1st Ko-Fi Fic Prompt :)

Here’s the first fic in my list commissioned by @mujaween following this post of Genji hacking McCree’s phone to look at lewd pictures and wanting all the dirty details… got a bit carried away and it got ~2,400 words instead :’ )

“Ugh Genji… come on, you’re a good lad an’ all but I can’t…” Jesse trails off, eyes tracking the movement of the bottle Genji is slowly swaying in front of him, tantalizing as the dark liquid sloshes inside.

Genji hums, the sound a bit robotic behind his mask, and kneels down next to Jesse in a fluid, graceful motion.

“What’s the matter? Don’t like it anymore?”

Jesse’s dark eyes are pinned on the bottle. He wants it badly, Genji can tell, but he’s not yet reaching for it, cheeks going ruddy red beneath his scruffy beard as he shrugs his shoulders and tugs the brim of his hat down to shield his eyes from Genji’s unwavering stare.

“Yourbrother’sgon’beangrywithme’sall,” he slurs quick and under his breath, then adds a bit more intelligible: “Can’t be comin’ home to him stinkin’ of booze all the time.”

Genji shifts minimally, his cock feeling warm and heavy beneath the fabric of his codpiece.

“It’s just once a week,” he wheedles, “Can’t believe the big Jesse McCree is cowed by some little housewife antics.”

Jesse flinches and chokes on his spit, quickly sitting up straight from his slump on the roof of the base and eying Genji nervously… or embarrassed? Genji cocks his head, watching the color of Jesse’s face darken even more before the other suddenly thrusts his arm out and practically snatches the booze out of Genji’s hands.

“Ye’re right. ‘course you are. Just once a week – a man is allowed to enjoy himself, right?”

Genji nods sagely. “Of course he is.”

“Yeah. Yes. ‘Course he is.”

Genji slips closer, settling down next to Jesse, hands folded casually across the swell of his cock beneath the fabric, faceplate in place to shield how hot his cheeks had gotten and how glassy he knew his eyes are already.

Jesse unscrews the booze easy enough and knocks shoulders with Genji amicably, then takes a little swig.

.o.

Jesse is no alcoholic by any stretch of the imagination, but he’s cocky and trusting enough that he lets himself easily get goaded into drinking a bit more than he should.

When he starts rummaging in his serape to fish a cigar out of its depths, it is easy for Genji to nab his phone for a second, place the little chip on the back and push it back into the back pocket of Jesse’s jeans.

He then tucks out his own phone, heart beating fast with adrenalin as he selects the app he needs, watching as a new picture folder is being downloaded.

His mouth goes dry when he finally opens it up and he is presented with Jesse’s private pictures. The latest one just greets him in a tiny preview yet still makes him bite his tongue to keep quiet as he quickly taps on it.

Next to him, Jesse finally has produced the cigar and carefully clips the end, humming a little tune back in his throat. He has no idea what his silent companion is up to as the unreadable mask is directed at the screen of Genji’s phone.

A screen where he can see what he knows is McCree’s dick – fat and ruddy, with his hairy belly visible in the bottom of the frame while the rest is occupied by his very own brother, gazing up with an out-of-it expression as he suckles at the cock.

Genji shifts, free hand dropping between his thighs, grabbing at his cock as he stares mesmerized at the POV shot; how Hanzo’s perfectly groomed beard is already shiny with spit. How there are more tacky spots along his sharp cheekbones where McCree must have rubbed the tip of his cock against – or maybe even slapped Hanzo with his dick, and isn’t that a nice thought? His brother on his knees, begging for cock and getting slapped with a big ruddy dick for his trouble?

Hanzo is almost cross-eyed, staring up into the camera, his dark eyes bottomless and glassy. Needy. There is a bulge in the left side of his cheek where Jesse has pushed his dick into, and Genji wants that so badly he almost feels nauseous.

When he sees the date of the picture, he wants to sob. Last night. Last night Jesse got to fuck his brother; had him on his dick like a cheap whore and made pictures of him sucking his dick – and Genji… Genji has been in his room, grunt fucking his fist against the mattress and imagining it was Hanzo; sloppy and used and just as slutty as he always imagines Hanzo will be.

“Had a good night yesterday? You were gone pretty quick.” He can’t stop staring at the stretch of Hanzo’s lips around a cock, or the metal of McCree’s arm, fingers curled unforgivingly in Hanzo’s hair – ready to pull him down on the dick and use him as a fleshlight.

Jesse grunts noncommittally, then seems to think a bit more on it, eyes squinting into the dark sky as he recollects what he’s been up to – then the corner of his mouth ticks up.

