7th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 9th Fill

McCree/Hanzo/Genji – continuation of this fic – shimadacest; dress up/feminization; slut shaming; sloppy seconds – Genji finally gets what he’s always wanted since that night.

Hanzo is clawing at whatever he can get his hands on, eyes dark and fiery. He’s been protesting against their advances, but there has been no fire behind it and a few minutes later he’s already stopped throwing insults.

His cheeks are bright red, cock nestling hard and excited in the black folds of the skirt Genji has flipped up with negligence. Hanzo looks good in his cute little dress, but Genji is in no mood to take his time and enjoy the sight.

What he wants is the red gape of his hole; wet and creamed already – used by Jesse only moments prior before Genji had made his way in after receiving a text message, waiting outside and listening impatiently to his brother howl on the big dick spearing him.

“You can’t be serious,” Hanzo rasps in a last ditch effort at preserving his dignity; trying to look like he’s not desperately, sickeningly into the thought of his little brother breeding him up and fucking him like the bitch he is.

His hands on Genji’s biceps become softer, the claws retreating in favor of him just holding on, looking at his brother with dark eyes that look cat like with the dark, sharp lines drawn around them.

“Genji, you can’t…”

Genji grunts and pushes closer. He slaps his dick against Hanzo’s balls, then his gaping hole which tries to clench on pure instinct but blooms open again immediately. McCree has dicked him well, after all.

McCree, kneeling behind Hanzo, reaches forward. He hooks his hands under his knees and pulls his legs back, spreading them wide; opening him up obscenely to his little brother’s heated, almost insane gaze. Displaying everything Hanzo has to offer; making him look like a cheap one-dollar-whore with his tits almost spilling out the little black dress he’s wearing.

“Genji,” Hanzo implores, voice gone a bit high. A bit whiny. Like he isn’t hot for it. As if his cock wasn’t flexing and dripping, eager for the shame of having his little brother slip deep into the loose mess McCree has made of his cunt.

Genji’s eyes flick up to him, boring into him as he leans forward, hands braced on the backs of Hanzo’s exposed thighs, further folding him into a tight little package and making it hard to breathe for his older brother.

“I’ve seen the photos, Hanzo,” he breathes, his cock so close, the tip caught against the soft, slippery rim of Hanzo’s hole. He moves his hips faintly, rocking minimally into his brother and letting him get a taste of the nice, blunt stretch. “I’ve seen how slutty you are for McCree…”

Hanzo’s mouth gets soft and open, though whether it is because of his shame and surprise at Genji’s confession, or how he can just about feel the stretch of his little brother’s cock gaping cunt, Genji is not sure.

In any case, Hanzo’s hands have slowly loosened from his arms, sunk down to uselessly curl against his own shoulders. He’s already stopped fighting what is happening; letting the other two fold him up into lewd positions. Showing his body off.

“What a natural you are,” Genji purrs, “You keep good care of McCree’s dick, don’t you? Let him grunt fuck you every which way…” He licks his lips, eyelids fluttering as he slowly sinks inside now, feeling how hot and squishy Hanzo’s insides are as his walls lovingly close around him. Keep him cushioned.

Beneath him, Hanzo is choking on his own spit, his toes curling in the air.

“I’ve seen you do it,” he hisses now, not particularly aggressive; he has trouble breathing; feels like Hanzo’s insides are squeezing the air out of him instead of just trying to strangle his cock. Hanzo’s face is soft and open. Lewd. Obscene looking in Genji’s book. “I’ve seen how hungry you get for his dick. You love taking care of it. Wonder how tight you were the first time he fucked you.”

He’s starting to move, short, hard thrusts that jostle Hanzo against McCree and have his dark eyes starting to roll up, a thin line of spit drooling from the corner of his mouth.

He loves getting fucked by his little brother. Loves it already even though nothing much has happened.

Loves the sensation of a cock deep dicking him without him having to do much.

“Lazy slut,” Genji pants, systems close to overheating already, so his cooling system springs to life with a vengeance, the pistons in his shoulders forcefully expelling steam. Genji himself has not much wetness to offer, yet the sound of his fucking is accompanied by lewd squelching sounds as he fucks the mess McCree left in him nice and frothy.

Jesse himself is eerily quiet. He just watches, cheeks ruddy red, eyes heavy lidded. He enjoys the show. Having his own personal whore be used by someone else.

Helpfully keeps Hanzo’s legs out of the way. They are useless for this anyway. All that interests them is his sloppy, warm cunt; always open, always ready. Not as tight as it used to be, but silky and soft and well-trained all the same.

“Is that how you imagine your life, brother?” Genji grunts, a slight whine to his voice now. He’s already so close and tears of desperation are pricking his eyes. He does not want to be done already. He wants to fuck more. More.

“Being reduced to nothing but a cunt? Getting fucked by a mutt and your little brother?”

