4th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 2nd Fill

McHanzo + Soldier76 – housewife!Hanzo; rape play; breath play; name calling; dirty talk; dehumanization; forced feminization; hair pulling/rough – Jesse brings the Commander over without first talking to Hanzo about it. The Commander is very good at playing his part.

“Babydoll,” Jesse calls out, throwing a quick glance behind him to make sure Jack is closing the door quietly, not making a sound. “Daddy’s home.”

There’s a moment of stillness, then the soft sound of dishes clicking on the counter as they are set down.

“Yes,” comes the reply. It is simple. Reserved. There’s the soft tap of Hanzo’s prosthetic feet on the naked floor and then he is standing in the doorway, an apron secured around his waist. It does not look too special; casual. A simple shield for the sudsy, dirty water – but it is also white and frilly around the edges and seems decidedly out of place on the otherwise austere man wearing it.

Hanzo’s face is unreadable as he stares at them for a bit too long, dark eyes twitching between them. He seems impassive until his fingers start curling around the very edge of the apron. He looks self-conscious.

“Commander,” he says carefully and slowly, gaze lingering on Jesse, his high cheekbones flushing more and more.

Jack does not say anything. He stares back with a blank expression, waiting – and Jesse jumps in smoothly, making his way deeper into the living quarters that are decidedly too small for three big men like them.

“None a’ that now, babydoll. We’re not too formal here. I brought Jack over for a nice beer. Told him about my little wife – he said he’d like to meet her.”

Hanzo is frozen to the spot, face still stony, yet there is a minimal shift in the set of his eyebrows and the twist of his mouth that makes him look… betrayed. Vulnerable. He stares at Jesse, fingers curled tightly into the hem of his apron, frozen to the spot.

He looks like a deer caught in the headlights, and there is a certain kind of fragility in the air as all three men wait how this will play out; whether Hanzo will flee or fight – or play along like a good girl.

Jesse takes a cautious step closer, head lowering a bit, staring intently at Hanzo. His voice is deep, soothing but urging at the same time.

“Jack would love his beer now, baby.”

Hanzo swallows, and the click of his dry throat is almost audible. There’s another second of mute staring and then Hanzo turns on his heel and retreats.

Jesse lets out the air he’s been holding and turns, throwing Jack a roguish grin. The Commander smirks back lopsidedly, steely eyes still lingering on the spot the archer had occupied before following the sweep of Jesse’s arm and making his way towards the small table.

He is unselfconscious about the erection tenting his pants as he moves, not trying to hide the fact that he’s already very aroused at the prospect of playing tonight. Jesse does not mention it, either – he is in much the same predicament, after all.

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Jesse does not think that Hanzo did it deliberately but he does sure appreciate the delicious irony in the situation as the shaking of Hanzo’s hands caused the bottle to fall and empty itself across Jack’s lap.

He’s never played with someone Jesse just brought along – or someone they both know and work with for that matter – and it definitely shows. He is nervous and twitchy, and now he’s staring at Jack’s angry face with an open anxiousness that should not get Jesse’s cock wet at the tip but does it regardless.

Jack’s mouth is pinched into a tight line as he sets the beer bottle back onto the table. When Hanzo still just stands there, staring, he barks: “Well? Do something!”

Hanzo jerks, his face going hard for a second as his ever-present pride rears its head, but a quick glance at Jesse’s expectant gaze seems to quell the urge to sneer and talk down to them.

Instead he mumbles: “Apologies…” and turns to retreat and get a washcloth. Jack’s arm snaps out, curling hard around Hanzo’s wrist before he can go anywhere.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His bright eyes are unsettling as he stares at Hanzo without blinking. He tugs hard, making Hanzo stumble towards him.

“Jesse told me about his well-behaved little cunt of a wife, but all I’m seeing is some clumsy bimbo.” Hanzo’s cheeks start burning again, his mouth going soft and open in shock over the commander’s harsh words. Jack’s hand is still curled around the archer’s thick wrist, holding on tight, short nails digging harshly into his skin. “You didn’t even put on something pretty for us. That’s not very nice.”

His eyes flick down, and his already rough voice becomes hard to understand as it gets a bit deeper: “Least you got some nice tits. You should show them off more.”

Hanzo pulls weakly at the grip Jack has on him, his voice cracking as he veritably whispers: “Y-You are hurting me…”

Jack’s eyes flick to Jesse, but he is just sitting there relaxed, watching the scene unfold.

