Tag: soldier76/hanzo

yoo the fruits of the small live-write just now.

The boys (soldier/hanzo) performing for D.Va because they’re filthy pervs ❤

“What’s the problem? You were begging me and I was so kind to indulge you and even cancelled a stream. That’s pure money, y’know. Now you’re not working for it.”

D.Va pouts, sinking farther down in her chair and noisily crinkling her bag of chips between her fingers. She peeks at the Soldier above her knees thickly socked feet bouncing at the edge of her chair.

He isn’t looking at her. The tips of his ears are red and his muscles are tensing. He’s old but his body is delicious – D.Va can never get enough of his muscles and the hair covering his pecs and arms. He always smells so good.

She’d never tell him as much, though, obviously. It would undermine her dominance, she felt like.

“You got the lube?” she asks him, stuffing a chip into her mouth as he nods and curls a big hand around the bottle. He squirms on the bed. His earlier giddy excitement at her agreeing to play had quickly melted away to an almost stubborn kind of anxiety. He digs his toes into her pink bedding.

He looks hilariously unfit for her girly room – that big, bad soldier – but that makes it even better. He’d wear cute rabbit onesies if she told him to. He was under her absolute thrall, and the thought alone made her pussy throb.

She lets her head roll back against her chair. It’s the chair she uses to lounge in for her streams, and she glances pointedly at her PC.

“I don’t got all day. It’s not too late to tell the guys I’m coming after all…”

She looks back and smirks when he finally lets his legs fall wide, lips pulled into a vague grimace of distaste.

My, my… he was fussy today.

“Aww what’s that?” D.Va glances at his cock; big and juicy looking even soft as it was, lying against his belly in the soft thatch of grey pubes. “I thought you were ready to go. C’mon, now.”

She flicks a chip at him and he flinches when it hits his bicep. D.Va snickers and puts the bag to the side, rubbing salty fingers clean on her pyjama pants.

“You’re so bad at this. I really do need to help you with everything. Oh well.”

She grabs her phone, punching in a short, succinct message, then turns back to the Soldier watching her warily, one big hand curled around his limp cock, eyes focused on her face, seemingly trying to anticipate what she had planned this time.

D.Va smiles at him, a small, sweet grin as she uses the heels of her feet push her ass up minimally, shimmying her pants down just far enough to bare her ass to the room.

She can hear his soft, excited intake of air and doesn’t bother to hide her condescending smirk. He was still so easy to rile up. Even just a glimpse of her plump lips outlined by the thin, old pair of panties was obviously doing it for him, his balls pulling up a little towards his body as his fist clenched tighter around his cock.

“Look,” she coos, spreading her feet apart to let him see better. She hooks fingers into one leg hole and pushes the fabric unceremoniously aside, airing out her cunt – already slick from just watching him submit to her with ill-grace.

She spreads her lips for his viewing pleasure as much as possible in her cramped position and is fascinated once more by how deeply enamoured he seems to be with that sweet, little slit – cock already swelling impressively in his fist, trim hips curling up into the touch with well-practiced ease.

“There you go. Good boy,” she purrs, and because she can’t help it, she lets one sharp nailed finger slide through the slick, dipping minimally into the little opening, rubbing against the very edges that so many of her team mates were fantasising about spreading out on their big cocks, and making her bounce on them…

“I showed you mine – now you show me yours.” Her finger dips in deeper, eyes heavy lidded as she watches him fumble with the bottle and dripping the slick onto his thigh before he manages to get it on his fingers.

He hesitates then, eyebrows drawn together, a boyish blush spreading on his rugged face as he glances first at her, then down his own body as if being able to see that sweet, dark space between his cheeks.

“Come ooon, do it. I wanna see that little cunt of yours. You got to see mine, after all. Right? Be a good perv, now.”

He grimaces again, head turning away, broad shoulders pulling up to his ears. He looks as reluctant as they come, but still he dips his slicked up fingers down beneath the swell of his balls that D.Va liked to play with, and experimentally slipped them into the darkness there.

She can’t see too much like this; he’d need another pair of hands to spread his ass open – but his reaction is sweet nonetheless: a little jerk and an audible click of teeth as he throws his head back.

He lets go of his cock in favor of pressing a hand over his mouth and she feels like he probably bit his tongue.

