3rd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 7th Fill

human Winston/Lúcio – another part for the housewife!Lúcio fic. Winston still comes prematurely but Lúcio is a good sport about it

“I… ah… ah…” Winston stutters, one hand automatically lifting, the fingers trembling badly as he pushes his glasses back up. Like he isn’t balls deep in the suckling welcoming heat of Mr. Ogundimu’s husband; feeling his insides squeeze and milk.

Like he isn’t already coming; only a few scant thrusts in and unable to hold back when Lúcio is so very sweet for it, making a scene like Winston is any good at fucking.

He’s loud, voice breathy and dreamy sounding as he makes his little ‘ah, ah, ah’s and ‘mmmhh’s and Winston does not feel as mortified as he maybe should at having blown his load so quickly. Again.

Lúcio’s hands travel down, gloved fingertips curling around the ruffled hem of his skirt, slowly pulling up to show the gorgeous length of his cock. He looks dazed, eyes sleepy, lips so glossy and pink – probably painted with some kind of lipstick – as he starts rubbing his belly slow and gentle, looking up at Winston like he’s in love with him.

“I can feel it here,” he whispers and Winston stares at him mute, overwhelmed with the whole situation, cock only half soft and still inside the sticky little slit Mr. Ogundimu’s husband seems so very generous with. (Winston has seen him offer it up to various of the employees around the house already.)

“Your cum,” Lúcio says when Winston does not respond. “I can feel it right here. So nice and warm…” Winston stares down at where Lúcio is still petting himself. Part of him weakly pipes up that that can’t be right , that there is no way; but Lúcio looks so sweet and earnest and out of it, squirming and reaching for Winston, grabbing at his lapels and pulling him down on top of him.

“I can feel your cock there, too,” he whispers into his ear, “How it pushes into my belly when you fuck me so good.”

Winston goes red hot, spluttering, making a weak, pathetic sound when his cock starts filling out again, eager as a teen, body primed to be used for once. By a pretty little… l… lady like this, nonetheless.

“Yes.. yes, just like that,” Lúcio coos, encouraging all the way, fingers carding through Winston’s wild hair and nuzzling at his throat. “Fuck me good. You have such a nice big dick. Can feel you for days. Think of you when you’re not here and I have to stuff my fingers in there to make it ache less… Can fit so many in after you’ve stretched me out so well.”

Winston chokes on his own tongue, eyes wide, spooked looking like a colt’s as he stares into Lúcio’s face, feels him undulate, moving his hips to fuck himself on Winston’s cock, eyelids fluttering when he uses Winston like a toy.

His small hand reaches for Winston’s thick wrist, pulls his unresisting body as he wants him to be. Places his palm on his belly where he petted earlier, and Winston wheezes out loud when he can feel the faint bump of his cock moving inside the pretty lady.

Lúcio beams at him. He looks proud, body goddamn cuddling with Winston’s cock as he does all the work, cooing and petting and distracting Winston from coming too quickly again.

“Do you like fucking me, Winston?” Lúcio whispers into his ear, and his answer is out before he can think much on it: “Yes, Ma’am. Thank you.”

He stiffs, mortified – horrified at is blunder; but Lúcio just keeps on purring, pretty body undulating, working his cock like a champ as he fucks the previous load frothy and makes it drip out of his clever little hole.

For the baby prompts! Pup McCree popping his knot early and embarrassing himself when pack Alpha Gabe presents to him for the first time (kinda a continuation of that pup McCree fic you did a while back) thanks boo

“What are you waiting for, kid?” Gabriel twists his hips at the waist sinuously, swerving his ass in a way that should be illegal. “Don’t got all day…”

It is enticing for sure – especially coupled with the spicy, warm Alpha smell permeating the air; thick enough that Jesse wants to follow it to the source and sniff and lick at the big man’s junk.

Gabriel looks back over his shoulder. The kid is not a kid anymore. Not really. Jesse is big, shoulders bulky and hips still boyishly slim. He’s hairy, too – especially under the arms where he is stupidly proud of it; and Gabriel’s belly does a slow, delicious flip when he watches him stand there, all bravado gone, hand’s on his dick as if to shield it.

Gabriel twists his hips again; sees how Jesse’s dark eyes follow the motion, his wide mouth dropping open to taste the pheromones in the air.

“Jesse,” he sing-songs with a smooth, coaxing voice, angles his knees farther apart. “Come here.”

Jesse jerks to life and follows the command obviously on autopilot. He is drilled to obey his commander’s voice, and Gabriel preens as he sees the flush on his cheeks.

The kid kneels behind him, big hands on Gabriel’s hips, and he can hear him breath out forcefully when he stretches cat-like and lowers his upper body down, arms outstretched before him.

