10th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 7th Fill

Zarya/76/Gabriel – femdom; pegging; praise kink; body/muscle appreciation; manhandling – Zarya is still so young but she’s got those two old men wrapped around her fingers.

Gabriel makes like pulling away, but only so that Zarya has to curl her big hand around his ankle and pull him back down the bed with a kind of ease that has his stomach tied in knots and the good Soldier’s mouth drop open while he palms his cock.

Zarya chuckles, curling an arm around one of Gabriel’s massive thighs and manhandling him until he’s on his side, leg helplessly hooked around the bend of her elbow.

“How naughty,” she purrs at him. She shuffles closer, fingers of her other hand tickling his well-lubed hole. “Somebody is yearning for a bit of rough, mayhaps?”

Gabriel scowls fiercely but his already dark cheeks are going even darker with a flush. His brown eyes are glittering as he looks back at her, glancing at the strong line of her jaw to the wide set of her shoulders. He stares at her biceps, and quickly looks away again – caught looking – when she flexes for him.

Zarya hums and shuffles closer. She has a gorgeous cock strapped on for them; long and a bit fatter than usual, though not as girthy as what either of them has packing.

She takes herself in hand and starts dragging the mostly featureless tip against the nice little snatch Gabriel has offered up before nerves got to him and he tried to be cheeky.

The good Soldier is watching from the sidelines, gloriously naked and cock in hand; eyes travelling as much across Gabriel’s thick, meaty muscles as they are tracing Zarya and her effortless dominance she reigns over them.

They’ve sparred beforehand just to feel how easily she can put the old men on their back. Maybe spread their legs and push their knees up to their shoulders just to humiliate them; let them see how her youth and strength can overpower them and make them her bitches.

They’re all sweaty and pungent; and while they are fighting against a gentle, lazy kind of lethargy, Zarya looks like she’s just begun.

She straddles the leg still stretched out on the bed, hooks Gabriel’s leg across her shoulder to have her arms free, then pushes in. Her tits sway with the motion and both men immediately stare at them.

She’s got a scar slashed across her right breast, nearly hitting her nipple. She does not look like a mom, but they both want to nurse anyway.

Zarya is surprisingly nurturing. Maybe she just gets off on making them feel smaller than they are. More helpless than they are. Jack does not quite know, nor does he care.

Gabriel sighs as she starts to easily fuck him, and Jack startles when her hand curls around his ankle, not unlike she did moments before with Gabriel, and easily pulls him closer across the already rumpled sheets.

He could kick at her and try to squirm away, but it would be futile. The thought excites him inordinately and by the glazed, needy look on Gabriel’s face, he feels the same.

They are nothing but Zarya’s toy boys and… it feels good. She manhandles him until he’s where she wants him; stretched out next to her other boy close enough that she can curl her wide palm around his cock. She has big hands, but they are still pretty looking. She likes painting her nails in bright, happy colors.

Jack has his hands unthinkingly curled against his shoulders, looking up at Zarya with heavy lidded eyes and breathing deeply. Zarya glances at him, and her face goes all soft and warm.

“Little kitten,” she purrs and he flushes dark and humiliated. He is old enough to be her father, but something about this woman makes him feel small and helpless… but protected.

She stems them around if she wants to, but he’s yet to have her actually hurt any of them. He does not think she has it in her.

Zarya leans forward some, squeezing Jack’s cock as she picks up her pace. Gabriel stretches for her and bares his throat, groaning deep in his chest when her cock slides deep and easy. Jack could lean forward and bite at his shoulders and neck. Lick at his salt-and-pepper beard.

But he can’t take his eyes off of Zarya’s swaying tits and the hard muscles of her belly, visibly contracting with every thrust forward.

She has a gorgeous cunt hidden beneath the harness she’s wearing. It’s cute and small, hidden beneath a downy soft thatch of garishly dyed pubes. It’s kept just as meticulously perfect as the rest of her body. Maybe she’ll open her thick thighs for them later. Let them fuck her slow and easy, or eat her out with their noses buried in her pink hair.

She’s easy for them; stroking their egos by coming quick and beautiful with little incentive given. It’s the only testament to her youth; to how she’s been shunned by weak boys who were intimidated by her. Her body is deliciously sensitive and they love exploiting it. Have her thighs nearly bust their skulls when she loses control and comes so hard she almost squirts.

They are very determined to make up for lost time.

“You are such good boys today,” she purrs, her accent getting their nipples tight and excited. They’ve been primed to her voice to an embarrassing degree. “I don’t think at all you want to play rough today. I think you want to be good boys that get treats…”

Gabriel groans and throws one arm across his eyes so it’s harder for them to see his flush. Jack breathes deeply and nods quick and a bit overeager when Zarya looks questioningly at him. Then she smiles.

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.

He strains before her – a mountain range moving and heaving; straining against nothing but his own desire to please her.

“Oh God,” he groans, abs clenching and hips jerking. He chokes when the motion drags her fingers against his prostate, and she eases off; watches his throat bulge beneath the thick growth of his beard.

“You look gorgeous,” Ana promises him, neatly kneeling in midst the jerking sprawl of his legs, fingers sliding out of the warm, little slit of his hole to reapply more lube. She leans down, silver hair sliding across her naked shoulders, and breathes warm across the wet tip of his cock.

