Size Queen; Daddy kink – Hana has a thing for older, thicc men.

Note: I didn’t explicitly state it but since I don’t like cheating, I think Torbjörn and his wife are in a happy open relationship 🙂

Torbjörn is a stocky man; squat and with thick, round muscles that had been catching Hana’s attention since the first time he’s seen him. He makes her a bit silly when he’s around, humoring her dancing around him like a filly and letting her groom his beard while he’s deeply in conversation with Reinhardt.

He always leaves her braids in for a day or two, and she lies awake at night, squirming, hand stuffed between her thighs as she berates herself for having lost her cool again. That he’ll never see her as anything but a silly little girl at this rate when what she wants from him extends to so much more than just combing and braiding his thick, bright beard.

It takes her by surprise when his big hand grabs for her when she visits him in his workshop, equipped with an excuse she knows his laughably flimsy just so she can see his naked arms bulging with exertion as he works.

But she goes easily – and *eagerly* – when she catches on to the swelteringly hot, heavy pressure of his palm against her round hip.

He sits her on his workbench, watching her intensely with his one eye, his face screwed together into a deep, contemplative frown while his thumb carefully slides against the inseam of her jeans, urging her thighs open.

“Good?” he asks hesitatingly, scanning her flushed, eager face. She nods quick and eager.

*Good. Yes. Very, very good.*

He plays with her. She’s never been eaten out before and she thinks he might have ruined her for anybody else to come. Her hands are in his hair, fisted, pulling as his broad, silky tongue pushes her closer and closer to a tingling, almost nervous orgasm.

His beard is scratchy.

She humps his face and Torbjörn takes it in stride. It’s like he’s used to it. Like he loves eating pussy and has been doing it for all his life, and suddenly she thinks of his beautiful wife and how well he must be treating her whenever he’s home.

Hana has to put her foot against his shoulder and push him away for him to finally stop. She feels like he would have gladly spend the whole evening eating her out, lashing his big, warm tongue against her engorged clit and coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of her.

His lips are glistening and she squirms.

“Want your cock,” she pants, red faced but unashamed. He squawks a laugh but stands up and gets to work. She almost wants to squeeze her thighs together at just how broad and compact he is.

His chest is as hairy as the rest of him though it is difficult to see beneath the thick beard.

His cock… his cock is…

Good. Very… It’s… very good…

He’s careful fucking that thing into her. The wide head is spreading her lips until her eyes water. She’s curled around him like a clenched fist, face hidden against his neck and his beard. It is fragrant with some kind of wax that makes her all gooey inside.

When he breaches her, she cries out, her hips feeling… full, body on high alert from the intense intrusion, and it takes her a while of him murmuring: “I got ya, babygirl…” to realize she’s called him daddy.

There’s a second or two where she waits with bated breath for panic and embarrassment to hit her, but then she realizes how good it feels. How right. Like things have finally slotted into place.

Torbjörn fucks carefully; his stocky, strong legs firm and immovable. Hana is sure he would carry her without breaking a sweat if she wasn’t sitting on the low workbench. Just… have her in his arms and gently sit her down on his fat, surprisingly long cock.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” she pants out in little puffs right against his ear, and he chuckles along like it is the cutest thing he’s heard, though she can feel his cock pulsing interestedly inside her clenching, burning snatch.

5th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 9th Fill

Reinhardt/Reaper – daddy kink; lactation kink; kitty!Reaper – Reinhardt is fostering a rescue and spoils him with milk. (shorter because it is a 300 word fill)

“Kätzchen…” Reinhardt leans forward, extending a beckoning hand towards the doorframe where Gabriel is peeking out from behind the corner, ears pricked and apprehensive. “Come here. Come to daddy.”

When Gabriel stays where he is, staring at the large paw of a hand trying to coax him closer, Reinhardt switches tactics. He sits back, reaching over to the big jug of milk he has sitting on the table. That gets Gabriel’s attention, dark eyes focusing on the liquid as Reinhardt gently sloshes it within the bottle.

“Come to daddy, Gabriel. Here, kitty kitty – got a nice treat for you.”

He smiles quietly and satisfied when the big kitten slowly slinks into the room. Gabriel is a big tomcat, scarred and a bit rough sometimes, but Reinhardt can’t help but think he is the sweetest kitten.

He pats his lap, big enough for Gabriel to easily sit on, and leans farther back in his armchair. Makes himself comfortable as his pet comes closer; a bit reticent, ears folded back against his skull, but crawling up into his lap without a fuss.

“There you go,” Reinhardt murmurs. “Daddy’s got a treat for you, Kätzchen.”

He watches Gabriel’s eyes watch the bottle as he carefully tips it over, hissing as the cold liquid that dribbles over the lip of the bottle hits his chest and skirts his nipple that pebbles quick and pleasurable.

Gabriel swoops in immediately, his rough, hot tongue lapping at the wet skin, dragging against the little nub of Reinhardt’s nipple on accident.

