12th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 15th Fill

That concludes this batch!

Zenyatta/Genji/Hanzo – ABO; Sanzang, Omega!Zenyatta; demon, Alpha!Hanzo & Genji; just the tip; impregnation/breeding kink – Zenyatta knows he shouldn’t… but they are so very convincing…

The demons are not trying to hide what they are. They flaunt it, really; showing off their inhumanly sharp teeth when they grin, their long claws gently scratching the delicate nape of Zenyatta’s neck when they curl around him and box him in between their muscular bodies.

It is not the first time that creatures like them have tried to woo him, but it is the first time that they make him… pause and *consider*. They smell thick of Alpha. Almost suffocatingly so. The odor hangs in the air, spicy and weirdly sweet like rotting leafs.

They are persistent and, yes, *charming*, and Zenyatta can’t help it when he starts chuckling at the younger one’s antics or tilts his head and listens when the older one regales him with a tale.

He can’t help how *alluring* they become to him; how his body responds so confusingly easy, the space between his thighs becoming so sensitive and swollen when they touch him; standing so very close and refusing to give him any room to *breathe*…

If only he could fill his lungs with cool night air… maybe it would ease this *yearning*…

They read him like a book. Maybe they can even smell his guilelessly excited body – how it heats up for them so easily, his insides growing warm and creamy when they press in from both sides, purring innocuous little questions at him; touching his hands and his face, sharp claws catching at the neck of his robes and tugging at them to carefully pull them down one shoulder, cautiously watching his reaction-

They play with him. It becomes clear to him when one settles behind him, curling hands around his slim shoulders and guiding him to lean against their chest, while the other starts crawling between his legs.

Zenyatta is not helpless, not by a long shot, but against them he is… vulnerable. Very much so. He feels like there’s a sickness inside him that makes his head fuzzy and his heart skip a beat when the elder demon brushes his robes apart with gentle hands that still let him feel the sharp claws just shy of not-digging into his supple thighs.

The younger one behind him is excited; Zenyatta can feel it even before he can smell the thick musk curling around him: the young demon’s cock is pressing into the small of his back. It is a feverishly hot sensation that makes Zenyatta feel like the sickly warmth is radiating out into his belly and down to his womb, making him *yearn*…

“Gorgeous little saint,” Hanzo purrs, his voice deeper. More feral and less human. He leans up towards Zenyatta, watching his prettily painted eyes while breathing hot against his mouth. “Are you not afraid?”

Zenyatta can sense the change; both in the demon before him as well as the one pressing against his back, holding him calm even as he brims with excitement himself, hips gently fucking against his back now.

When Hanzo leans a bit farther back again, Zenyatta can see his true form for the first time; the slate grey skin with its intricate markings and the ominous, curved fangs. Hanzo smiles at him, his white eyes scrunching up while his hand moves, slipping beneath Zenyatta’s robes and gently pushes his underwear to the side.

He does it like it is an inevitability; like he has a right to what Zenyatta is hiding beneath – and Zenyatta can’t find it in him to put him in his place. His slit is warm and pulsing, feeling more sensitive than it ever has.

He is panting, his nipples feeling so… swollen, pressing against his robe until Genji pulls it, too as far down as possible, until the fine garments are only bunched around his middle, exposing his body to the greedy stares of the demons.

Genji whines and drags trembling hands along Zenyatta’s upper arms, then cups the meager little swell of his chest, pinching his chubby areolas between thumb and forefinger until Zenyatta *arcs* and gasps.

“Brother… please,” Genji whines, but Hanzo shakes his head, slow and patient. The rough pad of his thumb is pressed against Zenyatta’s creamy hole, drawing self-indulgent circles against the quivering, soft muscle.

“You are too rough,” Hanzo murmurs, and Zenyatta *wants* that with a sudden clarity that it hurts. His mouth is hanging open as he stares at the demon – watches him unwind his own garments to show off his big Alpha cock, and Zenyatta wants to be ravaged by it… *destroyed* on it-

The younger demon is nudging at his chin and urging him to turn his head away from his brother. Seconds later, he is kissing him, deep and greedy, biting at Zenyatta’s lips until they feel so sensitive and raw…

He is overwhelmed by the sensation; the unfamiliarity of it. His brother is working itself up into a frenzy, and they have not done much other than kiss and stroke him. They are as gentle as demons can be, he supposes.

He cries out softly when he is breached. Hanzo’s answering chuckle vibrates through him. He wants to buck down instinctively, but he is held in place, his swollen opening so *ready* but only spread on the very tip of the demon’s huge Alpha cock.

“None of that now,” Hanzo purrs towards him. “I need to make sure not to hurt you, after all…”

They are torturing him after all. Zenyatta is panting, hiccuping out little sobs, the sounds unfamiliar as he is usually so very restraint… but it is difficult when they only give him the raw basics of what he needs; letting him taste how it could be to be speared on a sickly hot demon cock but not letting him have it all the way.

Genji is still kissing him; his mouth and cheek and ear, purring something lewd and intimate, and Zenyatta’s mind gets filled with the thought of having their pups; getting big and swollen from their seed after they’ve fed it to his hungry body again and again and again… carrying their offspring and keeping it safe for them until they come back to collect it…

He knows he shouldn’t want it; He knows they’re *defiling* him – but he can’t help but yearn for it.

12th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 3rd Fill

EndHawks – continuation of this and this post – pregnancy kink; impregnation kink; dirty talk; crude; ABO; Alpha!Hawks; Omega!Endeavor – Hawks has all of it orchestrated because he has no shame, and he wants Endeavor on his dick that badly.

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Hawks is without shame. He stares right into Endeavor’s face while he pants and fucks his cock brutally into the tight channel of his fist. He even spreads his legs wider; lifts his hips. Shows off the swell at the base of his dick because he has no manners and thinks that his knot must be a gift to Omega-kind.

Endeavor can’t help but stare at it, one big hand still on the door handle, slowly making it melt against the palm of his hand. He is morbidly fascinated and deeply appalled to realize that the first instinctual reaction of his starved body is to *ache* for it. For that young, virile Alpha dick that is being presented to him shamelessly.

He must have planned this, Endeavor thinks muddily, nostrils flaring when the thick scent of aroused Alpha reaches him and makes his belly clench, his body – as mortifying as it is – *reacting* to the Alpha half his age. He’s announced his arrival. Hawks had known he would come to discuss a team-up, and still he’s decided to sprawl himself out on the expensive looking couch in his office, cock out and the pictures he had been jerking it to in his free hand.

