10th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 7th Fill

Zarya/76/Gabriel – femdom; pegging; praise kink; body/muscle appreciation; manhandling – Zarya is still so young but she’s got those two old men wrapped around her fingers.

Gabriel makes like pulling away, but only so that Zarya has to curl her big hand around his ankle and pull him back down the bed with a kind of ease that has his stomach tied in knots and the good Soldier’s mouth drop open while he palms his cock.

Zarya chuckles, curling an arm around one of Gabriel’s massive thighs and manhandling him until he’s on his side, leg helplessly hooked around the bend of her elbow.

“How naughty,” she purrs at him. She shuffles closer, fingers of her other hand tickling his well-lubed hole. “Somebody is yearning for a bit of rough, mayhaps?”

Gabriel scowls fiercely but his already dark cheeks are going even darker with a flush. His brown eyes are glittering as he looks back at her, glancing at the strong line of her jaw to the wide set of her shoulders. He stares at her biceps, and quickly looks away again – caught looking – when she flexes for him.

Zarya hums and shuffles closer. She has a gorgeous cock strapped on for them; long and a bit fatter than usual, though not as girthy as what either of them has packing.

She takes herself in hand and starts dragging the mostly featureless tip against the nice little snatch Gabriel has offered up before nerves got to him and he tried to be cheeky.

The good Soldier is watching from the sidelines, gloriously naked and cock in hand; eyes travelling as much across Gabriel’s thick, meaty muscles as they are tracing Zarya and her effortless dominance she reigns over them.

They’ve sparred beforehand just to feel how easily she can put the old men on their back. Maybe spread their legs and push their knees up to their shoulders just to humiliate them; let them see how her youth and strength can overpower them and make them her bitches.

They’re all sweaty and pungent; and while they are fighting against a gentle, lazy kind of lethargy, Zarya looks like she’s just begun.

She straddles the leg still stretched out on the bed, hooks Gabriel’s leg across her shoulder to have her arms free, then pushes in. Her tits sway with the motion and both men immediately stare at them.

She’s got a scar slashed across her right breast, nearly hitting her nipple. She does not look like a mom, but they both want to nurse anyway.

Zarya is surprisingly nurturing. Maybe she just gets off on making them feel smaller than they are. More helpless than they are. Jack does not quite know, nor does he care.

Gabriel sighs as she starts to easily fuck him, and Jack startles when her hand curls around his ankle, not unlike she did moments before with Gabriel, and easily pulls him closer across the already rumpled sheets.

He could kick at her and try to squirm away, but it would be futile. The thought excites him inordinately and by the glazed, needy look on Gabriel’s face, he feels the same.

They are nothing but Zarya’s toy boys and… it feels good. She manhandles him until he’s where she wants him; stretched out next to her other boy close enough that she can curl her wide palm around his cock. She has big hands, but they are still pretty looking. She likes painting her nails in bright, happy colors.

Jack has his hands unthinkingly curled against his shoulders, looking up at Zarya with heavy lidded eyes and breathing deeply. Zarya glances at him, and her face goes all soft and warm.

“Little kitten,” she purrs and he flushes dark and humiliated. He is old enough to be her father, but something about this woman makes him feel small and helpless… but protected.

She stems them around if she wants to, but he’s yet to have her actually hurt any of them. He does not think she has it in her.

Zarya leans forward some, squeezing Jack’s cock as she picks up her pace. Gabriel stretches for her and bares his throat, groaning deep in his chest when her cock slides deep and easy. Jack could lean forward and bite at his shoulders and neck. Lick at his salt-and-pepper beard.

But he can’t take his eyes off of Zarya’s swaying tits and the hard muscles of her belly, visibly contracting with every thrust forward.

She has a gorgeous cunt hidden beneath the harness she’s wearing. It’s cute and small, hidden beneath a downy soft thatch of garishly dyed pubes. It’s kept just as meticulously perfect as the rest of her body. Maybe she’ll open her thick thighs for them later. Let them fuck her slow and easy, or eat her out with their noses buried in her pink hair.

She’s easy for them; stroking their egos by coming quick and beautiful with little incentive given. It’s the only testament to her youth; to how she’s been shunned by weak boys who were intimidated by her. Her body is deliciously sensitive and they love exploiting it. Have her thighs nearly bust their skulls when she loses control and comes so hard she almost squirts.

They are very determined to make up for lost time.

“You are such good boys today,” she purrs, her accent getting their nipples tight and excited. They’ve been primed to her voice to an embarrassing degree. “I don’t think at all you want to play rough today. I think you want to be good boys that get treats…”

Gabriel groans and throws one arm across his eyes so it’s harder for them to see his flush. Jack breathes deeply and nods quick and a bit overeager when Zarya looks questioningly at him. Then she smiles.

vincenzonova:

Guys I did more Pumpkin Bulbasaurs. More specifically, Halloween Bulbasaurs.