“That’s it,” he grunts, trying not to fuck up against his kitten as Gabriel leans on him, one paw on his furry chest, nails close to pricking his skin to keep him in place as the cat keeps cleaning him off the milk.

More and more does Reinhardt drizzle onto his chest, body alight as Gabriel begins alternating between licking the treat away and grooming the thick hair on the old crusader’s chest.

He can be awfully affectionate if treated well; and Reinhardt plans on spoiling him rotten.

2nd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 4th Fill

Lúcio/Reinhardt – daddy kink; exhibitionism; mentions of past abuse – Reinhardt has a good boy and shows him off

Originally, Reinhardt had wanted Lúcio on his lap facing their audience, but a look at his face where his eyes had gotten very big and very vulnerable had him change his mind quickly.

Now, he is rather happy about his change of heart, because watching his boy’s face while he slips two warm, slick fingers into his butter soft hole is even better than to watch at the envious faces of the people milling around them.

Lúcio is a true trooper, taking the prickling embarrassment in stride now after Reinhardt as plied him with warm, tickling kisses along his jaw, and endearments whispered into his hot little ear.

In the beginning, of course, he had still been a bit shy; pressing his face against Reinhardt’s neck, his fingers curled around his biceps and gripping painfully hard with anxiety.

Lúcio is a good boy who hasn’t been treated well by people that should have cherished him, and Reinhardt had let him ride out his little panic attack, rubbing up and down his back before his boy had slumped against him, exhausted already and murmuring – begging – for him to continue.

“You’re doing so well, baby boy… They love watching you,” Reinhardt rumbles intimately against his ear, fingers twisting deeper, feeling how wet and hot Lúcio’s clutching walls are; how his rim is twitching around him, trying to pull him in deeper, spear himself more on Reinhardt’s long, wide fingers.

“D…” Lúcio is muffling himself against Reinhardt’s collar; he has been chewing on it since Reinhardt made him take the second digit, but now he turns his head away, presses his sweaty forehead against Reinhardt’s neck and breathes quick and excited. “Daddy,” he whines, and their audience murmurs appreciatively. They step a bit closer, tightening the circle around them, and Lúcio ripples around him and cries out softly.

It is a blessing, really, to be allowed to show him off like this. To have him against him trusting and warm, even though he is so very embarrassed by showing off the stretch of his ass, and the soft mounds of his balls just dangling there between his thighs. There is no chance for him to hide; not with his knees spread wide around Reinhardt’s lap, and his fingers clutching at daddy’s vest for dear life.

Reinhardt hums and lets his free hand squeeze at Lúcio’s neck one last time, gently pushing his dreadlocks over one shoulder to let the others see his muscular back. His palm, dry and comforting, runs along Lúcio’s spine, making him arch like a kitten, pressing into the fingers spearing him and making him cry out for daddy once more.

Reinhardt squeezes one of his ass cheeks, then finally reaches around his thigh and cups the soft sac there, testicles round and firm in his gently rolling fingers. He has to twist his wrist awkwardly to let their audience see what he is doing, but he gets rewarded with Lúcio squirming and puffing hot little “Ah… Ah… Ah…”s against his neck, his hips rutting, fucking his sleek, pretty cock against Reinhardt’s belly.

“Daddy… D-Daddy,” Lúcio whines, voice going a bit high and weepy, his nails raking along Reinhardt’s vest as he squirms and becomes restless, head falling back, dark, docile eyes staring at the ring of strangers that are close enough to touch now.

Reinhardt lets him squirm and whine; it only takes a bit of a squeeze around his testicles to have him stay still enough to get finger fucked, and not try to crawl up on daddy’s shoulder with the sudden restless energy that is coursing through him.

He cries out beautifully when he comes, long and hoarse and arms curled around Reinhardt’s neck like a man that is about to drown, hips jerking back onto his fingers and forward against his belly, jittery as he rides out his orgasm in front of all those watching eyes.

Reinhardt has never been more proud of his boy.

For all that Hanzo is shy about that particular need of his – and very pointedly does not want to discuss it – he has managed to accumulate a veritable harem of daddies.

So when Reinhardt is indisposed by work or his own aging body, McCree will gladly take his place.

Hanzo loves and loathes these occasions in equal measures.

McCree makes it just so… so very… embarrassing.

He doesn’t let him hide for once; crooning just as syrupy-sweet as Reinhardt but catching his wrists all the same; holding them down and out of the way, watching with self-indulgent intent the way Hanzo’s chest heaves; nipples perky and on display for his viewing pleasure.

McCree is simultaneously a lazier and a stricter Daddy than Reinhardt. He likes to lie back and have Hanzo sit on his big, fat, ruddy cock – but he also likes to tell him exactly how to work his cunt along his dick.

He likes to grab Hanzo’s thighs and pinch him; slap his ass and pull at his nipples, all the while lazily sucking on the end of a cigar he sloppily stuck in the corner of his mouth.