Hanzo’s mouth drops open. He gurgles; low and undignified. Genji only doubles his efforts as he slams into him.

3rd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 9th Fill

McCree/Hanzo/Genji – Continuation of this fic. Genji comes along to Hanzo’s and Jesse’s outings. He is very possessive of Hanzo; but also curious about McCree

Genji looks like he wouldn’t be quite opposed to Jesse crawling just a bit closer, but Jesse knows better by now than to act on the amorous little purrs of the new merdragon as he is curled around his brother and staring at McCree with open fascination.

Jesse is not quite sure whether they are even brothers, but strangely enough he likes to think so. Their tails look gorgeous wrapped around each other in any case; Genji’s vibrantly green and shimmering like precious stones while Hanzo’s has started veritably glowing in all shades of blue.

It has changed since Jesse had managed to become a little more intimate with him; the pearly white darkening into flirtatious colors. He likes the thought that he’s given it to Hanzo so well that the creature wants to start courting him.

The addition of Genji has taken him somewhat by surprise but by now he suspects that the merdragon has very much invited himself along. He seems jealous of how interested Hanzo is in him, not letting his brother go and touch McCree. Instead, he holds him back and plays with him himself, intelligent green eyes never leaving Jesse; watching his reactions as he unselfconsciously spreads Hanzo’s tender little slit open to show the juicy pink insides while Hanzo squirms and clutches his satchel of trinkets close to his chest.

He looks indecisive, his lidded gaze flitting towards Jesse before bouncing away again, long tail splashing against the wet sand in agitation – but also coming again and again to let his brother show him off. It’s not something new they’re doing. Jesse can tell that much.

The way Genji finger fucks his brother is too practiced. Too familiar. He stares at Jesse with a broad grin full of sharp teeth, not even looking down Hanzo’s quivering body as he shoves two fingers into his tender little cloaca that Jesse has yet to breach with his own cock… and damn it’s difficult to stay away when he can see how lovingly that little space is clinging to Genji’s fingers, suckling and working while they pump rough and hard.

Jesse would never be that rude. But alas…

Genji looks intrigued when he pulls out his cock, big fist around the shaft, thumb pressed against the swollen head in little circles. He lets go of Hanzo like he is nothing but a toy and Jesse watches with some trepidation as the merdragon starts crawling across the rocky sand, his sharp claws digging into the soil to drag himself closer.

He’s almost in Jesse’s lap when he hisses at him, and Jesse lets go off his cock like he’s burned himself, staring with his belly curling up into a fist as the young merdragon starts sniffing at his erection – still foolishly hard and flexing for the pretty creature.

Jesse knows he has a problem with danger – he must have, since he also still fucks Gabriel, and has had his sharp teeth around his dick whenever the shark wants to suck him off – but he’s known Gabriel for years now, whereas Genji is still very much feral, and capricious enough to show it off any chance he gets. Still, there is little he can do when the merdragon starts inspecting his cock; sniffing and licking and touching, seemingly enamored with the fat girth he has to offer.

Hanzo, meanwhile, looks put out by the situation (though he looks put out by everything if Jesse is being honest) and starts crawling towards them as well.

Genji twists around, hissing at him, the fins at the sides of his head flared dangerously and Hanzo halts, then stills, sitting off to the side and pouting.

Seems like Genji is a lot more possessive than McCree had thought. He just hopes the brothers remain as docile as they are now. He does not want their sharp teeth or nails anywhere near them when they decide to fight over his cock.

3rd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 8th Fill

Hanzo +Genji+Sojiro – Hanzo gets hot over silverfox Genji and remembers his time with his father.

In the beginning, Hanzo had doubted the cyborg claiming to be his brother even was Genji. True, his first gut instinct had recognized the eyes the man – the creature – had revealed to him, but after the situation had calmed down and the adrenaline abated, he had not been so sure anymore.

Soon after officially joining, however, his fears had abated. There simply was no way around the truth that, yes, the cyborg who claimed to be his brother indeed was Genji.

The realization had hit him hard that first time he’d seen him without the mask in proper lighting, his belly aching fierce and immediate at the cut of his face; the way he twists his mouth.

That beard. Nothing like their oto-san’s, of course – their father’s facial hair had been always immaculately groomed and perfect, not like Genji’s wild, patchy scruff – but undeniably shaping his face to what he blatantly was: his father’s son.

It hits him again and again just how old they have gotten. That the carefree boy he’s almost killed has become a man that has aged far beyond his years. His voice, gentle and soft when filtered through the mechanics of his mask, is rougher, deeper when without it – and Hanzo tries not to wonder whether that, too, is a courtesy of his failed fratricide.

It troubles Hanzo at night, when he is curled on his bed, one hand feverishly, secretly working his cock as he presses the other to his mouth to muffle his soft, needy cries.