“Yeah. Somethin’ like that. Was good.”

Genji can see that. His eyes are glued to the screen, thumb unwilling to swipe to the next picture. The longer he watches, the more details he can see; like the fact that Hanzo is wearing make-up; subtle but there, the sharp, dark line around his eyes a bit muddied by unshed tears.

God, Genji wants that. Wants to fuck his brother so good he cries.

“Yes? Did you have fun?”

Jesse chuckles, rolling the lit cigar into the corner of his mouth and leaning back against the wall, cocky and satisfied.

“Yep. Had some good wholesome fun with… uh…” He starts to realize with whom he is talking about whom and clears his throat awkwardly, finishing his sentence a bit lame with: “Yeah. Had fun.”

Genji is not deterred. His belly is on fire and his cock is spitting pre-cum against the tight fabric of his codpiece.

“Did my brother save a horse, cowboy?” His voice falls short miles of playful. It is rough and low. It becomes difficult to speak with the mask on, his breath hot and thick until he lifts his mildly shaking hand and unlatches it.

Jesse is quiet for a bit, taking a swig of the booze. He eyes Genji’s face which has to be as flushed as he feels, his hand curled around his phone so tightly that the case creaks.

“Shit,” Jesse murmurs, his cheeks taking on another deep, warm glow. He scratches at the back of his head, not looking at Genji who directs his gaze back down, swipes to the next picture and whimpers very quietly in the back of his throat.

“Yeah… s… s’pose so,” Jesse mutters next to him as Genji stares at his brother in a black dress that almost looks like a maid uniform but does not quite. There are pink slips of fabric everywhere; a silky band around his waist, and a laceline of it along the hem of the skirt. His hair is bound with a pink ribbon as well, though not all of it. It looks more artful like this and less like a necessity, and as he stares at it, something connects in his mind and he swipes back to the first picture and – there it is. The pink little slip of silk just barely visible in the black mess of Hanzo’s hair.

Genji lifts his free hand unthinkingly, biting at it to keep quiet; keep himself from slipping his dick out in front of McCree and fucking it, thinking of his big, serious brother wearing a little dress for his man just yesterday. His tits look fantastic in it, too; his torso is too broad, making the fabric strain, and giving his pecs a plush, full look – like they are perfectly capable to being fucked good.

He thinks back on his little housewife comment earlier and McCree’s weird reaction to it. He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply through his nose.

Jesse is still not looking at him. He seems embarrassed and Genji can’t even fathom it when just yesterday he’s had Hanzo in a dress sucking his dick.

“You definitely pulled the stick out of his ass,” Genji murmurs. Jesse is startled into a laugh, his voice sounding a bit hysterical when he answers: “Don’t know ‘bout that one. If anything I replaced it with somethin’ else.”

Then he takes another quick swig, his face looking pinched – like he is chastising himself for speaking like that, though Genji does not know whether it is because he is talking like that about his lover or because he is talking like that in front of his lover’s brother.

Or maybe both.

Genji pushes on to the next picture and becomes very quiet, staring at it as Jesse mutters under his breath, holding the bottle of booze to his chest like a shield.

Genji feels like crying as he stares at a picture of his brother’s ass. Hanzo seems to be kneeling on a bed or something, bracing himself on his shoulders so his hands are free to reach down and spread his cheeks apart for Jesse’s – Genji’s – viewing pleasure. There is black fabric bunched around his waist, probably of the same damn dress, skirt flipped up to let his lover fuck him and cream his hole; his hole that is flushed an irritated red from usage, loose and wet, obviously freshly dicked as it is still gaping buttery soft, with a thick drip of cum slowly oozing out of it.

Jesse is shifting restlessly next to him; has been for a while now, in fact – both of them quiet for a long time as Genji has been absorbed in the picture of his brother’s fucked-out cunt, and Jesse thinking… whatever.

When Genji glances over, he can see the bulge of his dick. Jesse’s always said that booze made him horny, and thinking of his brother behaving like a cockslut obviously only makes matters worse.

Genji swallows but his throat is still dry.

“How is it?” he asks. Jesse eyes him out of the corner of his eye, then grunts. “How’s what.”

Genji licks his lips, stares down at the screen of his phone, eyes tracking the red gape of Hanzo’s sloppy hole.

“How is it to fuck my brother.”