“Silly boy,” she chides breathlessly, almost as an afterthought. She is sitting forward now, her naked ass on the chair, cunt rubbing along the smooth leather as she watches his knuckles move – a shy up and down of his finger as he tickles his own hole and gets it wet with lube.

His chest is heaving, slim nostrils flaring above the edge of his hand.

What a sweet, sensitive virgin he was. Getting so worked up by his own finger.

There’s a soft click from the door and D.Va glances away from the sight of his eyes closing in bliss, hand tilting as he seemed to get a little bolder already, pushing in deeper, wriggling a thick, callused digit into that tender, unused passage.

Hanzo looks almost as reluctant as the Soldier had earlier, dark liquid eyes taking in the scene in seconds and sensual mouth curling into a moue of distaste.

He, like the Soldier, obviously had had his own plans of how her invitation had been meant.

D.Va grins at him – a little too broad, feeling almost drunk – and gestures at the bed with unrestrained eagerness.

“There you go! All for you.”

.o.

Her boys liked to pretend like they were mean, sometimes. Especially Hanzo often was of the impression he was a prince better than anybody else – that they should probably thank him for his time.

When it came down to it, thought, they were too sweet to be mean to each other.

D.Va watched, fingers slowly circling the fat nub of her clit, as the Soldier curled arms and legs around Hanzo, clinging to him like a limpet and hiding his face against his shoulder. He was making soft, high sounds, that rough voice broken open by the slow, deep dicking he received just as much as his poor little hole.

“That’s it,” D.Va croons, but she feels like the two aren’t even listening to her anymore. Hanzo’s forehead is pressed into the pillow next to the Soldier’s head, hiding his face just as much as his friend as he nudges his hips forward again, strong, broad back curling as he pushes inwards and drags his cock against those clinging, soft walls.

It was dark outside. The room stank of sweat and sex and excitement. Hanzo had taken long enough to spread the Soldier open to even make D.Va anxious for more, her fingers meanly pinching her puffy nipples as Jack had started opening up for more and more, face beet red beneath the pink-ish scars and thighs trembling something fierce as he’d been shown how receptive his old body still could be; rim stretching around Hanzo’s fingers, and then his thick knuckles, feeling horribly empty whenever they pulled out and let the swollen walls close up on nothing.

That first push in had been her favorite part so far: the sheer dumb wonder on the Soldier’s face feeling a real life dick nudging against his sweet snatch for the first time, the smooth, large head pushing teasingly before Hanzo let it glance away and up, bumping into the warm swell of his balls.

They’d been so quiet, her boys. She supposed there were no words needed, really; they were both desperate men sniffing after her cunt, eager to do anything she was bidding them just for the off chance of getting a go at her; having her stretch herself out on those sometimes intimidatingly big cocks.

There really was nothing to say about it. She wanted to see them fuck – so they did it; Soldier’s fingers digging into Hanzo’s biceps as the archer finally started pushing in in earnest, strands of greying hair slipping out of the bun and falling into his sweaty face. She couldn’t see him the way she sat but she liked to think he had a look of extreme focus – the same when he was looking out for a target.

She’d almost wondered if that was just it: a new job to complete – until she saw the red tips of his ears; the almost bashful tilt of his head as he dipped it down and nosed against the Soldier’s cheek; how he let his mouth hover open and wet just above the Soldier’s panting lips, breathing him in as he pushed into that softened, relaxed muscle and forced him to accept the girth of his cock.

Jack had looked over to her, then; blue eyes large and amusingly confused like he couldn’t understand what was happening; as if the concept of a dick in his ass was too complicated to grasp. (Or maybe he wondered what life choices had let him there? How he could be so hot and needy for a young woman’s cunt that he’d do this for her?)

D.Va had grinned, sharp and predatory, fingers wriggling obnoxiously happy at him.

“Good, is it?”

He had not answered.

By now, D.Va was pressing the edge of her hand into her little slit, not even moving – just holding it there, vaguely pressing against the throbbing, sensitive swell of her clit as she watched Hanzo shuffle closer, hooking arms beneath the good Soldier’s knees to lift them up in the air.

Jack made a soft sound of alarm at that, face still pressed into Hanzo’s shoulder, fingers scrabbling at the bed. His hips got curled higher into the air, body weight pushing unto his shoulders – made more vulnerable by Hanzo’s desire to get closer and push deeper.

