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For the baby prompts! Pup McCree popping his knot early and embarrassing himself when pack Alpha Gabe presents to him for the first time (kinda a continuation of that pup McCree fic you did a while back) thanks boo

“What are you waiting for, kid?” Gabriel twists his hips at the waist sinuously, swerving his ass in a way that should be illegal. “Don’t got all day…”

It is enticing for sure – especially coupled with the spicy, warm Alpha smell permeating the air; thick enough that Jesse wants to follow it to the source and sniff and lick at the big man’s junk.

Gabriel looks back over his shoulder. The kid is not a kid anymore. Not really. Jesse is big, shoulders bulky and hips still boyishly slim. He’s hairy, too – especially under the arms where he is stupidly proud of it; and Gabriel’s belly does a slow, delicious flip when he watches him stand there, all bravado gone, hand’s on his dick as if to shield it.

Gabriel twists his hips again; sees how Jesse’s dark eyes follow the motion, his wide mouth dropping open to taste the pheromones in the air.

“Jesse,” he sing-songs with a smooth, coaxing voice, angles his knees farther apart. “Come here.”

Jesse jerks to life and follows the command obviously on autopilot. He is drilled to obey his commander’s voice, and Gabriel preens as he sees the flush on his cheeks.

The kid kneels behind him, big hands on Gabriel’s hips, and he can hear him breath out forcefully when he stretches cat-like and lowers his upper body down, arms outstretched before him.

Relaxed. Unconcerned about presenting like this to another Alpha. To feeling Jesse’s fat cock slide along his crack.

“Boss,” Jesse murmurs and shuffles closer; he gets his slim hips practically plastered against Gabriel’s ass, his hipbones sharp against him. Still needs to be fed some more, this one.

“You like this?” Gabriel asks, watching him over his shoulder. He can feel the wetness of Jesse’s dick; tacky and warm against his tailbone. Jesse nods wordlessly and swallows hard. Leans across Gabriel’s back and whines when he can’t blanket him like he is probably used to from Omegas and their generally smaller figures.

Instead, he curls his arms around Gabriel’s torso and holds on for dear life as he starts to jackrabbit against him; fucking the cleft of his ass.

It is not what he wants, exactly, but he still purrs for him. Gabriel knows when to use a treat instead of reprimands.

It is only when Jesse suddenly falters, his little whines taking on a decidedly desperate edge that Gabriel realizes maybe letting him rut like this hasn’t been a good idea after all.

Before he can buck him off and make him calm down, there is the hot splash of cum against the small of his back, Jesse fucking like a man much younger than he, biting at Gabriel’s shoulders and neck as he knots the fucking air like a pup.

“McCree,” Gabriel groans, forehead falling against the sheets, annoyed and still hot for a fuck, and quietly pleased with how much he has been able to rile Jesse up with so little.

Jesse just whimpers, and presses his hot, humiliated face between Gabriel’s shoulder blades.

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can we get a bit of that endeavor/anal slut toshi content? :>

“All Might.” Endeavor says the name slowly and with rancor. His fist is hard in Toshinori’s slicked-back, blond hair – Allmight’s slicked-back, blond hair – and rips on it almost brutally, forcing him back onto his cock with the unrelenting grip alone.

Endeavor’s cock, like the rest of him, is massive. Unrelenting. He touches of Toshinori only what he absolutely must, which is… enough, Toshinori supposes. It has to be.

The number of people who will fuck Allmight is so very very low that he will take what he can get. Especially with Endeavor.

Endeavor halts shortly, shifts behind Allmight, and puts one booted foot up on a crate for better leverage. When he resumes fucking, Toshinori feels like he is fucking right through his belly.

His rim burns from too-little slick, and he loves every second of it.

“If only the people could see their precious All Might now,” Endeavor says, not bothering to quieten his booming voice any; he is daring for people to find them in the school closet; daring someone to open the door and see All Might bend over and taking his cock, dick bouncing between his thighs, untouched and ignored.

Endeavor wouldn’t fuck Toshinori – wouldn’t spare a single glance for him outside of his Allmight persona – but he shudders to think about how it would be. He would destroy Toshinori on his cock. Fuck like a mad man.

The thought is thrilling and frightening at the same time.

“Endeavor,” he groans low, and only gets a sharp, brutal pull on his hair for his trouble.

“Silence.”

Allmight nods dutifully. He feels like his hair must stand on end by now. As messy as it is when he is Toshinori.

Endeavor fucks into his belly, stretches his rim until his eyes burn. He doesn’t want his body to heal the pain, but he knows it will regardless.

Endeavor leans forward, hand rough in the blond mane; keeping Allmight’s big body curved like a bow.

“Not smiling now, are you?” he purrs. He smells of smoke, the fire of his beard enough to make Allmight sweat.

Allmight’s facial muscles spasm as he tries to grin, ass clenching around the big dick of the eternal #2 of the heroes, and Endeavor roars, pulls back, starts up a new, punishing rhythm.

Toshinori groans low in his chest, imagines he can feel every centimeter of the wet slide through his guts. He hopes Endeavor will fill him up this time instead of jerking off all over the backs of his thighs and the ruined gape of his hole – but he will take what he can get.

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For the baby prompts, maybe omega Lúcio getting knotted for the first time by alpha Doomfist or Reaper?

“Breathe,” Reaper murmurs, the sound drawn out and vague like the rest of his mildly smoking body. He encompasses Lúcio everywhere; blanketing his slim back and curling around his sides. Petting his tight, quivering belly.

Lúcio feels the pressure against his hole and whines, head following the gentle press against his neck to let it hang long. His dreads slide over his shoulders, exposing the slim column of the back of his neck.

Reaper conquers it just as he has conquered the rest of the Omega’s body – self-assured and calmly.

“There you go…”

His hips shift closer, the tip of his cock slowly pressing inside. Lúcio’s fingers curl into the sheets, the fine muscles of his shoulders bunching up in mild protest to the intrusion.

Reaper purrs; a sound that can be felt just as much as it can be heard, and Lúcio’s teeth almost rattle with it.

There is no way of tensing up when Reaper is feverishly hot and rumbling all around him. His skin feels firm, despite the tendrils of smoke curling away from him.

He fucks slow and gentle. Patient. No force in the world could make this Alpha lose his composure and the knowledge makes Lúcio shiver more than the unbelievable stretch of his cock spearing into him.

Nothing seems as easy as submitting to Reaper; simply riding the waves and letting his upper body melt into the sheets, muscles becoming soft and receptive.

“Good…”

He can feel Reaper’s hand slide along his side, then around his lower abdomen. Cupping. Holding. Bracing him. Reaper’s tongue drags across the back of his neck, then the top of his hot, burning ears.

Gentling him as the Alpha presses in deep and unrelenting; holding him nice and secure when the already improbable stretch becomes frightening and impossible.

“Shhh… shh…” he whispers sinuously as Lúcio’s tongue is lolling out, helpless whines slipping from him; feeling as small as he’s never felt before in that moment.

The sound of Reaper’s voice is terrifying for some; he might seem harsh and emotionless – but Lúcio would follow its sound anywhere.

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Genyatta for my bae

@robotfvckers asked be for Alpha!Genji getting edged by Omega!Zenyatta and I could never refuse her Q.Q

When Genji had entered the club, he’d been surrounded by a gaggle of Omegas, crowding tightly around him and making him pleasantly dizzy with their sweet, perfume-like pheromones.

When he left a few hours later, he was only accompanied by one Omega that he’s met at the club itself: an intriguing slim young man with a plump little mouth and beautiful, dark eyes.

There’s something about the way he smiles that makes Genji’s heart pump faster – a gentle upturn of the corners of his mouth; gentle, calm. Docile. Watching Genji with patience and an irrefutable air of superiority that is as amusing as it is curious.

