Category: Allgemein

cyberrat:

looking through my Reaper Bean pattern to do the bod of the McBean I realize that for some reason I jumped from Row 27 to Row 30  :’) I swear I can count…

I updated the file on gumroad if you want to download it again

negatjazzy:

cyberrat:

For all that Hanzo is shy about that particular need of his – and very pointedly does not want to discuss it – he has managed to accumulate a veritable harem of daddies.

So when Reinhardt is indisposed by work or his own aging body, McCree will gladly take his place.

Hanzo loves and loathes these occasions in equal measures.

McCree makes it just so… so very… embarrassing.

He doesn’t let him hide for once; crooning just as syrupy-sweet as Reinhardt but catching his wrists all the same; holding them down and out of the way, watching with self-indulgent intent the way Hanzo’s chest heaves; nipples perky and on display for his viewing pleasure.

McCree is simultaneously a lazier and a stricter Daddy than Reinhardt. He likes to lie back and have Hanzo sit on his big, fat, ruddy cock – but he also likes to tell him exactly how to work his cunt along his dick.

He likes to grab Hanzo’s thighs and pinch him; slap his ass and pull at his nipples, all the while lazily sucking on the end of a cigar he sloppily stuck in the corner of his mouth.

He likes to hear Hanzo whine. He likes to see him flushed and unsure, dark eyes wet and mouth open.

McCree doesn’t indulge his more petulant moods as much as Reinhardt does. He pushes, and goads, and – on a few memorable occasions – has denied to give Hanzo his cock if he hadn’t behaved beforehand.

After sessions with Jesse, Hanzo is empty and serene. Tuckered out like a little puppy, pliant and open to get filled with warm affection.

And for all that he is ambivalent about the way McCree goes about his business, there’s no question about how much he loves his cock. How eager he is to be allowed to spend hours on his knees, happily drooling into the coarse thatch of pubes, hands on the low hanging balls to keep them nice and warm so they’d fill him up good later on.

He loves sitting down on it; feeling how the fleshy girth in the middle of the shaft will stretch him that much wider; until his eyes start to tear up and his nose begins to run. He loves scratching his fingers through McCree’s chest hair; to hold on to it during the ride, watching McCree’s face contort with pain at the sharp tugs, but letting him do it all the same.

Sometimes, Hanzo will be overwhelmed with the feeling of McCree’s cock in his belly; will lie down on him and rub his cheek mindlessly against his soft pecs, babbling for Daddy as his hips move relentlessly; filling himself over and over again; making himself take everything Daddy had to give.

And other times, Reinhardt will be there, too; his huge hands cupping Hanzo’s pecs; fingers rolling the painfully sensitive nipples, squeezing his chest – showing it off for McCree’s viewing pleasure.

Hanzo thinks he likes those times the best. When both Daddies are there to gentle him down afterwards; box him in between their thick, hairy bodies and keep him down as long as he needs to.

MY PANCAKE BURNT BC I GOT DISTRACTED BY READING THIS.

I WILL EAT IT

I love pancakes too much

kitsune2022-artish:

Behold, the face of a man whose bitch powers are stronger than yours. 

I don’t remember what prompted it, but I suddenly had the urge to draw human Sassy Zenyatta. I might tweak it later, but for now, I am reasonably pleased. Also, casual poses are by far the hardest for me. XD Dynamic action poses, cool, I know what to do with that, forces acting upon limbs, got it. Just standing there, doing nothing? Incredibly difficult for me to get to a pose that doesn’t look stiff. 

More Overwatch things

For all that Hanzo is shy about that particular need of his – and very pointedly does not want to discuss it – he has managed to accumulate a veritable harem of daddies.

So when Reinhardt is indisposed by work or his own aging body, McCree will gladly take his place.

Hanzo loves and loathes these occasions in equal measures.

McCree makes it just so… so very… embarrassing.

He doesn’t let him hide for once; crooning just as syrupy-sweet as Reinhardt but catching his wrists all the same; holding them down and out of the way, watching with self-indulgent intent the way Hanzo’s chest heaves; nipples perky and on display for his viewing pleasure.

McCree is simultaneously a lazier and a stricter Daddy than Reinhardt. He likes to lie back and have Hanzo sit on his big, fat, ruddy cock – but he also likes to tell him exactly how to work his cunt along his dick.

He likes to grab Hanzo’s thighs and pinch him; slap his ass and pull at his nipples, all the while lazily sucking on the end of a cigar he sloppily stuck in the corner of his mouth.

He likes to hear Hanzo whine. He likes to see him flushed and unsure, dark eyes wet and mouth open.

McCree doesn’t indulge his more petulant moods as much as Reinhardt does. He pushes, and goads, and – on a few memorable occasions – has denied to give Hanzo his cock if he hadn’t behaved beforehand.