In his head, the both of them get muddled. He remembers the nervous little trysts he’s had with his father; stolen away in the oyabun’s chambers, feeling him move inside him deep and steady and teaching him all about how good it feels to let go and be used… but in his feverish mind, hand wrapped around his cock, thumb and forefinger pinching a bit mean at the crown, he finds himself slipping; the tickle of his father’s clothes becomes the slick, cool sensation of Genji’s cybernetics.

The silky glide of Sojiro’s beard along his taint becomes the scratchy burn of Genji’s greying scruff.

It shames him to no end; how he thinks of his brother when he plays with his foreskin, tugging on the silky folds and slipping a fingertip beneath it. Remembering how his father had taught him how to hold on to his orgasm as he sucked his cock, the tongue of the oyabun doing what Hanzo’s fingers try to emulate; yet when he stares down his trembling body in his fantasies, it is Genji’s knowing, calm eyes that look back up at him.

No matter who he is thinking of, though, Hanzo always whines for one: Oto-san. Whispered into the palm of his hand, big thighs shaking with want as his body burns and his balls work, so close to coming.

It bleeds into his everyday life, too. He finds himself looking at Genji and having to be careful of the first word that wants to come out; the daddy that’s on the tip of his tongue.

It is shameful. Disgraceful.

Dishonorable.

But the truth is he misses his oto-san. He’s missed him since the day he died, whining for him as he fucks himself on his own fingers, never as hard or as deep as his daddy could do; and Genji just brings it all back up again, even if he might not realize it or even would want to. His mannerisms, the way his face moves, the cadence of his voice – it is all their father.

And Hanzo aches.

3rd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 6th Fill

Hanzo/McCree (+mentions of Hanzo/Genji) – ABO; old Omega!Hanzo (Okami skin); young alpha!McCree + Genji; lactation kink; breeding kink

There is no denying that Hanzo has a thing for young Alphas. He thinks they are cute; wide shoulders and big hands and meaty cocks and no idea how to properly work any of it.

Genji is better about it; thinking first about Hanzo’s need before wondering how to quickly enough get his dick inside that warm, well-used hole, and he will teach McCree to be good, as well.

He is eager, at least. Wants to please – even if he sometimes forgets his own strength when his cock is blood heavy and so very ready to shoot off at the very mention of a ripe Omega cunt.

The first time he’s pushed Hanzo down to the floor and rabbit fucked against the apex of his thighs, coming quick and messy and whining the whole way through. Now, after some training, he’s become better about it.

A rough fist in the hair at the back of his head usually does the trick to make him slow down, mouth open to pant in the delicious pheromones of the old, ripe Omega below him. He whines and sounds heartbreakingly forlorn even with his big paws still on Hanzo’s tits.

“Easy,” Hanzo scolds, his nipples throbbing at the rough treatment of McCree’s palms dragging across them. “You’ll never coax an Omega to give you milk like this.”

Jesse flushes but he takes the rebuke in stride. He has become surprisingly docile under Hanzo’s leadership. Where just a few months ago he’s been crude and trying to mount and breed at the drop of a hat, he now seems to possess unending reserves of patience.

Secretly, Hanzo thinks of his two young Alphas as his rescue dogs. They just needed a bit of proper working and a steady hand.

He spreads his thighs farther, lets Jesse cuddle in closer against the V of his hips and scratches sharp fingernails down his spine because he knows the Alpha likes it.

His cock is a hot, hard line against the crease of Hanzo’s thigh, but that is alright as long as he only uses it when and how Hanzo sees fit.

For today, Jesse is allowed to play with his tits and figure out how to massage the creamy milk out of them. Hanzo settles back against the many pillows he used to build his nest and watches Jesse’s scrunched up face with half-closed eyes.

Finally, he starts moving again, big hands gentling down and cupping the swell of Hanzo’s chest, thumbs dragging across the plump teats. For now he’s only managed to get the tips of his fingers wet, but it is enough to keep him interested in the task; Hanzo can see his nostrils flaring as he scents the air.

He’s so very animalistic still. Older than Genji but so much rougher around the edges still. So much to learn after a lifetime of running with the wrong crowd, thinking Omegas are just warm little holes to be pulled on his big, fat cock.

Maybe he’ll sit on him, later, he muses, playing with a strand of long grey hair that he curls around his finger again and again. Jesse always gets flustered when he’s put on his back and made to submit.

Hanzo wonders how he’d take to being trained for cock. Genji had learned to love getting mounted by his older Omega brother, but as patient and good-natured Jesse has become, Hanzo wonders if he’d let him explore that hairy virginal hole he’s hiding from everyone so jealously.

Maybe he’ll let him watch as he breeds Genji. Let him ‘accidentally’ stumble across it so he can watch from the hallway as their Omega master is mounted up and holds an Alpha down by the scruff of his neck, fucking into his needy little cunt with practiced ease.

He thinks it he would enjoy training Jesse like that.

He purrs when the Alpha finally leans down to start and kitten lick at his tits, coaxing more milk from him as he closes his lips around the areola and starts to suck with little grunting sounds in the back of his throat.

