11th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 9th Fill

McCree/Shimadacest – older McCree; younger Shimadabros; daddy kink; cockslut Hanzo; cockslut Genji – McCree is way too old for these two and their shenanigans.

Hanzo is draped against McCree’s side, trying his best to distract him from Genji’s lewd, enthusiastic… *sounds* as he bounces his ass on daddy’s dick like one of those girls in the rap videos he likes to watch on his phone. It looks… obscene and dishonorable and gets a big, rough hand petting down his bowed spine for his trouble because daddy obviously likes what he’s seeing.

And Hanzo is jealous.

McCree knows that, of course. It is not difficult to notice when the usually taciturn young man suddenly is all over him, mouthing wet and sloppy at his neck just below his beard,sucks at his ear lobe and generally tries to nudge his way in front of McCree’s face to make him look at *him* instead of the obscene stretch of Genji’s wet, flushed little hole wrapped so nicely around his dick.

Keeping him nice and warm as he doesn’t have to do more than sit there and let the little bundle of energy work his magic on him.

“There, there, Sugartits,” McCree croons, other big hand coming up to pat Hanzo on the head like an especially cute puppy. “There’s enough t’ go around for the both of you, hm? No need to be pushy ‘bout it.”

Hanzo’s face darkens and after a second and Genji being especially loud and doing something with his inner muscles that makes McCree *grunt*, he pulls back and crosses his arms.

McCree chuckles, strangled and breathless, and Hanzo watches out of the corner of his eyes as he moves to get his knees beneath him. Genji scrabbles at the bedding as daddy suddenly curls across his back, pushing his cock in deeper, and Hanzo only looks out of the corner of his eyes, burning up with jealousy.

*He* wants to be the one hanging off of McCree’s fat, ruddy cock right now. *He* wants to be the one feeling the rough hair of his belly scratch across his back as he gets fucked slow and deep and intense because McCree fucks like an old truck with ignition problems.

What he *does* get is McCree laughing at him and reaching for his knee with one big hand.

“Christ. C’mere. You are ridiculous.”

Hanzo fights at that, but not enough to dislodge McCree. He *wants* to be caught, after all.

Daddy manhandles him around without pulling free from Genji’s warm, trembling insides, and soon Hanzo is on his knees next to his brother, biting at the bedding as McCree nudges thick rough fingers into him, wide hairy knuckles pushing his tender rim open wide.

It’s a bit uncoordinated at first – McCree seems to have to recall some long forgotten skill until he can make it work to simultaneously fuck Genji and finger Hanzo deep… but eventually he hits his stride and the brothers eye each other out of the corner of their eyes as they bump shoulders and mewl like kittens.

“There ya go,” McCree purrs above them. He spreads his fingers inside Hanzo, pressing into the slick, warm walls, and Hanzo cries out, back bowing as he shuffles his knees farther apart, pressing into Genji who grins at him and shoves back.

It’s easier and more difficult like this for McCree.

Hanzo no longer is a little needy bitch about wanting his dick, which is nice, but he’s not calculated in how much the brothers could be little bastards.

Genji, even when drooling from a fat cock spreading him open and rearranging his insides, is nothing but trouble, and Hanzo is a grateful victim because he can’t think of much past the immense stretch of his rim once McCree gives in and gives him what he wants.

Genji has a glint in his eye like he’s planning something mean, and McCree has to lean forward with a groan and grab at his hair to pull his head back and give him something else to focus on.

He’s too goddamn old for two young headstrong – and cockhungry – men like them but he’s also too greedy to let anybody else have at them.

At least they’re somewhat appeased with a cock in their guts, or, in Hanzo’s case, with anything that just stretches him nice.

McCree has had a few amusing toys – and just overall… things – inside him just to tide him over until he’s fucked Genji into some semblance of sleepiness.

Like this, they’re inordinately cute. When they stop fighting for one damn second and just purr and coo over getting fucked by *daddy*; drooling into the bedding like some seasoned whores as they wait for what Jesse gives them like good boys.