“Where do you want to take this, beautiful?” he’d purred, finger curled beneath the Omega’s smooth chin. Not even the shadow of a beard. The Omega hadn’t pulled away; let himself get gently caged against a wall, his slim chest rising and falling slow and even against Genji.

“My place.”

Genji has to admit – if only to himself – that the decision had surprised and maybe a bit unnerved him. This wasn’t how things usually went, but he’s a good sport about it. Some Omegas were just skittish like that. Wanted familiar surroundings when they got mounted and deep dicked by a prime Alpha specimen like him.

The Omega’s living arrangements are simple and small, but they smell like he’s been rubbing his pretty body all over the place, scenting it until Genji’s cock sits up at attention just by walking into the space.

He can’t see much – it is pretty dark – but that’s not of importance when he can push the young man against a wall and grind at his ass; small and round and as plump as his lips.

The Omega arches mildly. Pushes into the contact. And when Genji’s hand slips beneath his sensible little shirt, big hand cupping the smooth, soft plane of his lower abdomen, he suddenly murmurs: “What’s your name, stranger?”

Genji pauses with his chin on the Omega’s shoulder, warm breath puffing against his ear. His cock is hard; the head becoming wet as it pushes out from beneath the elastic of his underwear, and this time when he grinds forward, there is a long, gratuitous glide of his cock along the cleft of the Omega’s ass.

He shuffles his feet farther apart, the edge of his hand digging into the Omega’s skin just above his crotch, urging him to slide his ass bag farther; to lower his upper body more. To give him more play to fuck against his ass.

The Omega grunts softly – a sound that makes his cock even wetter at the tip – but does not follow along with the gentle urging.

“Your name,” he says a bit breathily, and Genji starts chewing at the collar of the Omega’s shirt because that’s the only option to testing them out on that gorgeous, brown neck.

“Genji…” he murmurs, and the Omega stretches at that, then turns around – taking his pretty little ass away from Genji who frowns, big hands falling on his hips to pull him at least closer for a kiss.

The Omega’s hand slips up, fingers pressing against Genji’s mouth to keep their lips apart, then says serenely: “My name is Zenyatta.”

He looks expectantly at Genji, and Genji stares back dumbfounded, cock so very hard for this peculiar Omega. Zenyatta.

“O… okay,” he finally gets out, and Zenyatta smiles his enigmatic little smile, then reaches down unexpectedly and cups Genji through his pants. His long fingers curl down and around his balls, the heel of his hand pressing gentle but firm against that tender place where Genji’s knot would swell.

He grunts, pushes into the touch, tears springing to his eyes when that makes the pressure against his burgeoning knot a bit too sharp for comfort.

“I would like to play with you, Genji,” Zenyatta tells him. His voice is hypnotic; deeper than Genji would have assumed for such a slim fellow, but as smooth as everything else on the Omega. On Zenyatta.

His name is Zenyatta.

“Yeah… Hell yeah,” he murmurs against the fingers still pressed to his mouth and quickly ducks away from them to press little coaxing kisses against Zenyatta’s plush lips. Zenyatta hums and lets him, then uses the just-this-side-of-kind pressure against his knot to push him a bit farther away again.

“Would you allow me to tie you? I think that could be… very pleasurable for the both of us.”

Genji blinks at him, staring at those dark eyes; their slant making Zenyatta look like just about the sweetest Omega Genji has ever met – then the request really registers and a slow grin spreads on his face, fingers curling beneath Zenyatta’s chin, gently scratching the silky skin there.

“Oh babe,” he purrs deep in is chest; an Alpha trying to soothe a skittish Omega. “You’re a bit shy, hm? Don’t worry. I wouldn’t harm a single hair on your body.”

Zenyatta, being bald, lifts his eyebrows and keeps smiling at him – though this time it looks decidedly more amused by Genji.

“Is that so?”

He guides Genji backwards until the Alpha can feel something hit the back of his knees. He sits on the chair and has to look up at the Omega who drags gentle fingers across his cheek, then through his thick hair, grabbing at it.

“Would you like to play?”

Genji’s cock pulses, the tip wetting against his quivering, tight stomach.

“Everything for you, precious. Just make yourself comfortable.”

“MMhh I will.”

.o.

Zenyatta’s ropes are soft but unforgiving, and no matter how much Genji rips on them, muscles bulging and weight thrown around in the throes of passion, they do not let him escape any of Zenyatta’s ministrations.

The Omega is taking his time working him up, and he feels like sooner or later the tears of overstimulation pricking at the corners of his eyes will fall.

His chest is heaving, burning like he’s run too much, and all he can do is stare down at the devious little Omega kneeling between his spread thighs and playing with his cock.

Zenyatta is glancing up at him while he drags his slick little tongue along the painfully swollen knot he’s coaxed out of Genji some half an hour ago. He still can’t fucking believe it happened in the first place.

He’s never knotted outside of a toy or a warm, squirmy Omega, and feeling it out in the open is alien and a bit scary.

He’s also never knotted without coming a few seconds later, but Zenyatta’s gentle, cruel hands have taken care of that as well.

One hand is constantly curled around his balls; for now gently cradling the sac, thumb idly stroking across the warm, silky skin, but ready to become mean if his orgasm is fast approaching and he can’t hold himself back.

Zenyatta’s pupils are blown wide. He looks drunk on the Alpha’s scent – the only concession to Genji’s pride as he proceeded to nuzzle through the thick, groomed pubes the second he’s gotten Genji’s pants down.

As Genji watches, his other hand slides over. Curls around his knot gently – and Genji gasps in a mighty, wet gulp of air.

“N-No…” he murmurs, knowing full well what is going to come (not him) but still lifting his hips as much into the touch as the ropes allow.

Zenyatta leans his head against one thick, muscular thigh, trembling like a skittish colt’s.

“Do you want me to untie you?” he asks earnestly with that deep, gentle voice, and Genji contorts his face, chest so very tight as everything in him is so very confused and turned on.

He wants to push Zenyatta down; mount him like he’s done with countless other Omegas. It is weird to be at his mercy. A bit scary.

But also very hot.

“No…” he admits after a beat of silence and Zenyatta gives him another of those enigmatic little smiles, his cheeks dark with a flush. Not unaffected. Not by a long shot. Genji can smell his desperate arousal, floral and spicy, but he can’t do a thing about it.

Zenyatta’s hand closes around his knot. It is wet with lubricant, warm and soft, and Genji whines long and drawn out, head falling back into his neck, sweat springing up along his hairline and under his arms.

God, but it feels like a warm little Omega cunt like this. He whimpers, hips fucking up in forceful half-thrusts, the rest of his cock so very cool compared to the tight grip on his knot – and then every touch suddenly leaves him: not only the warm, consistent pressure against his knot, but also the clever fingers on his balls, leaving him to desperately, painfully scramble back from the edge of orgasm.

He whines, chest pumping, heart thumping quick enough that he thinks he might be on the verge of a heart attack.

His cock is so sensitive.

Even the air hurts.

“You’re doing well” Zenyatta’s gentle voice floats to him from somewhere. “You’re learning quickly.”

Genji stares numbly at the ceiling, still trying to come to terms that he made himself come back from orgasm, when he hears the gentle scratch of a zipper. Seconds later, the warm scent of Zenyatta’s arousal curls around his nose and makes his mouth water on command.

His cock jerks so hard it hurts, and for a breathless second he thinks he might come just from the thick scent of slick. Thick enough that he can taste it in the back of his mouth.

And then Zenyatta is in his lap, not even goddamn naked, just with his pants pulled down far enough to give Genji a good look at his long, slim cock as he grinds his ass against the Alpha’s cock, getting his sticky slick everywhere.

Drenching Genji’s poor dick in it.

“God, yes,” Genji gasps, head falling back. “Finally. Fuck. Took you long enough. C’mon baby, let me feel that sweet little snatch of yours…”

Zenyatta leans forward, plump little mouth at Genji’s throat. He is grinning – grinning, the little minx, and testing his white little teeth against the Alpha’s skin, making his blood boil as he lowers himself. Just a bit. Just enough to have the tip of Genji’s dick warm and secure in the silky buttery-soft space he’s been withholding the whole time.