Jesse goes very still next to him, and for a moment Genji thinks this is it – Jesse will stand and walk away and never talk to him again. He won’t go telling Hanzo, that’s not who Jesse is, but he will definitely not stand for Hanzo’s brother to-

Jesse pushes his hat far down above his eyes until Genji can only see the ruddy red of his cheeks – so very similar to the color of his fat, hard dick when it slips into his brother’s used holes – and the line of his lips clamped tightly around his cigar.

He’s not gone yet, and Genji… Genji has to know. He’s going crazy having these pictures at his disposal; knowing that Hanzo willingly let himself get photographed like this-

“Jesse,” he rasps, leaning forward a bit, hand between his thighs, slipping the codpiece to the side to let his dick at the cool night air, wet with pre-cum and flexing with the need to come. “How is it to fuck my brother. Is he good on your cock? Does he feel nice?”

“Fuck yeah he does,” Jesse grunts, voice wrecked; so deep Genji can barely understand what he’s saying. “Can take me any time of the fucking week; anywhere I want. He’s so hungry for it; can’t fucking keep up with him most o’ the time.”

Jesse pinches the cigar between two fingers to keep it from falling to the floor, his mouth open and wet as he pants, hand on his dick similar to Genji though he has not yet pulled it out.

He sounds haunted; like he has to confide; like he’s been dying to for an eternity and the knowledge of how lewd Hanzo actually is is keeping him up at night.

Genji is jerking off openly now, staring at Jesse. He leans forward, pushes his hat back. He needs to see his eyes; how he looks like a man on a chase. Jesse flinches back a bit, licks his lips, glances at Genji’s face, then at his dick, out and wet and flushed an angry red.

“Shit,” he whispers, then a bit louder once more: “Shit.”

He closes his eyes, swallows, then opens them once again. Stares Genji straight in the eyes.

“He feels like he’s gonna keep your dick for good when you fuck him. He doesn’t wanna let you move but begs for it like a cat in heat. He’ll scratch you up for pullin’ out, an’ for pushin’ in. Pretends like he doesn’t want dick like he needs it to live and gets crazy for it a second later.”

He’s got his cock out now as well, both of them panting, staring at each other jerking off. Genji imagines it; Hanzo acting like a man possessed, howling like a goddamn cat for dick, to get fucked, but not wanting it to move as well.

Jesse curses under his breath, lets his head fall back, hips flexing into his fist. Genji closes his eyes and bites his lips; tries to imagine his brother’s hole on his cock; silky and wet and so very well fucked.

“He’s trained like a seasoned whore,” Jesse suddenly continues, hoarse. Genji bites his tongue. “Can take anything you give ‘im. Loves to be slapped around a bit. Wants to be fucked like a slut and acts like one, too. I-”

Jesse looks almost pained, his fist looking like he’s strangling his dick. “I wanna get him to a gas station sometime. Have him dolled up and ready for use. Watch him get dicked by the truckers. He’d love it, too.”

Genji has trouble swallowing, his tongue hanging out like a dog, cock aching.

“I want him,” he rasps, returning Jesse’s startled gaze, the sound of them jerking off slick and lewd in the cool air. “I want to fuck my big brother, Jesse.”

They stare at each other as they come, cheeks dark red and breaths puffing out, but an understanding between them that makes Genji feel nauseatingly hopeful.

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Hanzo is simultaneously the worst and best fuck Jesse has ever had. For a sniper that is used to sitting quietly for hours on end, he bounces like a rabbit with his hind legs caught when he’s getting stuffed with cock.

He doesn’t seem to know what to do with himself: he tugs at his hair and rips at the sheets, then grabs roughly at Jesse’s hip and bicep, and makes as if to crawl away from the insistent pressure of getting fucked.

“Easy,” Jesse grunts, frowning in concentration as he tries to hold Hanzo’s hips down so he can get to work. His tongue is searching and finding the right corner of his mouth again and again, looking for a cigar that is still gleaming in an ashtray on the bedside table.

Hanzo, though, is not easily tamed; he is a wall of muscle, and there is little Jesse can do when there’s sweat pearling on his forehead as he tries to think through the pleasure of Hanzo squeezing down mercilessly on his dick.

Hanzo makes a choked sound, head back, showing off the strong, trembling curve of his throat. He is still watching Jesse, his eyes gleaming wet with tears of overstimulation.

Jesse’s never had a partner that was as easy as Hanzo is; he barely worked his cock in before the archer had started whining for it, wide chest heaving and dick jerking against Jesse’s hirsute belly.

“Fuck,” Hanzo hisses explosively, then bites his lip, body taut and trembling as he tries to keep himself a bit more contained; but then Jesse moves again, grinding forward, and he moves again, slapping his hands – painfully – against Jesse’s chest, fingers gripping into the thick hair there as he comes sudden and hard on Jesse’s cock.