Anything as long as their needy rims are spread and their bellies filled.

“Daddy…” He looks over at Hanzo who has his face mostly hidden in his arms, just glancing at him with one glittering eye.

He grunts because there’s not enough air in his lungs to do anything else other than sound vaguely questioning while he dutifully pulls Genji’s hair and fucks into him. His fingers have become mostly still by now, but Hanzo does not need much once he’s in the right mindset. He’ll be happy with everything he gets.

“I want to be filled up, though…”

Jesse groans and lets his head fall forward against the back of Genji’s shoulder. It’s their usual argument; Hanzo and Genji whining for McCree’s cum in tandem, while he feels like his heart is going to break because how the fuck is he supposed to give them both what they want?

They’re going to kill him one day.

“Later, babydoll. Later,” he wheezes, trying to appease Hanzo, but deep down he knows, they’ll both be mewling for it in way too short a time.

Another little something for @toastedtwink ‘s delicious drawings. (since the threesome won out over some Sidlink just so)

It doesn’t surprise Jesse that he likes to get his mouth all over the pups; after all, they taste even more delicious than they look, and he’ll never get tired of the sounds they make – or how vigorously they reciprocate on the times they can be bothered to stop being little pillow princesses and crawl all over him to show him their love.

But it does surprise him how much he enjoys simply kissing them. As lewd as they normally are – showing him with no hesitation where they want him to please them – they are almost sweetly clueless about kissing.

Okami can rarely be coaxed into the action as is, but Lone Wolf cautiously loves it; he thrives the attention and closeness, and – especially now that Okami is right next to them, still shivering and near-purring – the single-minded focus that Jesse will grant him.

McCree hums, carefully pulling fingers from clutching, needy bodies; watching as a line of the slick he used earlier draws out wet and obscene from the swollen rim of Lone Wolf that quickly closes into a soft, distracting pout.

A portion of it inevitably gets stuck in the soft, dark fur of his tail, though Jesse can’t dredge up too much guilt over it – after all, he’ll be able to sit and watch the pups groom themselves afterwards while enjoying a cigarillo.

When he crawls up and nudges his nose against Lone Wolf’s cheek, he almost expects Okami to rear up, jealous and unhappy with the lack of attention, but a quick glance to his side shows him the critter isn’t paying them any mind – rather he is stretching and lazying around, carding sharp claws through his long hair and untangling a few knots from it.

His luck.

Jesse cards a hand through Lone Wolf’s hair, scratching between his big ears and watching with a smirk how he shudders; still oversensitive and needy. His chest is heaving deliciously, nipples big and plump looking even without him having paid any attention to them yet.

He leans down, breathing against the corner of Lone Wolf’s mouth, and the pup, in turn, immediately licks at his cheek. He still does not have the hang of the whole kissing business, but he is doing his best, bless his heart.

Jesse chuckles and shows him again, big body blanketing him; feeling the sturdy frame beneath his, thick muscles round and firm, cock wet and half-hard as it gets squished between their bellies.

Lone Wolf whines at that, ears swiveling back, eyebrows twitching together into a worried little frown – as if he doesn’t enjoy the additional stimulation; that little bit of dull, delicious pain that makes him squirm and open his mouth, panting into the kiss and passive as Jesse suckles at his lower lip and hums.

Next to them, Okami is stirring slowly and making to roll over, stretching sinuously, muscles rippling. Their time for sweet little make-out sessions is quickly coming to an end, but Jesse is determined to make the best out of it until Okami starts getting impatient with them.

A smol thing for the first two panels of @toastedtwink fucking gorgeous drawings

Lone Wolf is holding his thighs open, helpful and overly eager even though he does not need to be: both his and Okami’s legs had fallen open hilariously easy for McCree, big bodies shivering in anticipation, big soft tails trying so very hard to keep wagging even trapped beneath their bulky bodies as they are.