Hanzo lets his head fall back against the pillows, arching his back towards him. He loves how eager and teachable young Alphas are.

1st Ko-Fi Fic Prompt :)

Here’s the first fic in my list commissioned by @mujaween following this post of Genji hacking McCree’s phone to look at lewd pictures and wanting all the dirty details… got a bit carried away and it got ~2,400 words instead :’ )

“Ugh Genji… come on, you’re a good lad an’ all but I can’t…” Jesse trails off, eyes tracking the movement of the bottle Genji is slowly swaying in front of him, tantalizing as the dark liquid sloshes inside.

Genji hums, the sound a bit robotic behind his mask, and kneels down next to Jesse in a fluid, graceful motion.

“What’s the matter? Don’t like it anymore?”

Jesse’s dark eyes are pinned on the bottle. He wants it badly, Genji can tell, but he’s not yet reaching for it, cheeks going ruddy red beneath his scruffy beard as he shrugs his shoulders and tugs the brim of his hat down to shield his eyes from Genji’s unwavering stare.

“Yourbrother’sgon’beangrywithme’sall,” he slurs quick and under his breath, then adds a bit more intelligible: “Can’t be comin’ home to him stinkin’ of booze all the time.”

Genji shifts minimally, his cock feeling warm and heavy beneath the fabric of his codpiece.

“It’s just once a week,” he wheedles, “Can’t believe the big Jesse McCree is cowed by some little housewife antics.”

Jesse flinches and chokes on his spit, quickly sitting up straight from his slump on the roof of the base and eying Genji nervously… or embarrassed? Genji cocks his head, watching the color of Jesse’s face darken even more before the other suddenly thrusts his arm out and practically snatches the booze out of Genji’s hands.

“Ye’re right. ‘course you are. Just once a week – a man is allowed to enjoy himself, right?”

Genji nods sagely. “Of course he is.”

“Yeah. Yes. ‘Course he is.”

Genji slips closer, settling down next to Jesse, hands folded casually across the swell of his cock beneath the fabric, faceplate in place to shield how hot his cheeks had gotten and how glassy he knew his eyes are already.

Jesse unscrews the booze easy enough and knocks shoulders with Genji amicably, then takes a little swig.

.o.

Jesse is no alcoholic by any stretch of the imagination, but he’s cocky and trusting enough that he lets himself easily get goaded into drinking a bit more than he should.

When he starts rummaging in his serape to fish a cigar out of its depths, it is easy for Genji to nab his phone for a second, place the little chip on the back and push it back into the back pocket of Jesse’s jeans.

He then tucks out his own phone, heart beating fast with adrenalin as he selects the app he needs, watching as a new picture folder is being downloaded.

His mouth goes dry when he finally opens it up and he is presented with Jesse’s private pictures. The latest one just greets him in a tiny preview yet still makes him bite his tongue to keep quiet as he quickly taps on it.

Next to him, Jesse finally has produced the cigar and carefully clips the end, humming a little tune back in his throat. He has no idea what his silent companion is up to as the unreadable mask is directed at the screen of Genji’s phone.

A screen where he can see what he knows is McCree’s dick – fat and ruddy, with his hairy belly visible in the bottom of the frame while the rest is occupied by his very own brother, gazing up with an out-of-it expression as he suckles at the cock.

Genji shifts, free hand dropping between his thighs, grabbing at his cock as he stares mesmerized at the POV shot; how Hanzo’s perfectly groomed beard is already shiny with spit. How there are more tacky spots along his sharp cheekbones where McCree must have rubbed the tip of his cock against – or maybe even slapped Hanzo with his dick, and isn’t that a nice thought? His brother on his knees, begging for cock and getting slapped with a big ruddy dick for his trouble?

Hanzo is almost cross-eyed, staring up into the camera, his dark eyes bottomless and glassy. Needy. There is a bulge in the left side of his cheek where Jesse has pushed his dick into, and Genji wants that so badly he almost feels nauseous.

When he sees the date of the picture, he wants to sob. Last night. Last night Jesse got to fuck his brother; had him on his dick like a cheap whore and made pictures of him sucking his dick – and Genji… Genji has been in his room, grunt fucking his fist against the mattress and imagining it was Hanzo; sloppy and used and just as slutty as he always imagines Hanzo will be.

“Had a good night yesterday? You were gone pretty quick.” He can’t stop staring at the stretch of Hanzo’s lips around a cock, or the metal of McCree’s arm, fingers curled unforgivingly in Hanzo’s hair – ready to pull him down on the dick and use him as a fleshlight.

Jesse grunts noncommittally, then seems to think a bit more on it, eyes squinting into the dark sky as he recollects what he’s been up to – then the corner of his mouth ticks up.

“Yeah. Somethin’ like that. Was good.”