He’s barely fucked him for more than 15 minutes, and he is dazed, watching as Hanzo pulls his knees up, body practically curling in on itself as he rides his quick, nervous orgasm out.

Afterwards, he is more relaxed, an almost dopey grin on his face as he purrs and undulates his body, fingers still in Jesse’s chest hair, but more petting than tugging now.

“More.”

Jesse huffs.

“Ha… Ha… Hanzo,” Winston wheezes, jackknifing up and curling his arms around Hanzo’s middle when Hanzo, unimpressed, lets himself slide down a little further.

He presses his face between the archer’s shoulder blades, blunt fingers scratching lightly at his belly as he desperately tries to find purchase; something to hold on to while his cock is held unbearably snug in the grip of Hanzo’s body; furnace hot and silky inside.

“MMmmhhh,” Hanzo hums, the hands with which he is bracing himself on Winston’s thick thighs gripping hard; his only concession to the immense stretch. He arches his back, head tilting backwards until the end of his pony tail tickles Winston’s ear. “So big…”

Winston can feel himself flushing brick red. He squirms in place, arms tightening around Hanzo’s thick waist and unwittingly pulling him harder down onto his cock, making him cry out hoarse, muscles tightening all along Winston’s poor, unprepared cock.

“Stretching me so wide,” Hanzo murmurs, and Winston does not need to look to know he is staring at McCree; the other agent sitting on a chair in front of them, hands clasped between his spread knees; mouth a little open in reverence as he watches his fiance enjoy himself with another man.

Winston just about wants to die of embarrassment. He pulls back a bit, daring to let go with one large, shaking hand and trying to straighten his glasses – but Hanzo immediately utilizes his new freedom to move his hips; a slow, grinding rocking motion that makes Winston choke on his tongue, barrel chest expanding as he takes a massive breath.

Hanzo whines deep in his throat. His hole is slick and well-trained; gripping Winston and working him with internal muscles. He can feel it from the outside as well; Hanzo’s abdominal muscles clenching and relaxing beneath Winston’s sweaty hand.

“Y… You like that, babydoll?” McCree croaks, gaze feverish as Winston peers over Hanzo’s shoulder towards him. He looks like he is about to drool; tongue almost lolling out of his slack mouth, cheeks a ruddy red beneath his thick beard.

“He has such a nice cock,” Hanzo informs him slow and languid. He stops moving in favor of just feeling Winston inside him; reaching deep and spreading him unforgivably wide. “So big and warm… Love it so much…”

McCree nods along, eyes fixed on where Hanzo is being spread open wide, thighs splayed over Winston’s thick, hairy legs.

“Bet he can fill me up so well…” Hanzo continues, and Winston jerks when he feels his fingers on his sac, cupping and squeezing it as he stares straight into McCree’s flushed face. “He’s going to last me a while… Even if he fills me up now, he’ll be ready in no time. He’s got so much stored up in here…” He squeezes once more and Winston clenches his teeth, holding onto Hanzo’s sturdy hips with a bruising grip now, sweat prickling along his chest and arms and belly; everywhere dark hair dusts his skin.

“He’s not going to rabbit fuck me and leave me unsatisfied,” Hanzo purrs throatily and McCree groans at the not-so-veiled insult, hands moving, one of them gripping his knee, the other cupping his cock through his jeans.

“You big oafs have no idea how to use your cocks,” Hanzo says, but it does not sound like an insult; his voice is soft like he’s smiling, his insides rippling along Winston’s cock; and then he is moving again, slow and torturous and Winston goes nearly cross-eyed.

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It doesn’t surprise Jesse that he likes to get his mouth all over the pups; after all, they taste even more delicious than they look, and he’ll never get tired of the sounds they make – or how vigorously they reciprocate on the times they can be bothered to stop being little pillow princesses and crawl all over him to show him their love.

But it does surprise him how much he enjoys simply kissing them. As lewd as they normally are – showing him with no hesitation where they want him to please them – they are almost sweetly clueless about kissing.

Okami can rarely be coaxed into the action as is, but Lone Wolf cautiously loves it; he thrives the attention and closeness, and – especially now that Okami is right next to them, still shivering and near-purring – the single-minded focus that Jesse will grant him.

McCree hums, carefully pulling fingers from clutching, needy bodies; watching as a line of the slick he used earlier draws out wet and obscene from the swollen rim of Lone Wolf that quickly closes into a soft, distracting pout.