Relaxed. Unconcerned about presenting like this to another Alpha. To feeling Jesse’s fat cock slide along his crack.

“Boss,” Jesse murmurs and shuffles closer; he gets his slim hips practically plastered against Gabriel’s ass, his hipbones sharp against him. Still needs to be fed some more, this one.

“You like this?” Gabriel asks, watching him over his shoulder. He can feel the wetness of Jesse’s dick; tacky and warm against his tailbone. Jesse nods wordlessly and swallows hard. Leans across Gabriel’s back and whines when he can’t blanket him like he is probably used to from Omegas and their generally smaller figures.

Instead, he curls his arms around Gabriel’s torso and holds on for dear life as he starts to jackrabbit against him; fucking the cleft of his ass.

It is not what he wants, exactly, but he still purrs for him. Gabriel knows when to use a treat instead of reprimands.

It is only when Jesse suddenly falters, his little whines taking on a decidedly desperate edge that Gabriel realizes maybe letting him rut like this hasn’t been a good idea after all.

Before he can buck him off and make him calm down, there is the hot splash of cum against the small of his back, Jesse fucking like a man much younger than he, biting at Gabriel’s shoulders and neck as he knots the fucking air like a pup.

“McCree,” Gabriel groans, forehead falling against the sheets, annoyed and still hot for a fuck, and quietly pleased with how much he has been able to rile Jesse up with so little.

Jesse just whimpers, and presses his hot, humiliated face between Gabriel’s shoulder blades.

My Ko-Fi

Yo!!! Little something for @hinoart because of her fuuucking sweet thicc Gabriel. uuuuunnnffff….

featuring adorably stupid Jack just being a slut for fat Reyes ass ❤ he’s such an overexcited puppy. I almost pity him.

Jack had been staring the whole fucking day and the worst was – Gabriel knew it. There was no way he had not noticed his unsubtle Indiana farmboy staring – how he’d stopped everything he was doing the second he’d spied Gabriel walking into the gym, mouth dropping open, eyes taking in the tiny shorts and the tanktop that was clinging for dear fucking life, goddamn Gabriel did you not have anything more fitting?! around the sheer breadth of his torso.

As he’d walked over, casual and bumping fists with other recruits, the small shorts had started to move up – sliding into the creases of his thighs, showing off the meaty, scarred swell of them and further cupping his crotch in a frankly obscene fashion.

Jack found himself wondering whether he was even wearing underwear. Staring – and trying so hard not to stare – he could make out the outline of Gabriel’s dick. Christ.

“Yo,” Gabriel grunted as he’d stepped closer, bending to plop his water bottle next to the workout machine and giving Jack another view of those tiny shorts riding up into the crack of his ass; plump looking and still pure muscle.

By now, they were alone in the gym – and still, Jack had not been able to calm the fuck down. Every time he thought he’d found his equilibrium, another little thing caught his attention: the way Gabriel’s thighs slipped and slid against each other, sweaty and trembling in exertion, the strong muscles in stark relief – no thigh gap to be had with this one… the way his shirt became all but see-through, his dark brown nipples on full display, the thin, straining fabric cupping the swell of his pecs… even dipping into the shallow valley of his belly button.

How the fuck was it even still holding up.

Hell, even the dark, wetly curling hair beneath Gabriel’s arms had taken his rapt attention, only drawn over in the first place by Gabriel’s low grunts of strain as he pushed weights with his goddamn fucking legs. He’d just barely caught himself before starting off on fantasizing about him pushing his face against Gabriel’s ribs and inhaling deeply….

“You’re a thirsty boy today, Morrison.”

He jerked, head snapping over again, staring with owl-eyes at Gabriel absolutely preening on the machine, sitting with his arms up and behind his head, his sweaty body on display – revealing clothes straining to fit around him.

Even his shorts were soaked with sweat. Jack could see the outline of his dick’s head. He could see fucking everything and wasn’t even shocked anymore to realize that Gabriel actually had gone commando – he was too preoccupied fantasizing about sucking Reyes’ dick sweat through the fabric.

“Want a taste?”

Jack’s hands curl into helpless fists on his thighs and release again. His cock is already pitching a ridiculous tent in his own loose shorts.

He nods helplessly – because what the fuck else was he supposed to do?

.o.

“Get in there. Yeah. That’s the ticket, farmboy.”

Gabriel sounds smug and in charge and only the tiniest bit breathless. He’s kneeling carefully on the seat of the equipment, one finger hooked helpfully into the leg hole of his shorts, pulling it aside to give Jack access to the humid crack of his ass – and Jack fucking took that opportunity, burying himself deep enough to make Reyes grunt int surprise brace himself from the jostle.