Reinhardt jerks violent enough to rattle the whole bed. His good eye is wide open in panic as he digs his heels into the mattress and twitches his hips up involuntarily – big cock slapping meaty and wet against his belly when Ana smoothly leans out of the way.

“Please! Please, I… Bitte. Bitte lass mich-” He tends to lapse back into German when he’s agitated and she can’t help but find it endearing.

She hums, eye only half open, watching his desperation in lazy contentment. His deep, booming voice has become reedy with his anguish but not less appealing. When she sits down between her ankles, she can feel it vibrate through the bed and against her very core, tickling her wet folds and teasing her own desire.

She waits until he has stopped spasming, then reaches forward and drags the tip of one finger against the sensitive head and along the swollen, feverishly hot ridge. She watches more clear liquid ooze out.

“No,” she purrs simply – voice not unkind; yet Reinhardt sobs, body shaking and balls moving beneath her carefully watching gaze. “You can hold on longer for me. Age hasn’t helped your patience much, has it? But I can assist you. My pretty treat.”

She watches a string of sticky pre-cum stretch between her finger and his cock, and rubs the wetness into Reinhardt’s hipbone. When she reaches to the side, her small, high breasts rubbing against his thigh, he starts whimpering, hips moving and broad chest heaving. When she leans back up and starts attaching the toy to her harness, he suddenly moves in primal, animal fear; the big behemoth of a man pulling up his knees and putting them together; shielding his weeping cock and sweet little peach of a hole from her surprised gaze.

“You’re a stubborn one today, aren’t you?” Ana muses. She is not overly concerned – quite the contrary. The sight of Reinhardt shivering and vulnerable before her is like an aphrodisiac. She can’t help but touch herself; pull on the tight buds of her nipples and slide fingers through the slickness of her slit.

He isn’t answering, but she can see the flush of embarrassment on his face. He looks chagrined like a little boy. Ana presses a kiss against his hairy chin and laughs at him. Reinhardt can’t help but grin a little as well.

“Did you think you would come without permission?” she wants to know, small, strong hands on his ankles, thumbs rubbing against the tops of his feet. He squirms; then nods.

“Ahhh but you needn’t be afraid. I know you wouldn’t have disappointed me. You give yourself too little credit. I’ll show you, my sweet little treat. C’mon. Open up, now.”

She tugs on his ankles and he lets himself get arranged; pliant as a kitten as he watches her with simple, open adoration. Ana rubs her hands along his thighs, feeling the stone hard muscle and coarse hair beneath her fingertips.

She had never lacked confidence, but slowly sliding her toy into the warm clench of his body, seeing the needy greed as his eye takes in the sway and bounce of her tits, Ana can’t help but feel flattered.

I really need your opinion on the next time Vanessa pegs Wade, after the cancer is gone (because seriously, he had prostate cancer, its no wonder it hurt!) Vanessa would probably be kinda nervous because last time it hurt him, and she isn’t 100% sure it was just the cancer, so she’s all hesitant and gentle at first.

yassss. Like he would be babbling the whole time. And she’d just counter because it’s how they work and how they’re comfortable with each other. But her hands speak a whole different story.

She’s slow and gentle, fingertips just petting his hole, dipping in with slicked up fingers. Just a little – just to spread the wetness in and around his rim until he’s trembling beneath her and sliding his knees farther apart.

Nothing on his body is smooth anymore. That lovely, little bottom she liked to lick and spank, is still a tight, little ass but now there’s so much more texture to it that she’s been very hesitant to explore the first few weeks. Half because he wasn’t taking very good care of his personal hygiene and half because it was just scary.

By now he’s got a better grasp on everything again, though. Lets her stand in the doorway and watch him shower long and thoroughly, making sure he’s nice and clean for her to play with whenever the fancy strikes.

He smells so good now. She wants to bite him constantly and it is scary because he’s been tortured and she just wants the best for him even though he’s a fucking asshole and she’s a fucking asshole and they can be so mean towards each other.

She’s got such a pretty cock for him. It’s small and sleek, perfect for prostate stimulation, and the material is a bright, obnoxious rainbow that makes him giggle randomly whenever he thinks about it. And she loves feeling him shake beneath her. Loves it even more, though, when it’s with lust and frustration. When his quips become shaky and the sarcasm falls away until it’s just naked need when he’s begging her to finally give it to him.

“Pretty please with sugar and a cherry on top?”

And god, he’s so sensitive now. He fucking howls the first time she reaches in deep enough to gently drag her fingers across his prostate and she nearly falls off the bed in her haste to pull back, an apology on the tip of her tongue before she hears him whine pathetically, scarred face peeking at her with plaintive want across the swell of his strong, equally scarred shoulder.

“You’re killin’ me here, girl. Don’t leave a guy hanging – fuck!”

He’s breathing hard and pressing his forehead against the bedding, and he looks so lovely in that moment. Shivering and needy, an expanse of scars and grooves laid out in front of her just for her to play with.

“Pushy, pushy…” she murmurs but there’s a fond smile in her voice and she leans forward and after a second of hesitation, breathes a little kiss onto the quivering muscle of his entrance. “Get ready to get fucked, Mister Wilson.”

“Finally!”