Added the first drabble of the month to my patreon for the 3 and 5$ tiers 🙂 it’s McHanzo with centaur pony Hanzo and farmer McCree! if you regularly purchase my compilations you should consider getting in on my patreon because you’ll get even more bang for your bucks ❤
Reaper/Soldier76 – continuation of this fic – omega!Reaper; alpha!Jack; erotic birth – (surprisingly aggressive) alpha Jack tries to help omega Reaper through birthing his first pup.
(Jack got a bit away from me and is a bit aggressive in the middle but he can reign himself back in towards the end aödklfjaösdk)
Jack has a de-ja-vu slipping into the breeding cell and watching Gabriel immediately bare his teeth at him. It’s happened this way already, he remembers. That first time they’ve been let to one another; when they’ve been allowed to mate and breed.
He remembers how much respect he’s had of the Omega’s white, strong teeth. They don’t look anything less vicious now. He’s in a nest again, on the far side of the room.
There’s a little trail of scraps of cloth that leads from the hatch where the supplies have been dumped into the room and towards the nest on the other side. Gabriel must not have had the energy to go back and get those last little pieces. It has to be difficult to move around with a belly so massively swollen, and while the Omega is still baring his teeth and growling so deep Jack can feel the fucking vibrations in his legs, he goes and picks the last scraps up.
They’ve seen each other a few times since; once or twice a month to let them socialize, and Jack had felt like he and Gabriel had something good going between them – a friendship, at the very least – but now the Omega looks like he’s close to attacking him.
It’s the pregnancy, he knows. Gabriel can feel the pup shifting in his belly, getting ready to come, and he is antsy and weary because of it. Jack wonders if the feeling is only exacerbated because Gabriel is usually a frighteningly independent creature.
He skirts the edges of what is just-about acceptable for the Omega, watching how delicious he looks with his big belly; listens to the low growling trills he makes when the pup shifts and unintentionally presses against a good spot, and he does not even try to hide how hard it gets him.
He strips for the Omega’s viewing pleasure. He shows off his body. Shows Gabriel how gorgeous and strong he is, and Gabriel turns his head away and scoffs, but his eyes trail towards him again, anyway. His cock is hard, showing his Alpha how very much interested he is despite his rough demeanor.
Jack wants to loll his tongue; wants to taste Gabriel in the air. Maybe jerk off onto him and rub it into his belly. Make it clear for everyone who this Omega belongs to; but getting his dick anywhere near him now would be suicide.
So he bides his time. He has no other choice but to wait… but when the Omega starts whimpering and bearing down, he is on him; needy and overwhelming his mate as he crowds into him and forces him back; pushes his way between his massive, head-crushing thighs, and pins him down. He is as concerned as he is greedy, and a part of him is horrified at how he exploits Gabriel’s moment of weakness, but his body’s instinct is clear, and his cock is painfully, painfully hard.
Gabriel roars at him, tries to get a bite at his bicep, but he can barely move now that he is on his back, and his aggressive, predatory growl soon morphs into a pathetic whimper, his body suddenly tensing, then relaxing.
Jack is right there, purring, greedy, fucking his cock against the crease of Gabriel’s leg. Overwhelming the Omega more as he uses him while he is giving birth.
The horrified little voice in the back of Jack’s head is persistent, but negligible. Gabriel is whining underneath him, the aggression bleeding out of him as he bears down a second and third and fourth time. His arms come up and curl around Jack’s shoulders, pulling him down, holding on for dear life and making him feel like he’s going to break one of his ribs with the pressure he exerts on him.
Gabriel is a massive Omega; thick and muscular and strong – especially so when he’s giving birth, it seems, hole stretched impossibly wide around the pup, his cock still so very hard and needy, looking tasty enough that Jack wants to suck it into his mouth. Instead, he can only curl his hand around him and give him gentle little pumps while he and the pup do the work; one bearing down and the other wriggling its way into freedom.
Jack wants to mount him when it is over. He wants to slide into his sloppy hole and feel how raw and hot his insides are. He wants to fuck him while he’s over sensitive and helpless, but the need slowly wanes the longer he is feeling how Gabriel shudders and struggles; all those alienating aggressive urges mellowing down until he is slowly licking at the sharp cut of Gabriel’s jaw, grooming his goatee and purring a deep, calming Alpha growl at him to keep him nice and soothed.
Sooner or later, Gabriel will find back to himself and probably bite at Jack anyway; chase the Alpha away so he could take care of the pup until the doctors come to give the medical attention needed.
Beneath him, Gabriel suddenly makes a low, gurgling noise, his whole body convulsing, nails digging into Jack’s back and scratching him up something fierce while Gabriel shudders through what the Alpha realizes dazedly is an orgasm. At the same time, he can hear the pup make a first, enraged little sound.
Jack shudders. If he had a tail, he would have wagged it.
Soldier76/Zenyatta/Lúcio – continuation of this fic – contains coercion, non-con/dub-con, dirty talk, humiliation/degradation – Jack has the two of them at his home to perform for his pleasure…
It has almost been too easy to get them to the point they are now at: softly humping on Jack’s unmade bed, pressing suckling little kisses against each other’s mouth while he sits behind the camera and films the whole thing.