He is staring at Endeavor with his unsettlingly sharp eyes. *Greedy* eyes. Eyes that travel from Endeavor’s face, slack in surprise and indecision, down to his chest where his tight hero uniform is stretched across his wide pectorals in a way that makes the fabric seemingly scream for mercy.

“Fuck,” Hawks finally sighs and his head falls against the backrest of the couch, his Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallows with some difficulty. “You got the best tits and they’re not even milky yet.”

Endeavor jerks on his feet, mildly recoiling before he can get himself back under control. He finally snatches his hand off the now deformed door handle and, with a slightly harried look behind him into the deserted floor, he slams the door shot.

“What on *earth* are you doing, you little twerp?!” he hisses. His face feels hotter than usual, even though his flames have sizzled out long ago.

He stares at the shameless Alpha, his body clenching and yearning for him. He’s got a nice cock, he realizes dully. Not very fat but long and still sturdy looking. Hawks is not the biggest of Alphas, so it was to be expected. Still, he holds himself like someone twice his size. He does not look alarmed in the least by the sudden temperature spike in the room or the huge Omega that looms over him. He grins sloppily, and makes a show out of fucking up into his fist. When Endeavor’s eyes flick down – drawn against his will by the Alpha cock; he does not have to wonder when the last time had been he’s gotten filled up and his needy insides drenched with hot cum; he very well remembers the night he made Rei fill him up with a belly full of Shoto – Hawks’ wrist flicks and he throws the pictures he’s been holding on to on the table.

He watches Endeavor’s reaction, but he barely registers it over the roar in his ears when he sees the badly taken, old polaroids.

They’re all of him; old, slightly shaky pictures that have been taken when he’s been pregnant with Shoto, his belly a gentle bulge beneath his hero costume, and his pecs already swollen and tender looking…

“You’re always so hot, Endeavor-san, but there’s nothing quite like you fat with a pup and practically bursting with milk.”

Endeavor jerks out of the stupor he’s been in. The roar in his ears does not abate. He stares at the pictures, incredulous at the sheer daring of Hawks, then up at the Alpha who is still staring at his body, hungry and lewd.

The flames around his face spring to life and fizzle out just as quickly. His whole body sputters, his Quirk not obeying him as his first instinct – to get on his knees and lap at the fingers of the young Alpha, wet with salty pre-cum – wars with his other impulse to pop Hawks’ head between his large palms like a goddamn grape.

“I want to fill you up, Endeavor-san,” Hawks purrs. His wings are trembling, spread out long and luxurious on both sides of the couch. A few cheeky feathers slide loose to caress along Enji’s cheeks and tickle beneath his chin. “I want to fuck another pup into your belly. I bet your cunt is so nice and loose from all those kids you’ve already had. Super soft and welcoming, yeah? God, I love sloppy Omegas. They really know how to treat a cock right. Know how to get all that cum out, right?”

He’s fucking his fist again. Showing off how virile he is as his usually lilting voice becomes a bit deeper and rougher. Enji’s ears burn. He is pretty sure there is smoke curling from them, just as there is from his nostrils. His insides feel liquid hot with a confusing mixture of hate and anger and… lust.

Hawks’ cock in his fist sounds wet and lewd.

“I wanna get you nice and fat. Wanna suck on your milky tits the whole fucking day. Bet you’re such a slut in bed. You’d beg for Alpha dick, wouldn’t you, Endeavor-san? Get all whiney and desperate for it? Fuck, I want to jerk off on your big belly. Rub my cum into your skin so you stink of freshly bred Omega whore-”

Hawks’ face twists into something like agony as he comes, pumping hot cum over his fist, and Endeavor can’t do anything but stand there, impotent with rage and confusion, and try not to squirm with how shamefully wet he has gotten.

8th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 8th Fill

Hanzo/Doomfist – continuation of the fic from this compilation – faux beastiality; cow people; breeding kink; voyeurism; possessiveness – Hanzo’s and Akande’s life nowadays.

Hanzo’s daily rhythm changes depending on Akande’s moods which gives him no small amount of satisfaction. He is basically the Queen Bee of his herd just by association with the bull and it makes him preen unendingly. The humans have to work around Akande. They are afraid of him and his big muscles and large horns, and Hanzo can’t say that he minds it one bit.

When it is time for everybody to be ushered into the milking barn and strapped into the devices the humans are just out of luck if Akande decided that he wants to mount his cow that morning. They have to wait, standing around the fences, watching with disgruntled faces as Akande dicks his cow into the ground, big cock making lewd squelching sounds as it drags along Hanzo’s sloppy, well-fucked hole.

It had been something Hanzo had to get used to, first; having the humans or even the other cows stand around, watching him cry shrill and breathless as the large bull forced his way inside, but by now the eyes on him are just as much part as the deep, overwhelming intrusion.

Akande, he suspects, makes it a point out of having as much an audience as possible. He likes showing off how virile he is. He also likes showing them what they decidedly can *not* have – like the silky, ever-ready pout of Hanzo’s greedy hole.

After the birth of the twins – long since weaned and taken away to another herd – Akande had been gentler in his mounting. He’d moved slower, more leisurely; almost soft enough for Hanzo to keep lipping at the juicy grass. He’d also spent some time afterwards cleaning his swollen, lose hole; tongue soft and intrusive as it lapped at whatever dribbled back out.

Now, though, he is more than ready to get Hanzo fat and heavy with his calves once more.

It shows in how frequently he wants to mount him; nosing beneath Hanzo’s tail practically moments after sliding off with a lewd squelch, and Hanzo bearing down with an exhausted groan, a veritable deluge of cum sliding silkily and sticky out of him.

Hanzo has to start denying him, body sore, kicking at the huge bull or jerking around and nipping at him so he lets him rest for just a bit longer.

His hole becomes tender enough that he has to constantly lift his tail to the side since even the slightest pressure is starting to become unbearable…

Akande keeps staying mounted up longer, making sure to plug Hanzo up as long as possible while mouthing along his shoulders and lovingly nipping at his ears to keep him docile beneath him.

Hanzo is walking funny because of it; angling his thighs farther apart, cock just as chafed from his bull’s amorous attention as his hole is lose from the constant deep fucking by his massive cock.