He is drowning in Gabriel’s fat ass and thinks he will probably suffocate himself like an idiot because he doesn’t want to pull back and breathe.

His hands are on Gabriel’s thighs – those huge, unbelievable thighs – feeling them up; feeling them tense and get rock hard beneath his groping fingers.

His chin is nudging against the soft skin of the heavy, swinging balls that managed to slip out of the tight confines of the tiny shorts. Everything is hot and humid. Gabriel is laughing at him breathlessly; insulting him in rough sounding Spanish that he can’t understand but still makes his ears burn and his cock surge in his shorts.

“Maybe I’ll let you fuck me if you make this good, Morrison.” Gabriel sounds like he’s almost in tears from mirth. He’s angling backwards now, wide hips moving towards Jack, grinding his hole against his eager tongue.

Gabriel’s crack is wet with spit; his skin is silky and warm, the muscles of his ass buttery soft from Jack’s eager tonguing.

“You’d like that, asshole? Get your cock in my fat ass?”

Jack feels like an excited little goddamn dog. He makes an embarrassingly high whining sound and presses closer, hands trying – and hilariously failing – to get a good grip at the girth of Gabriel’s thick thighs. Gabriel howls with laughter, body shaking, grinding back more insistent.

“Yeah I know you want. Shit. You’re good at this, aren’t’cha? Ate a lot of ass out in the cornfields, farmboy?”

Jack wedges his hand between the strong thighs until Gabriel grunts and shifts his stance; one leg sliding off the equipment to brace himself on the floor and give Jack more room, his fumbling hand seeking and finding and cupping the heavy swell of his cock, wrist nudging against his swinging balls.

“That’s it. Fuck. If you can get me off on your tongue, you can fuck me, Morrison.”

No offer had ever sounded so good. So perfect. It gets him stupidly excited, the sheer thought of getting to wedge his dick between those hard, plump cheeks… of trying to fit into Gabriel’s ass, goddamn mounting him, legs spread wide to accommodate the width of his hips…

Fuck, it gets him going. Enough to… to…

Jack whines high in shocked desperation, hands scrabbling at his dick through his shorts, trying, trying-

and failing to do antyhing other than helplessly come in his underwear, cock spurting and flexing, abs clenching hard in an almost dizzying orgasm, his defeat only made worse by Reyes laughing at him while still grinding his ass against his face, demanding to be worshiped to the very end.

Jack clenches his eyes shut tight. They’re burning treacherously as he thinks about the chance he just lost.

yo. almost kind of crack? virgin!McCree getting a blowjob from Hanzo…

OR DOES HE?!

“Ah… A-A-Ah don’t know about this, pardner,” McCree mumbled, studiously staring at the ceiling instead of at Hanzo crouched between his thighs, fingers working on his belt.

When Hanzo looks up at him, annoyed at McCree’s… everything, he sees him quickly dart a glance at his chest, then looking away once more with his scruffy cheeks getting darker with a furious blush.

Hanzo squints at him; confused at McCree’s sudden bashfulness after weeks and weeks of little playful innuendos and harmless flirting – and then that shower last week in which Hanzo had gotten a glimpse of what Jesse was packing and his idle interest had fanned into a sudden, white hot fire of want.

“What is there not to know about?” he asks sharp, unwilling to play along with whatever little game McCree was thinking of now. His hand was on the big, warm bulge of McCree’s cock. He could smell the warm body and faint sweat; saliva flooding his mouth as he thought about the salty tang he’d have on his tongue in a few moments. How wide the meaty cock would spread him open, how heavy it would be on his tongue.

“Ah’m not quite… Ah mean…” His eyes flick down again, staring at Hanzo’s face peering up at him regal and handsome, then slide farther down to stare at his chest. He stops speaking and just looks at Hanzo’s pecs. He seems transfixed by the fact that he could see both after Hanzo had slipped out of his yukata.

A smug, little grin tugged at the corners of Hanzo’s mouth. He hid it behind the whiskers of his beard by tilting his head forward and over McCree’s crotch.

The shorts were already damp when Hanzo petted across it, getting himself riled up and excited by the contours of McCree’s dick. He slipped curious fingers through the slit in the front, and warm humidity greeted him, apart from coarse, thick pubes that he gave a gentle scratch around the thick base of the cock which had McCree jerking and nearly knee him in the ribs.

“McCree.”

“S-Sorry. Uh. Sorry. Yeah. Alright. So this is… happenin’, I guess?”

Hanzo grunted in affirmation, not paying too much attention to McCree himself because he finally made acquaintance with what he’d wanted to meet for days now. McCree’s cock practically leaped into his hand; sliding between his fingers silky and strong as Hanzo gingerly freed it from his boxers.

