5th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 5th Fill

Sombra/Reaper – rimming; sleepy Reaper – Sombra’s favorite pastime is rimming Gabriel. Since he’s a contrary bastard, she has to do it when he’s least likely to fight back.

“Sombra…” He tries to sound threatening but his voice is deep with sleep and more like a purr than a growl. She is sitting on his thick thighs, fingers curled into the waistband of the sweats he’s put on.

“Don’t mind me. I can help myself to the goods.”

He is exhausted, she can tell; there is little to no fight he puts up – just a pathetic little roll of his body that could never unseat her from the throne she’s got going with his massive thighs.

“Get lost.”

“Sure. Will be on my way soon.” She dances her fingers along the spine implant, making the nanobots sit up at attention for her. Reaper groans and wriggles again. He sounds so sleepy; like he has to fight to keep awake even as she plays with the little robots scurrying around inside his body.

“Don’t be like that,” she purrs, free hand finally tugging his pants down. His ass is roughly as fat as his thighs, but much more jiggly. The generous cheeks bounce gently with the force of her yanking the waistband to sit beneath them.

God, she gets wet only looking at that. He rocks her hips, but like this there is little she can grind her cunt against. Gabriel is still trying to get her to leave him alone, but he becomes more quiet when she spreads his cheeks with both hands and gets a look at his hole; nice and plump like the rest of his lower body.

Some ladies would kill for an hourglass figure as his.

She slides down on him; snuggles herself between his legs. He’s become very quiet now, only his soft, irregular breathing giving away that he’s still awake.

He never admits to loving her small, slick tongue on his ass, but she knows he gets off on it more than anything else she does to him. She likes putting on pretty make-up; making herself extra pretty when she enters, because she knows it is something he craves. Have her perfect, pretty little face between his asscheeks, her sharp, cruel tongue delicately, lovingly dragging across the plump muscles of his rectum.

She wonders what goes on inside his head when she does this to him, but he never divulges much. She has to divert to dirty tricks if she wants more than his stony silence; things such as edging him for hours, letting him fuck his big cock into her fist just to let her fingers go slack seconds before he shoots his load.

Or surprising him when he’s vulnerable and sleepy such as now; when his lips are open and wet, panting softly as she licks diligently; lapping like a puppy until he’s so soft and warm and lets her try to wriggle her tongue inside.

He inches his knees apart for her; lets her have enough room to dip her hand inside his sweatpants and get his warm, heavy testicles cradled on her palm.

He can be such a sweet boy when she doesn’t tease him and forces him to speak to her.

She sucks at his anus, making loud, obnoxious sounds that get him to whine pathetically high in his throat. She is drunk on his scent; he always smells good, but down here it is more earthy. Thicker. She could sniff on him all day long.

She sometimes fantasizes peeling him out of his tight leather garb when he’s particularly cantankerous. Slip beneath his heavy cloak and lick his hole deep and greedy while he has to brace himself against a wall and dig his claws into it.

Sombra doesn’t think he’d ever let her do it. But just so he’d never thought he’d let her tongue fuck him while he’s sleepy and open and soft. Maybe he doesn’t know how pretty he is with is long, smoking hair spilled across his back, his lined face a bit slack and so gorgeous.

She has a little picture album of him, with his legs spread, ready to get rimmed by her. She fucks herself while looking at them. Never comes as hard as when she stares at his pouty, dark hole spit wet and soft.

Bummer that he would explode if he ever found out about it.

My rebellious wifey @robotfvckers donated me a few coffees for Zenyatta with therapy service top McGoo Q.Q too kind too generous. too rebellious ò.ó

Zenyatta lifts and lowers with the slow, inexorable motion of McCree’s broad chest. He listens to his snoring whenever he inhales; a drawn-out, deep rattle that vibrates through him and makes him feel like he is lying on top of a tiger, or lion – a big, warm cat that has rolled onto its back for him without a hitch. Submitting to the smaller prey.

He starts squirming, slips his smooth thigh up McCree’s body until his hips are shifting against him. He doesn’t want to disturb McCree’s sleep, but he is not down enough to follow, either. In front of Genji it is easier to pretend like Mondatta’s death hasn’t cut him as deeply, but in the night he feels… young and vulnerable. Not as in-control and assured as he usually projects.