Genji is gloating at him – the other members of the herd as well, if he is being honest – but he can’t quite bring himself to putting them back into their place; not when he can barely get a bit of sleep and grazing in until Akande is on him again, plying him with his wide, slippery tongue dabbing softly at his inflamed hole.

They know instinctively when the breeding takes long before Hanzo actually shows.

He supposes the humans are happy about it. Maybe that’s why they just stood around watching Hanzo get exhausted by his bull. He produces more milk when he’s fat with a calf, and it is creamier, too.

At least Akande returns to his more gentle self afterwards; Hanzo can suffer the indignity of being nothing but a breeding hole if it means he once more gets to lord his standing above the other cows afterwards.

What if Mercy asked Roadhog to knock her up? She graduated medical school super young and worked through the omnic war, I dont imagine she got much time for self exploration, let alone time to meet someone and start thinking about kids. So maybe one days she’s like, fuck it, why am I waiting? And walks up to the biggest dicks she can find to give her the biggest, healthiest babies. No strings attached, of course lol

impregnation kink is so good. I bet she wouldn’t even ask him :’ ) he doesn’t wear condoms anyway, he wouldn’t give a shit about knocking someone up

I had a good good exchange with @benevolentcannibal where she drew me a cute new profile pic and I wrote her a McGenji fic! She wanted naga McCree bullying nomad Genji into fucking him and that’s what she got ❤ sprinkled in some good good impregnation kink as well.

By the time Genji had heard the soft, melodic rattling, it had already been too late.

While usually he is proud of his own reflexes and his vast knowledge of the desert, there is nothing that could have saved him from his own utter exhaustion and his naive hope that just this once the desert would be benign enough to let him get away with a small camp and his back to a large rock.

The rattlesnake naga is huge; bigger than any he’s ever seen, and his thickly muscled tail is still toasty warm from the light of the sun that has not quite slipped over the horizon just yet.

He is also good at what he’s doing; clamping Genji’s arms easily to his sides with the bone crushingly heavy tail he’s wrapped around him while rough fingers patiently pat him down and slip all those little deceiving knives out of his pockets and secret places.

Genji’s belly feels tight, mouth gaping in stunned disbelief beneath the cloth covering it as he watches his stashes getting thrown into a little pile just out of reach.

“You are quite thoroughly armed,” the naga purrs. He has a deep voice that seems to rumble even through his tail, and Genji wonders how that works out for him; whether he uses it to attract other naga people like him; makes them follow the vibrations through the sand into their certain doom.

Maybe that’s the reason why he’s gotten so big – he has a natural advantage that lets him laze around and collect fat.

“And you are quite thorough in your search,” he sighs. He feels despondent in light of these new events, his headache pulsing behind his eyeballs and limbs too weak for the overwhelming grip of the thick tail wrapped around him from shoulders to ankles. He is quite sure that it would not take the naga any effort at all to crush him into a paste.

He’d never thought he’d die like this. It does not frighten him as much as he thought it would, but still he feels jittery and nervous, chest growing cold with the knowledge of his certain doom.

“Don’t be like that,” the naga murmurs. The tip of his tail comes up, the rattle pressing beneath Genji’s chin until his head is tipped up. It is a little difficult to tell with the weird twilight they have and his tinted glasses, but from what Genji can see, the naga is not only huge, he is massive. His tail is so long; lapping around itself in thick, muscled loops; wrapped around Genji with still enough length left to easily let the agile tip pat good-naturedly at his cheeks.

“Be like what?” Genji answers a bit clipped. He tries to twist around and look at the naga properly, but there is not much room to play for him, wrapped up like he is. When the naga realizes he is trying to get a look, he helpfully moves from behind him.

“You act like prey… don’t be afraid,” he tells him with a syrupy slow drawl, but Genji is distracted from the words for a moment, staring at him speechlessly… and maybe a little needy because it’s been a while since Genji has been in good company, and the naga is… delicious.

He is thick and hairy, as big as the rest of his massive sand colored tail suggests, and when Genji can only stare in stunned silence he seems to take it as the almost shocked lust it is and goddamn preens, teeth glinting white in the mess of his thick beard.

Genji hears the rattle of his tail click gently next to his ear, like the coquettish cluck of a tongue and then feels it worm its way gently beneath his helmet, looking for a way to push it up and away. While the naga works, he finds his words again, voice a bit faint as he rasps: “I am prey… shouldn’t I act like it?”

The naga hums low and drawn out, scratching through the beard along his jaw thoughtfully while his tail is still working slow and patient, the scales warm whenever they brush Genji’s strong jaw. He starts to suspect the naga is playing with him more than anything else.

“Who said you are?”

Genji stares at him, and it is then that the tail finally shoves his helmet off of his head. He doesn’t hear it hit the rock behind him or the thump of it falling into the sand. He figures the naga has caught it somewhere in the endless loops of his massive tail.

Genji starts wondering how he could have ever snuck up on him. He has to be visible from miles away.

“You are going to break all my bones and then eat me,” Genji finally murmurs when his brain picks up again. He wants to sound more snide about it, but he is exhausted and tired – and he can’t stop staring at the naga’s wide shoulders and strong, hairy chest. It almost seems… scandalous, somehow, that he should be this hairy. Brutish and sophisticated looking at the same time.

The naga makes a sound like purring as he sways closer until Genji can smell him: warm and dry like the desert he inhabits.

“Gorgeous,” the creature coos, the deep purring clicks of his voice accompanied by the dry clicks of his tail whose tip is wagging back and forth in an almost canine-like fashion. At the very least, he seems to be in a good mood, though Genji couldn’t say whether that’s a good prospect for his own well-being.

“What’s your name?”

The naga is close enough that Genji can make out the deep black of his slitted pupils within the dark brown of his irises. When he reaches for his face, Genji almost flinches back before he can make himself stay still and face his doom. All that happens, however, is that the creature cards his thick, blunt fingers through his hair and smiles wider. Close like this, Genji can see the little gaps in the upper row of teeth where he’s folded his sharp fangs back.

They’re minuscule; just big enough to let the needle sharp teeth snap into place, yet the sight makes Genji shudder, belly aching.

“Genji,” he asks with a rasp. He does not see a reason to deny his captor his name; anything else just seems petty, and while Genji isn’t very mature to begin with – as Hanzo is fond of reminding him whenever he sneaks back into the palace – he prides himself on not being a bad loser at the very least.