Additionally we got:

Witch-Hat Mimikyu,

Skull Dwebble,

and Spoopy Gastly-line

Hey thanks :) that’s pretty reassuring tbh, hope you’re having a good day dude ♥️

yeah no problem^^ wish you a good day as well

Hey hewwo I was wondering if you could maybe clarify a little about the cowcree situation? Like, I know some people like it as actual beastiality and I know you said you don’t, but do you have a distinct idk context for your writing? Like it’s fucking hot and I love it, your latest ko fi was gorgeous as always, idk dude, Is mccree like an actual cow but with a bigger human body? Does he sleep in the barn? How do you see it? Does this make sense? I’m sorry

in my animalpeople AUs I usually see it as them having mostly human bodies with some animal features. so CowCree would have horns and a tail; maybe hoof-like caps around the tips of his fingers. PigRoadhog would have a little curly tail.

They have animal minds or very rudimentary intelligence… they can’t talk or anything. In any case, they are really just seen as normal animals; people don’t acknowledge that they actually look more like humans… which obviously would be super fucked up but I think for simply porn purposes we can all just suspend disbelief 🙂

hopefully that helped

10th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 6th Fill

McHanzo – rape tw; faux beasitality; cow!McCree – Jesse turns the tables on Hanzo and Hanzo is a sick fuck that loves it.

Maybe it is because of Jesse’s gentle, sometimes even downright lazy disposition that Hanzo had not thought much of precautions. Of course he’s heard the tales of farmers getting overpowered by their amorous cattle, but… well.

He’d always fancied himself as being the one who mounts… not the one being pressed down by considerable weight, struggling not to be crushed beneath his cow while Jesse very determinedly fucks against him and gets the backs of his thighs slippery with whatever liquid his cock is so generously producing.

Maybe somewhere in the dull head it had occurred to Jesse that being mounted by his farmer whenever he pleased was not something he desired. Or Hanzo’s incessant rutting into his buttery soft hole had awakened the cow’s lustful side, though he’d never shown as much, preferring to keep munching on whatever’s in front of his nose.

Whatever it had been, it didn’t matter much now; not when Hanzo has to taste his own medicine and be mounted and fucked by his cow without a consideration for his own desires.

As he scrambles at the side of the barn, trying to find some way to place his hands and at least brace himself against Jesse’s heavy weight, it occurs to him, that he is effectively being raped by his own goddamn cow.

And that he is turned on by it to a sickening degree. He is panting already, heavy and wet, his cock straining against the front of his overalls als he whispers – very quiet and not forceful at all – “No.. don’t… you can’t…”

Jesse, of course, does not understand. He is single minded. His cock is hard and he wants a nice warm hole to stick it into, and he thinks this warm hole might just be found between his farmer’s now trembling legs.

Every now and then the silky hot head of Jesse’s long dick is brushing the back of Hanzo’s knee, and he gets nauseous with how much he wants that thing rammed into him.

He wishes the short pants of his overalls were wide enough to just tug them to the side, but as is, they stretch tight around his thick thighs.

So he has to fumble with the fastenings one handed, whispering “wait wait wait…” when Jesse starts becoming impatient and shoves himself farther up his back. Everything is hot and heavy and Hanzo can barely think through the fog in his head.

Finally, his overall slides down more or less. He stands in an awkward half-crouch, overall bunched around mid-thighs, naked safe for the rubber boots he has donned. No underwear, of course, because Hanzo is a dirty cow fucker that likes having access whenever the mood strikes, and his own whorishness makes his cock surge and dribble.

Jesse is still rutting, fucking, trying to find the hole – and when he suddenly finds it, he *pushes*.

Hanzo cries out when the cow tries to force his way into a hole way too small, tears springing up in his eyes.

“No…no…” he whispers half-heartedly, one trembling hand travelling down. Jesse’s next thrust has him collapsing against the side of the barn, cheek mashed into the rough wood. He gets his hand around his dick while he tries to shuffle his legs farther apart. Make more room for the fat cock spreading him open. He can’t make more room, effectively hobbled by his own overall.

Getting raped by his own cow against the side of his barn and loving every second of it. His insides feel painfully hot; like Jesse is fucking fire into his belly.

From behind he can only hear the animalistic grunts of the cow; feel the slobber dripping against the nape of his neck and sliding down between his shoulder blades.

Jesse jerks forward, fucking deeper into Hanzo’s belly, and the farmer sobs, coming in a long, hard spasm that makes his knees almost buckle.

Jesse fucks slow and clumsy. He does not really rut; just pushes himself deeper and deeper, the exertion clear as he pants hot and wet into Hanzo’s ear. Only when he’s stuffed all of his cock into his belly does he groan long and drawn out. Stops all his movements and just lays on Hanzo’s back while his cock seems to do its own thing; flexing and swelling and strangely moving inside Hanzo’s abused guts.

Hanzo’s legs are shaking. Jesse is heavy and makes him bear all of his weight. He sees him as nothing but a warm hole to inseminate, and it shows.

Hanzo wonders blearily whether this will happen again and again from now on. Jesse turning the tables on them and fucking him whenever his mood strikes. Hanzo can feel his cock jerking again in his slippery grip. Copious amounts of fluid are dripping out of his raw, fucked-out hole as he fantasizes about becoming his cow’s little fuck doll.

Making sure he’s wearing clothes that can be shoved aside for easy access…

He is sick, sick, sick, sick. This should not be so hot. This should not make him shoot of a second time already, splattering the dusty ground between his boots with his cum.

He shouldn’t get off so hard on being raped by his cow; but he is.