There’s a small catch in McCree’s snoring, then he smacks his lips, his mechanical hand slipping from the small of Zenyatta’s back onto his behind, squeezing the supple skin.

“No’ sleep yet?” he rumbles, voice so deep, Zenyatta’s cock flexes, rubbing wet against the broad hip. McCree hasn’t opened his eyes, doesn’t even seem fully awake. He moves on autopilot, easily tugging Zenyatta’s negligible weight until he has the monk seated on top.

“Jus’ secon’“ he slurs, fumbling between them. He is sleep warm, his chest hair coarse and ample beneath Zenyatta’s fingers. He almost wants to be ashamed at his own neediness; wants to apologize – but McCree doesn’t seem put out at all.

He sleepily lifts his dick, the blunt tip pressing against Zenyatta’s still-wet hole – and clumsily tugs at the back of his neck until Zenyatta leans down for some slow, warm, lazy kisses that fill him with prickling, tingling warmth and distract him from the slow, wet slide of McCree’s cock into him.

There’s nothing that could distract him from the stretch and fill for long, though. Not when he can feel McCree’s cock, big and warm, the tip pressing against his belly from the inside, just beneath his belly button.

“There you go.” McCree is barely intelligible. He is pressing warm, wet kisses against Zenyatta’s mouth and his chin and jaw. Everywhere he can reach, and Zenyatta is turning into it like a cat.

He wants to move, but McCree’s big hands are holding his hips still so he can work his cock through Zenyatta’s clenching channel. Slow, sleepy rocking motions as Zenyatta pants warm and moist against his face, breath hitching when the blunt tip presses against his insides especially deep.

He knows if he reaches down he will be able to feel McCree in his belly, but he can’t make himself move. It is nice to be pampered; to have nothing to worry about as McCree croons half-asleep and uses the mess he left in him a few hours ago to easily fuck him once more.

His chest is warm and massive beneath his fingers and when McCree folds his arms around his shoulders, Zenyatta carefully folds his own arms against his chest and lets himself lie down on top of him to get fucked to sleep.

He never knows whether he or McCree ever came, but he does know that he hasn’t slept as deep and peaceful in a long while.

Midnight’s got a huge lactation kink and loves having her partner suckle on her tits. Her milk probably has similar properties to her quirk too.

oh maaan her milk makes everyone super docile and sleepy. She can probably market it to young desperate parents who just want to sleep a night through again :’ )

she thinks it’s really cute when big guys become her babies though. she’ll let them lay on her lap and scratch through their hair and coo at them. Stroke their dicks while they nurse.

1. Cyber all this good just the tip Genji and the shimadacest got me thinking. I’m too much of a bitch to write it, so you get it instead. All i could think about today was Genji with a huge hard on for big sister Hanzo. He sneaks into her room one night to get a little feel, and ends up spending far too long fondling Hanzo’s breasts, ready to bolt at nearly every twitch. He ends up sneaking in nearly every night, convincing himself that it’s okay to stick in just the tip when Hanzo’s drunk or

2. Exhausted from training. it goes on for months, and Hanzo starts complaining about her breasts feeling heavy. So Genji goes to sneak in like normal and starts suckling on them, lining up the tip to push inside. He barely gets inside before milk hits his tongue and he fucking cums on the spot, elated by what he’s done. He cleans her up as best he can and bolts, vowing not to do it again. Hanzo takes him to one side about a week late and confides that she’s missed her period.

3. And Genji goes white as a sheet, not sure if he should try to comfort her or ditch off to his room to rub one out because fuck he got her pregnant. He finally looks at Hanzo properly and realizes that she has a huge grin. Either it’s a scare or the real thing, but Genji has the sudden knowledge that she’s been letting him do it the whole time.

PAGING DR @mujaween HOLY SHIT THIS IS RIGHT UP YOUR ALLEY

FUCK I LOVE THIS A LOT FUUUCKKKKK

I just think Aneki Hanzo is so fucking hot… so ridiculously curvy with such a nice ass that Genji has been getting stiffies for for way too long. And such a good juicy cunt. The first few nights he probably got enough out of it just having the tip of his cock warmed between those fleshy lips, telling himself that it’s not incest as long as he’s not fucking her.

