10th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 1st Fill

McHanzo + Shimadacest – stuck in a wall; molestation; slightly yandere!Genji, maybe yandere!McCree – Hanzo gets stuck during a training session and Genji seizes the opportunity.

“Stop grinning and help me out,” Hanzo hisses, a vein swelling dangerously at his temple. Jesse is standing with way too loose a posture, Peacekeeper dangling precariously from one finger. There’s barely any sweat darkening his training fatigues; they’ve basically just begun sparring with the others before the wall had come crumbling down, partly burying Hanzo beneath it.

He squirms, impressive biceps bulging as he tries to push himself out of his predicament, but it is impossible the way the rubble is cinched around his hips. One of his legs seems to be stuck as well, ankle caught in the rubble.

Jesse keeps smirking but wisely refuses from making any smart comment.

“You alright?” he drawls, finally putting his weapon away. Hanzo eyes his own practice bow, lying on the floor in the dust. It looks to be unharmed at least.

“Yes. Now come here and…”

He trails off, eyebrows pulling into a frown. He could swear there’s been a touch to his… Hanzo jumps, when it happens again, this time firmer. Unmistakable: A hand palming his ass.

He flushes a dull red in angered indignation, shoulders pulling towards his ears while Jesse watches him in mild interest.

“Who is that?!” Hanzo barks, trying to crane around – as if that would allow him to see who has snuck up behind him. The hand jerks away for a second, but a moment later it is back, palming him, squeezing his ass while he sputters, lost for words.

Who would…

“Help me out of here!” he demands, imperiously thrusting his arms towards Jesse who just watches, bushy eyebrows climbing his forehead. When he does not move, Hanzo elaborates between clenched teeth: “Someone is… someone is *touching* me!”

Jesse whistles between his teeth.

“Someone’s got balls. In the middle of an exercise…”

The hand is starting to boldly pull down his tracksuit pants. Hanzo’s breath stutters. He tries clenching his knees together to try and salvage the situation, but one of his ankles is still stuck and the person behind him has the clear advantage.

“Help me out of here, you big oaf!” he roars and McCree rocks back on his heels, head tilting to the side.

“How ‘bout a ‘please’?”

.o.

Trust McCree to make it difficult. Maybe if Hanzo wasn’t such a bitch all the time, he wouldn’t be in this situation… but maybe Genji should be thankful about his always-prissy older brother.

Bastard.

Especially for making it so damn hard to get a good look at his tight ass. No wonder Genji has to seize every opportunity to get his hands on it. If only Hanzo were a bit more generous with showing his body off.

Let Genji record him lathering up in the shower, paying awkward attention to his immaculately groomed pubes. If he were just a little bit less of a selfish bastard, maybe Genji wouldn’t have to resort to dirty tactics.

Like assaulting him in the middle of a training session when he really can’t be blamed for taking the opportunity to get his hands on his older brother.

He does not tease himself by moving as excruciatingly slow as possible. He would like to, of course, but he’s not sure how much time he has. McCree can be a stubborn mule but if Hanzo cries desperately enough he might be swayed to complying either way.

Genji has Hanzo’s pants down in a moment, mouth going dry as he realizes how naked he is beneath. What a slut. Freeballing it while looking like he’s king of the world…

Genji palms Hanzo’s ballsac. On the other side of the wall he can hear his big brother raging. His free leg is jerking, trying to kick out, and Genji easily catches it and bends it up, pinning Hanzo’s knee to the side of the partly crumbled wall.

With his other ankle caught in the rubble, he is deliciously immobile and open. Like this, his ass cheeks are spreading and Genji can get a look at the dark slit of his hole.

Fuck, but he’s looking nice. Genji is recording, trying to blink away the perspiration gathering on his forehead. It is slightly fogging up his visor but he can’t open his helmet when he needs to catch every little second on camera.

He twists the hand cupping Hanzo’s sac and presses his thumb rudely against his hole. On the other side of the wall, Hanzo sounds like he’s choking on his own tongue.

Genji bites his synthetic bottom lip. He pushes his thumb in rudely on no slick at all, and the big muscles in Hanzo’s thighs flex but he’s become curiously quiet as Genji fucks him on his thumb, testing the give of his hole.

It becomes unbearably hot in his chassis as he feels out his big brother’s silky insides and the desperate clench of his dry rim.

He barely hears McCree’s “Alright alright… let me have a look who’s fucking around with you…” and jerks his hands back reluctantly. He stumbles as he makes his escape, just about managing to climb his way into the rafters.

When he glances down, McCree is standing behind Hanzo’s naked lower body, one hand on his ass, and eyes trained on Genji. They mutely stare at each other. McCree’s gaze flicks to Hanzo’s ass, thumb pulling his cheek to the side to see the flushed red color of his rim.