D.Va could guess his predicament: getting fucked with his feet in the air like a hooker. He wasn’t protesting either, though.

She bit her lip, finger pinching her nipple again, the large neck of her pyjama top – … one of the Soldier’s old sweaters – pulled down far enough to let her small breast at the air, the nipple an angry red from her mean, sharp fingernails.

There was a mess of slick and sweat on the leather seat of her chair and she couldn’t bring herself to care – not when she had two men that would clean it up for her and thank her for the privilege.

The new position let her see better, too – the sway and swell of Hanzo’s balls; the thick jut of his cock spreading the swollen rim open, everything generously wet and glistening.

Hanzo was fucking like a man possessed; low, rough grunts punched out of him as he humped forward, muscles tensing, tattoo rippling like it was alive beneath his skin.

He was such a pretty man, she supposed, leaning back, idly petting her puffy lips as she tried to calm herself down some more – not willing to come before the two.

If only he weren’t so arrogant.

Maybe she should do something about it sometime; when he cornered her in an unused corridor again, his hands going places they had no right to be, his breath smelling of the sake from his gourd.

He always thought he had more privileges than the others, this yakuza princeling. He could use something to cool his temper; get him on speed with the news that his cock really was nothing to write home about – just as much as the other pets’.

She smirks, fingers pinching her clit, toes curling deliciously as Hanzo slows down from his almost frantic fuck into a more leisurely pace. He is groaning like a workhorse – a continuous low noise of exertion as he drags his cock through the clinging, wet grip of the Soldier’s cunt while Jack is almost suspiciously quiet, slick mouth mashed against the point of Hanzo’s shoulder, muffling every sound against the shifting muscle and hard bone.

Such silly boys.

So sweet for her.

She’d let them come this time. They’d earned it – and she had as well. She wanted to sit back and enjoy the sight of Hanzo’s balls jerking and his cock swelling as he pumped Jack full.

She wanted to be there in their post coital bliss, pushing their sweaty, meaty bodies apart with self-assured negligence until Hanzo slipped out of the newly fucked hole and fell heavily on his side so she could insinuate herself between; make them cuddle up to her and keep her warm with their disgusting, stinking bodies tacky and sticky with cum and spit.

She wanted to be really up close to the Soldier’s face – ignoring Hanzo; that pretty, stoic face of his, the languid stretch of his body, the fact he knew how gorgeous he was, knowing herself how much he hated being ignored in favor of others – when she reached down and pushed two or three little fingers into his raw, swollen hole, playing with the warm mess Hanzo left inside of him as she purred: “Just like the real thing… right?”

She couldn’t help how much she wanted to break them down.

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Gabriel’s grin is too wide. His teeth seem to be never ending in his jaw, inhumanly sharp and glinting like bone against the darkness of his skin.

“Hear that, Shimada?” he purrs, body bearing down on the other man. He is more mist than flesh – soot that wafts in and out of focus and that makes it near impossible for Hanzo’s scrabbling hands to get a grip as Reaper’s jaw falls open and a too long too dark tongue snakes out to drag along his throat and the soft, vulnerable underside of his chin. “McCree wants to replace you with the real deal.”

(McCree, for his part, is just staring, a numb whisper of “oh shit…” falling from his lips. He looks like he doesn’t know whether he should be afraid or turned on by the proceedings, cock half hard and undecided in his gripping, motionless hand.)

Hanzo growls, dark eyes flashing – blunt, human teeth bared in a surprisingly accurate facsimile of Gabriel’s demonic grin.

“I haven’t heard the good soldier protest either.”

He says it softly; whispers it into the vague shape of Reaper’s ear like a lover.

Gabriel freezes, the realization apparently just dawning on him, and Hanzo utilizes his lack of concentration to curl strong thighs around partly formed hips and swing them around onto their sides; giving himself room to breathe without getting smothered by the substantial, if formless, bulk above him.

Gabriel seems shocked into his human form for the moment; only little tendrils of smoke curling up around his shoulders as he stares at Hanzo.

When his gaze flickers over towards the two men standing to the side of the bed and watching, he looks almost… sheepish. Unsure. Shy.

The look vanishes as fast as it had come over him. Reaper tilts his head, pressing their foreheads together in a parody of intimacy, and reaches down, hand curling around one of Hanzo’s ass cheeks, fingers intrusively sliding in deep; rubbing across the warm clench of muscle he finds there.