They groan in unison and Genji feels like he’s about to pop an artery when Zenyatta sighs with a dreamy sort of serenity: “You feel very good.”

“The rest of me would feel even better, baby,” he says through grit teeth, belly fluttering as he tries to somehow breathe through the immense pleasure when Zenyatta bears down on the pulsing tip of his poor dick and hums.

“I like it just like this, though. You won’t get me messy, will you?”

Zenyatta leans up, then, his dark eyes on Genji’s sweat drenched face. Genji is sure he must look terribly unappealing right now, but the Omega does not seem to mind. All he does is stroke reverent slim hands along Genji’s slick, hard chest, thumbs at his nipples; dragging across them until Genji arches helplessly, a whine stuck in his throat.

Zenyatta follows the movement, not letting the Alpha fuck deeper into him – and when Genji gurgles something incoherent, he pulls off entirely and rubs his smooth cheek against Genji’s.

“Calm, now. Calm.”

Genji sobs openly as he claws his way back from the brink of orgasm again. He is sure his cock must be a violent shade of dark red by now. His balls feel big as fucking grapefruits and painfully tender.

Zenyatta is calm and blessedly cool on him, and Genji wishes he’d at the very least gotten naked so he could ogle him some.

The Omega trills gently at him, placating him somewhat as he lowers himself again and lets the pulsing, dribbling tip of his cock slip back into that warm, soft space.

“If you can manage to hold off until I give you the permission,” he whispers, mouth directly against Genji’s ear, “I’ll let you pump everything over my crotch.”

Genji clenches his eyes shut, a single pathetic tear rolling down into he hair at his temple as he lets his head fall back, arms fruitlessly struggling against the ropes – then he slumps, his agitation making place for a weird sort of calm as he rides the antsy waves of orgasm looming just there.

He nods, and sniffles, and Zenyatta’s cool, calm hands flutter along his face and shoulders and torso; rubbing and petting and gentling him down.

“Wonderful. You are such a good student.”

7th Ko-Fi Fic Prompt :)

I’ve been asked for Alpha!Gabriel submissively pissing when he’s knotted by Alpha!Jack :3 hope you likey

When they’ve been younger, there has never been a problem with them sharing close quarters. They were both big, both very much Alpha, but Jack can’t remember a time they ever postured or became aggressive towards each other.

Now, things have very much changed, it seems. He watches Gabriel through the thick glass of the containment chamber. Prowling. The nanobots are in constant motion, creating billows of smoke that engulf his old friend as he mindlessly slides along the walls, the floor, the ceiling, looking for the smallest crack through which he could escape.

Even through the thick security glass he feels like he can smell Gabriel; the musk so thick and alien that it agitates Jack. He can feel his hackles rise, but only when he realizes his hands are curled into big fists does he turn around abruptly, looking towards Lúcio sitting behind a desk and fiddling with a big loudspeaker. His brows are pinched as he works, Tracer handing him tools as he asks for them.

“You done yet?” Jack grunts, then clears his throat when Tracer frowns at him, and checks himself, forcing his shoulders to relax and step closer towards them. “My apologies,” he mutters, then asks in a more civil tone: “How are things going?”

“Done in a few,” Lúcio answers. He hasn’t even looked up. “Just a tweak here and there and I’m pretty sure I can break through the frequency that makes those little nanobots go crazy.”

Jack nods, gaze drifting towards Gabriel who is scratching against the walls of the containment room with sharp, otherworldly claws.

.o.

Lúcio is as good as his word: minutes later, he starts setting up the loudspeaker proper. Angela has joined them to monitor the progress, her face looking about as tense as Jack feels.

Lúcio glances at them, waiting for Jack’s curt nod, then he flips the switch.

.o.

Gabriel can’t walk out of the base’s premises as long as Lúcio and Winston are tinkering on a portable device to jam the signal, but he does not seem to care too much about his involuntary confinement.

He seems docile. Mellow.

Jack watches him move about in sweatpants and soft looking hoodies, his scent spicy and thick and warm like a good aftershave; no longer as metallic and oppressive as the stink his agitation in the containment cell had made him nauseous – and Jack wants him so badly it hurts a bit.

There’s grey in his goatee and mustache, and Jack finds himself stopping in a doorway, just staring at the mess of greying curls on top of the other’s head. Gabriel never used to allow himself to grow his hair out.

Seeing him like this; moving his big, broad body slowly, without urgency – seeing him be quiet and content with the fact that he is not being controlled by an outside force for the first time in years…

It is doing things to Jack. Things like wanting to settle down in his old days. Wanting to curl up around Gabriel and pump him full of cum; get some nice, strong puppies in his belly – and that one is just plain silly, given the fact that they can’t even get kids.

Gabriel is similarly docile at first when Jack finally can coax him into his bed, but there soon is a fire of defiance burning in his dark eyes when Jack tries to roll him into his belly and mount him; easy as they’d done years ago when they were young and hot-headed.

He bites at him, then, teeth blunt and pulling up bruises at his shoulder and the swell of his bicep. Jack grunts and twists away, belly growing hot with need and excitement. Gabriel watches him like a snake; unblinking and intense.

He is lying on his back, but there is not a single submissive line to be seen in his body, and Jack shudders from head to toes, hand curling around Gabriel’s throat, thumb stroking along the strong line of his jaw.

“And here I thought I had a little pussycat in my bed,” he murmurs, “You’ve been purring so nicely for me.”

Gabriel snorts, but lets him tilt his head farther back. Jack can feel the motion of his Adam’s apple against the rough plane of his palm.

“Wanted to see what you would do,” Gabriel murmurs slowly. He stretches beneath Jack; slow and leisurely, and Jack’s gaze follows the motion downwards. He finds himself staring at the scarred expanse of unshielded, vulnerable belly – and then at Gabriel’s cock, big and thick, lying there in its nest of grey-and-black curls.

Jack can smell him; thicker than earlier. Spicy. Alpha. It makes his mouth water. He wants to lick Gabriel’s balls and sniff at that warm, cozy space behind them. Get dizzy on his Alpha smell like he’s done so many times when they’ve been younger.

Gabriel has other ideas, though, it seems; he suddenly twists, muscles bunching and tensing, grabbing Jack and curling him around – trying to make him submit and mount up in a motion that fell just-shy of playful.

Jack, in turn, begins to struggle, grunting low, adrenalin pumping – and just like that, they begin to fight for it.

They’re quiet, mostly; only their harsh breaths puffing out into the still room as the bed creaks ominously beneath their massive bodies, twisting and turning; trying to get the other beneath them just as much as they drag their wet cocks along whatever patch of skin they can find.

By the time Jack manages to pin Gabriel beneath him, his quickly fluttering belly pressed against Gabriel’s hot back, they’re both out of breath and sweating. The room is sticky with their pheromones; everything stinking of two big Alphas exerting themselves.

Jack goes nearly cross-eyed from it. He’s not used to anything anymore, it seems. His cock is pushing between Gabriel’s cheeks and he uses it to slowly hump against him.

Gabriel, as ever, takes the loss in stride. He is purring again; deeper – like a rusty engine. Almost reluctant, it seems.

“Get on with it,” he murmurs with his soft voice. He brings his knees beneath him somehow – lifts his ass up and Jack with it in one swoop. “I’ve needed cock so badly…”

He sounds like it, too. A bit weepy, almost. Jack bites at the back of his neck while he gets his bearing; gets up onto his feet in a mating press because there’s no way he could go easy on Gabriel now.

“That so?” he grunts, “Just any old dick?”

“Your old dick,” Gabriel relents after a second or two. He is panting; what little Jack can see of his dark eyes is glittering. Maybe a bit maliciously so, because when he finally starts pressing in, Gabriel suddenly bucks once more.