Emboldened, Jack turns back to Hanzo and pulls hard. Hanzo stumbles, and, even though the maneuver would not be enough to knock him down usually, lets himself now fall hard to his knees in front of Jack.

“Clean the mess you made, girlie.”

Hanzo’s eyes become glassy at the nickname, mouth so soft and red as he dazedly stares at the Commander’s beer-wet crotch in front of him. When he doesn’t move quick enough, Jack’s other hand snatches a fistful of his hair, gripping harsh enough that Hanzo cries out in distress, face twisted in pain.

The Commander does not care about it, pulling him close, dragging Hanzo’s cheek against the rough denim and hard bulge of his cock.

“I said. Clean it.”

Hanzo is panting, voice shot as he assents with a shaky: “Y-Yes, Sir…” after throwing a helpless gaze towards Jesse who remains impassive to his plea.

They watch as Hanzo sets to work, licking at the beer-wet jeans, and, after another harsh twist of Jack’s fist in his hair, opens his mouth wide above where the tip of his cock pushes against the fabric, and starts sucking.

Jack groans, thick thighs falling open more easily, rigid shoulders losing some of their tense lines.

“Ahh, fuck. That’s exactly what I needed.”

Jesse smirks. There’s a high flush on his cheeks – the open, unselfconscious vulgarity of the Commander seems to intoxicate him way more than the bit of alcohol he’s sipped at while watching the show.

“I am glad I could be of service,” he murmurs. Jack barks a laugh. He pulls Hanzo away via the grip he has on him, not looking at the archer’s face as he begins opening his pants with the other hand.

“Should get myself an obedient cunt like that,” he murmurs. “But I’m not ready to settle down yet. Women are always so goddamn picky about everything. Think you got a good catch with yours, though. You’re not picky, are you?”

His cock is out and suddenly his blue eyes snap back to Hanzo’s face, a smug grin spreading on his face when he catches Hanzo staring near mesmerized at the faintly flushed cock in front of him. Paler skin than Jesse’s, and not as thick, but still plenty interesting.

Jack slaps him with three fingers; hard enough to make a showy, loud slapping noise while Hanzo grunts more in surprise than in pain.

“I asked you something, bimbo.” And then, without missing a beat: “Yeah, you’re not picky. Doesn’t Jesse give you enough dick? You sniffing around for cocks behind his back when you’re supposed to clean the house and do the laundry?”

He does not expect Hanzo to talk, obviously. He already has him pulled forward, his grip in the dark hair unrelenting and harsh and domineering everything as he drags him onto his cock and pushes deep, listening to the wet gagging and watching the desperate, instinctual struggle before Hanzo’s training kicks in and he obediently lets himself get used.

Already, his nose is running and his eyes are suspiciously wet as Jack keeps him down just to listen to the click of his throat and the badly suppressed gagging.

Jesse is laughing next to them now, full bellied and carefree – like he’s heard the best joke in the world and isn’t idly sitting by while Hanzo struggles for air until the Commander finally lets him go to breathe.

“She’s a good girl. Don’t be so harsh, Commander. I fill ‘er up plenty. Give her li’l womb somethin’ t’ work with – but she’s greedy. Always knew that. No problem with that, to be honest.”

“Clever man,” Jack nods, staring intently in Hanzo’s dark eyes, pupils blown wide. “I think we can have a lot of fun. I can take care of you when your husband is… indisposed.” He laughs when Hanzo whines and licks sloppily at the wet tip of his cock, trying to noisily slurp it back into his mouth. “But I’ll have you know that I’ll be a lot stricter than he is. Gotta have myself a pretty little lady waiting for me when I come home. Want a nice ready cunt to pull on my dick whenever I want…”

Hanzo’s face goes slack, mouth open wide and tongue out obediently as Jack slaps his cock against it, wiping the salty pre-cum against the soft insides of his cheeks.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

They both laugh when Hanzo tries to answer without closing his mouth, a degrading sound of raw need croaking from him as he drools, hands kept prim and proper in his lap – on top of the apron.

3rd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 9th Fill

McCree/Hanzo/Genji – Continuation of this fic. Genji comes along to Hanzo’s and Jesse’s outings. He is very possessive of Hanzo; but also curious about McCree

Genji looks like he wouldn’t be quite opposed to Jesse crawling just a bit closer, but Jesse knows better by now than to act on the amorous little purrs of the new merdragon as he is curled around his brother and staring at McCree with open fascination.