The naga hums. He is still so very close, his scaly, thick hips swaying and twisting gently as if in a dance.

“Genji…” he says slowly, his voice dropping a little deeper still; seemingly pure bass that rumbles through Genji and has him gasp despite his fear, nipples going hard and sensitive. The naga’s eyes crinkle at the corners. He braces himself with both hands against the large rock at Genji’s back, thickly muscled arms bracketing his head. “I like the sound of your name… It sounds nice. Gen-ji…”

He draws it out, his warm breath puffing across Genji’s face. Close like this, he can’t see the naga’s mouth anymore, but he still thinks about those little gaps in the row of his teeth. Wonders how it would feel if he slipped his tongue behind them and touched those very deadly fangs…

“My name is Jesse.”

Jesse does not seem to think much of personal space. Genji can still feel him gently swaying – dancing – for him, and his face is doing the same; just a smooth little left and right motion that is soothing him and making his belly unclench from the tight, frightful fist it has balled itself into.

“Jesse…” he breathes, and the naga hums again, tilts his head and gently rubs his cheek against Genji’s.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Genji. It’s not in my nature to crush my prey, I’ll have you know. But I found it keeps more still if I give it less opportunity to… squirm.”

Genji has trouble keeping up. He feels dazed and a bit feverish; as if Jesse’s already bitten him. Or maybe it is his massive, muscled tail that’s wrapped so very thoroughly and securely around him and still radiates the heat of the desert as it quickly starts to cool around them.

“Then you like to play with your prey?” Genji murmurs back against the naga’s ear. Jesse has wild long hair that’s tickling his nose and cheek.

Jesse chuckles and Genji closes his eyes, willing his cock to stop being so very interested in his impending doom. It presses against the tough muscle of the tail and he wonders just how sensitive naga’s tails are; just how well Jesse can feel what is happening on every inch of his massive body.

When Jesse makes that purring noise once more, his tail rippling around Genji, he thinks he’s gotten his answer to that one.

“I do like to play,” Jesse condedes, dry lips dragging along Genji’s scruffy jaw, his warm, forked tongue slipping out to tickle at his chin. “But you are a special kind of prey… The kind that I am not going to kill and eat.”

Genji shudders and he can’t help it that his hips shift forward, pressing his cock against the warm, living restraints, little stars exploding behind his eyelids. When did he close his eyes?

Jesse is massive and warm and everywhere around him, filling his aching head with that warm, deep voice of his and supporting his tired body in its entirety.

“And I’m supposed to believe that?”

The tail shifts a bit and before Genji can figure out which part of him has been laid bare, Jesse is already grabbing for his wrist and pulling his arm out a bit.

“Feel for yourself,” he purrs, pressing Genji’s palm against the solid bump of his belly. At first all Genji can feel is warm skin and thick, coarse hair until the naga mutters: “I already ate, right?”

It is true; Genji can feel how very full he is. The knowledge makes him squirmy and needy, his own voice dipping low and becoming rough with need as he asks: “So what is it you want?”

Jesse makes his curious little dance again before he shifts Genji’s hand; lets it slide down the nicely full belly until Genji feels the silky warm beginning of his scales, and then still a little deeper – until Genji’s fingertips bump against a silky soft… mound that opens up like a pretty slit, the insides wet to the point of being slimy.

Jesse’s eyes flutter closed and his mouth drops open as he leans his forehead against Genji’s. Genji wishes he could look down at what he is touching, but, being so very well versed in all things cunt he thinks he can deduce well enough.

“Oh?” he whispers, breath a little puff of hot air against Jesse’s face. He tries to squirm his arm farther out, give himself more room to work with, and Jesse’s tail accommodates him.

There’s a little wriggling thing right at the apex of the naga’s slit. At first Genji thinks it has to be some sort of clit, thumb gently brushing it and rounding it until Jesse is whining long and deep like one of those rare male sirens from the sea; but the little wriggling thing grows longer, slips out of the naga’s body, joined by a twin, curling shyly around Genji’s wrist, the skin hot and silky and slippery.

They’re his cocks he thinks almost hysterically. His cocks that are seemingly just as agile as his goddamn tail because they tug his hand to slip even lower; feel up his slimy slit until his fingers suddenly dip into a velvety hole.

Genji’s mouth drops open in a stupid little ‘o’ of surprise, his fingers working on muscle memory alone as he stupidly, brazenly simply starts fingerfucking the naga.

Jesse grunts and lets his head fall back. His mouth is open and Genji can see the bone white glint of his fangs folded against the roof of his mouth.

“That what you want?” Genji rasps and Jesse’s lower body undulates in his little dance. He fucks himself against Genji’s fingers.

“‘M ready for young,” Jesse purrs, his dark eyes looking as glassy and feverish as Genji feels. “Want you to put some eggs inside me. Want some pretty youngs from you…”

His hands are slipping amorously through Genji’s hair, pulling his head forward and cradling it against his wide, strong chest while his lower body keeps undulating, his twin cocks slipping against Genji’s forearm.Genji does his best in the restricted range he has to fuck him on his fingers, spreading them wide to feel the slimy warm walls squeeze down on him.

The tip of Jesse’s tail rattles out a funny little beat as if he remembers every few seconds that he has it, and Genji can’t help but mouth at a nipple that’s right there.

The naga’s fingers spasm against his scalp, then tighten just this side of painful and pull him back. Jesse’s pupils have expanded; he almost looks drugged up as he leans down, trembling hands clumsily pulling at Genji’s clothes.

“Why don’t you let me go?” Genji murmurs, “I could do all of that work…”

But Jesse don’t wants to hear any of it. In fact, he hisses at Genji, his massive tail tightening to the point of pain for a second before loosening up again. In his greed for cock he becomes more feral, and Genji realizes with a trickle of shame that the danger does not keep his dick from leaping into Jesse’s warm, dry palm when he finally manages to rip the last bit of fabric to the side.

“Good,” he purrs, voice so deep it does not sound human anymore. For a moment it looks like he wants to swoop down; get to know Genji’s dick on a personal level – but then he doesn’t. Instead, the sheer endless loops of his tail shift and slither, rearranging him around Genji while Genji marvels at just how intelligent the naga is; how he’s adapted multiple hunting strategies from other species – from the squeezing to the hypnotizing dance to his intelligent speech – and seems to lose all of it when that primal imperative of breeding kicks in.