Whether it is instinct, or simply Gabriel’s capricious nature, Jack has to hold him down with a firm grip, growling deep in his throat as he makes the other Alpha take it. Gabriel bares his teeth at him, though only for a moment.

When he feels it – the burning slide and deep, satisfying stretch – he becomes almost sweet on Jack. He claws at the pillows, mouth open and lips wet against the fabric. He curves his back and lifts his ass like any good Omega would, and Jack squeezes his eyes shut; can’t believe how deep he can reach like this.

They fuck like this for… he does not know how long. There are no clocks anywhere; he is driven by the smell of the other Alpha; by his insides rippling wet and suckling around his cock, cushioning him sweetly the longer he deep dicks him and makes his body accept the unusual intrusion.

But eventually they become more restless; he can feel his orgasm approaching slow and relentless, his spine feeling hot and near liquid as he fucks; sharp and deep and powerful. Gabriel seems to feel it, too: he squirms, clenches around the big Alpha cock; makes soft, near hurt sounding noises in the back of his throat.

“You’re so good like this,” Jack murmurs roughly, hand reaching for the back of Gabriel’s neck; curling around it and holding him secure and still against the bed. “I’m gonna knot you,” he tells him as calmly as he can. Assured. Gabriel will not refuse, he knows.

He can feel Gabriel shuddering mightily beneath him; hears a reedy little whine simpering on a drawn-out note before Gabriel closes his eyes. Shuffles his knees a bit farther apart. Readies himself for it.

When Jack shoves in deep and rough, he smells it just a couple seconds before his knot swells quick and relentless, stretching the other Alpha almost brutally: the sharp smell of urine.

It almost dampens the delirious rush of orgasm, until the world seems to tip a bit, and it does the exact opposite.

He can hear Gabriel whimpering beneath him, eyes clenched shut, mouth still open and wet.

In a partly obscured mirror, Jack can see what is happening: Gabriel pissing a strong, unrelenting stream as he gets spread open on another Alphas cock; made to accept him. Forced to take every single inch and hold him warm and cozy until the swell lessens enough to pull out.

Gabriel pisses submissively, and it is enough to keep his orgasm going; balls pulsing a bit painful even after he’s already pumped Gabriel full of cum.

The room is reeking, and Jack loves it. His big hands are clumsy when he pats at Gabriel’s shoulders. His back. Strokes through his sweaty hair.

“Good. So good,” he murmurs with a mouth that’s gone a little numb like the rest of him. “God, Gabriel… So good…”

6th Ko-Fi Fic Prompt :)

I’ve been asked for a ~600words McHanzo with Okami Hanzo being a brat.

“Hanzo. Sit.”

Hanzo understands him. He knows full well what Jesse is expecting of him, he can see it in those dark, intelligent eyes – yet the Okami is flat-out refusing to do the simple trick.

He glances disdainfully at the little treat Jesse has pinched between his thick fingers, then turns around and lowers his chest towards the ground, ass nice and up. Jesse groans and sits back, rubbing the bridge of his nose with two fingers.

It is Hanzo’s response to just about anything asked of him: Maybe I’ll do it if you fuck me. The Okami turns his head, glancing back at Jesse when his owner doesn’t do quickly enough what he demands.

When he sees Jesse still just sitting there, watching him exasperatedly, he makes a soft sound in the back of his throat – somewhere between a growl and trill. Pretending he is being sweet and harmless when in fact he is being a brat and ignoring the simplest of commands.

“Sit,” Jesse tells him again, trying for authoritative and failing a mile wide. He watches as Hanzo lifts his thick white tail to the side in response, showing off that sweet dark space between his muscular cheeks.

He still looks at Jesse expectantly, and Jesse curses his dick which helplessly lifts at the sight.

He regrets, to some extent, ever having bought Hanzo. He feels like his dick might have done the talking from the very beginning; seeing as Hanzo had been presented to him collared and leashed to the wall, sitting there nice and prim with his tits on display; looking for all the world like he chose to be there instead of his old handler having had enough of his antics and leashing him to the spot.

He also feels like the previous owner might have kinda sweet talked him into it; there’s been no denying the obvious relief on the man’s face when Jesse signed the papers. Hanzo’s pedigree was mind boggling, to tell the truth, but the owner practically sold him for pennies.

“You’re horrible,” Jesse mutters when he slides from his chair onto his knees, one hand grabbing the root of Hanzo’s thick, well-groomed tail, the other going between his cheeks without much preamble. Hanzo might squirm and pretend he’s never been touched like it before – and it might have impressed Jesse the first few times – but by now he knows Hanzo’s game too well.

His humiliation lies in his inability to say ‘no’ to it, he supposes. Knowing Hanzo’s antics is one thing – but consistently falling for them, too…

The Okami is simply too intelligent for his own good.

Hanzo squirms for a second, but Jesse’s grip is hard and no-nonsense on his tail. Realizing that his owner might be a little miffed, he goes still and lifts his ass higher into the treatment; forgoing his tricks and little lies for once in favor of getting to the point – which is, quite frankly, to be serviced by his master.

Jesse knows he is not making it any better; he is rewarding bad behavior and re-inforcing Hanzo’s strong will, but deep down he kind of wants it that way.

He can’t imagine Hanzo as anything but a haughty cock-hungry slut. The pup acts like a God that deigns them with his presence, and trying to break that would mean Hanzo is no longer Hanzo.

… Not to mention the fact that men far more competent and experienced in training pets have tried their luck and gotten nowhere fast with the stubborn mule of a pup.

So Jesse quietly resigns himself to a life of weirdly co-existing with his pet; begging him to do the tricks he knows very well, thankyouverymuch and letting himself get coerced into pleasuring his insatiable pup.

5th Ko-Fi Fic Prompt :)

Aight this one was a bit difficult because it was a ~600 word thing and I was given more or less free hand :’ ) so now it’s roughly double the word count but still a tad rushed but I did my best…

I was asked for housewife!Lúcio with a husband of my choosing but was given possibilities for each husband; so I kinda went and mashed 3 together which arreee:

Husband Reinhardt – (rape play) older Reinhardt has his much younger wife Lúcio who his friends tease he can’t pleasure due to Reinhardt having erectile dysfunction (can’t get it up or premature ejaculation or both!) So his friends come in to “help”

Husband Akande – (voyurism) Akande is a Very Busy and Important Man, he’s extremely rich but away from home a lot. His little wife Lúcio is bored and lonely in the huge mansion so he “entertains” his husband’s business partners like a good wife should. Good thing Akande has state of the art surveillance systems all over their home ;D

Husband Winston – (inexperienced human!Winston) newlyweds Winston is very nervous about their honeymoon, Lúcio helps his new hubby experience all the fun that can be had in a marital bed~

hope you likey^^

Akande loosens the tie around his neck while he watches. He imagines the party in the hotel’s vast entertainment room is still going on full swing, but he has been bored for a while already, thoughts drifting to his wife at home again and again until he just had to check.

He is not disappointed.

The video feed on his laptop is crystal clear, the audio perfect. He likes that he can’t change the camera angles perfectly, just switch from one to the next – it adds something more clandestine to the experience.

He’s already watched Lúcio try his damndest to get a rise out of their chauffeur; the big hulk of a man patiently letting the little slut play with his cock; long and fat and not in the mood to get hard, no matter how liberally Lúcio drools around it and scratches the wiry grey hair at the base like he’s petting a sweet animal.

It’s not the first time Lúcio has tried his luck with Reinhardt – he’s always hopeful, always diligent, as Akande knows from a vast amount of videos saved on his hard-drive – but his effort is not always crowned with success. Reinhardt is old – impressive looking, yes, but old – and there is only so much Lúcio can do.

The truly interesting part begins when both Reinhardt and Lúcio’s heads suddenly turn towards a sound that has not been picked up by the microphones, and Akande leans forward with interest, his dark eyes veritably glowing as he sees one of his new associates enter the picture: Winston.