Still – he is being a good boy, and Jesse appreciates it. He still can’t believe his luck getting both of these creatures to come begging for cock, but here he is: knuckles deep in both of them, feeling their hot, silky bodies clamp down and ripple with delicious experience – because while neither Okami, nor Lone Wolf are suited to cooperation with one another, they are both more than skilled in taking whatever McCree feels like giving out with self-indulgent generosity.

He had thought there might be problems having both of them simultaneously, but while they had indeed seized each other up warily, big ears swiveled back and muscles trembling in preparation to strike, they soon had come to an understanding that the energy was better spent on more… satisfying activities.

Jesse never ceases to marvel at how thirsty these little critters are for a good, deep dicking – or how easy they are for it:

already whining and softly yipping, bodies so close that Okami’s thigh is overlapping Lone Wolf’s, their gorgeous thick tits almost touching – especially with how Lone Wolf squeezes his between his round, impressive biceps; pushing them out and presenting them to Jesse.

Everything, just to entice him; to make him keep pleasuring them, fingers curled and rounding their plump, sensitive prostates until they are both whimpering, ears swiveling back and twitching as they clench their eyes and struggle to keep presenting: legs trying to close up as the lust swamps them fast and sure, egged on by Jesse’s deep fingering and low, crooning encouragement.

They are sweet little things when they are not stalking their territory and killing everybody and everything on sight: all they want is a bit of good loving; a couple innocent fingers enough to get them to mewl and clutch at the sheets – even Okami’s self-indulgent pose, stretched and with his arms behind his head, breaking to show how very close he is; tail trembling and thumping against the mattress.

They are so close to each other their hair is tangling between them, shoulders first bumping, then squishing together, bodies gravitating to one another naturally as Jesse patiently fucks them on his fingers, ignoring the insistent throb of his cock, fat and erect between his thighs as it juts out from his pants.

It almost looks like they want to grab on to each other; hold the other for dear life and support as Jesse slowly slips out and then back in once more; amused at how desperate they are even though he makes sure his rhythm is excruciatingly slow. They are so wet and silky inside; clinging to his fingers and trying to suckle him back in; to never let him go when he starts pulling back once more, rims an almost violent shade of pink, puffy and swollen, yet still he has trouble deciding on where to focus on: on their twin cocks, bobbing lovely in the air; their greedy holes so open and ready for him; or their faces, contorting and looking close to tears, their fingers secretly entwined as they try to hide them between their bodies.

He fantasizes about them making out for him: cuddling close and rubbing their magnificent tits together – but he doesn’t think they could make any more of a truce than they’ve already made. At least for the foreseeable future.

So he settles with making them come on his fingers; watch them loose it as they cry out for him, coming in sticky splashes over their own bodies, mouths wide open as they pant through their release.

It wouldn’t take long, he already knows; they both need more than one round to be satisfied. Before long one of them will crawl up to him and paw at his cock; nuzzle the tip and lap at it to endear them to him.

Make him choose them over the other.

And he is more than ready for it.

I think about toshinori being like the go to person when one wanted a nice deep fuck before he was injured but he always secretly wished that someone would take on the “challenge” of fucking him instead and giving his the A1 anal orgasms that he craved, so when he got injured it was kinda a blessing I disguise because now his poor dick doesn’t get hard anymore so he’s on the receiving end of those nice deep fuckings he craved as a young man

Even before All Might – before he’s gotten the gift of being the hope of the people – Toshinori has been handsome.

He knows it, too – though it hadn’t been on the forefront of his mind most of the time.

He’d been just as tall and optimistic; muscular, if not as beefy as All Might would be.

He’s never had trouble finding partners to share a night, and he thinks – hopes – they’ve had their fun, even if the encounters had been a bit… lacking for himself.

It’s been humbling – maybe even a bit humiliating – to find himself unable to perform the way he used to after his life-changing injury. Not that it mattered much at the time.