When Jesse shifts closer this time, Genji’s belly has been freed from one heavy curl of tail to give the naga better reach of his cock.

He seems clumsy in his greed, hugging Genji’s head to his chest with both arms, rubbing his cheek against the top of his head, but when he finally lets himself sink down, he’s managed to line the slippery gape of his cloaca up perfectly with Genji’s bobbing, needy dick.

“Gonna have some pretty babies from you,” Jesse purrs, a bit dream like. His hips don’t move much – but his insides do. They screw down on Genji’s cock until it’s on the razor sharp edge to pain, and start to ripple and squirm; trying to milk him with single-minded neediness.

“Gonna use your cum and put it into some nice big eggs. Nice big eggs for nice, strong babes.”

Jesse’s tongue slithers out, tickling the shell of Genji’s ear. He is helplessly pinned to the spot. All he can do is feel and receive, and the naga’s words are doing something fucked up with his head; make him think about how much he loves to be used like this; like nothing more than a toy fit to put some eggs into this powerful creature’s belly.

He squeezes his eyes shut, thinking about how in a few months Jesse would be writhing in the hot sand, grunting as he presses out one big, full egg after the other from the silky little fuck hole that he’s stuffing full of Genji’s dick right now.

Maybe it is some primal part in Genji that is preening at the thought of such a strong mate. Maybe it is the fact that there are tears of overstimulation prickling at the corners of his eyes from the harsh grip Jesse’s strong inner muscles have on his cock – but he does not fight the forced coupling.

The naga is… well. He is probably as gentle as he can be. He keeps petting Genji’s hair, purring and rattling the tip of his tail, but it is clear that for all that he’s been enamored with Genji earlier, in his mind he’s been reduced to little more than a nice big dick and a good partner for his clutch.

His twin cocks are rubbing against Genji’s belly. They’ve somehow managed to slip beneath the fabric of his protective armor and are dragging along his skin, slippery, slimy, hot in a way that makes him feel like he is going to be feeling the phantom touch of the naga’s cocks for years to come.

“Give me your cum,” Jesse croons, his thick hips starting to jerk just a bit, fucking his cloaca along Genji’s cock, and Genji suspects he is either about to come – or is already doing so; thick, viscous liquid squirting against him as Jesse grunts and his inner muscles work. “Come on, come on… fill me up nice. Make me some strong babes…”

His big hands are pawing restlessly at Genji; feeling him up and petting him everywhere he can reach. He is not sure if it is an accident or whether the naga has knowledge of this, too, but suddenly his big, warm hand curls around Genji’s testicles and tugs just so – and Genji comes, stars exploding behind his eyelids and mouth open wide against the side of Jesse’s neck. Maybe he bites him, he honestly can’t tell; but he can feel Jesse surge against him anew, his cloaca squeezing and milking like the eager little mouth of a calf on it’s mother’s teat, and it is all too much too hard too good.

.o.

When Genji awakes come morning, he has to lie there for a moment longer, blinking blearily into the slowly brightening sky and wondering why his whole body aches.

The knowledge comes back sudden and full and he jerks upright, looking around in a white hot panic – but the huge rattlesnake naga is nowhere to be found.

He’d be inclined to think it was all just a fever dream, but the soreness of his pelvis speaks of another story altogether.

Genji wonders if the naga got his wish and will have pretty, strong babes.

2nd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 5th Fill

McHanzo – service top McCree; Breeding kink, Pregnancy kink – Hanzo wants to get pregnant and Jesse is just happy to help

I’ve left it mostly open to whether it is an ABO verse or something else. you can let your imagination run wild 😛

The muscle of Jesse’s bicep is jumping as he braces himself against the bed with one arm, eyebrows furrowed in concentration to keep himself up and not smother Hanzo while simultaneously curling his other arm carefully around his hips, mechanical hand splayed across his lower belly as he carefully tugs him up into his hips – and onto his cock.

Hanzo groans beneath him, already wrecked sounding. He stretches his arms up over his head, the muscles in his back playing as he moves. His fingers slowly curl into the bedding, hips canting back of their own free will, ass cheeks squishing against Jesse’s hip bones as he stretches himself luxuriously beneath him and takes his cock deeper like it is just an afterthought.

Jesse closes his eyes and grits his teeth, swallowing down the first jittery impulse to fuck in deeper. He releases the breath abruptly and looks around until he can spot the firm, triangular pillow which he fishes closer a bit clumsily and carefully navigates underneath Hanzo’s hips.

“‘S good?” he mumbles; he can’t help how his cock is flexing in Hanzo’s slick, warm grip, but Hanzo seems to love it, purring and damn near yawning.

“Yes. It is acceptable.”

Jesse blows out another long breath and lets his head hang forward, the tips of his hair tickling Hanzo’s nape as he starts up a slow, experimental rhythm.

Slow drag out, until he can feel the resistance of Hanzo’s clenching rim against the flare of his tip, then back in; just as slow and just as deep, the hand not bracing him grabbing at one ass cheek to pull him open farther. Let him get in deeper.

The deeper the better, he thinks, body hot at the thought of breeding Hanzo up. Getting his cum deep into his belly right where he needs it to work it over into something new and exciting.

Hanzo groans beneath him, not as sleepy anymore now that he has a cock in his belly that is stretching his rim wide. He shuffles his knees apart helpfully, seemingly come to the same conclusion: the deeper the better.

The sooner his belly would start swelling, tits growing sensitive and a bit plumper. The sooner McCree breeds him up like an animal, the sooner he can fuck him while he is pregnant, those big paws of his doting over his large, swinging belly.

McCree is making almost no sounds as he fucks; his big barrel chest expanding in deep, labored breaths which he expels in a way that’s almost violent sounding as he fucks slow and deep and meticulous, his balls hot and big and full feeling whenever they gently swing against Hanzo’s perineum.

Hanzo closes his eyes and curls his toes. He likes the thought that McCree has paused his service for anybody else in order to collect for him. He likes the thought that McCree probably wants nothing more at the moment than to hold him down and deep dick him in rough, grunting thrusts, but holds himself back in order to give Hanzo what he desires.

Most of all, he likes the thought of McCree pumping him full and his body to start working with his thick cream. It is a wish come true and from the way McCree’s eyes had started glinting, cheeks going ruddy red with an eager flush as he’s told him – practically commanded him – to breed him up, he thinks it might have been one for McCree as well.