The man is looking down, and fiddling with his briefcase. He is brilliant but awkward; Akande is unendingly amused by him. He is big, though not as big as Reinhardt, but carries himself with an air of humility that is strangely endearing. He should have known that Lúcio would be interested in him.

When he finally does look up, he freezes. Akande does not know what Lúcio has written in his little clandestine invitation, but the brilliant Doctor Winston must not have caught on to exactly what kind of outing he’s been invited to.

Akande chuckles deep in his chest and leans back, big hands falling to his slacks as he watches the little play unfold.

.o.

Doctor Winston is fire red by the time Lúcio is at him, his dark eyes flitting from Reinhardt sitting relaxed on one of the expansive couches, cock out and lying against his clothed thigh, to Mr. Ogundimu’s husband who… who…

“A-Ah I… I am…” He stares at the sweet little dress the young man is wearing. He looks delicious in it. Pretty. Unselfconscious. His hands curl around Winston’s thick wrist and tug him a step forward before he presses himself against the good Doctor’s front.

Winston can only stare, his glasses slipped down to the tip of his nose. His fingers go lax, and his briefcase falls to the floor, but nobody is paying attention.

“I am sorry,” he whispers finally, “I wasn’t aware… I m-mean… I should go…”

Lúcio is smiling up at him, all dimples and white teeth, his big brown eyes staring right into his soul as he tugs his unresisting body towards the couch.

“No, no. Stay.”

He pushes, and Winston falls heavily onto the cushion next to the older man he doesn’t know. The gentleman is huge and smiling at him genially as if nothing is amiss. Like his impressive cock isn’t still out there. Winston, who isn’t quite on the small side himself, has to make himself actively not stare.

Which means he is looking forward – right at the cleavage of Mr. Ogundimu’s husband–

“Oh dear,” he whispers, hot all over, helpless; and then Mr. Ogundimu’s husband is slipping into his lap and pulling up the little skirt of his wonderful black dress, and Winston can see his panties; pink and black and the outline of his pretty cock so very pronounced…

“I need to go,” he whispers, hands curling into helpless fists, cheeks pounding with embarrassment. He wishes he still had his briefcase to hold in front of himself like a shield.

“Nonono, please,” Lúcio murmurs, his small hands framing Winston’s cheeks, scratching through his short beard. “I am so bored… I just want to play.”

Winston makes a sound like he’s dying.

.o.

Akande is fascinated. Too fascinated to even jerk off as he watches his little wife be a slut. It is not new to him; how Lúcio invites colleagues and employees into Akande’s home to let them stuff him with their cocks until his belly is full and warm and he is purring like a well oiled engine.

Still, it never fails to rile him up; get him hot and bothered to watch them fuck his husband – his wife. Some… most… will be enchanted with Lúcio; call him sweet names and service him like he’s a pretty prince. Others will call him out for what he is; a greedy whore. A slut for cock. A needy, never-satisfied little cunt that crawls all over his husband when he’s home and goes around looking for other dicks the second he steps out and works.

It is a good arrangement; Akande has known from the beginning about it; Lúcio has not made it a secret. They both love it. They both thrive on it.

Doctor Winston, however, falls somewhat out of any of the molds.

Some are flustered and unsure, not wanting to bang their boss’ wife and risk getting fired; but they’ll get over it sooner rather than later; Lúcio makes sure of that.

Winston is jumpy from start to finish.

He does not dare touch Lúcio until his young wife grabs at those big hands with the hairy knuckles, and almost forcefully stuffs them down the front of his dress so he can feel up those lovely tits.

He seems deathly embarrassed about everything; starting from Reinhardt’s interested, amused gaze next to him, to the fact that Lúcio is so very unselfconscious in showing himself off; pulling down those sweet panties to show everybody the sleek, gorgeous length of his cock, and the soft, greedy slit he likes to stuff full of dick.

Akande hums when he sees Winston’s cock; unsurprisingly fat – the man is big and burly, after all – and shifts with anticipation of seeing it fill his wife’s hole. There is little else in the world Akande enjoys more than seeing Lúcio’s hole stretched wide on cock; the rim pouting outwards, swollen from good use and shiny with slick.

He’s never watched someone fuck as awkward as Winston. It is intriguing, to say the least.

It is probably his luck that Lúcio is such a sweet little lady; patient and docile; happy to do all the work as the good Doctor can only sit there, one hand on Lúcio’s gorgeous little tit, the other covering his eyes in shame. He is bumbling apologies the whole way through, brain seemingly stuck as he takes only peeks at the sweet thing on his lap.

He comes so quickly, too; grunts low and horrified just after a couple slow, delicious drags of Lúcio’s wet insides along his dick – and Akande hums deep in his throat, watches a close-up of the action; how he can see the fat shaft pulse inside the tight grip; how it doesn’t want to end like the good Doctor has been storing it up for months and months.

Lúcio does not look put-out by any of it. His cheeks are red like he’s been fucked for hours; his eyes feverishly glassy as he slides down, little pink tongue out to lap greedily at the Doctor’s cock while staring up into his hot, humiliated face.

Akande already knows that Winston will be one of Lúcio’s new favorite toys. That he’ll teach him how to fuck nice; how to keep going until he’s satisfied.

Reinhardt looks just as intrigued as the rest of them, his big hand on the back of Winston’s neck, gripping gentle, making him look at Lúcio tending to his cock.

Akande hums, hand finally slipping into his pants. Lúcio hasn’t come yet, after all – and the night is still young.

4th Ko-Fi Fic Commisson :)

I have been asked to continue this fic with Omega!Hanzo getting serviced by Alphas Balderich and Reinhardt; Reinhardt getting them good sloppy seconds :3

“Look at you,” Balderich croons, fat finger moving slowly, trying to slip deeper when Hanzo’s silky insides are clamped down on him and don’t let him move even a bit. “Hübscher, kleiner Omega…”

Hanzo shudders, electricity prickling down his spine and ending in a spark at his tailbone. He instinctively lifts up into the sensation, eyes going thin and needy as the movement makes the fat finger slip out of his hole and leaves him open and wet for a few seconds before the muscles try to close up again.

“This one likes being praised,” Balderich comments. Hanzo can feel the indulgent chuckle through the hands he has braced on the soldier’s massive chest more than he hears it. He stares at the rugged face of the man, feeling him tap the broad, wet fingertip against his opening, and jerking mildly every time it connects.

The other Alpha, big and blond, shifts and makes the floorboards creak once more. His mouth is open, obviously tasting Hanzo’s sweet pheromones on the air, but he’s been keeping his distance dutifully. Respectfully.

Hanzo squirms and lowers his upper body; shows everyone who wants to see the warm sweet space between his thighs as he starts rubbing his face against the big brute’s thick, uniquely shaped beard. It is just as soft and silky as it looks.

Hanzo wants to groom it with his tongue like a cat. But more so he wants the broad finger back where it belongs.

“Schau wie gern er das hat, Reinhardt…” Hanzo’s mouth falls open when he feels the finger slowly round his cunt, then starts pressing in once more, wriggling its way inside in a way that makes Hanzo’s cock flex and get liberally wet at the tip.

The young Alpha chokes on air and steps a bit closer. Hanzo does not know what Balderich has said but it seems to have been some kind of allowance because the other slinks around them, close enough to feel the sick, feverish heat radiating off of him as he takes a place behind Hanzo.

When he twists around to see, the young Alpha is staring at that sweet little muscle he so desperately wants to spread on his cock, but isn’t allowed to – yet. He is such a beautiful specimen, too… Hanzo can’t help but preen, feeling powerful and in charge of these massive Alphas as he stares at flushed cheeks and the wide, supple mouth hanging open, lips wet and inviting.

