Something I’ve been working on for a long time, little by little. Made a bunch of leg variations, a ton of horns (because I can’t make decisions) and color palettes, so here’s only a part of it all. I’ll try to do a “fauni” version too, as I want to illustrate a certain concept I have for it.
“Your scent is driving me crazy, darlin’.” Heat clung to the air like humidity, making it heavy and filling his lungs until it was hard to breathe. Jesse’s mind raced as he tried to form words while his alpha brain could only focus on the smell of omegan need. A ripe omega ready to be bred, though Hanzo hardly looked the part.
He looked content and composed, while he sat quietly reading. “Please, Sugar, you’re killing me, just … just gimme some sugar.”
Hanzo let out a small chuckle as he flipped a page, “You sound ridiculous.”
Jesse paused as he tried to think around the pheromones overwhelming his senses. “Ah, shit … I meant- Sugar gimme some…,” McCree groaned as Hanzo thoughtlessly ran a hand over his neck, simulating his glan and releasing a new wave of heat scent. “Please, Hanzo, babe, I’m dying here. Whatever you want. I’ll do whatever you want, just let me taste you.” His pleading was cut off but the loud snap of Hanzo shutting the book.
“Whatever I want?”
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This was worse. If the heat scent before made it hard to breathe, this new round of scent was drowning him.
Mate. Knot. Breed.
It was a struggle to think around his base alpha needs. But Hanzo the beautiful, clever, (omegaomegaomega) bastard looked as calm as ever. As if he wasn’t filling the room with enough pheromones to bring any alpha to their knees.
As if he wasn’t sitting on McCree’s dick.
McCree tested his restraints again, he knew they won’t give, his own leather belt perfectly suited to keep his hands secured to the headboard, but it helped stop him doing what he really wanted. To thrust up into Hanzo and make him feel it. Make him react.
“Now what do you say, alpha-chan?” Smug asshole.
“Please, Hanzo, babe, sugar, honeysu-” Hanzo tugged on the collar snug around his neck to cut off the rambling, “Use me. However you want.”
“Hm. Good boy.” Hanzo braced himself with his hands flat on Jesse’s chest, lifting up and then slamming back down on his cock.
Fandom: Overwatch Pairing: Young!Genji/Siren!Zenyatta (merzen) Warnings: nsfw, teratophilia, power imbalance (Zen is his pet, though honestly he’s more like Zenyatta’s pet >:)) minor group sex mention, minor voyeurism, heat cycles, frottage, gentle pining/angst, brief doomyatta, moiyatta, and meiyatta if you squint, minor breeding contract negotiations Notes: Zenyatta has human-level sentience in case anyone wants to know, something I’d like to explore if I ever write a sequel!
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