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…”

I tried writing A/B/O but I’m still bad at it södflkjasdflajfb practice makes perfect and all that jazz… it’s also not quite what I wanted to write in the first place

~~I wanted there to be a lot more non-con breeding fantasy for Jesse~~

Jesse had just wanted to… he doesn’t know what he had wanted to. Maybe check up on his boss; just make sure everything was alright. Be a nuisance until he got so deeply under Gabriel’s skin that he got wrestled to the ground again and have all of that heavy, fragrant body pressed to his back.

Something like that. He had forgotten about his vague original plan the moment he had set foot into his boss’ rooms and caught sight of him on his bed; naked and sweating and just on the fine edge between looking fucked out and in unimaginable pain.

“Oh fuck,” Jesse murmured against his palm, hand cupping his mouth, feeling the rough bristles of his beard (the one he started to let purposefully go out of bounds because his team mates were constantly teasing him about trying to look like his idol Reyes).

Reyes was half on his side, one leg pulled up to give himself room to work his fingers into his slick hole, but he didn’t look like an Omega that had a damn good time; he looked like a big, rough, battle hardened warrior that was close to breaking down into tears; eyes open but hazy and dull; belly fluttering in the quick, pumping breaths of an animal in pain.

“Boss?” Jesse asks softly, voice rough and cracking. He takes a wobbling step closer.

.o.

Jesse has a nice cock; long and thick with an ample bush for anybody to get lost in if they wanted to nuzzle into it – but still, it was sleek, and when his boss sees it, he throws his head like an agitated stallion, a fine spray of sweat droplets fanning out from the motion.

He grunts – whimpers – but still struggles up onto his knees, angling his ass up into the air; bowing his back until it looked painful. Offering himself up. Presenting.

His hole is a dark, secret space between his cheeks, beckoning Jesse closer until he can’t help but crawl over him, heart pounding in his chest fast enough to make him nauseous.

He’s only been with an Omega once, and they had been out of heat – and Jesse thinks he has to watch out otherwise Reyes will rip his dick off and use it as a toy until he can prowl down an Alpha that can help him the way he wants.

Jesse noses at the nape of Reyes’ neck and receives a harsh growl as reward. He rears back immediately, chastised; cock nudging against the dripping, feverishly hot hole. Sinking into Reyes is like fucking into liquid iron; he almost thinks it must have to hurt; that he should be howling, but all he does is grunt way back in his throat, lifting onto the balls of his feet – really climbing up onto Reyes’ ass to breed him like a dog on the sidewalk-

Breed.

Jesse’s mind stumbles across the word, trips him up enough that he forgets to fuck for a second, until Reyes yowls beneath him, his whole body shivering in the throes of his passion-pain.

Jesse’s brow furrows, his hips going loose and warm; starting up a shallow rhythm that is designed not to leave Reyes’ body for more than a couple inches.

The Omega seems happy with it; almost purrs, stretching, the stone-hard clench of his belly softening ever so slightly beneath Jesse’s pawing, sweating hand.

Breeding. He’s going to breed Reyes. Nevermind that it is not possible; that both of them are on contraception – he’s going to breed his Omega commander up; get him fat with his young so everybody can see.

He’s gonna fuck him deep and good until he can deposit his cream right where it’s needed; where Reyes’ body can start working with it.

He doesn’t word any of those thoughts; head still carefully held to the side, not trying to flirt out a bite again.

He’s helplessly submissive to the Omega, but a Beta can still dream…

New product of the live-write ❤ be aware that it’s shimadacest

Hanzo slips inside Genji’s room like a shadow. Still, the door could not slide shut behind him fast enough for his taste, fingers already hovering impatiently above the keypad to the side, waiting to lock it down from the outside world.

“You look like a criminal, Hanzo. People could think you have something… illicit in mind.”

Genji’s voice was teasing and full of laughter. He could see the tension pulling Hanzo’s shoulders up defensively towards his ears.

“It is not… – you have no sense of propriety.”

“Says the one thirsting for his brother’s body,” Genji replies almost gently, slowly standing up from the edge of the bed. “You could have just knocked. It is not like one brother visiting the other would raise questions.”

“We should not be doing this in the first place, Genji. We should be – what are you wearing?”

Hanzo had finally turned around, dark eyes widening imperceptibly in surprise at the colorful kimono Genji was wearing. The cyborg tilted his head in towards him, spreading his arms from their demure fold in front of him and twirling once obligingly.

“I thought I would make myself pretty for you, brother,” he murmurs, a certain kind of breathlessness already stealing into his filtered voice. He dips his head down, the gesture demure enough even with his visor still on to give Hanzo the feeling of getting glimpsed at from beneath lowered eyelashes. “I missed you. It’s been a… long time.”

He affects calmness beneath his brother’s calculating gaze, yet still, Hanzo can see the small motions of his fingers fiddling with the edge of one long sleeve. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Genji nervous when about to have a tryst.

He is at him in three long strides, one large hand placed in the back of his little brother’s neck, gripping tight and feeling the minimal give of the plating beneath his fingers. The armor felt nice; smooth and surprisingly warm to the touch. Genji is carefully still for a few seconds longer, then reaches up and unlocks his faceplate with a soft hissing of the mechanics.

“I missed you as well, little brother,” Hanzo tells him with a low, sincere voice when they are able to look each other in the eyes. His brows are drawn together in a fierce scowl, the corners of his mouth downturned in a perpetual frown. Hanzo always looks angry – even when divulging his affection, whispering it like it was a shameful secret.

Genji swallows slowly almost laboriously, the click of it loud in the room – drawing Hanzo’s sharp gaze down to his throat.

“It’s been such a long time,” he murmurs, stepping a little closer still until their noses are almost brushing. He reaches for the back of Genji’s head, jerking for a second when he can’t feel the shock of silky, short hair he’s had once upon a time, but covers for it by slowly wrapping the scarf around his fist. “Your body had been… different, the last time.”

Genji’s pupils blow wide, the rigidness melting from his back all of a sudden, and the corners of his eyes crinkling in a little smirk.

“Oh my… your pillow talk still leaves a lot to be desired, though,” he teases, hands lifting to put them with splayed fingers across Hanzo’s chest, one cheekily slipping beneath the cover of his clothes to get at naked skin. “Were you wooing the ladies like this? ‘You’d been prettier a few years ago. Put on a little weight, did you?’”