His jaw is broad; looking like it would make a perfect seat, and Hanzo thoughtlessly tries to turn around and crawl towards him, though he is hindered – not unkindly – by the click of a tongue and two frying pan sized hands holding him put.

“AAhhh,” Balderich sighs, one hand sliding up and twining Hanzo’s hair around his fingers, then pulling back slow and inexorable until Hanzo’s throat is bared to him. “Du magst Schwänze, hm? Don’t you worry… I have just the thing for you… I’ll make sure you’ll be… ah… voll.”

Hanzo shudders, toes curling and belly tightening with anticipation and dread in equal measures. He watches as Balderich reaches down towards the pants he is still wearing – heavy, dark green garments – and can’t help but start purring once more when the big Alpha begins, without a doubt, to finally get his cock out.

He jerks, mildly, when another pair of hands very gently closes around his ribcage, long, thick fingers splaying to touch as much of him as possible. He becomes a bit light headed at just how much that is.

“He sings so sweetly,” Reinhardt whispers, voice a little rough from longing. “Pretty little thing is purring so hard he’s practically vibrating.”

“Just for us,” Balderich murmurs, and leans up to press tickling, wet kisses along Hanzo’s jaw. “Pretty Omega knows when he’s about to get a treat.”

Hanzo’s nose twitches when the opening of Balderich’s pants is signaled by a thick waft of his smell; warm and spicy and hitting Hanzo somewhere deep and soft in his belly. It makes him want to roll over and submit to the Alphas; makes him want to purr and lap at whatever they offer up to him.

Makes him want to be fucked full of their big, strong pups…

Balderich is chuckling indulgently again, one finger scratching beneath Hanzo’s finely groomed goatee, then taking his lolling, drooling tongue between the tips of two fingers and tugging playfully at it until Hanzo is whining and arching.

“Come back to us, Liebling. I want you here every step of the way when we play with you.”

.o.

Hanzo is sure the whole village must have heard him by the point that Balderich holds him still and secure, grunting low and heartfelt as he pumps him full of cum.

There is simply no way nobody has heard his love cries as the Alpha bred him deep, spreading him like nothing else has done before, cock fat and heavy and hot like a brand deep in his belly, kissing up at all those secret spaces and marking him forever.

He knows, deep and instinctual, that no other Alpha will ever be able to breed him as good and deep as this German soldier; that he’ll forever feel the warm, unsatisfying glow deep in his guts where he’s only been fucked once and never again.

He’s not been knotted – he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t have been able to take the swelling of it, even if he begged for it – and when Balderich carefully pulls out, it is accompanied by a lewd, wet squelching and the unstoppable flood of creamy cum dripping from Hanzo’s red, abused hole.

He whimpers, lowering his upper body, towards the broad chest he’s liberally scratched up during the mating – for once not preening and gloating and purring as the dull burn makes him realize that there is no way he’ll close up any time soon.

His cock feels stuffed full, swinging between his thighs, untouched but so very wet. He thinks he might have come sometime during the mating but he is not sure anymore. His head is swimming.

He mindlessly licks at the Alpha’s chest; grooming Balderich who chuckles soft and breathless.

“Now,” he mutters and Hanzo has no idea what he’s talking about – until he does. He cries out, soft and weak and melodious, unsure himself whether he is singing for that new Alpha that steps up behind him and rounding the puffy muscle with the blunt, fat head of his cock, or whether he is protesting him.

They are shushing him gently, their big hands stroking his vibrating body.

He feels whiney when Reinhardt pushes in slowly, carefully, and there is no real resistance anymore. His toes are curling, face heating up when the young Alpha behind him grunts low and satisfied and places a gentle, guiding hand at the small of his back.

“There you go… Taking all of me without a fuss. You’re so soft and hot inside…”

Hanzo is mortified, but his insides are liquid and needy; everything seems so soft and far away; Balderich crooning and stroking his sides as Reinhardt starts moving gently, fucking him with little thrusts that barely register in his overheated system.

He’s thought he’d never again feel an Alpha dick him as deeply as Balderich has, but here it is again: Reinhardt’s cock feeling like a fat, hot replica to the dick that he’s just played with, sliding deep through the mess left inside him and filling his swollen insides so completely it makes him all weepy.

He presses his forehead against Balderich’s hairy chest, feeling how hot the skin is after he’s scratched him up something fierce during their mating, and listens to the wet, filthy sounds of Reinhardt mounting him.

He can’t believe that he is still hungry for it; that he can hear the thick, creamy cum of the other Alpha froth out of the sides of his hole, pressed out by the Alpha ramming him, yet still be greedy for more. Another load. Another warm, thick load deep in his belly.

Hanzo’s muscles have capitulated sometime during Balderich’s breeding, simply fluttering helplessly around Reinhardt’s cock without offering any real resistance. If the Alpha is disappointed with the unresponsiveness of the little fuckhole he’s breeding, he does not sound like it.

Hanzo still purrs for him, at least; chirping little sounds of a pleased, satisfied Omega, his teats going hard and needy when Reinhardt laughs softly, then responds in kind: a low, rumbling purr that shudders through Hanzo and almost makes his teeth clack together.

God, but the German Alphas are well-trained, if even this young, upstart specimen can be so gentle with his Omega – especially with his rival still just there, Balderich humming and touching and petting, looking so very at ease with the whole situation.

“Wunderschöner Omega,” he is crooning, fingers playing with Hanzo’s dark hair, obviously unconcerned with the fact that Hanzo has started drooling onto his chest again. “Einfach atemberaubend.”

3rd Ko-Fi Fic Prompt!

Heed tags.

I was asked to write gassy Gabriel and supportive Jesse.

I hope it is enough farting action; I’m v sorry if not *lies down face first on ground*

:’ )))))))

Jesse is lucky that he’s been out in the field when the spoiled food was served in the cafeteria and subsequently took most of the Blackwatch agents down for the better of two days.

He receives the message with a disbelieving squawk of amusement, staring at his tablet almost in wonder. Who would have thought that a bit of spoiled grub would take Blackwatch down?

After all, he’s experienced first hand how hard-as-nails those guys and gals are; his first two years had been no fun at all – including his desperate puppy crush on Gabriel that’s been mostly unrequited or belittled until he’s finally put on some meaty muscles and rough facial hair – and the notion of most of them being out for the count because of some bad food is surreal, but… well. Not everyone has an iron stomach like him.

Though his has been trained more out of necessity than anything else.

He stares at the data pad, long legs stretched out in front of him, knocking shoulders with the sleeping agents to his left and right as the truck they come back in rattles across the road.

Three in the infirmary with food poisoning; twelve on a sick leave with upset tummies. Upset tummies. Jesse’s mouth is hanging open in a wide, disbelieving smile, fighting the urge to be upset because he’s not been there to witness it. Blackwatch agents getting send home into their beds like toddlers from daycare.

What. A. Hoot.

He can’t wait to get all the juicy details from Gabe.

.o.

“Hey there,” Jesse drawls as the door to Gabriel’s private quarters starts to slide open, elbow braced against the wall next to the door, everything about his posture casual and relaxed in a way he knows Gabriel hates – at least in the open where anybody could see.

His flirty grin slides off, however, when he sees Gabriel’s face: ashen and clammy with sweat. The commander is dressed in an undershirt and lose sleep shorts, and while Jesse in general appreciates the view, the way Gabriel is hunched over in exhaustion – or pain – sours the picture somewhat.

“No way,” he breathes, watching as Gabriel’s face goes darker, his full lips thinning into a strict frown.

“Go away. I’m on sick leave,” the commander croaks, but when he turns away and makes his way back to his messy bed, he does not close the door again. Jesse takes him up on the offer and slips inside, looking around the room. The air is stale and the lighting bad – courtesy to the shutters being mostly down and the sole window closed.

While Gabriel lets himself flop back onto the bed, Jesse pushes the window open to get some cool, fresh air inside. Gabriel does not comment, merely curls his knees up towards his chest and presses his face into the pillow.

