Tag: past abuse

9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 11th Fill

McReyes – continuation of this fic – past abuse; animal people AU (no ABO); first time knotting; hurt/comfort; praise kink – Gabriel finally knots Jesse proper.

Gabriel notices, somewhat amusedly, how Jesse has groomed himself. His shaggy, unkempt beard has become cleaner and more… tame. He can’t shake the feeling that the pup did it to impress.

He has succeeded, if he is quite honest.

Jesse fidgets beneath him, then tries to twist onto his belly, and for the first time Gabriel lets him do his thing. He does not like playing into any of the conditioning of the pup’s old pack leaders, but he suspects this whole thing might be easier if he is behind him and has more leverage for giving him his knot and keeping him down in case he panics.

It’s not like Jesse’s eager submission is hard to look at. He’s got quite a few muscles and a bit of fat on him after weeks of regular meals and his ass is nice and round with quite a bit of hair. His long, slender tail is high in the air and wagging.

Around them, the pack shifts with a hot, needy kind of energy. They are primed to react to Gabriel’s arousal. The air is warm and humid. Gabriel’s bedroom is big enough usually, but when the whole pack piles inside, it becomes a bit tight.

If Jesse is nervous about the audience, he does not show it. He might be used to not getting any privacy while getting mounted; Gabriel doesn’t know. When it is about the pup’s past, he finds himself in an odd conundrum where he does want to know as much as possible but also would rather… not hear the answers.

There’s a whine in the air distracting him from his brooding, and when he looks around he realizes it is coming from Jesse. He has lowered his upper body, arching up his ass and looking at him with a feverish stare across his shoulder.

Gabriel smirks and leans forward, dragging his chin across the pup’s ass to let him feel the scratch of his beard, then carefully bites into the root of his tail. Jesse jerks like electrocuted, and his whine becomes more pronounced. More subservient.

He still has so much to learn – like the fact that pain can also be nice when used in measure.

“There, there,” Gabriel purrs throatily. Around them, the pack becomes more agitated at the sound of his voice, crawling all over each other to soothe their need while their leader is occupied with the problem child. “I’ll make you feel so good, Jesse…”

.o.

Jesse promises to become as big as Gabriel; maybe even bigger. But for now he can still blanket the pup and carefully bite at the back of his neck while he moves his hips in a leisurely rocking motion. Jesse has quickly adapted to it, his frantic bucking and trying to help with the fucking becoming less and less until he is simply holding still and letting Gabriel mount and breed him.

“Good boy,” Gabriel whispers intermittently, a shudder running along his spine whenever the praise makes the hot, silky passage around his cock throb and clench down.

In less than half an hour Gabriel has made Jesse into a happily drooling pup, muscles as lax as possible without totally losing his composure.

The pack has begun fucking around them, the smell thick and pungent and egging Gabriel on quite a bit. Part of him wants to push Jesse down rudely; fuck him deep and hard with quick jack-rabbit thrusts that will have his teeth clack together and give him trouble breathing; and while he wouldn’t have any qualms lording his dominance over any of the other members – knowing quite well how much they love being used like cocksleeves – he can’t make himself do it with Jesse.

He purrs in his ear, lipping and nipping at the hot flush there; feeling how Jesse’s tail tries to keep wagging against his belly, tickling and a bit obnoxious. Cautiously happy about the nice dicking he receives.

When he feels his orgasm coming, he tries not to show it. His breath comes in a bit more labored little puffs but if Jesse notices anything, he does not show it. He keeps being a good boy for him, his hole so nice and welcoming, hot and velvety; and part of Gabriel is annoyed that anybody else should have had the privilege of mounting the pup and using him like nothing more than a cumrag without doting on him afterwards.

When his knot starts swelling noticeably, a vein pulsing at his temple as he tries not to go cross-eyed from the sensation of his slow, almost ruined orgasm and Jesse’s tight, perfect hole, Jesse becomes a bit fussy.

He bucks mildly, then makes as if to twist away, though he stops himself even before Gabriel can do so. His face flushes a darker shade of red, his eyes becoming a bit shifty. Maybe a bit panicky.

Gabriel has to shake of the encroaching lethargy in favor of pressing himself down more firmly on the back of the young man, keeping him down and secure as his knot keeps swelling.

Jesse yowls once; sharp and high like a much younger pup as the swell becomes close to *too much*, but thankfully it stops then before actually injuring him.

He stays tense for a couple more minutes before carefully relaxing again. His eyelashes are suspiciously wet, mouth plump and open as he pants through the feeling of being stretched to his limits.

Gabriel mouths at his hot cheek and the scruff of his beard, making sure to keep his hips still and not jostle the pup further.