It took him a while to come to terms with his body slowly starving away in front of his own eyes; watching his hair go frizzy and loose its shine; his eyes sinking in deep, skin stretched tight across his skull.

He is a far cry away from the handsome man he had once been, and suddenly nobody was lining up in front of his door anymore.

For All Might they still come, yes. But not for Toshinori. Not for him.

Until they did – sort of, at least. Eraserhead and Present Mic – Aizawa and Hizashi… and suddenly his inability mattered again, made him feel ashamed on a bone-deep level that unnerved him fundamentally.

Had him shying away from Hizashi’s overt, and Aizawa’s quiet advances, waving them off with a forced grin and a half-hearted explanation about how he was tired – because there was no way he’d be able to satisfy them. Not like this – and…

“Maybe you should just stop assuming things,” Aizawa murmurs moist and warm against his thin neck, dragging him down to the mattress with a hand fisted in the back of his shirt.

It’s not hard for them to peel him out of it; it is one of All Might’s shirts and large enough to pose as a nightgown for Toshinori. His boxers are just as precariously hanging from his frame, easy to drag off his long, skinny legs. Exposing him to the cool air of the room.

He’s not sure he shivered, but he must have been because two bodies descend on him and keep him warm. Hizashi is babbling, fingers quick and intrusive, and Aizawa is quiet and intense, and there is little else Toshinori can focus on when they overwhelm all his senses.

.o.

Hizashi fucks him first, and deep down he is thankful for it because it means Aizawa is at his front; calm and collected, dragging fingers through his hair and staring down into his slowly watering eyes as Hizashi fucks him in sharp, tiny thrusts.

“That’s it,” Aizawa mumbles, one of the few things he says, and Toshinori holds on to it like a lifeline as he is too weak to hold himself up and needs Hizashi’s hands around his hips to keep him in place.

“So warm. Such a good little hole to fuck; isn’t he, Eraserhead???”

“Can’t say. Haven’t fucked him yet,” Aizawa grunts, and then after a second of deliberation continues: “Sure does look like it, though.”

Hizashi cackles, a little out of breath, hands warm and gentle and so in contrast to everything else. He’s not moving much; basically just drags his cock along an inch of the quivering, nervous walls of Toshinori’s insides, but he doesn’t need more than that.

His body is alight with a bone deep sensation; a.. a need that makes him feel like he has to constantly bear down on the cock; like he has to pee; like he has to come immediately, but not really…

It makes him whiny, maybe. A bit. He can’t tell, but Aizawa is shushing him with low hums and takes up his petting once more.

Hizashi is halting, nearly stopping, makes considering noises and then changes his angle, and pushes –

and Toshinori can’t help his cry, so sudden and visceral, tasting blood in the back of his throat as his fingers, thin like twigs, claw at the bedding, body thrumming, cock feeling so tender even though he knows – he knows it’s soft between his skinny thighs, pathetic and pink, and he feels like he’s going to come but that is impossible, and

“You’re doing so well, Yagi,” Hizashi hums, voice vibrating across his back, raising goosebumps. “You feel so warm and perfect. Clenching down like a good boy. Can’t believe you’ve never done this before – look how sensitive you are. So easy for us. So easy.”

And suddenly he comes; bone deep, throbbing, the sensation robbing him of his senses as his body spasms and they hold him through it, gentle him down as his eyes roll up into his head and he’s drooling; just a few watery drops of cum dripping from his foreskin as his intestines nearly vibrate with the sensation, muscles clamping down, undulating, massaging–

and Toshinori has never felt anything like it before, but it is more encompassing, more mind blowing than any orgasm he’s ever had. It takes him so completely, so deeply that it is almost frightening, taking his breath and mixing a little blood with the saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth-

and he doesn’t think he’ll ever even want to feel anything else. Not when he hears Hizashi sing for him; sounding so satisfied even though Toshinori hasn’t done a thing.