He looks back up at Genji who can’t do anything but just sit there and stare, then grins pointedly.

“Aw shucks, Hanzo. The guy’s already gone. Who could it have been? But say… where’s your underwear, buddy?”

9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 10th Fill

Genji/Hanzo – sex toys; stuck in a wall; dirty talk; humiliation – Hanzo wants to get fucked by anonymous patrons. Genji wants it as well but is also a possessive fuck. He comes up with a plan to make both happy. (600 word fill)

Hanzo’s thighs are shaking. He is an assassin used to training his body for many hours on end, but getting fucked deeply, enthusiastically, *impersonally* has him tuckered out like nothing else.

His hole is a butter soft gash between his cheeks, colored like a bruise by the point that Genji stops back to take a deep breath to center himself. In his hand is the sixth toy; a ridiculously long, fat cock that he is sure Hanzo would have realized is nothing but a piece of silicone if he hadn’t been fucked into incoherence by now.

“Good fuck,” he grunts. He doesn’t have to affect how out of breath he is by this point. Hanzo shudders, his knees threatening to give way. He’s wearing boots still – an unexpectedly sexy addition – and has been standing on tiptoe for most of the encounter. He must be exhausted beyond belief.

Genji pulls his mask off, and the deliberate distortion to his voice vanishes. He steps closer, putting one warm hand on his brother’s flank.

“Are you well, brother?” he murmurs. Hanzo only groans long and drawn out. His hole clenches pathetically. Genji lets his hand slide, thumb dragging round and round the glistening pout of his rim.

“That was six. You still good to go? Think there are a few more outside waiting to wreck you…” He eyes the desk to the side and the three unused toys on the towel there. He cups Hanzo’s balls and squeezes them. “‘Bout three I’d say.”

Hanzo whines on the other side. He’s been pretty much begging for this, but by now he’s as helpless as a kitten, hanging in the contraption bonelessly; just offering up his hole for the usage of other men.

Or, as it were, Genji who is too possessive to let anybody get their dirty fingers on his anija’s sweet body.

He smirks and murmurs: “Very well…” before putting the mask back in place. He takes the voice of one of the first encounters. Hanzo is too out of it to notice by this point. He wanders towards the desk and chooses one of the toys. Squat and fat and the surface littered with bulbs that are sure to make Hanzo thrash.

He glances at him while he slicks it up. Stares at the fat muscular thighs framing his flushed balls and the sloppy ruin of his hole. There are six tally marks on his ass and upper thighs and as Genji steps closer he adds a seventh.

Hanzo’s knees slowly sag away and he just hangs in the hole.

Genji slaps his thigh to make him jerk back up.

“Hey slut,” he drawls, affecting an accent that is reminiscent of McCree but still miles away. “Don’t be lazy. Show me that cunt.”

He obeys with some difficulty. His motions are slow, booted feet sliding on the ground. He lifts his ass, but Genji decides to make it a bit more difficult.

“Spread ‘em.”

It takes another two sharp swats to Hanzo’s thighs to make his brain function enough that he understands what is being asked. He pushes his arms through the hole he’s stuck through with difficulty, his hands grasping at his ass. Spreading himself open. Genji groans deep and heartfelt.

“Damn… I should make you pay *me* to fuck that ruined mess…”

He wonders what Hanzo thinks of the bumps littering the toy. Maybe he figures out that it’s not real. Maybe he thinks it’s one of the ugliest dicks ever fucking him. If so, he doesn’t seem to mind. He howls like an old, seasoned whore and dutifully keeps his ass spread.

Genji almost wants to actually see him getting railed in a dirty motel room; a string of balding business men with ugly cocks fucking his pristine, austere older brother. The thought is tempting; but he does not think he could temp down on his possessiveness long enough to make it happen.

It is difficult to share Hanzo. Nobody should know just how depraved his big brother is.

cyberrat:

aight I’ll just have to write stuck in the wall Gabe tomorrow because there are MISCONCEPTIONS about how much of a GOOD NEEDY BOTTOM BOI he is and I am SHOOK

There’s a tall man standing at the far corner of the establishment, occupying Gabriel. His skin is a dark brown, muscles thick and round underneath, rippling with every slow thrust.

He seems to be in no hurry whatsoever, either ignoring the glances of the other men in the room, or enjoying them supremely. He does not turn around, but stares down at where his cock is stretching Gabriel, pulling at his rim whenever he drags his hips slowly back.

It’s quiet in the corner now, but it had not started that way. He, like everybody else, had to assert his dominance before the headstrong squirming and the muffled curses from the other side had ceased, Gabriel standing still like a well-trained pony for his fucking.

When the man comes, his head falls back, body clenching and stilling. He does not make a sound, but he does breathe out long and hard when he’s done; body going lax and sated.