Genji can see that. His eyes are glued to the screen, thumb unwilling to swipe to the next picture. The longer he watches, the more details he can see; like the fact that Hanzo is wearing make-up; subtle but there, the sharp, dark line around his eyes a bit muddied by unshed tears.

God, Genji wants that. Wants to fuck his brother so good he cries.

“Yes? Did you have fun?”

Jesse chuckles, rolling the lit cigar into the corner of his mouth and leaning back against the wall, cocky and satisfied.

“Yep. Had some good wholesome fun with… uh…” He starts to realize with whom he is talking about whom and clears his throat awkwardly, finishing his sentence a bit lame with: “Yeah. Had fun.”

Genji is not deterred. His belly is on fire and his cock is spitting pre-cum against the tight fabric of his codpiece.

“Did my brother save a horse, cowboy?” His voice falls short miles of playful. It is rough and low. It becomes difficult to speak with the mask on, his breath hot and thick until he lifts his mildly shaking hand and unlatches it.

Jesse is quiet for a bit, taking a swig of the booze. He eyes Genji’s face which has to be as flushed as he feels, his hand curled around his phone so tightly that the case creaks.

“Shit,” Jesse murmurs, his cheeks taking on another deep, warm glow. He scratches at the back of his head, not looking at Genji who directs his gaze back down, swipes to the next picture and whimpers very quietly in the back of his throat.

“Yeah… s… s’pose so,” Jesse mutters next to him as Genji stares at his brother in a black dress that almost looks like a maid uniform but does not quite. There are pink slips of fabric everywhere; a silky band around his waist, and a laceline of it along the hem of the skirt. His hair is bound with a pink ribbon as well, though not all of it. It looks more artful like this and less like a necessity, and as he stares at it, something connects in his mind and he swipes back to the first picture and – there it is. The pink little slip of silk just barely visible in the black mess of Hanzo’s hair.

Genji lifts his free hand unthinkingly, biting at it to keep quiet; keep himself from slipping his dick out in front of McCree and fucking it, thinking of his big, serious brother wearing a little dress for his man just yesterday. His tits look fantastic in it, too; his torso is too broad, making the fabric strain, and giving his pecs a plush, full look – like they are perfectly capable to being fucked good.

He thinks back on his little housewife comment earlier and McCree’s weird reaction to it. He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply through his nose.

Jesse is still not looking at him. He seems embarrassed and Genji can’t even fathom it when just yesterday he’s had Hanzo in a dress sucking his dick.

“You definitely pulled the stick out of his ass,” Genji murmurs. Jesse is startled into a laugh, his voice sounding a bit hysterical when he answers: “Don’t know ‘bout that one. If anything I replaced it with somethin’ else.”

Then he takes another quick swig, his face looking pinched – like he is chastising himself for speaking like that, though Genji does not know whether it is because he is talking like that about his lover or because he is talking like that in front of his lover’s brother.

Or maybe both.

Genji pushes on to the next picture and becomes very quiet, staring at it as Jesse mutters under his breath, holding the bottle of booze to his chest like a shield.

Genji feels like crying as he stares at a picture of his brother’s ass. Hanzo seems to be kneeling on a bed or something, bracing himself on his shoulders so his hands are free to reach down and spread his cheeks apart for Jesse’s – Genji’s – viewing pleasure. There is black fabric bunched around his waist, probably of the same damn dress, skirt flipped up to let his lover fuck him and cream his hole; his hole that is flushed an irritated red from usage, loose and wet, obviously freshly dicked as it is still gaping buttery soft, with a thick drip of cum slowly oozing out of it.

Jesse is shifting restlessly next to him; has been for a while now, in fact – both of them quiet for a long time as Genji has been absorbed in the picture of his brother’s fucked-out cunt, and Jesse thinking… whatever.

When Genji glances over, he can see the bulge of his dick. Jesse’s always said that booze made him horny, and thinking of his brother behaving like a cockslut obviously only makes matters worse.

Genji swallows but his throat is still dry.

“How is it?” he asks. Jesse eyes him out of the corner of his eye, then grunts. “How’s what.”

Genji licks his lips, stares down at the screen of his phone, eyes tracking the red gape of Hanzo’s sloppy hole.

“How is it to fuck my brother.”

Jesse goes very still next to him, and for a moment Genji thinks this is it – Jesse will stand and walk away and never talk to him again. He won’t go telling Hanzo, that’s not who Jesse is, but he will definitely not stand for Hanzo’s brother to-

Jesse pushes his hat far down above his eyes until Genji can only see the ruddy red of his cheeks – so very similar to the color of his fat, hard dick when it slips into his brother’s used holes – and the line of his lips clamped tightly around his cigar.

He’s not gone yet, and Genji… Genji has to know. He’s going crazy having these pictures at his disposal; knowing that Hanzo willingly let himself get photographed like this-

“Jesse,” he rasps, leaning forward a bit, hand between his thighs, slipping the codpiece to the side to let his dick at the cool night air, wet with pre-cum and flexing with the need to come. “How is it to fuck my brother. Is he good on your cock? Does he feel nice?”