Jesse stands there undecided, arms hanging at his sides, staring at Gabriel a bit helplessly. He feels like he must be looking like a puppy but the sight of his boss being anything but an in-charge bastard is leaving him decidedly off-kilter.

“How you doin’?” he finally makes himself ask, standing there awkwardly, feeling a lot younger and lankier again as he watches Gabriel’s curled up form on the bed.

Gabriel just grunts and turns his head minimally, one dark eye staring at him long and hard. Jesse huffs and takes it, shrugging as he ambles closer.

“Just wanted to make smalltalk,” he mumbles, and Gabriel answers with a rough, deep voice: “Don’t.”

Jesse sits on the edge of the bed, starting to push off his shoes, and socks – and then peeling himself out of the rest of his clothes. Gabriel asking long suffering: “What the fuck are you doing now?”

“Getting comfortable.”

When he’s naked, dick swinging comfortably in the breeze, he crawls behind Gabriel, plastering himself to his back.

“You reek,” the commander comments.

“Just came back from a mission, boss,” he answers mildly, his big arms slowly starting to unfold the small ball Gabriel had curled himself into. Gabriel growls but he does not protest; either because he’s too weak or because he wants to cuddle just as much as Jesse does but doesn’t want to admit it.

Gabriel squirms and Jesse lets him twist his upper body around, face mashing into the humid mess of Jesse’s unkempt beard. He’s not had a chance to trim it in the two weeks out, and it shows.

“Thought I reek,” he croons, hands sliding from Gabriel’s pecs down. He can feel the tight ridges of his abs through the thin fabric of the undershirt he is wearing. Gabriel does not elect to answer, and Jesse doesn’t push him on it; rather, he pushes his hips snug against his commander’s plush ass, cock already taking interest.

“Really?” Gabriel slurs against the warm skin of his neck. “You gettin’ hot for a sick man?”

“Gettin’ hot for everythin’, boss,” Jesse answers easily, and drawls over Gabriel’s derisive snort: “But ‘specially for that nice ass o’ yours… Damn. Been lovin’ it since the first time I seen it.”

Gabriel twists back around at that, his cheeks sporting a lot more color now which is certainly heartening to Jesse who grinds forward, letting Gabriel feel the thick line of his cock as he hooks his chin over his commander’s shoulder and murmurs low and filthy: “Always loved your fat ass…”

He grabs at one thick cheek, digging his fingers in deep, and Gabriel – Gabriel yelps, one hand shooting down to clench on Jesse’s wrist.

“Uh?”

“D-Don’t, I… ah…” He peters out, and Jesse lifts his head, peering into his boss’ face which is all anew wet with sweat, though instead of pale he is decidedly red, eyes glassy as he glances first at Jesse’s face, then back in front of him. “The spoiled food really doesn’t… sit well.”

Jesse squints at him and mulls his words over while still rocking his hips, slowly fucking along Gabriel’s clothed asscrack.

“You got gas?” he finally surmises and Gabriel’s face hardens with annoyance, cheeks darkening as his flush grows fiercer. “Yes, if you want to know so badly,” he hisses, agitated.

They both fall quiet again. Jesse squirms, face feeling hot under his scruff, cock wetting against Gabriel’s tailbone until he feels it due to the tacky fabric against his skin and asks, exasperatedly: “What??”

“…Can I still fuck you? It’s kinda hot.”

Gabriel becomes very still at that, and Jesse keeps gently fucking between his cheeks, staring down to watch it happen – and to not have to look at Gabriel’s no-doubt shocked, disgusted face.

“You’re a freak,” Gabriel finally chokes out, voice a bit high with embarrassment or humiliation – but he does not fight Jesse when he slowly starts tugging his shorts down beneath the swell of his ass.

.o.

“Slow, s-slow,” Gabriel whimpers, body strung so very tight, his hand curled around Jesse’s wrist again, holding on for dear life. Jesse, dutifully, keeps it slow, sweat prickling at his temples as he feels how feverishly hot Gabriel is inside, tight enough to hurt due to him trying so very hard to keep everything… ah… contained…

“‘M trying, jefe,” he whines, “but you need t’ relax a bit… fuck…”

He’s got his other arm curled beneath Gabriel, hand on his lower belly – ostensibly to soothe him and keep him close, but the matter of fact is that he can feel how tight his poor belly was and how the air was moving through his guts, and… and that makes Jesse so very hot.

Hot enough that his cock was flexing within the tight death grip of Gabriel’s body, balls tight enough they goddamn hurt.

“Relax,” he whispers again, “nobody here to judge. If it happens it… it just happens, alright?”

God, but he wants it to happen. Wants Gabriel to… to-

Gabriel whimpers – Goddamn WHIMPERS – and relaxes, and Jesse can’t hear it, but he can feel it – that release of hair slipping by his cock warm and silky and making him jerk forward mindlessly, trying to stuff Gabriel of more dick while his boss has frozen completely in utter mortification.

“Oh fuck… Oh shit… jefe,” Jesse groans, hips jerking forward, body pressing hard and insistent against Gabriel’s back until he’s almost pushed him onto his belly; almost lying on his back and dicking him deep by sheer force of gravity – and of course Gabriel can’t hold on like that.

He tries to, tries to oh-so-hard, grunting with a desperate, tight voice: “Jesse! Jesse, n-no stay – stay still!” but the rutting motions are forcing more air out of him, Jesse’s cock fat and so very substantial; holding him open and not letting him be decent as he dicks him like he’s trying to churn the air inside his guts.

It’s not quiet like this; not when Jesse is throwing caution to the wind and ignoring Gabriel’s cracking voice begging him to stay still, to go slower – he can’t, not when every motion is accompanied by the obscene sound of Gabriel farting on his cock.

“Fuck, boss… f-fuck… so good…” His voice has gone high and whiney. He can’t help it. His ears are burning hot and embarrassed, listening to the sounds he is forcing from his commander’s body, feeling the bubbling air escape next to his cock, and perversely warming his balls.

Gabriel is whimpering, hiding his face in the pillow, body gone lax now that everything is lost. He does not protest Jesse’s hand anymore, grabbing at his ass cheek and pulling it to the side, making the sounds being fucked out of him louder and more prominent – and he does not fight the hand on his belly, gently pressing down, massaging the unwanted air out of his guts.

His cock is… humiliatingly hard, trapped in his shorts, wetting through the fabric as Jesse fills him up to the very brim, his fat cock pressing into all those needy, itching spots that have been begging for a scratch since the kid went out on the mission and took his stupid dick with him.

Jesse sounds like he’s about to bust a vessel behind him, which is… reassuring, somehow. How deeply, unapologetically Jesse is into getting his dick farted on; like he relishes in the humiliation, and, knowing Jesse, he probably does.

He’d probably love it if Gabriel were to slap his dick around; stepped on his balls; told him how bad he was using it. Let him fuck him and be bored about it. Fart on it.

Hell, Jesse has probably already been fantasizing about something like it. Probably put Gabriel in some stupid dominatrix lingerie.

These thoughts make it a bit more bearable. Not like he’s putting his future career completely into Jesse’s huge, nimble hands.

Jesse, meanwhile, is biting at the back of his neck. He’s chuffing like and engine, slurred words of endearment muffled against the wet skin he’s been so liberally drooling against.

“Ye’re the best, jefe. The best. Fuck. Th-Thank you.”

Gabriel closes his eyes, his ears burning, hearing and feeling the relief of finally being able to empty his tight belly of all the excess air. He already feels better. A lot.

“Thank you,” he whispers back, but he’s pretty sure Jesse doesn’t hear him; not when he’s close to coming, cock flexing inside Gabriel, pressing into squishy, hot walls, his mouth wet and hot as he puts it against Gabriel’s ear and mumbles quick and hot: “Can ye fart my cum back out? On my dick?”

Gabriel whines, turns his head away from the scruffy, sloppy kiss Jesse is pressing against his ears and neck – and nods.