He reaches to the side towards a sharpie dangling from a cord, and, still plugging his cum deep inside Gabriel’s guts with the girth of his cock, starts scrawling on the sign above the hole: Marlon was here.

He rolls his head along his shoulders once, then carefully pulls back. It’s quiet enough in the room that the sound of the wet, thick squelch of his cock pulling out is audible.

He pats Gabriel’s trembling flank once, not unkindly – good job, pony – then steps back, impressive cock swinging between his legs, wet and still chubby.

He bumps into someone that’s standing behind him, the figure having moved so slowly he had not heard him approach. It takes his brain a few seconds to catch up with what he’s seeing: a gargantuan of a man standing motionlessly before him, his huge gut slowly moving with his deep, audible breaths.

Marlon’s eyebrows shoot up, he almost flinches when the guy raises one meaty arm and points with a thick, ringed finger wordlessly towards the hole he just vacated.

He grunts.

Marlon lifts his hands towards his shoulders, quickly stepping to the side. “All yours!”

Even a big guy like him knows when to not start and pick a fight. He steps to the side and finds himself relegated to just the same, baffled and kind of worshipful spectator as the other men around him as they all watch the man step up to Gabriel’s hole.

.o.

Gabriel feels antsy. His cock is heavy and painful between his thighs. He’d almost come on his last patron’s cock, had only needed a couple more thrusts – just a bit more loving to his prostate – but it had been over and the man had moved away before he’d been able to gather his wits and demand more.

He’s still chewing on the ball of his thumb, feeling a bit weepy with that deep-seated need in his guts, when a new pair of hands settles on his hips, startling him into uselessly looking back.

Of course he would not be able to see, which makes the experience all the more humbling and surreal. The hands that had settled on him were shovel sized and hot as a furnace.

Thick, blunt fingers dragged through the sweat at the small of his back, thumbs on either cheek pulling him open with cocksure bravado – and while usually he liked to start bucking like a horse (and maybe give a kick if they were being rude), he couldn’t bring himself to do anything more than lift up into it; back arching, ass pushing up. Showing off his well-used hole. He could feel the cold air on the wet rim; could feel some cum bubbling out as he bears down, helpless to show off.

His reward is one of the huge fingers, circling his pouty rim and smearing through the mess left behind by a couple other guys before him.

Gabriel wants to squirm, but something in the way the man touches him makes him sit up and take notice. Makes him want to be attentive and good, even though he’s still tingly and needy inside, balls feeling swollen to roughly double their size even though he knows that’s not true.

The finger leaves for a moment and then a curious sensation fills him: warm, heavy weight settling on the small of his back and top of his ass. Hot and heavy enough that he feels smothered, his overworked brain making him believe for a second that someone sat down on him, before he realizes what’s happening: it’s a belly. The customer has shuffled closer, resting his large gut on Gabriel, and letting him feel his cock a second later: slapping heavy and blunt against his hole, testing how it opens laughably easy for him.

Gabriel is pressing his hands to his mouth, eyes wide open, staring in front of him as he can’t help but move with the guy behind him. He bends his knees a bit, feet shuffling farther apart, helpfully angling himself to make it easier on the big man, and when he feels the gentle tap at his thigh a second before he pushes in slowly, he almost flies apart in eagerness; wanting so badly to be a good boy for this behemoth of a man.

His cock is just as fat as the rest of him, spreading Gabriel’s used hole wide open until tears are springing to his eyes. He’s sucking at his own fingers, mindless and needy as he gets filled slowly, slowly, his insides expanding to make room for the new customer, eyes rolling up in his head when the thick tip presses harshly into his prostate.

When the man starts fucking him, he fumbles for his toy chest beneath the bench, trembling fingers closing around the first fake cock he can find, just to give his mouth something to do: chewing and sucking on it, content yet keyed up as he gets filled to his absolute maximum.

.o.

All eyes are on the broad back of the fat man as he fucks Gabriel, wordless astonishment palpable at how easy Gabriel had basically rolled over and spread his legs; not a single jerk of ill-tempered disposition as he let himself get used, the sound of their fucking wet and nasty as the new patron’s cock drags squelching through the mess of lube and cum from before.

Gabriel comes sometime during his fuck: a muffled grunt sounding behind the wall before he becomes quiet again, his cock jerking out thick ropes of cum against the wall and onto the floor between his feet.

When the man finally steps back and pulls up his pants, he leaves Gabriel wrecked: knees so weak he seems to hang limp and fucked-out in his hole, feet sliding uselessly against the floor as he tries to get them back under himself, hole soft and destroyed; gaping and showing off deep-red insides and sticky trails of cum.

Sometime in between, the patron must have written on the sign, though nobody could have said when it happened.

A very good boy. -M.R.