“Fuck yeah he does,” Jesse grunts, voice wrecked; so deep Genji can barely understand what he’s saying. “Can take me any time of the fucking week; anywhere I want. He’s so hungry for it; can’t fucking keep up with him most o’ the time.”

Jesse pinches the cigar between two fingers to keep it from falling to the floor, his mouth open and wet as he pants, hand on his dick similar to Genji though he has not yet pulled it out.

He sounds haunted; like he has to confide; like he’s been dying to for an eternity and the knowledge of how lewd Hanzo actually is is keeping him up at night.

Genji is jerking off openly now, staring at Jesse. He leans forward, pushes his hat back. He needs to see his eyes; how he looks like a man on a chase. Jesse flinches back a bit, licks his lips, glances at Genji’s face, then at his dick, out and wet and flushed an angry red.

“Shit,” he whispers, then a bit louder once more: “Shit.”

He closes his eyes, swallows, then opens them once again. Stares Genji straight in the eyes.

“He feels like he’s gonna keep your dick for good when you fuck him. He doesn’t wanna let you move but begs for it like a cat in heat. He’ll scratch you up for pullin’ out, an’ for pushin’ in. Pretends like he doesn’t want dick like he needs it to live and gets crazy for it a second later.”

He’s got his cock out now as well, both of them panting, staring at each other jerking off. Genji imagines it; Hanzo acting like a man possessed, howling like a goddamn cat for dick, to get fucked, but not wanting it to move as well.

Jesse curses under his breath, lets his head fall back, hips flexing into his fist. Genji closes his eyes and bites his lips; tries to imagine his brother’s hole on his cock; silky and wet and so very well fucked.

“He’s trained like a seasoned whore,” Jesse suddenly continues, hoarse. Genji bites his tongue. “Can take anything you give ‘im. Loves to be slapped around a bit. Wants to be fucked like a slut and acts like one, too. I-”

Jesse looks almost pained, his fist looking like he’s strangling his dick. “I wanna get him to a gas station sometime. Have him dolled up and ready for use. Watch him get dicked by the truckers. He’d love it, too.”

Genji has trouble swallowing, his tongue hanging out like a dog, cock aching.

“I want him,” he rasps, returning Jesse’s startled gaze, the sound of them jerking off slick and lewd in the cool air. “I want to fuck my big brother, Jesse.”

They stare at each other as they come, cheeks dark red and breaths puffing out, but an understanding between them that makes Genji feel nauseatingly hopeful.

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(flop) How about post recall sweet, soft top Genji giving Hanzo some body worship ‘3’ (chu’s yo face)

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“You’re still sitting seiza,” Genji comments in a low murmur, face hidden behind his visor. Hanzo tries to mimic him; tries to keep his face neutral and stony to give just as little away as his brother, but he fails miserably, dark eyes glancing up hopefully from beneath his dark lashes.

“It suits you,” Genji says after a little pause meant to unnerve Hanzo just a bit more. He reaches for him, ergonomically shaped fingertips beneath his chin, lifting his head up for further inspection. “You have always been beautiful, brother.”

He strokes along the line of his neatly trimmed beard, thumb coming up to trace the shape of his wide mouth, the corners pulled down as ever in a severe, haughty expression that comes natural to his brother’s disposition; a boon just as much as it is a curse.

Genji keeps his head tilted up with a hand beneath his chin; looks his fill at his body. He has been lither in youth; not as heavy-set with thick muscles, but Genji can’t say that he minds. Not when he watches the swell of his tits positively heaving.

“Come here…” he says, and then tags on as an afterthought: “Brother…” and Hanzo shudders bodily but does crawl closer: knee waking between Genji’s knees. Looking up at him with a sly kind of hunger that makes Genji smirk beneath his visor.

“You’ve become prettier with age,” he tells him earnestly, one hand dipping down and cupping the swell of his pec. Hanzo preens beneath the words and the attention; arches his back, and pushes his chest into his brother’s touch.

He has always been vain. He laps the praise up like it’s water in a desert. Genji thinks that he hasn’t been admired in a long, long time. There had been no underlings on the road, assuring him of his looks.

Genji doesn’t comment, but urges him to lean forward with the hand at his chin. Hanzo goes easily, willingly, mouth falling open as he sees Genji’s cock; long and sleek, the different segments barely registering as they slide across his tongue and down his throat without preamble.

Hanzo, as much as he likes to make others think that he is above them; that he is cool and collected and superior at all times; is an old hand at sucking cock. He knows how to angle his body, knows how to keep his throat relaxed. He knows how to drool liberally to get the way smooth and slick, eyes never leaving Genji’s impassive faceplate.

He gets off on not knowing where he stands with his brother just as much as he loathes it. It makes him more desperate; more eager to show himself off.