Jesse is not quite sure whether they are even brothers, but strangely enough he likes to think so. Their tails look gorgeous wrapped around each other in any case; Genji’s vibrantly green and shimmering like precious stones while Hanzo’s has started veritably glowing in all shades of blue.

It has changed since Jesse had managed to become a little more intimate with him; the pearly white darkening into flirtatious colors. He likes the thought that he’s given it to Hanzo so well that the creature wants to start courting him.

The addition of Genji has taken him somewhat by surprise but by now he suspects that the merdragon has very much invited himself along. He seems jealous of how interested Hanzo is in him, not letting his brother go and touch McCree. Instead, he holds him back and plays with him himself, intelligent green eyes never leaving Jesse; watching his reactions as he unselfconsciously spreads Hanzo’s tender little slit open to show the juicy pink insides while Hanzo squirms and clutches his satchel of trinkets close to his chest.

He looks indecisive, his lidded gaze flitting towards Jesse before bouncing away again, long tail splashing against the wet sand in agitation – but also coming again and again to let his brother show him off. It’s not something new they’re doing. Jesse can tell that much.

The way Genji finger fucks his brother is too practiced. Too familiar. He stares at Jesse with a broad grin full of sharp teeth, not even looking down Hanzo’s quivering body as he shoves two fingers into his tender little cloaca that Jesse has yet to breach with his own cock… and damn it’s difficult to stay away when he can see how lovingly that little space is clinging to Genji’s fingers, suckling and working while they pump rough and hard.

Jesse would never be that rude. But alas…

Genji looks intrigued when he pulls out his cock, big fist around the shaft, thumb pressed against the swollen head in little circles. He lets go of Hanzo like he is nothing but a toy and Jesse watches with some trepidation as the merdragon starts crawling across the rocky sand, his sharp claws digging into the soil to drag himself closer.

He’s almost in Jesse’s lap when he hisses at him, and Jesse lets go off his cock like he’s burned himself, staring with his belly curling up into a fist as the young merdragon starts sniffing at his erection – still foolishly hard and flexing for the pretty creature.

Jesse knows he has a problem with danger – he must have, since he also still fucks Gabriel, and has had his sharp teeth around his dick whenever the shark wants to suck him off – but he’s known Gabriel for years now, whereas Genji is still very much feral, and capricious enough to show it off any chance he gets. Still, there is little he can do when the merdragon starts inspecting his cock; sniffing and licking and touching, seemingly enamored with the fat girth he has to offer.

Hanzo, meanwhile, looks put out by the situation (though he looks put out by everything if Jesse is being honest) and starts crawling towards them as well.

Genji twists around, hissing at him, the fins at the sides of his head flared dangerously and Hanzo halts, then stills, sitting off to the side and pouting.

Seems like Genji is a lot more possessive than McCree had thought. He just hopes the brothers remain as docile as they are now. He does not want their sharp teeth or nails anywhere near them when they decide to fight over his cock.

3rd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 6th Fill

Hanzo/McCree (+mentions of Hanzo/Genji) – ABO; old Omega!Hanzo (Okami skin); young alpha!McCree + Genji; lactation kink; breeding kink

There is no denying that Hanzo has a thing for young Alphas. He thinks they are cute; wide shoulders and big hands and meaty cocks and no idea how to properly work any of it.

Genji is better about it; thinking first about Hanzo’s need before wondering how to quickly enough get his dick inside that warm, well-used hole, and he will teach McCree to be good, as well.

He is eager, at least. Wants to please – even if he sometimes forgets his own strength when his cock is blood heavy and so very ready to shoot off at the very mention of a ripe Omega cunt.

The first time he’s pushed Hanzo down to the floor and rabbit fucked against the apex of his thighs, coming quick and messy and whining the whole way through. Now, after some training, he’s become better about it.

A rough fist in the hair at the back of his head usually does the trick to make him slow down, mouth open to pant in the delicious pheromones of the old, ripe Omega below him. He whines and sounds heartbreakingly forlorn even with his big paws still on Hanzo’s tits.

“Easy,” Hanzo scolds, his nipples throbbing at the rough treatment of McCree’s palms dragging across them. “You’ll never coax an Omega to give you milk like this.”