A portion of it inevitably gets stuck in the soft, dark fur of his tail, though Jesse can’t dredge up too much guilt over it – after all, he’ll be able to sit and watch the pups groom themselves afterwards while enjoying a cigarillo.

When he crawls up and nudges his nose against Lone Wolf’s cheek, he almost expects Okami to rear up, jealous and unhappy with the lack of attention, but a quick glance to his side shows him the critter isn’t paying them any mind – rather he is stretching and lazying around, carding sharp claws through his long hair and untangling a few knots from it.

His luck.

Jesse cards a hand through Lone Wolf’s hair, scratching between his big ears and watching with a smirk how he shudders; still oversensitive and needy. His chest is heaving deliciously, nipples big and plump looking even without him having paid any attention to them yet.

He leans down, breathing against the corner of Lone Wolf’s mouth, and the pup, in turn, immediately licks at his cheek. He still does not have the hang of the whole kissing business, but he is doing his best, bless his heart.

Jesse chuckles and shows him again, big body blanketing him; feeling the sturdy frame beneath his, thick muscles round and firm, cock wet and half-hard as it gets squished between their bellies.

Lone Wolf whines at that, ears swiveling back, eyebrows twitching together into a worried little frown – as if he doesn’t enjoy the additional stimulation; that little bit of dull, delicious pain that makes him squirm and open his mouth, panting into the kiss and passive as Jesse suckles at his lower lip and hums.

Next to them, Okami is stirring slowly and making to roll over, stretching sinuously, muscles rippling. Their time for sweet little make-out sessions is quickly coming to an end, but Jesse is determined to make the best out of it until Okami starts getting impatient with them.

With a Little Encouragement

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Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: McCree/Hanzo
Warnings: inverted nipples, clothing play (Hanzo wearing a bra)
Notes: A ko-fi commission for @mo-mouse! Thanks again for the tasty prompt and your support!

“Aw, darlin’. You look great.” McCree drawls, leaning back in his chair and appreciating the view.

Hanzo does his best not to squirm, the praise flushing his ears. He sticks his chest out that much more, face settling into the haughty confidence it usually exudes. His gi pools at his waist, the ill-fitting lace bra tugged down and bulging beneath the generous swell of Hanzo’s chest.

Hanzo looks incredible, disheveled and preening, but the thing McCree likes most are the soft, inverted peaks of his nipples, the tips hidden around the pink swell of his areola. With a raised eyebrow or crook of his finger, Hanzo would come to him. Instead, McCree asks out loud, loving how Hanzo reacts to his low, smoky words.

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Okami!Hanzo/Woof!McCree + owner!Genji Part 3

Hanzo had been a mean little bitch ever since Jesse pulled off of him, and Genji can’t find it in him to pity his pet as he gets pinned down and mounted by the hirsute canine.

Jesse had been patient enough, he supposes; enduring Hanzo showing off the sweet space beneath his tail, letting him sniff and occasionally lick at the warm, pouty hole just to be denied the second he made motions to mount up, and even going so far as letting Hanzo bite at him without defending himself.

Even now Genji can see a few purpling bruises on his arms and ribs – all in the distinct shape of Hanzo’s vicious teeth.

He is leaning back and sipping at his tea; sweet and absurdly tasty as he watches the display before him.

Jesse fights dirty, which is to no surprise at all. He utilizes the advantages of his bigger body ruthlessly, pinning Hanzo down with one large hand between his shoulder blades and the other on the side of his face, unselfconsciously mashing Hanzo’s head into the unforgiving floor as he carefully gets up onto the balls of his feet, tail wagging behind him like a big, shaggy raincloud.

Genji does feel a stab of worry when Jesse starts forcing his impressive cock into the purebred canine beneath him, but he supposes this is all for Hanzo’s own good: after all, if he is to be bred up by this large, hairy brute, he should at least tolerate getting fucked by the meaty girth of his ruddy cock.

Hanzo, as per usual, seems to think otherwise. By the time Jesse starts hunching down with intent, fucking forward in sharp, powerful thrusts, Hanzo is damn near frothing at the mouth in outrage, howling and clawing at the floor. His thighs are shaking, feet scrabbling as he tries and fails to find any kind of purchase or leverage to buck the heavy weight off of his back.

Genji, fascinated, slowly puts his tea to the side and leans forward. Watching his pets fuck is mesmerizing. The room’s air is thick with their stench in moments; Hanzo’s sweet-and-musky slick filling the air just as much as Jesse’s body working up a sweat.