It makes him less likely to stop Genji, even as he pushes in deep enough to make Hanzo’s nose bury in his pubes if he still had them. Instead, he mashes his brother’s nose against his body, and listens to him gag; wet and ugly and perfect, throat working and clicking around the intrusion.

He holds his head for a few seconds before he finally lets him pull back, the sound a nasty squelch that quite literally lights his body up. He watches Hanzo’s dull red face; lips wet with spit, eyes close to overflowing with tears.

Genji hums softly, hands traveling to the back of his head, tugging free the ribbon holding his hair.

“Beautiful. Just like old times, isn’t it, Anija?” He pulls him back in while Hanzo is still heaving for breath, and his brother opens up more than willingly for the abuse, hands shaking where they are curled atop his thighs. Never lifting to push at Genji.

He lets himself get throat fucked, neck swelling and turning a brick red from the air restriction, tears soon flowing down his cheeks. He is undignified like this: drooling and gagging and crying… but still so very hungry. So very ready for his brother’s cock.

“Doing so good,” Genji purrs, making sure to drag his cock along Hanzo’s tongue and make him feel every ridge of the segments. “I love you so much, anija.”

Hanzo’s broad shoulders relax a bit more; body slumping enough that Genji has to hold him upright to finish what he started.

He laughs at how silly his brother is, and Hanzo just mindlessly nuzzles his cock.

Shimadacest underneath

The difference between sober Hanzo and drunk Hanzo did not lie within his love of cocks and getting stuffed to the brim – it lay within his expression of how much he actually needed to get filled.

He was uncoordinated when he was drunk like he was now – a little cross-eyed, endearingly so, and not quite able to grab at their dicks on the first try – but he was so very thankful for whatever they gave him; mumbling indistinct thank yous and arigatous even when Jesse was just teasingly slapping the fat head of his dick against Hanzo’s outstretched tongue, or when Genji was simply playing at stuffing him with cock: pressing close and insistent enough to almost push in, before letting it glance off and slip up, getting the top of Hanzo’s crack and the small of his back shiny with fluid.

His face is flushed dark from alcohol and lack of air, throat bulging with the cock Jesse had finally given him – fucked slowly and lovingly past the tight restriction of Hanzo’s throat, listening to him artlessly gag on the fat dick.

It’s wet and messy, his eyes tearing up, but when Jesse carefully inches back to let him breath, he tries fucking himself forward immediately.

Whenever they let go of him, he teeters on all fours, body seemingly indecisive where he wants to crawl first; whether he wants to kiss Jesse’s balls or lick at Genji’s fingers.

When he’s drunk, Hanzo is so delightfully clumsy.

“You’re so dishonorable, brother,” Genji coos, faceplate up, scarred face looking smug as he just has to lay a hand onto his brother’s back to get him to arch for him, hips angling up, the soft pout of his hole wet from Genji’s own excitement beckoning him closer. “Can’t hold your sake…”

He doesn’t fuck as doggedly as he used to – always wondering whether it would be the last time he got to feel his brother’s warm little snatch around his dick, clenching and greedy and so very hot; by now he knows that Hanzo will come back. That he craves this; craves his little brother fucking him easily – leisurely – with one hand on his hip and the other in the small of his own back, dicking him with little airy thrusts; fucking him as negligently as a frat boy would.

And Hanzo just goes wild for it, groans sloppily around McCree’s cock, drooling liberally; the flush of his intoxication making his body red and hot.

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replied to your post “Soft cocks are so cute… why’s there not more lil fics about them….”

I can’t tell u how many times I’ve reread ur soft cock hanzo fic *dies*

you sweetieeee ❤ ❤ have this ❤ ❤

Hanzo’s cock when soft – and it was soft most of the time – was a perfect fit for Genji’s mouth. He loved peeking up at his brother’s red face; how he pressed the back of one hand against his mouth to stifle the little sounds he was making, the other hand grabbing Genji’s newly dyed hair.

Genji grins around the small mouth full, finger wriggling deep in Hanzo’s ass, feeling up the silky walls, pressing into them to feel their nice and soft give – and simultaneously press his knuckle into his brother’s sensitive rim.

Hanzo’s eyes close, chest heaving, swallowing down his needy groan as his prostate gets rounded again and again, Genji’s cheeky tongue dipping against the head of his cock, slipping beneath, pressing it almost painfully firm up against his hard palate.

After a moment of torturing him, he lets Hanzo’s soft cock slip out of his mouth, watching it flop wet and pink against his balls.

“G-Genji…”

“I’m not gonna continue if you’re playing dirty, Hanzo,” he murmurs, dipping his head low to tongue obscenely at the soft dick, pushing it around just to make Hanzo squirm in embarrassment. “I wanna hear you.”