Jesse flushes but he takes the rebuke in stride. He has become surprisingly docile under Hanzo’s leadership. Where just a few months ago he’s been crude and trying to mount and breed at the drop of a hat, he now seems to possess unending reserves of patience.

Secretly, Hanzo thinks of his two young Alphas as his rescue dogs. They just needed a bit of proper working and a steady hand.

He spreads his thighs farther, lets Jesse cuddle in closer against the V of his hips and scratches sharp fingernails down his spine because he knows the Alpha likes it.

His cock is a hot, hard line against the crease of Hanzo’s thigh, but that is alright as long as he only uses it when and how Hanzo sees fit.

For today, Jesse is allowed to play with his tits and figure out how to massage the creamy milk out of them. Hanzo settles back against the many pillows he used to build his nest and watches Jesse’s scrunched up face with half-closed eyes.

Finally, he starts moving again, big hands gentling down and cupping the swell of Hanzo’s chest, thumbs dragging across the plump teats. For now he’s only managed to get the tips of his fingers wet, but it is enough to keep him interested in the task; Hanzo can see his nostrils flaring as he scents the air.

He’s so very animalistic still. Older than Genji but so much rougher around the edges still. So much to learn after a lifetime of running with the wrong crowd, thinking Omegas are just warm little holes to be pulled on his big, fat cock.

Maybe he’ll sit on him, later, he muses, playing with a strand of long grey hair that he curls around his finger again and again. Jesse always gets flustered when he’s put on his back and made to submit.

Hanzo wonders how he’d take to being trained for cock. Genji had learned to love getting mounted by his older Omega brother, but as patient and good-natured Jesse has become, Hanzo wonders if he’d let him explore that hairy virginal hole he’s hiding from everyone so jealously.

Maybe he’ll let him watch as he breeds Genji. Let him ‘accidentally’ stumble across it so he can watch from the hallway as their Omega master is mounted up and holds an Alpha down by the scruff of his neck, fucking into his needy little cunt with practiced ease.

He thinks it he would enjoy training Jesse like that.

He purrs when the Alpha finally leans down to start and kitten lick at his tits, coaxing more milk from him as he closes his lips around the areola and starts to suck with little grunting sounds in the back of his throat.

Hanzo lets his head fall back against the pillows, arching his back towards him. He loves how eager and teachable young Alphas are.

3rd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 4th Fill

McCree/Hanzo – bathroom sex; age difference; sloppy seconds; body inspection

Continuation of this fic with young!Hanzo, older!McCree. McCree calls Hanzo a kid but that’s just his way of referring to him. Hanzo is in his mid-twenties.

McCree watches the kid throughout the whole meeting just because the way he subtly squirms beneath the heavy-lidded gaze amuses him to no end. He puffs slowly on his cigar, one of many around the table, and doesn’t fail to notice how the young heir’s cheeks become pink as his dark pretty eyes watch how his lips wrap around the end.

Jesse is not used to little ex-virgins immediately becoming cocky and wanting someone else to wet their dicks for them, but he figures this one is a prissy yakuza prince so it kind of makes sense.

At any rate, he makes sure to grin nice and slow as he watches him, leaning back far and hooking a thumb behind the big buckle on his belt. He thinks about how daddy’s perfect little son is currently leaking the cum he fucked frothy just this morning and his grin becomes a little wider before he hides it behind the hand lifting his cigar towards his mouth once more.

The break in the meeting can’t come quick enough. He almost laughs when the kid shoots out of his chair like he’s got burned and stumbles out of the room under the frowning gaze of his father. McCree stays a bit longer, lingering to make sure nobody will suspect a connection – and because he wants to make the kid wait longer.

When he finally swaggers into the bathroom he can’t immediately spot where he’s hidden himself away until the stall at the very end opens just a bit, one sleek dark eye staring at him with a bit of a crazed glint.

Jesse grins and makes his way over. He shoves himself inside and ignores the trembling eager hands that are immediately on him, feeling up his wide hips and thick thighs as if he tries to make it seem like he’s not greedy for another round on Jesse’s cock.

Jesse clicks his tongue at him and easily grabs his wrists, pulling them away from his body.

“Turn around. I wanna see if you kept your promise.”

The kid flushes a violent shade of red but complies hastily. He does not protest as McCree opens up his pants and works them together with his underwear to sit underneath his ass, but he does start panting already, wet and quick. McCree’s big knuckles brush Hanzo’s hard cock and he grins.