Hanzo’s face finally softens at that, a vague expression of shame crawling through the twitch in his eyes. He clears his throat, obviously looking for something to say – and getting beat to it by Genji, who pushes him back playfully and takes a seat unabashedly astride his brother’s lap when he comes to sit on the edge of the bed Genji had left earlier.

“You’re hopeless. Just stop talking. I…” He falters, then, bright eyes sliding to the side, teeth gnawing at the synthetic bottom lip. “My body has changed more than you think, Hanzo,” he finally says, voice low and careful, hands slowly sliding up and down his brother’s naked arms after shoving his clothes out of the way; more to calm himself than his brother.

Finally, his eyes slide back towards Hanzo’s face, slyly gazing at him out of the corners. “I could show you… if you want?”

Hanzo’s nostrils flare, strong hands gripping down tighter on his brother’s splayed thighs.

“I would very much like that.”

.o.

There was a hot, splotchy blush on Hanzo’s cheeks and Genji hid his grin behind the back of his hand lest he offend him with his giggling.

He didn’t need to ask his opinion – it was more than clear in the predatory widening of his eyes, the sharp line of his shoulders.

Still, he asked, knees falling apart a little farther, heels digging into the bedding to subtly tilt his hips upward – offering his pretty cunt to his brother’s gaze: “You like it?”

Hanzo was kneeling on the bed, fingers tightening into fists atop his thighs as he stared and obviously held back from touching. His gaze hadn’t left the curious space between his little brother’s thighs since he had reclined and pulled his colorful garments apart, exposing the smooth mound of his crotch.

He’d been almost eerily quiet; sitting and staring as Genji’s fingers had slipped between his thighs, manipulating the thick protective fabric covering him until it had slid up and retreated into his armor.

“It’s very sensitive,” Genji purrs finally when it becomes obvious that Hanzo will not be able to get a word out, fingers tickling across the dark grey mesh making out the lips of his cunt. He breathes a little harder, excitement making his blood boil already. He is nervous and giddy, and he wants Hanzo to say something. To tell him how pretty he thought his little brother’s pussy was. He wanted his brother to like it.

Genji bit his lip, fingers spreading the plump lips, feeling how silky the material felt, the mesh so small it seemed smooth.

Hanzo finally did make a noise at that – a choked kind of groan as his shoulders curled forward. He managed to hunch while kneeling, mouth pinched, eyes fixed where Genji held himself open for his perusal.

Genji was no longer hiding his grin with his hand – he was just pressing it against his mouth now, feeling too hot and wondering why his fans hadn’t kicked on yet.

He thought of years and years back; when they first had started playing with each other in the way their parents had not been anticipating; exploring each other’s bodies; showing the other what felt good.

They had been in much the same position back then; his big brother kneeling between his legs and watching with that same fierce scowl and ruddy red cheeks as Genji had fingered himself with slippery digits, his young cock curving up against his belly sleek and hard, teen body trembling in excitement…

“You’re staring,” Genji murmurs indistinct from behind his hand, yet spreading his fingers wider still, making that sweet little hole stretch under Hanzo’s focused stare.

“You are…” he finally says – chokes – fingers curled tightly into the loose fabric of his wide pants, “your… it’s… glowing.”

Genji feels heat slosh through him like a wave, cheeks pounding with the sudden rush of blood. He almost felt ashamed; belly flipping in on itself, breath stuttering in his lungs.

“Yeah it is,” he rasps, fingers slipping low and dipping in; pulling a little more of his slick out, candy green on his fingertips, glowing like the running lights scattered on his body. “It’s not poisonous,” he says when Hanzo remains silent, staring at the sticky mess stretching wet and glowing between the tips of two fingers.

“It’s also not… the only glowing thing.” He tilts his head, finally taking his hand from his mouth, watching Hanzo’s face carefully as he opens himself up once more for his gaze, gently petting fingertip showing him the shy nub of his clit, just starting to peek out at the top of the folds.

He can’t help the soft whine in the back of his throat – the twitching thrust of his hips up against his own finger, face feeling so hot the longer his brother stares and inspects… he feels almost painfully sensitive, a small pinch to the plump lips already having him gush more slick, bright and obvious against the dark grey backdrop of his armor.

“You’re so sensitive,” Hanzo finally says, deep voice even lower than usual, hands coming up to put on Genji’s knees and rub along the insides of his thighs. He can’t feel him without the stimulation of the sensors tucked just beneath the thickly armored parts, but he tilts into it even so, thumb pressing against the glowing nub of his clit.

“Why don’t you… why don’t you taste, brother?” he whispers, squirming, hips tilting up restlessly into his own mindless fondling. “I made myself pretty for you. You can…” his voice slides lower, coming out throaty and hot. “You can pretend I’m your little sister, nii-chan. You always liked that, didn’t you? Told me what a sweet little cunt I have and how you want to…”

He stops with a strangled groan, back arching palm slamming against the wall behind him and leaving a small indent as his brother suddenly surges forward, mouth open and wet and greedy for his little brother’s slick cunt.

.o.

Hanzo’s beard is messy with his slick, and Genji is fascinated by the sight whenever he pulls back to take a breath, tongue lapping the fluid from his lips. His nose, whenever he pushes back in with vigor, nudges against his clit while his tongue delves in deep, rubbing against the sleek, artificial entrance before encountering spongy, fleshy insides.

He seems fascinated with it; the tip slowly, carefully mapping where cool, metallic mesh leads into softness, his eyes heavy lidded and a little out of focus.

Genji would have made a comment about it – his brother’s far-away, dreamy expression when he got to explore a cunt – but could bring himself to form the actual words. He was too preoccupied with moving in gentle, careful curls of his hips, trying not to break Hanzo’s jaw while heat crawled through his abdomen and settled tingling in the tips of his feet.

He hadn’t even known he could feel something like that. He hadn’t known it could be this way.

An accidental press of sharp teeth against the synthetic mound of his clit has him keen and jerk, hand slapping in front of his mouth, eyes wide as he stares at the ceiling.

“You always liked a little pain,” Hanzo comments idly, fingers sliding into the mess he made, testing the small, easily accommodating entrance and slipping inside. He sounds smug; maybe even haughty. Genji wants to smack him but only curls his fingers around his brother’s ponytail and holds on as he starts to fuck down, spearing himself on the thick digits.