For the longest time it feels like Hanzo will not calm down; that he will yowl like a disgruntled cat the whole way through his breeding, even when his belly is warmed by cock and his guts are getting sticky with his body’s own excited secretions. Genji is just wondering whether Jesse has any sort of contingency plan for afterwards, since it seems like Hanzo will surge around and rip out his throat the second he has an opportunity to do so, when Hanzo’s demeanour changes suddenly.

He becomes quiet, his outraged howls tapering off to breathless pants, eyes slitting in exhausted pleasure as Jesse keeps fucking, hips hunched and muscles trembling along his body as he keeps the awkward half-crouch across the other canine’s form.

Jesse, supremely unperturbed, shifts his broad hand from Hanzo’s face and replaces it with his tongue; liberally and eagerly licking at the other’s temple and jaw, sloppily grooming him while fucking in deep, sensuous strokes – as if this is normal; as if he has been waiting the whole time just for this… and Genji wonders if there is something he is missing altogether.

Jesse is crooning, fucking and grooming while Hanzo just takes it, jaw loose and tongue lolling out against the dirty floor: more undignified than Genji has ever seen him.

The sound of their coupling is gentle and wet; a squelching, suckling sound whenever Jesse moves his hips and slides his ruddy dog cock through Hanzo’s clenching, silky insides that seem to try so very hard to keep him inside and not let him go…

When Jesse knots, it is without any grandeur; just his incessant licking ceasing for a moment, face contorting and teeth gnashing as he suddenly shoves a little deeper, accompanied by a pathetic little yip of Hanzo who looks positively out of it –

and then it happens; the cessation of those wet, intriguing sounds followed by some more dribbling; a little, shy pitter-patter of liquid hitting the marble tiles of Genji’s floor, rapidly growing faster, until-

a hissing stream of urine hits the floor. Genji half-jerks from his reclining position, mouth dropping open as he hisses: “H-Hanzo!” but there is no way he could have stopped the flood now as Hanzo shakes beneath Jesse, stuffed full of his knot and submissively pissing on the ground beneath him, thighs shaking with exhaustion.

His eyes have rolled up into his head, face looking positively ecstatic as he wets himself; the stream of piss strong and hot enough that it gently steams.

Jesse is grinning broad and proud, tail wagging, and Genji weakly sinks back into his chair, one hand helplessly holding on to his cock through his robes as he watches the display.

This has been what he’d been hoping for all along, hasn’t it? Hanzo accepting Jesse as his stud… His prissy, well-bred Hanzo submissively pissing himself after getting dick so good that he seems to have forgotten how to behave…

Jesse is looking at him now, still grinning broad and shit-eating, tongue lolling, panting from fucking his bitch into the floor, and Genji has the distinct feeling that this is only the beginning… though he doesn’t quite know of what.

mchanzo stink kink??

Hanzo has been rubbing his face against Jesse’s chest for a good ten minutes now; mouthing at it, rubbing his lips against the crisp hair, the tip of his nose gently dragging through the unkempt fur.

Jesse’s first thought had been that the archer wanted to nurse and was too skittish to admit it; but his fingers when they joined in on the action were sure and unafraid to pinch the flat tips meanly between blunt nails or roll them and squeeze them between the rough pads until tears sprung up in Jesse’s eyes and he had to pant through his mouth like a dog.

No, Hanzo did not want to nurse on him, despite being seemingly so obsessed with his chest that he didn’t let him move from underneath him. It took Jesse a while to understand what he was so squeamish about; until he heard the soft little huffs of breath Hanzo took whenever he skirted closer to one of Jesse’s hairy pits, because Hanzo was so very diligent in not showing what got his gears good and going.

After that, it was easy to give him what he so obviously craved: McCree’s big paw curling around the sensible top knot he still wore, holding on fast even as Hanzo started squirming and protesting.

“Shhhh,” Jesse soothed, guiding Hanzo’s face – his nose – into his armpit with a little more force because he was pretty sure it was easier getting a cat into a bath than to help Hanzo Shimada to his luck.

“There ya go,” he croons finally as he has Hanzo’s face buried deep in the humid mess of his pit hair, face heating up as he tries to breathe through the tickling sensation of Hanzo’s breath – he is reasonably sure that Hanzo will castrate him if he laughs now.

Cautiously, he loosens the grip he has on the archer’s hair. By now he doesn’t need to force Hanzo any longer: he buries his face into the fragrant, warm place all on his own, moaning soft and delirious as he chokes himself on the thick smell.

demon hanzo fingering mccree and or worshiping his hole

“Stay,” the demon murmurs, voice a low, barely there growl. McCree is no small man by any means but this creature dwarfs him easily, and he has no desire to find out whether those fingernails are just as sharp as they look.