It’s like they had almost been waiting for it. Like they had hoped someone would eventually stumble across them and unveil them as the dirty little tramps they really are. It would have taken all the fun out of having power to lord over them if watching them didn’t provide him with so much satisfaction.
“Yeah, you like to perform, don’t you?” he murmurs finally when he’s looked through the lens one last time to make sure they were nicely framed, then he takes a step back to watch the action unfold properly before him.
Zenyatta’s cheeks have flushed a nice dark red, and there’s a bit of a frown between Lúcio’s brows. At least they have the decency to look mildly ashamed by their whorish conduct. Jack pushes a hand unselfconsciously into his shorts and strokes his cock slowly, leisurely. He has all the time in the world, after all.
When Zenyatta twists his hips minimally away, ostensibly to lighten the pressure against his cock, Jack can see how tented both of their tight leggins already are. They’re as into the situation as he is, even if they played demure and horrified in the beginning. As he watches, the bright yellow-and-green pants Lúcio has donned slowly sport a wet patch where his dick is drooling into the fabric.
“Fucking sluts,” Jack grunts. It sounds disgusted even though it gets him off, and the flush on Zenyatta’s cheeks quickly spreads out to his ears.
He lifts his thigh – long and slender, just like the rest of the boy – and pushes his knee over Lúcio’s hip. Jack makes his way over to is old ratty armchair and plops into it, feet propped on the edge of the bed, not far away from the pretty boys making out for him.
“Sit on him,” he suggests and feels a spike of unholy pleasure when Zenyatta *does*, shoving himself astride Lúcio’s hips, their mouths finally separating with a wet little pop that goes straight to Jack’s balls. Their lips are plump and soft looking. Like they would look gorgeous around his dick.
He wonders if the little sluts even know how to treat a *real* cock. He’ll find out later.
They dry fuck for him, making little breathy sounds that seem straight out of some softcore porn. They drag their little cocks against each other, bulges pressing and rubbing and squishing as they get a bit needy and desperate in their need.
They even look at each other like they got stars in their fucking eyes. Lúcio’s hands are all over Zenyatta, squeezing at his small ass and supple thighs and urging him to grind down harder. Maybe make their little cute dicks hurt a bit… and how interesting of a thought is that?
But they also seem to have forgotten Jack, which… does not sit well with him. He frowns, thumb smearing across the crown of his dick, the tip of his pointer finger idly nudging its way into his foreskin to feel how much wetness has gathered in there already.
He rudely shoves one foot against Zenyatta’s hip, jostling both boys out of their lovey-dovey little bubble they’ve sequestered themselves into. When they glance at him, he makes a motion with his free hand.
“I wanna see you do a sixty-nine. Don’t get those little dicks out, though.”
He should be more adventurous, maybe – they *are* yoga teachers, after all, and nice and flexible – but for the moment he wants to simply bask in the fact that they do everything he tells him to.
They scramble to obey. They look lovely, faces stuffed with each other’s bulge, mouths greedy as they start licking and suckling through the thin fabric of their leggins. He slowly jerks himself as he watches them play for him, and has to stop once or twice just to let the feeling of orgasm recede again.
He feels delirious, almost in trance as he watches them. Listens to them. They are nasty little boys that make a lot of noise, and he *loves* hearing their little slurping sounds and sighs and thoughtless hums as they get more breathless, more eager. More needy. Their slim hips start shifting, motions getting a bit more sharp and demanding.
They want to shoot their nasty little loads, that much is obvious – and Jack could come just from the fact that they have to wait for *him* to give them the okay.
“Stop,” he croaks finally. They turn their heads towards him, staring, cheeks dark with a flush, mouths hanging open to pull enough oxygen into their lungs. He catches Lúcio’s gaze travel down towards the big cock in his fist, and Jack grins slow and satisfied. Of course they would crave the real thing after getting themselves riled up with each other’s little toy.
“Come here and suck my dick.”
They crawl towards him like kittens, sitting pretty between his thighs and getting at his dick like they are starved. He notices them holding hands, but does not have enough brain power to tell them to stop that because Zenyatta is slurping noisily at his foreskin while Lúcio is sucking one of his balls into his mouth, and *fuck* he is in heaven.
agenda for today: after my shopping trip hoping I have enough energy left cause then I will do 1-2 ko-fi fics and 1 300-500 word drabble for patreon ❤
I should probably explain the Kirin + Centaur AU that @beetleknee was so kind and wonderful to draw the boys for.
The bare bones of it is this: Kirin Centaur Hanzo escapes capture and is nursed back to health by centaur McCree. For his kindness, Hanzo will grant Jesse one wish, but Jesse doesn’t want anything but for Hanzo to stay with him, and he would never wish for that because that’s something Hanzo has to want too. Hanzo returns Jesse’s feelings and they live happily ever after.
I wanna write it eventually but I gotta work on my reverse bang writings first.
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