“Took cock once and you’re already a bitch for it,” he murmurs low and the kid’s head whips around, stares at him alarmed.

“Quiet!” he hisses and Jesse grins at him. They can hear the bathroom door opening and more people enter. Hanzo’s ears are brick red. McCree’s gaze falls down to his hole; still a dark shade of pink with cum dried tacky between his cheeks.

When he pushes his thumb in and pulls down against the tender little muscle he spread open so wide just a few hours ago, he can see that yes, Hanzo held his promise.

There’s still Jesse’s cum inside him, creamy and sticky, and McCree starts fucking him on his thumb because he’s been a good boy.

The kid does not seem to appreciate it much, though: he has a hand pressed against his mouth and is shooting angry glances at him over his shoulder even though his cheeks are brick red and muffled little fucksounds are being tickled out of him.

In the stall next to them the flush is activated and Hanzo jumps, his internal muscles squeezing down on Jesse’s thumb. Jesse grins and utilizes the subsequent hand-washing noises to open up his belt.

He slaps his cock against the kid’s ass and from the look of it he is close to tears because he wants it but also is afraid they’ll get found out.

“Jus’ be quiet and everythin’ will be a-ok,” Jesse murmurs as he leans across him, bracing himself against the wall while Hanzo’s sweaty palms are slipping against the lid of the toilet.

It’s a lot easier this time to fuck into him. His cunt remembers well how to take his cock, and Jesse is smug that he assumed correctly: the yakuza prince is a born cockslut.

They’ll have to be quick about it, the meeting will resume in just a few minutes; but Jesse is determined to let him walk back in there with a new load warming his belly.

2nd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 8th Fill

McHanzo – Virgin Kink; SPH – Hanzo asked Jesse to fuck him and Jesse is surprisingly sweet about it… while managing to be a bastard at the same time

“Hah… J… Jesse…” Hanzo is clawing at the rumpled sheets, face mostly turned into the mattress. He’s already so worked up and Jesse has barely squeezed the tip of his cock into that peach pink hole Hanzo had offered him earlier.

Jesse’s voice is strained as he answers, trying and failing to sound not as on edge as he already feels with that silky heat wrapped around him and squeezing like a goddamn vice.

“Jus’… Jus’ try to relax…” He grabs at Hanzo’s hip, trying to keep him still as he angles his own leg for some leverage and pushes forward again. Lying on their sides makes it easier for Hanzo to accept the massive, unfamiliar intrusion – he thinks, at least – but it makes it more difficult to get his cock where he wants it to be so very badly.

Hanzo, true to form, does the exact opposite and clenches up sharp on the next couple inches and bows his back away from Jesse; though, Jesse notes as he scrabbles at him to keep him still again, he does not try to get away.

Jesse takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, then grunts: “Alright. Maybe like this-”

He hooks his cybernetic arm underneath Hanzo’s upper thigh and lifts it to take some of the wriggle room from him and also open his delicious virgin ass up further for his cock. Hanzo makes a rough sort of grunting cry and when Jesse works himself up onto his elbow to glance around the archer’s broad shoulders, he can see him slowly, almost dreamily lick at the hand he has balled into the sheets in front of his face, wet lips mouthing messily at the ball of his thumb as if he needed to be doing something with his needy mouth.

“There you go,” Jesse mutters, belly hot with need. He is surprised by his own eagerness. He can’t remember the last time he felt like this as he usually fucks slow and leisurely; almost lazily. Having Hanzo Shimada offer him the virginal clench of his tender ass is obviously doing things to him.

Not enough things, though, to not make him a bastard about it. His cybernetic hand, close to the source anyway, starts groping. Hanzo jerks and gurgles when Jesse gets his palm filled with the nice little handful that Hanzo is packing.

He sucks at the tip of Hanzo’s shoulder and makes sure to let him feel his beard as he cants his hips forward and feeds him more of his cock.

“Don’t need me askin’ why you are still all nice and untouched, hm?” he mumbles, thumb stroking soothingly across Hanzo’s cocklett like it’s a little animal. It is cute, really; so very short and a bit fat. A sweet little treat that Jesse can’t wait to suck into his mouth, but Hanzo shudders and flushes violently, inner muscles going lax all of a sudden to allow Jesse to slip inside to the hilt.

“Can’t hope to satisfy anybody with a little thing like that, mh? Seen clits that are bigger…”

He’s mean about it, but only because Hanzo likes it. He goes wild for it, small cock flexing adorably while Jesse can finally start in on fucking him slow and careful, using Hanzo’s distraction to get his ass stretched out on his dick.