“You… you got it,” he croaks. The demon stays a bit longer just for good measure – he seems to relish the mix of terror and shameful arousal wafting off of McCree – before he breathes out in one long exhale, and makes his way down.

Moments later, his huge hands are spreading Jesse’s cheeks, and he can feel the warm gust of his breath tickling the generous curl of hair around his hole.

His belly clenches and toes curl.

“I.. ah…”

“You look like a beast here,” the demon muses. When Jesse glances back over his shoulder, the demon is hunkered down, milky, colorless eyes staring intently at his hairy, flexing hole.

He groans, slapping one palm across his face.

“What the hell…”

“You humans are so… unsophisticated,” the demon continues. He sounds strangely excited. Seconds later, his sinuous snake-like tongue is dragging through Jesse’s crack and probing at his hole. He cries out, fingers digging into the loose soil underneath, but the demon’s sharp claws dig into the meaty cheeks of his ass and quickly hinder him from crawling away.

“Stay, beast. I want to… explore.”

Jesse groans into his arms, thighs shimmying apart as the demon forces him to take the tongue that slips in and in and in; a muscular, wet intrusion that fills his guts and has him drool onto the forest floor like a dog as he tries to ride the feeling.

He feels strangely pregnant; something writhing in his belly while his cock is fat and ready though he is suitably sure there’ll be no warm hole for him to fuck tonight.

He shouldn’t have left the camp to take a leak. The boss said they should not wander off alone.

Jesse never had been good at taking commands.

Part 2 ^^ … hmm I don’t know if I should warn for incest since they’re not really brothers in the AU but Genji calls him big brother and in canon they are family so… ye I’ll warn for incest aöskfjaösklfj also kinda rape-play in this part. Hanzo loves it but he’s also a goddamn diva.

Part 1

Hanzo is draped across Genji’s lap once more as they watch Jesse getting groomed. The canine is as well-behaved as a show dog, sitting still and letting servants get at him with an utmost patience that Genji would not have anticipated from what was little more than a street urchin when compared to Hanzo’s flawless pedigree.

He is preening, too – especially when a young servant tries to tame the thick bush around his cock; broad shoulders straightening and sharp teeth flashing in a roguish grin towards Hanzo who sits up with a start and turns away.

He is skittish, cock plump and interested as it presses against the sheer silk of his garments – nothing hidden from Genji’s interested, amused gaze.

“Don’t play hard to get, big brother,” he purrs, fingertip tracing the pudgy mound of a nipple. Hanzo’s ears twitch and lower. He doesn’t like being made fun of, but he’s also a good puppy and has learned well over the years.

Genji is delighted.

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Their first coupling doesn’t go as smoothly as Genji would have liked, but only on account of Hanzo being a drama queen and insisting on making the loudest ruckus possible.

Jesse does not seem intimidated by the loud howling at least. Genji watches with a good amount of fascination as the large canine mounts his stocky bitch and presses Hanzo down with big paws on the back of his shoulders.

He holds him secure as his hips shimmy around, searching for that plush little gash he’s supposed to slip into, all the while his tail is wagging enthusiastically.

There is no second-guessing of when he manages to find his goal: Hanzo howls like he is being fucked on a red-hot poker, and Genji is under no illusion that he can feel each and every intimate centimeter of that big, fat doggy cock pounding into him.

Hanzo is not weak by any means; Genji can see his muscles tensing, preparing to buck his partner off, but Jesse has decidedly more leverage and keeps him down with ease as his tongue lolls out and his hips piston fast and merciless.

Hanzo’s sharp teeth clack audibly together as he’s getting rammed, his mesmerizing gold eyes rimmed with tears as the canine’s cock pushes deeper than any other device that Genji had ever used on him.

He crawls closer, fingertips scratching through Hanzo’s well-groomed beard, staring down into his teary face as his howling subsides in favor of pitiful whines that get drowned by the wet squelching sound of his hole working overtime to make the rough coupling as smooth as possible.

“I bet he’s so deep,” Genji murmurs, “bet his pretty cock can kiss up to your cervix…” Hanzo closes his eyes on a low, drawn-out groan. He looks tortured but there is colour in his cheeks, and his body starts relaxing; sinking into the ground as he calms down and accepts the mounting. “It’ll be no time at all until he breeds you up, Hanzo. After all, he can deposit his cream right where you need it, huh?”