Hanzo shakes his head once with an annoyed growl, but doesn’t seem too concerned with dislodging him. Instead, he places his mouth around Genji’s clit and sucks with a lewd, slick sound that reverberates in Genji’s head, heart beating so hard and fast, it is almost painful.

“I love your pussy, Genji,” he suddenly admits, tongue snaking out to cradle the fat nub, then flick against it so hard, Genji’s knees jerk up instinctively; trying to shield before the sensation gets registered as good. Very good. Yes.

“Such a pretty, little peach you have. I could eat it for hours. So sweet and pretty… I feel like it’s been made just for me.”

Genji stares down, watches his brother’s dark head, the way he placed his cheek against the inside of his thigh, seemingly whispering the sweet nothings directly to his cunt, fingers moving in slow, self-indulgent thrusts, rubbing against synthetic walls and organic ones alike.

Hanzo’s face looked… serene. Genji jerked again.

“M-Maybe it has been?” he whispers, slowly letting go of Hanzo’s hair in favor of stroking over his head in little, feverish passes. “I haven’t played with other men…”

Hanzo groans and tilts forward, pressing small, suckling kisses against the plump lips, suckling the dark grey mesh between his teeth until Genji’s breath hitches and he reaches for his own clit, tapping against the little nub.

“Only played with toys, have you? Didn’t want other men to have what belongs to your brother?” He leans up finally, glowing slick caught in the whiskers of his beard, the sharp point of his chin. His hand swivels, palm cupping his brother’s cunt, fingers stilling deep within him – simply holding on; protective and possessive.

Genji’s mouth falls open, head tilting back in silent submission as he nods slowly – suddenly shy in the face of his brother’s ardor; Hanzo’s eyes practically burning as he crowds above him, a dark silhouette against Genji’s decadent sprawl and the bright colours of his kimono.

“Let me fuck you, little brother,” Hanzo whispers heatedly, mouth hovering above Genji’s, wet, warm breath fanning against scarred cheeks. “I need to feel you on my cock. Such a sweet little peach only for me. Stretch you out so you’re molded perfectly for your brother. Would you like that? Ruined for other men by your own flesh and blood? You’d come to me begging, asking to be plugged up; little nuisance just like all those years ago when you broke one of your favorite toys.”

Genji his breathing in sharp little pants, already nodding along feverishly, belly burning with need as he feels his cunt pulsing, throbbing against his brother’s unrelenting, almost painful grip.

“Nii-chan…” he whispers and Hanzo grins wolfishly, tongue snaking out and licking a broad, messy stripe across Genji’s open, lax mouth.

“Sh sh sh. I’ve got you. Just stay still… show me that gorgeous little snatch. Yes… yes, little brother. Show me where you want my cock.”

Genji has spread his knees once more from their earlier cautious clench, hips tilting up, fingers spreading his cunt for his brother’s perusal after Hanzo had pulled away, working – almost fumbling – at his sash.

It is like earlier, Genji offering and Hanzo taking in, his words still hanging in the air thick and almost ominous.

“Hanzo… Please,” he whispers, voice rough, insides clenching until he feels a new dribble of slick trickle out of him, body working in smooth, eager whirrs as it produces the substance.

“Always been so impatient for cock, little brother,” Hanzo purrs, big fist slowly stroking across the shaft.

“I’m going to bite you,” Genji hisses back, teeth bared even as his knees tilt farther apart, hips shimmying up in a desperate, wordless plea.

Hanzo simply laughs at him and shuffles closer.

.o.

Genji has curled his hands around the metal of the headboard because he doesn’t trust his own strength any longer.

Hanzo is spreading him open, smooth and perfect, and he can’t get enough of the feeling. He feels like he would claw his arms open in an effort to get him closer, deeper, farther.

Hanzo has stopped laughing at him and is simply quiet; mouth soft and open as his hips rock in little, aborted motions that drive Genji wild, the flared head of Hanzo’s cock rubbing against all the right places.

“So perfect… so perfect,” he is chanting low, breathless, eyebrows pulling together in what almost looks like annoyance when Genji clenches down on him involuntarily, pussy clinging to his cock wet and silky, reluctant to let him go.

Genji wonders how it had to look; Hanzo’s stout cock smeared with his glowing green slick; the neat patch of greying pubes which he kept meticulously out of sheer vanity matted with it as much as his beard – Genji’s cunt smeared all over his body, leaving its mark.

He liked the thought. He wanted to mark his brother up like a dog; drag his cunt across his belly and rub off on him until he was gushing; marking him as his. After all, they had always belonged to each other.

“I will fill you up, Genji,” Hanzo whispers suddenly, a hot, intimate rush of air right next to the shell of his ear, Hanzo’s hips swivelling and snapping a little sharper as if to make his point clear. “Get you hot with my cum and think about a pretty little womb nestled in here right for me.” His hand places itself splayed on his brother’s abdomen, and Genji can feel the heat of it seeping through the armor, hidden little sensors easily picking up on it. His breath hitches, then stills – lungs seizing as he claws at the bedframe and listens to his brothers words, hearing every syllable even as he dips his voice nearly beneath a whisper. “It’s gonna be here just for me to fill; I’ll get it nice and warm for you, little brother. Fill you up right where you need it.”

The muscular body shivers above him, hips taking up their pace, drilling into Genji and nudging deep, dragging along his spread, clinging walls and making him jerk whenever he pushes in especially deep, blunt tip digging in near painful against sensitive equipment.

“You’d love it. Having your brother fill up your slutty womb. I know you, Genji. You’re a little freak, you’d love it.”

Genji laughs breathless and high – a little insane, if he were to be honest, hips tilting up, trying to give back just as good as he got, blood rushing and pounding in his ears; trying to give just as much love back to his big brother.

“I’d love it, yeah, yeah, yeah,” he whispered back, little sounds of assent pushed out of him with Hanzo’s frantic fucking, everything in his body starting to pull deliciously tight with an orgasm hovering around the edges. “Fuck me, Hanzo. Fill me up, please? Get me nice and round with your cum, nii-chan. Get your little brother full with it.”

Hanzo bites the lobe of his ear sharply, the pain surging through Genji’s body and getting misinterpreted as another bout of lust.

He just hoped the walls would withstand his caterwauling when he would finally come on his brother’s cock after so many years of feverish dreams of having him back.