He sat back on his haunches, thumb idly rubbing just beneath the swollen, dark head. McCree’s cock was gorgeous, he was almost loathe to admit; flexing in his grip, skin feeling tacky with the pre-cum dribbling from the slit.

Hanzo felt an excited sizzle in his belly at seeing how wet McCree got. He should’ve known the American would be… ah… messy.

“Disgusting,” he murmured, voice thrumming with excitement. He leaned forward, daintily tonguing at the wet head, the saltiness of the pre-cum exploding on his taste buds. He could feel the muscles in his shoulders start to loosen.

Sucking cock always relaxed Hanzo.

A choked-off sound from above had him slant his gaze upwards, not too interested in McCree’s silliness now that he finally had his hands on his prize.

What he saw, though, gave him a little pause; enough so to draw slightly back, eyebrows drawn together in mild annoyance. McCree wasn’t even looking at him anymore. In fact, he’d crammed his silly hat onto his face, inhaling – as far as Hanzo could tell – heavily into it’s confines in between high, doggishly whining sounds.

Why wasn’t he looking at him? What was wrong with this silly cowboy?

Hanzo huffed, both hands now around McCree’s cock, idly squeezing it a little between his palms.

“McCree. Look at me.”

“Ah’d… rather not,” he groaned behind his hat. He wasn’t sitting still, either. His hips were moving as if trying to twist away; wriggling a little, then nudging up as if shyly trying to fuck between Hanzo’s fingers.

“Don’t be an idiot,” Hanzo snapped. He waited for McCree to finally push his hat back where it belonged and gingerly peek down at him with glassy eyes, before he was satisfied and leaned forward once more, satisfied that he had an audience.

His belly clenched tight in need, finally able to get his lips around McCree and suck his delightful cock. He’d take his time. Savor this moment and make McCree stop with his antics so he’d…

Everything happened so fast, though. Hanzo barely registered the pained whine above him before McCree’s cock jerked in the strangling grip of his hands, cum splashing out in lazy, messy dribbles that hit Hanzo’s chin and throat just as much as the knuckles of his frozen hands.

He stared, dumbfounded, at McCree’s cock. He could feel cum soaking into his beard and sliding down his skin.

“Oh… d-damn… S-Sorry, pardner,” McCree stuttered. Hat in his hands once more, holding it in front of his chest.

“…What.”

I want to take pity on Peter and give him a warm pussy to stick his thick cock in. Maybe papa Hale goes with Derek to see about all these college boys and girls and leaves Peter with Talia? Knowing Peter won’t give Talia the kind of harsh fucking she

Craves so she will be all that more wild for him when he gets home. Peter is just so grateful to have a warm slick hole around his cock he comes as fast as a teen boy the first time around, but later he just stays in there with Talia warming his cock

and Talia whines because she wants to be fucked, dammit, but peter is all blissed out and drooling in her hair just from having his cock buried in her pussy. it feels so good, wet and warm and he will fuck her good, he will give it to her, but for now all he wants its to feel that slick passage around him

Oh I really like the thought of him fucking like a rabbit and coming way too fast. Like the moment she starts getting into it, he already blows his load, pumping thick cum into her, adding to the mess he already left between her thighs.

He probably doesn’t let her get up, now, that he’s had his cock in a cunt after such a long time. presses her down with his weight, head pillowed on his sister’s ripe tits, suckling on her like a babe whenever he’s not piston fucking her (and then he’s suckling while he’s fucking her and that makes her so unbearably horny, she could claw up the walls).

Basically, Peter being so artless in his greed to finally have the opportunity to fuck again.

I’m SO ON BOARD the Deadpool train. How about Angel Dust riding Colossus all hard and mean, just holding him down while she works herself on him. Can he even come since he’s metal?

I thought about that actually :O and I think since he vomited in a fairly normal way I think it can be assumed that other body functions are also p normal. (I also read up on him a little aka read a little in his Wiki, and apparently he is a normal dude that can turn into this metal form and back again at will. no idea why they didn’t show that.)

but yes. I need Angel to keep his hands pinned over his head as she rides him. Just let him feel that for once he’s not the stronger one. That he’s totally at her mercy and can do a damn thing about it.

Can only lay there and watch as she tries to cram that big metal dick up her cunt. Mouth open and panting before she kind of remembers herself and ferally grins into his face.

but what if he’s never even fucked in that form. He’s so overwhelmed by the feeling of her warm and slick around him. She doesn’t even get to come before he suddenly fills her up; all that cum slicking her walls and getting forced out , sliding along the part of his cock that she hadn’t managed to stuff herself with.