Hanzo whimpers. His tail is curved helpfully to the side; offering his hole up as Jesse’s hands slip down from his mate’s shoulders, bracing himself against the floor next to his head. He leans down, tongue out and lovingly licking all over Hanzo’s shoulders and the back of his neck as his sharp thrusts slow down and become more powerful. Deeper.

Hanzo howls in his first show of real pain as the blunt, swollen head knocks against his cervix, and Genji is quick to shush him through it.

“You will learn to enjoy it,” he promises him, commiserating with his pup as Jesse gnaws at the flawless skin of his shoulder, already taken by the pretty purebred canine beneath him.

Genji shushes Hanzo as he is forced to take Jesse’s knot, and offers him his cock to lap at as he gets filled with his mates load to the brim, the frothy mess dripping out of his abused, gaping hole when Jesse finally pulls free some ten minutes later.

He is there immediately, lapping at the swollen, buttery soft rim, cleaning up his own cream as Hanzo weakly pushes it out again, bearing down to get rid of the hot mess in his belly.

Genji pats his head and down his trembling back. It wouldn’t do for him to do it when he was ready to be bred, but he would make arrangements to ensure the seed would stay where it needed to go instead of Jesse’s greedy belly or Hanzo’s trembling thighs.

Maybe a plug – or some special panties.

Okami!Hanzo/Woof!McCree Part 1

I really like this post by @mujaween and @kinkyhanzo and had to write a little something. Tho this is just the first part :3c there should be more parts coming.

The floor of Genji’s tent is covered in expensive carpets. He will only be making a short stop here, far outside the bounds of the bustling city, but he is unwilling to have his prized pet walk on the dirt. While usually this poses no problem, Genji has started to go to great pains ensuring Hanzo’s mood is kept up: everything to ensure a flawless first conception and pregnancy.

This much fuss would be too troublesome if they were to still travel the desert, but for the next year Genji has bought a little mansion within the city bounds – they would stay stationary and safe within easy reach of vets while Hanzo would be able to nest in peace and have his first pups in the lap of luxury.

For now, the lap of luxury for Hanzo is Genji’s lap: stretched out along the chaise lounge, clad in see-through veils that show off his pet’s muscular body while his shoulders are nestled in Genji’s lap and his white fur is getting idly pet.

He can see Hanzo’s thick tail out of the corner of his eyes, wagging softly as he watches the trader’s offer just as impassively as Genji himself is.

The breeding stud is burly and rough, dark brown fur barely brushed into a semblance of submission. He looks like he might have fleas but his muscles seem firm and his gaze is clear beneath the thick fringe. He has a lot of bravado, standing straight with his shoulders square, but his long tail wants to curve traitorously between his thighs.

He is not as uneffected as he wants to make them believe, and Genji is endeared by the notion. He has a soft spot for rowdy pets – the thought makes him idly tug on one of Hanzo’s soft ears.

“You could have made him a little more presentable,” he murmurs, leaning forward. The dog’s bound wrists want to hide the thick cock between his thighs but a tug on the chain has them pulled away so Genji can observe what is on offer while the trader does not rise to the bait. They have done transactions a few times, and he knows by now that Genji’s capricious quips are just to be ignored.

“Impressive,” Genji comments. He reaches out, fingertips lifting the dog’s resting cock. It’s as heavy as it looks, the testicles round and almost swollen looking even encased in thick, dark fur.

Hanzo has pulled back as Genji moved, and watches from the side while the dog lets himself get inspected, strong thighs trembling like a young colt’s. When Genji looks up, he sees the hirsute brute interestedly look Hanzo up and down, ears perked.

“MMMhhh…”, Genji hums and sits back, finger twirling. “I want to see all of him.”

As the dog obediently turns for them, letting them see his back, – Genji is intrigued by the sheer amount of fur; a thick line leading from beneath his hair down his spine and to where his tail protrudes… Hanzo is shockingly naked next to him – he turns towards his prized pup, fingers scratching at the white goatee.

“Do you like him?”

Hanzo’s indifferent mask cracks for a moment, something like uncertainty seen on his features as he casts glimpses at the large canine, then to the big cock gently swinging between his thighs.

He leans up, murmuring his worry into Genji’s ear, and Genji can’t help but laugh, fingertips lovingly tracing the silky edges of Hanzo’s ears.

“He’s not too big, silly. Don’t worry about that.” He can feel his grin getting broader; more predatory as he lets Hanzo lick the tips of his fingers. “If he doesn’t fit, I will make sure of it.”

He turns towards the trader.

“He is perfect. I will have him. What is his name?”

“Jesse, Lord.”