Hanzo grits his jaw at the broad, dry fingertip trying to wriggle its way inside.

“You’re so uptight,” Reaper croons, amusement badly hidden, “no wonder McCree wants to swap it around. He wants to have a fuck that isn’t taking it like a fish. He wants someone that can give it back just as well as he dishes it out.”

Hanzo grins with one side of his mouth; sharp and sardonic as he gets one arm around the width of Reaper’s chest and pulls him close, their pecs squishing together and rubbing as he lets Gabriel drag his hips closer by the grip he has on his ass.

He is whispering something back, but it is drowned in McCree’s deep groan and his drawled “That’s what I’m talkin’ about… that’s a sight for sore eyes, I tell ya.”

And they would look like they’re about to bite each other bloody and get their hands around the other’s throat; dark eyes gleaming maliciously and noses curled in barely suppressed snarls – only that they’re hard and McCree can’t stop from staring at their cocks bumping and nudging; practically snuggled up against each other, and oh they’re suddenly kissing.

It’s aggressive and wet; more tongue and teeth than anything else. 76 is shifting next to him from one foot to the next, blue eyes focused with laser intent on the proceedings; and when Reaper starts lapping blood off of Hanzo’s mouth with his serpent tongue, Jesse wonders vaguely what the fuck he’d gotten himself into.

.o.

McCree might have forgotten how scared shitless he’d been of his old commander. Yes. He might have forgotten the part where he’d gotten confused, painful boners whenever Reyes had chewed him out in front of everyone back in their Blackwatch days.

How he’d found himself on ops with a small puddle of cum cooling uncomfortably in his shorts just from his commander barking into his ear to ‘take the fucking shot, pendejo’ and how he’d never been quite sure if he was going to nut or piss his pants because Reyes was fucking hot but also scary.

He was even scarier now, crawling towards McCree with a grin on his face that was warping; stretching out farther and sharper than humanly possible, eyes alight with a hellish glint. He wondered how Morrison got it up, let alone stick his cock anywhere near this mass of focused evil.

He wondered why the fuck he was so hard it hurt when Reyes was nuzzling up against his cock, tongue snaking out long and scary and curling a couple times around his dick. It felt cool and slick. Jesse’d never been so conflicted about his desires.

Morrison next to him seemed to have no hangups. He was carding fingers through Hanzo’s hair, and humming beneath his breath, hips rocking forward, trying to nudge the head of his cock against the archer’s soft palate.

Hanzo was staring up at 76 – and for just a moment, McCree forgot about the eldritch horror suckling his cock, because he was transfixed by the sight and sound of Hanzo taking dick. Eyes dark and needy, spit slicking from the corner of his mouth in his eagerness to try and take it as deep as possible and still have the head somehow drag across his tongue.

His inattention immediately was punished by teeth testing their razor sharp edges against the sensitive flesh of his cock. Eyes bulging, he stared down into the pissy face of Reaper. He was growling and… and that wasn’t helping. Not when it was vibrating along McCree’s dick and making his eyes water and balls throb in painful arousal.

“Oh lord,” he whispered, hands curling into helpless fists. He wanted to touch but didn’t dare to. Reaper was one hell of a frightening power bottom. He wondered whether he’d go out with both hands still attached if he touched him anywhere that wasn’t allowed.

“Hey, McCree.” Morrison’s midwestern drawl made him turn his head back slowly, dumbly staring as 76 easily hooked his thumb into the corner of Hanzo’s mouth, breaking the tight, suckling seal the archer has had on him until now.

Hanzo groaned, eyes already glassy, letting his mouth get fucked idly by 76’s finger as he kept the unmoving cock warm. His lips were shiny with drool.

“How ‘bout you take better care of my boy. I’m sure he’ll thank you plenty.”

“I’m honestly not sure anymore…” Fuck, where had his bravado gone? Lost and never to be found somewhere between Reyes crawling towards him and getting his teeth on his cock in a fit of petty jealousy.

Hanzo’s head turned minimally, eyes slanting in cat-like satisfaction towards Reaper. His eyebrows twitched up and McCree thought he’d never seen so much pure smugness in such a little gesture.