Of course he falls down that rabbit hole so stupidly quick, going farther and farther; fantasizing about coming inside his Aneki and not just hastily jerking off unto her silky pubes or the fat jut of her clit (and fuck Hanzo is always ready for it? Like it’s just always so swollen and needy when he carefully opens her cunt up for his inspection).

I need Aneki Hanzo to be such a slutty sleeper… like with the tiniest robes that slip off the shoulder and show one big, soft tit; or with her legs whorishly spread. maybe with a bottle of sake still in hand :’ ) sloppy girl…

omg Aneki Hanzo doing the pregnancy scare on Genji though… fuuuck. Genji gets so hot at the thought of having planted something in Hanzo’s womb.

which OW hero would most be into somnophilia? im thinking like being woken up by getting plowed, or cumming while someone gives a sleeping subject a blowjob, etc

hmmm I feel like Jesse would be into it just because Jesse is into everything. Hanzo would be into it if he was being slutshamed afterwards.

Genji would be into it because he’s p hard into himself and is like ‘of course you can have a piece of me while I’m asleep, I’m p hot’

I think Reinhardt would be into it in that he would have nothing against it. He is a very heavy sleeper and if he woke up to someone playing with his dick/just being finished playing with his dick he’d be like ‘oh… haha ok that’s cool :)’

“I want you to use me,” Derek had said while sitting astride John’s hips, his hole working like a diligent, wet mouth around the dick sitting so deep inside him, he could feel it in his belly.

John had blinked up at him in a daze, brain trying to figure out the mumbled jumble of words that had come out on one hitched breath – understanding made even harder by Derek’s long front teeth.

“I am using you, baby boy,” he murmured, big hand lovingly curling around Derek’s cock so he could lazily play with the foreskin – thumb moving it to and fro until Derek sobbed and his hips jerked.

“No,” he whispered and John watched how his face got dark with embarrassment beneath his black beard even as his hole gripped tighter; suckling him in and massaging his cock as Derek stilled and caught his breath. He leaned down and brought his lips close to John’s ear so he could whisper to him what he wanted from him, and the Sheriff would never get tired of how needy Derek was for cock, and what a delightfully lewd little creature he actually was.

.o.

Derek didn’t even move when John’s hands curled around his ankles to pull his legs slowly apart, and for a moment John wondered whether this was staged – whether Derek played at being asleep just for the Sheriff’s benefit after a long, boring shift that had only been made bearable by Derek’s little messages throughout (messages in which he sent pictures of his hairy abs and pecs, nipples swollen almost obscenely after Derek had played with them for hours).

As it was, Derek didn’t sound as if he was faking it – he was snoring softly in that odd little way of his that John was pretty sure Derek had no idea he was doing.

It seemed like his boy really was at his mercy; his strong body laid out for John to do with as he pleased. Derek’s crack was a shadowy, tantalizing place that John would probably never get enough of and the fact that he could gently thumb the cheeks apart without Derek being aware of it was as amazing as it was exciting.

He’d never done anything like what he was doing now – his partners always had been wide awake and enthusiastically consenting; but they also never had been so desperate to submit as Derek obviously was.

The boy practically melted whenever John became just slightly assertive; always so desperate to be stuffed with cock.

John hummed under his breath in satisfaction as he gently petted along the furry darkness between Derek’s cheeks, stopping at that warm, well-explored space down below.

Derek’s hole opened a little to a curious, gentle press, and the Sheriff was reminded of a well-trained dog.

He leaned down, body leisurely stretching out between Derek’s legs, and breathed out warm air, watching the crisp, dark hair move. Derek made a noise at that – a deep, almost confused sound as he shifted and then settled once more.

John pressed a kiss against his boy’s ass, then let one hand wander further down, fingers slipping beneath Derek’s heavy sac lying there vulnerable and on display. It felt loose and warm in the Sheriff’s gently weighing hand and he could see the boy’s hole start to work as he began rolling the orbs and gently tugging a little just to see the skin stretch and feel Derek’s thighs quiver around his shoulders.

He kept a hold of Derek’s balls as he leaned down and took an experimental lick of the exposed hole, waiting for Derek’s reaction.

He could already see it in his mind – Derek slowly but surely waking from his deep nap and realizing what was happening; those desperate little sounds out of his throat when he understood that he would not be able to move at all due to the hand on his balls; how he was well and truly trapped and helpless to John’s whims…

I want you to use me, indeed.