He pulls out a bit, rubbing a second finger against his brother’s rim, then slowly pushing it in alongside the first one – making the sensitive hole stretch around both. Already, Hanzo’s eyes were rolling up, knees trembling to spread wider.

“You’re so sensitive, nii-chan,” Genji whispers, mouthing along the shaft of Hanzo’s cock, enjoying how he can’t even feel a twitch even though it has started to drool wet and messy pre-cum out of excitement.

He loved playing with his big brother.

“Shh, don’t cry. It’ll all be over soon. Now keep counting.” shimadacest oviposition? :3

“Shh, don’t cry. It’ll all be over soon.” Genji is cupping Hanzo’s face, thumbs wiping at the copious tear tracks running down his cheeks.

Hanzo is panting, tongue nearly lolling out of his mouth, little sounds of strain spilling from his throat as he tries to bear down again but has to stop after just a few seconds. Genji lets him calm down for a moment or two, then wipes away sweaty strands of hair from his forehead. “Now keep counting.”

It is a way of keeping Hanzo focused on the task at hand, if nothing else. He looks uncomfortably gorgeous squatting naked in the bathroom, body shivering, a small clutch of secret, illicit eggs already in the makeshift towel nest Genji had built there.

“F-F-F-Five,” Hanzo stutters out, hands clutching claw-like at Genji’s upper arms as he squeezes his eyes shut and starts bearing down, face getting red with strain and embarrassment.

Genji pets his head and rubs his arms and can only watch in dumb, excited amazement how his brother’s cock bobs hard and needy between his spread thighs. The tip barely peeks out of the foreskin, smooth balls drawn up tight towards his body. What Genji wants to do most of all is suck it into his mouth; slurp up his brother’s pre-cum.

While he stares, another blue-and-green speckled egg drops into the nest. Fuck, but they wouldn’t be able to hide the identity of the parents if anybody got a hold of the eggs – and even if that made the dragon rumble and stretch in possessive delight, Genji felt a little light-headed with fear.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispers to Hanzo. “You almost got it.”

His belly was as good as flat again; the tight muscles working visibly to help expell the last of the eggs Genji had laid into him. He immediately missed the little bump that had been there the past weeks, but he supposed Hanzo would not agree to a mounting without condom any time soon.

Ah, I love it when you talk about oviposition it’s a super huge kink of mine! There’s not enough love for it honestly.

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Genji filling Hanzo with his eggs would be really hot. Even better when Hanzo has to push them out later”

“You are such a diligent mother, Hanzo,” Genji whispers, voice humming with that new buzz that made Hanzo squirm until his belly started gurgling from the motion, large immovable eggs shifting within his gut.

He groans before he can press a hand in front of his mouth and Genji tuts, curling closer around his back, hands sliding beneath Hanzo’s sweaty knees to pull them up towards his chest.

“You’ve kept them warm for so long. Do you want my children, aniki? Little dragons for your own?”

Hanzo grunts at the new shift of his belly, eggs moving, sliding, lowering. His ears start to burn before his cheeks do. He has to fight to keep his rim closed against the insistent push of the eggs Genji filled him with earlier – patiently pushing the well-lubed toys inside his trussed up brother while listening to his threats and curses with that enigmatic omnic visage of his.

Genji tuts behind him. One hand moves from behind his knee, down the back of his thigh; cool, metallic fingertip circling the quivering rim of his hole with tickling brushes.

“Don’t hold back now, Hanzo. Don’t hurt yourself – don’t hurt our little dragons. You need to let them go now…”

Hanzo grits his teeth, head falling back against Genji’s shoulder, black and grey strands of hair plastered to the sides of his sweaty face. He strains back, presses his heated shoulders against Genji’s cool chestplate and holds on as much as he can – tries not to give in to the urge and disgrace himself in front of his brother.

“Haaanzo,” Genji wheedles, gentle… tranquil – his fingertip still circling the slick, trembling muscle until suddenly it gives way; just opens up and lets gravity do its work as a smooth, round ball slides out of Hanzo, the next filling up the emptied space immediately. Slides down in a fluid motion that leaves Hanzo reeling, eyes wide and mouth hanging open from the relief of one ‘egg’ deposited.

Genji coos at him. Strokes his bulging belly with one hand as the other plucks the ball up and puts it to the side in the little nest he made. Hanzo can see it well – is sure Genji has placed it just where he has because he wants him to see it.

“Taking such good care of my eggs, aniki,” Genji whispers again, hand rubbing and gently pushing down, helping the balls to move inside Hanzo’s gut, pressing down against the red, inflamed looking rim that opens easier this time – just capitulates at the smooth pressure of the ball.

“Oh,” Hanzo gasps, cheeks pounding with blood, stumps jerking uselessly in the air. His nipples feel over sensitive, and his gut is gurgling, moving the eggs around, working them down his intestines until he can carefully push them out one by one with a little wave of the generous amounts of slick Genji has pushed into him alongside the precious cargo.

“Beautiful,” Genji comments.