2nd Ko-Fi Fic Prompt :)

heed the tags. continuation of this, this and this

@mujaween asked for a time skip to pregnant Hanzo and Genji staking his claim after woofCree has been continually bad behaved.

Genji loves to see his puppy happy. Before Jesse, Hanzo had been very reserved, saving up all emotional outbursts for the times Genji coaxed him into his bed and fucked him deep.

Now, it is a lot easier for Hanzo to show his love. The beginning had been admittedly rocky, but Genji supposes Jesse is too lovable to be mean to for an extended period of time. Or maybe Hanzo just loves his cock that much – which… is not too hard to believe.

And really, it is not exactly Hanzo’s behavior that has led to the current situation, and more how insufferably smug Jesse had become as a result of it.

It feels like the mutt is angling for Genji to see how affectionate Hanzo is towards him; like he makes sure they’re always in the same room as their owner so Genji can witness how Hanzo rolls on his back and shows off his by now huge belly, his sleek, pretty cock flushed a deep, urgent pink and smearing pre-cum against the underside of the swollen tummy.

His pup – his perfect puppy with its perfect pedigree – is simply too pretty not to look at, and sooner or later Jesse will catch his eyes while servicing his pregnant bitch; either while suckling with lewd slurping sounds at the swollen tits, getting sweet, watery milk everywhere until an attendant has to clean his now well-groomed beard, or while fucking Hanzo slow and careful, spearing him so very easily now on his big, ruddy doggy cock.

Jesse is cocky, an absolute Alpha despite his docile disposition, and quite frankly it bugs Genji.

Enough so, that they are at this point: Jesse collared and tethered to the wall of the little garden inside Genji’s villa, watching with an upset expression as Genji slowly feels over his highly pregnant bitch.

Hanzo’s tail is wagging carefully, his ears lowered not aggressively but cautiosly as he stands still and lets his owner feel along the swell of his belly until a few of the pups kick enough for him to feel against his palm.

“You’re a good bitch,” Genji murmurs against his ear, the soft fur tickling as it flicks against his cheek.

Hanzo’s usual attire consisting of see-through veils and dainty jewelry has been adjusted to his new dimensions, and while the dainty chains draped across his belly and along his back certainly are eye-catching, Genji can’t wait to when he can pierce his tits anew.

His nipples are big and swollen, standing readily at attention when Genji cups his plush chest, and Hanzo squirms immediately,tongue peeking out against his bottom lip already as he pants.

His cunt, too, is ready for Genji’s questing fingers, the usually tight rim swollen and opening laughably easy as he slowly rounds the muscle, courtesy of Jesse’s relentless horniness for his bitch.

The mutt is unhappy with the situation, especially when he can smell Hanzo’s mounting need, and the rattling of the chain holding him bound is like music to Genji’s ears.

“He’s mine, you know,” he tells Jesse, though he is unsure how much the street dog even understands human speech. Hanzo is quite proficient, though it has been a long time since Genji has heard him speak last – as if his ability is atrophying the longer he spends time with his stud.

After all, there is not much need to talk when he is getting dicked – or, indeed, has his mouth full with Jesse’s cock, a trick he’s learned just a couple weeks earlier.

“Big brother,” Genji murmurs, face nuzzling into the soft, thick fur of his bitch. He’s missed him, quite frankly. It has been a long few months holding himself back in favor of ensuring Hanzo taking the mutt’s seed quick and uncomplicated; watching the smug bastard mounting the finely pedigreed pup that’s so far out of his league.

Maybe he should have given in to his urges earlier.

Hanzo is mewling for him, simpering and lifting his tail to the side helpfully; seemingly just as eager as his master – sweet and ready for the dicking as he begs for cock… and though Genji quite likes the thought of Hanzo having missed his master’s dick, he is under no illusion that it is him specifically that his bitch is thirsting for.

It is like having given Jesse the opportunity to mount and breed Hanzo, Genji has opened up a floodgate in his prissy puppy, showing him just how nice different cocks could be, and where just a few months ago Hanzo wouldn’t have given anybody else the time of day, Genji is almost sure that now he would present to just about anybody…

Though there is a certain kind of loving quality to how Hanzo preens for him, trying to twist around and begging for little kisses as he waits eagerly for Genji to mount up – all the while Jesse is restless, tugging at his bounds and staring holes into Genji as he makes as if to mount up before changing his mind and carefully directing his pup to lie on his side.

It is easier like this to get at everything his gorgeous puppy has to offer, Hanzo panting and wagging his tail harder as Genji helps him lift his upper leg and put it across his owner’s shoulder as Genji straddles the other thigh.

It is almost pathetically easy to push into Hanzo at this point, and while Genji thinks it might have something to do with the fact that Hanzo is due to birth his pups in roughly two weeks, his body already preparing for the coming stretch, he also knows that it is in large part attributed to Jesse’s greedy fucking and his patience in training his bitch for his cock.

Genji can’t say that he hates it. Hanzo is already flush, sensitive and needy just from his owner gently pushing in and enjoying the soft, suckling insides immediately closing around his cock and cushioning him lovingly.

“Big brother,” Genji murmurs, leaning forward and forcing Hanzo’s leg with him until the pup’s huge belly is in the way. Like this, he can just about reach Hanzo’s tits, tongue stretching to lap at the swollen nipples while his hips stutter, trying to find a pleasing rhythm when all he wants is to fuck Hanzo rough and deep and make him howl.

“G…”

He glances up at the sound. Hanzo is flushed, eyes glassy as he watches Jesse sit, his big ruddy dog cock swollen and obscene between his hairy thighs, his big shaggy tail wagging almost reluctantly as he watches his bitch get mounted by another.

“Genji,” Hanzo sighs, pawing inexpertly at his owner’s shoulders until he can get a grip on him, holding on hard as he gets gently fucked, the sound of it loud and obscene in the relative quiet of the little garden.

Genji can smell the sweet scent of Hanzo’s milk, tasting a faint tang whenever he swipes his tongue across the puffy teat until he just has to taste.

He lets Hanzo’s thigh – rounder and softer with pregnancy than it had ever been – slide into the crook of his arm, giving himself more room to stretch up farther, his slim belly pressed snug against Hanzo’s large, warm tummy. He almost feels like he can feel the pups wriggling against him as he seals his mouth around the fat nipple and starts to nurse.

Hanzo whimpers above him, his insides rippling along his owner’s cock, his tail thumping against the soft, springy grass he has laid him out on. Whenever Genji swallows it is accompanied with wet little sounds, his cock flexing and hips humping helplessly as he finally, finally has his puppy once again where he needs him. He shouldn’t have waited as long as he has in the first place.

Distantly, he can hear Jesse whine pitifully, sitting and watching with a heartbroken expression as his bitch gets fucked, though his cock is still dripping and bouncing occasionally as it flexes eagerly.

Genji grunts when he finally comes, grinding in deep, forehead pressed against Hanzo’s chest and lips messy with watery milk. It takes him until he finally sits up, watching his sated pup lie there spent and satisfied, that he realizes Hanzo had also come sometime through his mounting, the underside of his belly sticky with cum.

Genji smirks, stroking a gentle hand across the enormous, taut belly, then gets up on wobbly legs.

What happens then feels surreal; like it is happening in a dream. He only realizes actively what he is doing when he’s already in the middle of it, eyes trained on Jesse’s flushed face, seeing the slow, almost reluctant wag of his tail as he stands above his bitch and pisses on him.

Hanzo freezes, ears flattening against his head, looking for the first time forever indignant and shocked as Genji’s hot piss first hits his chest, cleaning away the last sticky remnants of milk, then directing the stream across his large belly.

Genji feels almost ashamed for how hot the action makes him; the lord putting himself on a level with the beasts, but seeing Jesse’s face as he ends with pissing on Hanzo’s softened, pink cock, he thinks it is well worth it.