After sessions with Jesse, Hanzo is empty and serene. Tuckered out like a little puppy, pliant and open to get filled with warm affection.

And for all that he is ambivalent about the way McCree goes about his business, there’s no question about how much he loves his cock. How eager he is to be allowed to spend hours on his knees, happily drooling into the coarse thatch of pubes, hands on the low hanging balls to keep them nice and warm so they’d fill him up good later on.

He loves sitting down on it; feeling how the fleshy girth in the middle of the shaft will stretch him that much wider; until his eyes start to tear up and his nose begins to run. He loves scratching his fingers through McCree’s chest hair; to hold on to it during the ride, watching McCree’s face contort with pain at the sharp tugs, but letting him do it all the same.

Sometimes, Hanzo will be overwhelmed with the feeling of McCree’s cock in his belly; will lie down on him and rub his cheek mindlessly against his soft pecs, babbling for Daddy as his hips move relentlessly; filling himself over and over again; making himself take everything Daddy had to give.

And other times, Reinhardt will be there, too; his huge hands cupping Hanzo’s pecs; fingers rolling the painfully sensitive nipples, squeezing his chest – showing it off for McCree’s viewing pleasure.

Hanzo thinks he likes those times the best. When both Daddies are there to gentle him down afterwards; box him in between their thick, hairy bodies and keep him down as long as he needs to.

The first push is always the worst. For all that Hanzo croons for cock like a seasoned whore, he always seems to forget just how big Reinhardt is. It begins with his breathing halting in a gasp, and his shoulders going tight before the pretty little cup of his back vanishes as he tries to hunch down and curl away.

His hole, rim pouting and wet with lube, winks at Reinhardt. It wants to be filled, the little cunt. Stretched wide around his cock – but Hanzo’s nerves won’t let him.

“Hey now,” Reinhardt murmurs, huge hand slowly sliding down the slope of Hanzo’s spine, and, when he doesn’t react more than a shake of his head, he manhandles him around onto his back.

Hanzo’s cheeks are flushed a ruddy red. They look even more striking against the stark black of his beard. His liquid, dark eyes stare up at Reinhardt with mute helplessness.

“There you go… What a pretty boy you are,” Reinhardt croons, watching Hanzo’s mouth abruptly go flat, the corners pulling down. Trembling. He throws one arm up and across his eyes, shielding himself from Reinhardt’s inquisitive stare. His Adam’s apple bobs.

“Gonna let Daddy give you his cock?” Hanzo’s mouth drops open at that; soft and inviting enough that Reinhardt swoops down and kisses him; makes him stop hiding under his arm in favor of clutching at him.

Hanzo is no small man; but beneath Reinhardt he seems almost dainty. Young.

“Daddy,” he groans, mouth pliant, letting Reinhardt suck on the tip of his tongue. He gets messy when he’s getting smothered beneath a big, warm body; does things he wouldn’t do normally.

Reinhardt tries it again, then; takes his cock into his huge fist and guides it towards that well-prepared hole.

Hanzo whines; face scrunching up – but it is more in his head than anything else.

The first push always is so daunting; his warm, pliant muscles having to stretch, stretch, stretch to accommodate the unrelenting width of the tip of Reinhardt’s cock.

There’s sweat beading at Hanzo’s greying temples; his body clenching down like wet silk: suckling and clinging even as it tries to force him back out.

“Daddy,” he whines again – sobs, almost – fingernails scratching into Reinhardt’s back.

“Hush… Hush now…” Reinhardt grunts, not unkind, one good eye watching with warm interest as tears prick at the corners of Hanzo’s eyes when he gets stretched wider; rim trembling around the widest part of the crown, before it finally finally pops in; held snug inside Hanzo’s body.

He is a mess beneath him, cheeks wet with sweat and tears, mouth trembling uncontrollably.

“You gonna keep Daddy’s cock warm?”, Reinhardt murmurs, pressing kisses against Hanzo’s hot, wet cheeks. “Gonna keep it nice and snug?”

He starts moving carefully; little rocking motions to feed Hanzo more of his cock; long and fat and so ready to keep the archer warm from the inside. Hanzo starts wailing, then: tries to muffle his wet mouth against the swell of Reinhardt’s shoulder, but there’s no stopping the heaving sobs he’s taking.

He will tucker himself out sooner or later. He’ll be happier for it afterwards. When he’s done getting out all the emotion he has had bottled up for too long.

He’ll get sleepy and pliant and happy on Reinhardt’s cock; grab for him with uncoordinated hands and croon; thanking Daddy so prettily for the warm dick that’s filling his belly. Asking for his cream with suckling little kisses to Reinhardt’s mouth.

His poor baby boy.