Reyes’ face… honestly, McCree couldn’t even try to fathom what that expression meant. He winced when Reaper suddenly moved, hands twitching belatedly towards his cock to try and shield it from whatever outburst would follow now – only for Reyes to nuzzle his dick with almost desperate vigor, mouth soft and needy as he ducked down and licked Jesse’s balls with reverence.

“Oh,” he breathed, staring down and then towards Jack who nodded at him and clapped him on the shoulder.

“That’s right.”

“…oh.”

.o.

Jack wondered vaguely what Hanzo and Gabriel might be thinking; side by side, scrabbling at the sheets on the bed to try and steady themselves as they get deep dicked; big cocks spreading their soft, spongy insides apart and blunt, swollen heads nudging against those deep, never fully satisfied places.. He wonders if they even think anything beyond getting fucked – beyond trying to spread their legs farther and bounce back with more vigor; try taking cock deeper and better.

They are looking at each other, their cheeks pressed against the mattress like sleepy kittens, eyes feverish and glazed, mouths open and drooling.

There is no way they can sleep when they have cocks warming up their bellies from the inside.

McCree seems to have rediscovered his easy happy-go-lucky attitude. He has his left hand on Gabriel’s right hip and is riding him like a stallion, foot up on the edge of the bed and laying into Gabriel with sharp, overenthusiastic thrusts that smack loud and drive deep.

Gabriel – isn’t complaining. He is complacent like a pup, now that he finally gets what he’s always wanted: a cock splitting him open and someone rude enough to make him take it. He even has one hand on his ass, fingers clawing at the cheek as he pulls it to the side, trying to give better access. He can be so sweet and accommodating if he wants to.

Jack, for his part, feels almost drunk – or sick. His head feels hot and filled with cotton. His feet are tickling with pins and needles. Fucking Hanzo is like being on the brink of a seizure, and he doesn’t know if he could stop even if he wanted to.

The assassin is like silk around his cock – wet and clinging, insides moving in shivering little clenches that 76 couldn’t begin to wonder whether they were intentional or happy and nervous little spasms.

His back is sweat slick, muscles rippling, spine dipped into the most tantalizing little cup 76 had ever seen – he’s taking the force of his thrusts and just bounces back with a throaty gurgle and a roll of his shoulders.

He is muttering Japanese. Low, angry sounding hisses that couldn’t be anything but curses whenever the soldier’s cock slides against a particularly needy part.

When 76 reaches down, intent on getting his hand around that lovely, sleek cock he gets his hand batted away impatiently, dark liquid eyes staring at him over the swell of Hanzo’s shoulder.

“Let me come on your cock.” It’s a plea as much as it is a demand. His face is sweaty and flushed dark. He looks like he can barely breathe; as if the cock reaming him was not letting him get a good gulp of air in – and Jack had to admit, it was doing wonders for his ego.

“Damn, I love your ass. Always loved your fat, fuckin’ ass, Reyes.”

Jack’s attention swerved back to the side; to McCree’s almost maniacal grin as he suddenly stopped mid-fuck and pulled away to Gabriel’s unending dismay.

He was groaning, low and panicked, hands scrabbling backwards to try and have a grip at McCree’s hips, body starting to lose its form as he whines for the dick back; even asks with a sweet, surprisingly high voice – begs for Jesse McCree’s cock and doesn’t give a fuck that others can hear it because he’s deep down in his head and Jack doesn’t think he can think beyond a big, hard dick reaming him.

“Calm down. Jus’ turn around, will ya? Wanna get a look at your face when I finish off inside ya…”

Jack almost barks out a laugh with how frantically Gabriel starts scrabbling, before he settles on dissolving and reforming on the spot; knees falling open and slick abdominal muscles clenching.

McCree groans, hands stroking down the insides of Gabriel’s thighs and gripping big, rude handfuls of the thick muscle.

“You’re one scary motherfucker. But damn you’re a nice fuck when you got a dick inside ya.”

Jack snorts, one hand dragging down Hanzo’s spine in a slow, soothing pet. McCree looked like he was going to nut any second now, and he wasn’t feeling much better if he were quite honest.

He wondered how McCree would like a contest of who could make their pet come faster with a tongue in their sloppy, creamed holes.

Slanting a gaze over, McCree’s tongue was hanging out of his mouth, eyes fixed on the way Gabriel’s cock bobbed as he got fucked, hands on those wide, sturdy hips.

Yeah… McCree looked like he was up for anything.