He likes to hear Hanzo whine. He likes to see him flushed and unsure, dark eyes wet and mouth open.

McCree doesn’t indulge his more petulant moods as much as Reinhardt does. He pushes, and goads, and – on a few memorable occasions – has denied to give Hanzo his cock if he hadn’t behaved beforehand.

After sessions with Jesse, Hanzo is empty and serene. Tuckered out like a little puppy, pliant and open to get filled with warm affection.

And for all that he is ambivalent about the way McCree goes about his business, there’s no question about how much he loves his cock. How eager he is to be allowed to spend hours on his knees, happily drooling into the coarse thatch of pubes, hands on the low hanging balls to keep them nice and warm so they’d fill him up good later on.

He loves sitting down on it; feeling how the fleshy girth in the middle of the shaft will stretch him that much wider; until his eyes start to tear up and his nose begins to run. He loves scratching his fingers through McCree’s chest hair; to hold on to it during the ride, watching McCree’s face contort with pain at the sharp tugs, but letting him do it all the same.

Sometimes, Hanzo will be overwhelmed with the feeling of McCree’s cock in his belly; will lie down on him and rub his cheek mindlessly against his soft pecs, babbling for Daddy as his hips move relentlessly; filling himself over and over again; making himself take everything Daddy had to give.

And other times, Reinhardt will be there, too; his huge hands cupping Hanzo’s pecs; fingers rolling the painfully sensitive nipples, squeezing his chest – showing it off for McCree’s viewing pleasure.

Hanzo thinks he likes those times the best. When both Daddies are there to gentle him down afterwards; box him in between their thick, hairy bodies and keep him down as long as he needs to.

The first push is always the worst. For all that Hanzo croons for cock like a seasoned whore, he always seems to forget just how big Reinhardt is. It begins with his breathing halting in a gasp, and his shoulders going tight before the pretty little cup of his back vanishes as he tries to hunch down and curl away.

His hole, rim pouting and wet with lube, winks at Reinhardt. It wants to be filled, the little cunt. Stretched wide around his cock – but Hanzo’s nerves won’t let him.

“Hey now,” Reinhardt murmurs, huge hand slowly sliding down the slope of Hanzo’s spine, and, when he doesn’t react more than a shake of his head, he manhandles him around onto his back.

Hanzo’s cheeks are flushed a ruddy red. They look even more striking against the stark black of his beard. His liquid, dark eyes stare up at Reinhardt with mute helplessness.

“There you go… What a pretty boy you are,” Reinhardt croons, watching Hanzo’s mouth abruptly go flat, the corners pulling down. Trembling. He throws one arm up and across his eyes, shielding himself from Reinhardt’s inquisitive stare. His Adam’s apple bobs.

“Gonna let Daddy give you his cock?” Hanzo’s mouth drops open at that; soft and inviting enough that Reinhardt swoops down and kisses him; makes him stop hiding under his arm in favor of clutching at him.

Hanzo is no small man; but beneath Reinhardt he seems almost dainty. Young.

“Daddy,” he groans, mouth pliant, letting Reinhardt suck on the tip of his tongue. He gets messy when he’s getting smothered beneath a big, warm body; does things he wouldn’t do normally.

Reinhardt tries it again, then; takes his cock into his huge fist and guides it towards that well-prepared hole.

Hanzo whines; face scrunching up – but it is more in his head than anything else.

The first push always is so daunting; his warm, pliant muscles having to stretch, stretch, stretch to accommodate the unrelenting width of the tip of Reinhardt’s cock.

There’s sweat beading at Hanzo’s greying temples; his body clenching down like wet silk: suckling and clinging even as it tries to force him back out.

“Daddy,” he whines again – sobs, almost – fingernails scratching into Reinhardt’s back.

“Hush… Hush now…” Reinhardt grunts, not unkind, one good eye watching with warm interest as tears prick at the corners of Hanzo’s eyes when he gets stretched wider; rim trembling around the widest part of the crown, before it finally finally pops in; held snug inside Hanzo’s body.

He is a mess beneath him, cheeks wet with sweat and tears, mouth trembling uncontrollably.

“You gonna keep Daddy’s cock warm?”, Reinhardt murmurs, pressing kisses against Hanzo’s hot, wet cheeks. “Gonna keep it nice and snug?”

He starts moving carefully; little rocking motions to feed Hanzo more of his cock; long and fat and so ready to keep the archer warm from the inside. Hanzo starts wailing, then: tries to muffle his wet mouth against the swell of Reinhardt’s shoulder, but there’s no stopping the heaving sobs he’s taking.

He will tucker himself out sooner or later. He’ll be happier for it afterwards. When he’s done getting out all the emotion he has had bottled up for too long.

He’ll get sleepy and pliant and happy on Reinhardt’s cock; grab for him with uncoordinated hands and croon; thanking Daddy so prettily for the warm dick that’s filling his belly. Asking for his cream with suckling little kisses to Reinhardt’s mouth.

His poor baby boy.