“What a slutty little virgin,” he murmurs, tongue slipping out to drag wet and obnoxious along the cartilage of Hanzo’s ear. “Though you’re no virgin anymore now, hm? You’re a sloppy whore now… only good to take dick because your cock is so small and pathetic-”

Hanzo comes on his dick, quick and messy and way too early, but Jesse lets him have it, even pumps his cock through it. It’s his first time, after all.

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.

“You are awfully cocky for a man trussed naked to a chair, surrounded by guns.”

Hanzo watches McCree with a clinical kind of interest. The man does not look too concerned, even with his big thighs spread and his junk put on display. Maybe it is because he doesn’t have to be ashamed of what he’s showing – or maybe it is because he hasn’t cared about anything for a long while.

Hanzo surmises it is both, though it itches him to make him care.

McCree is slumped a bit, throwing him an infuriating, lazy grin until one of Hanzo’s men knocks his gun roughly against his temple and barks at him to show some respect.

He does pull himself up into more of a sitting position, but it looks like he has to force himself every centimeter of the way.

“What can I say,” he murmurs. “I’m just that easy going I guess. Good show dog, one might say. Don’t bite too awfully fast. Y’ can play with me a while before I get antsy.”

He grins at Hanzo, and Hanzo almost flushes at the insolence. Instead he clicks with his tongue and comes closer – watches how McCree’s dark eyes flick over him. Greedy. Hungry.

Hanzo smirks and plays with his cuffs as if they were not perfectly immaculate.

“Funny you would say that,” he purrs back, now. “I fully do intent to play.”

He lifts his leg then, places his foot on the edge between McCree’s massive thighs. They jump a bit. He can see how the up-and-down of his hairy chest picks up just a tad. He’s getting nervous even though his face remains the same, grin in place.

Eyes flicking from the expensive leather shoe up to Hanzo’s face. He tries to figure out what will happen, but Hanzo doesn’t give him enough time before he shifts minimally – and then he has the large sac squeezed between the sole of his shoe and the hard chair.

McCree hasn’t been expecting it. He pulls in a sharp breath before he can school himself into indifference. Hanzo sees his pupils dilate sharp, a little muscle twitching at the corner of his mouth when Hanzo puts more pressure on his balls.

Oh, how quickly the smarmy grin can be wiped off of McCree’s face – and all it takes is a mean shoe against his tender sac.

Hanzo slowly rounds his toy, watching how the sweat drips from the tip of his nose, his sensual wide mouth hanging open.

Hanzo enjoys playing with him in a way he hasn’t enjoyed any of his toys in a long while. The man is sturdy and a good sport about it; he can take what Hanzo gives him and doesn’t whine about it.

His broad back is littered with welts but nothing is bleeding. Sensitive but not excruciating. Just how Hanzo likes it.

He lets the arm length lash trail across the wide shoulders and watches the man shiver, then lean up a bit and into the touch. He carefully stretches his muscles, hands flexing and curling to get the blood circulation to pick up again in the wide steel manacles.

“You are good,” Hanzo murmurs. He steps around him again, nudging the handle of the whip beneath his chin until he lifts his head and lets it fall back, baring his throat and hairy chest to Hanzo’s gaze.

He grins, but it is exhausted. They’ve been at it for a while. Long enough that the sass is almost gone out of him.

For a second it looks like he is going to answer, but then he just shakes his head and Hanzo lets the lash of the whip tickle against his furry pecs, then strolls casually around him once more.

Whipping the American is almost cathartic. Every lash is met with a satisfying, thick sound and accentuated by his rough grunts. Every hit leaves a new stripe behind that his toy takes so very well.

“Will you scream for me tonight?” he mumbles, giving him another lash and listening to the low groan that accompanies it. He wanders around him again, while the American pants, tongue lolling like one of his dogs.

“N..” he starts, but has to swallow, wet his throat before he can get something out. “Never.”

Hanzo stares at him in contemplation, taking in the large, obvious bulge in his pants that he doesn’t make a move to hide – to the contrary, when he notices Hanzo staring, he opens his thighs. Shows himself off and grins at him cocksure.

Hanzo clicks with his tongue in disgust and rounds him once more to resume.

He is patient. He will get what he want – the man’s cries as much as his cock.

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.

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.