“Good boy, Jesse. Just like that. You took it so well.”

9th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 9th Fill

McCree/Junkrat – body worship; skin hunger; past abuse; hurt/comfort – McCree and Junkrat are rather alike…

“No need to be so hectic. I ain’t going nowhere soon, kiddo.”

Jesse stares amusedly down at Jamison, noting absently that the kid must have showered because his patchy blond hair seems brighter than usual and there is a distinct overall lack of soot on his body.

Jamison snatches his hands away where they had been splayed against McCree’s hairy, muscled belly. He *does* look like a rat in that moment; hands curled uncertainly in front of his slim chest, glancing up through his bushy eyebrows.

Jesse rumbles, stretching and pushing one arm behind his head. Unselfconsciously showing off the meaty flex of his bicep and the thick patch of hair underneath.

“Don’t give me that look. Everything’s alright. Just take it a bit slower, yeah? Don’t got anywhere to be, really.”

Jamison’s face twists into something ugly for a second but Jesse would have no hope of deciphering all those little expressions flitting across the kid’s face. He’s a surprisingly complicated young man. There’s a lot of damage that had been done to him. Jesse suspects he would have ended up much the same if Reyes hadn’t pulled him out in the nick of time.

Maybe that’s why he has such a soft spot for the guy.

Jamison has yet to run his quick mouth and Jesse suspects he will not for quite some time. When confronted with the opportunity to get his hands on Jesse’s body, he always becomes curiously quiet.

When nothing else happens other than the the cigarillo lighting up slowly as Jesse takes another puff, Jamison relaxes once more.

Jesse can see every twitchy muscle beneath the tight stretch of Jamison’s skin. He’s not put on any weight as far as Jesse can tell. He’s still so thin that he feels like his sharp bones might be slicing through his skin any second now.

When he reaches down, he can let his fingers trail across each bump of Jamison’s spine. The kid freezes where he is crouched above Jesse’s chest and seems to stop breathing until Jesse gives him a pat with his warm palm and takes his hand away again. Only then does Jamison take up his exploration again.

He has a certain kind of fascination with Jesse’s hair. He likes dragging his fingers – even the artificial ones – through it just to feel how crisp and coarse they feel. He sometimes delicately takes a few hairs between his fingertips and tugs on them, though never near hard enough to pull them out.

He also likes to cup Jesse’s muscles; squeeze them. Feel how round and firm they are…

It’s not really sexual. Not from what Jesse is used to, though he can see the faint outline of Jamison’s cock in his baggy pants. Jamison’s world, he has to remind himself again and again, is different from what other people perceive.

Sometimes he has a detached, glassy look in his bright eyes when Jesse’s fingers slip beneath his belt; and other times he gets short of breath and flushed when Jesse pets across his head in what is almost a fatherly gesture.

He always becomes very calm, however, when Jesse smokes. He likes the smell of it; the heat that the cigarillo emanates. Jesse is suitably sure that Jamison would probably get painfully hard, maybe would be able to shoot off from the sensation of getting a cigarette put out against his skin, but he does not want to try that shit (…yet…).

Jamison leans down, breathing against Jesse’s skin. Ruffling the hair. He’s close to one of Jesse’s nipples, but he does not show any interest in it, even when it becomes hard and needy. He stars sniffing at him, then outright presses his mouth and nose against Jesse’s skin and breathes him in.

It is awkward and tickling. He suspects it’s the scent of smoke, ingrained into him, that is so alluring for the young man, but he can’t be sure.

Just when Jamison looks like he’s going to spend *quite some time* just inhaling Jesse, he moves in one fluid motion, putting the junker beneath him.

Jamison looks startled for a second, then… something else. A mix between anger and concern. His eyes flick towards the door where they both know his bodyguard is just beyond. Waiting for his boss to *conclude business*.

Jesse ignores the show of distrust and slowly, carefully lies himself down on Jamison’s long, thin body. It’s not the most comfortable of surfaces – several sharp bones are poking him – but it’s not about going to sleep, anyway.

He ignores the sharp, slightly panicked intake of air beneath him, or the way Jamison’s hands curl claw-like across his shoulders, and lets him feel just enough of his weight to make breathing a bit more difficult.

Jamison goes cross-eyed and makes a sound for the first time; a weak squeak that has the floor outside of the room creak ominously as the Hog shifts his weight.

Then he becomes quiet again, his eyes taking on a rather dreamy look as the heat and weight of Jesse’s body registers.

Jesse is not unfamiliar with skin hunger. What he can give is likely way too late at this point, but he does not have a problem with sharing himself anyway.