Tag: mchanzo

Humiliation and feminzation, mccree? Hanzo dolling mccree up all nice and pretty, then dicking down his sloppy ‘cunt’

For someone as large and hirsute as McCree, he enjoyed getting dressed up… a lot. Hanzo watched him impassively as he turned around in front of him, wearing an airy dress, the short skirt swishing around thick, hairy thighs. The straps looked even smaller across his broad shoulders.

“Lift your skirt,” Hanzo grunts, leaning back, ankle across his knee. He watches as Jesse flushes a dull red, becoming shy as he lets his large hands travel down, curling them around the hem of his skirt. He squirms for just a second before Hanzo’s unimpressed stare makes him comply, lifting the thin fabric up to his hips.

Hanzo clicks his tongue, the corners of his mouth pulling down.

“What’s that?” he murmurs, staring at McCree’s cock, naked and fat, hanging soft between his thighs. His balls are ruddy red and soft looking. Vulnerable as his face as he licks his lips, cheeks the color of bricks. “Good girls don’t walk around without panties,” Hanzo finally decrees.

“I thought you were a good girl.” His dark eyes flick up just for a second, gauging McCree’s reaction. His eyes become a bit misty, but his cock is filling out slightly; chubby and delicious looking. “Turns out you’re nothing but a slut, are you?”

Hanzo leans forward, sliding two fingers beneath the tip of McCree’s cock; lifting it away from his balls. It is girthy, the weight making his mouth water. He tugs at the silky slip of foreskin, and looks up sharply when Jesse just about tamps down on a whimper.

“Really?” he sneers, “Doesn’t take much to get you excited, does it? Just someone to touch your clit and you’re ready to go.”

Jesse’s cheeks darken, eyes slanting to the side. His toes curl into the rug, knuckles going white with the tight grip he has on the skirt. A huge bear of a man chastised to speechlessness by just a few carefully placed words.

Hanzo scoffs; a soft sound of disgust as he lets go of Jesse’s cock; watching it bob and fill out steadily beneath his gaze. He slaps two fingers against the hidden glans, just to hear Jesse choke on spit, and to watch it bounce anew.

“Well then. Cheap little whores get exactly what they deserve, wouldn’t you agree?”

Jesse looks teary but excited, biting his lip, chin wobbling faintly beneath his scruffy beard. He nods and Hanzo leans back once more, enjoying the view presented; Jesse’s biceps tensing deliciously, as he makes himself keep still for Hanzo’s viewing pleasure – he hadn’t gotten the command to let go of his skirt, after all.

“Turn around and bend forward. I want to see your cunt.”

Jesse starts shuffling around, cock fat and bobbing, so very excited by the proceedings. Hanzo smirks.

can we get some breeding kink mchanzo?

hhgggx:

WHEW this got away from me!

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“Yeah, that’s it– that’s it, right there–”

Hanzo’s hips still. His face is red, his chest heaving from exertion. He haphazardly pushes a lock of his hair out of his sweaty face before leaning down to mouth at McCree’s shoulder. 

“Do you ever–” He punctuates with a roll of his hips, “Stop– talking–?” 

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re: that one ask about pup-mccree having a little accident — what about pupcree who submissive pees when he gets excited? he just cant help himself. he’s not even out of his people clothes when hanzo breaks out the collar and leash and he’s just too excited to play with his master that he rolls onto his back at hanzo’s feet and wets himself (hanzo thinks it’s cute, cooing humiliating puppy talk while groping mccree’s wet, hard crotch, letting him hump frantically into his soggy drawers)

cyberrat:

oooohhh shit. OOOOHHHH SHIIIIEEETTTT

that’s my goddamn jam right there. that’s such a hot concept. I loooove submissive wetting; but puppy McCree being so excited he can’t help but piss is so good????? fuck… and Hanzo being all into that. probs leashing McCree and curling it a few times around his fist while letting him hump up into his hand.

Jesse showing his belly is so good…

His eyes are already docile and warm when Hanzo turns around and presents him with the collar. Jesse never has problems getting into the mindset but this time it seems to have happened like flipping a switch: one moment he is calm, albeit exhausted from training – the next he is puppy eager, focused solely on the supple length of leather in Hanzo’s palms.

He practically falls unto all fours, looking up at Hanzo with a look of utter adoration.

“There’s a good boy,” Hanzo murmurs. When he steps close, Jesse rolls onto his back, whining. Eager. Hanzo’s lips curl into an amused half-smirk.

“Not so quick. We still need to get you out… of…” He trails off, halting mid-stride eyes zeroing in on the dark patch rapidly spreading in Jesse’s crotch.

Jesse is panting fast and eager, body squirming faintly with his big hands at his shoulders and his legs tucked up, knees against his ribs. He whines at Hanzo’s perplexed scrutiny. The fabric of his jeans seems to be oversaturated; a thick stream of his piss emerges in a small arc, the liquid gathering in a warm puddle beneath his ass.

Finally, Hanzo finds his voice once more, hand curled in a tight fist around the collar as he steps closer and sinks down onto his knees – Jesse lifting his chin and showing off his throat.

“You’ve been that eager to play, hm? What an eager puppy… I think we’ll have to housetrain you again…

Overwatch Fic Compilation Vol. 6

cyberrat:

It’s out now and has, as usual, an eclectic mix of pairings and kinks if I do say so myself. 

As per usual it is priced at a minimum of 5 bucks (a little more or a little less depending on your currency) with the option of paying more if you feel like it. You can buy via PayPal or CreditCard and the whole process is anonymous; the information about what you have bought will not be plain to see (for those worried about the name of the product showing up somewhere).

You can buy it >>>here<<<!

The Fic Compilation this time includes:

Reinhardt/Hanzo – Dom/sub; mild breathplay – Hanzo is a good sub but sometimes he needs a bit of help to stay still and accept what his Dom wants to do to him. He loves when Reinhardt give him no wriggle room whatsoever…

Genji/Reaper – Double Penetration – An encounter between Reaper and Genji just to the side of the battle field. Reaper is very… inventive when it comes to utilizing his smoke…

Reaper/Soldier76 (Overwatch era) – Somnophilia – Jack is perpetually horny when it’s about his friend’s generous ass. Gabriel couldn’t be more unimpressed, especially after a long day of rigorous training with his Blackwatch recruits. He just wants to sleep – and Jack doesn’t think that that poses a problem…

McCree/Hanzo – SmallPenis(consensual)Humiliation – Hanzo has a small dick and gets off on Jesse telling him just how laughable it is. Jesse indulges him frequently in little roleplays…

Genji/McCree – Body Appreciation – McCree is like a lifeline to Genji; he is everything the cyborg is not (he thinks): first and foremost, a steady, patient presence in his life. Genji thinks about how dear Jesse is to him while he makes him squirm on his massaging fingers…

Each fic is about 1400 words long, meaning had they been regularly commissioned, a single fic would have been about 14 bucks. At 5 for all, that is a real bargain :3

Again, you can buy it >>>here<<< and thank you very much for your support, I hope you will have tons and tons of fun with it!

Another experiment. I never wrote docking before and I got… ~alerted~ to longer-than-average foreskins… I feel like this experiment went better than the last 

@kirinlust @bonebo 

McCree’s cock was… fascinating. Hanzo has never played with one that  made him work to get his tongue at the glans; hidden in velvety foreskin even when fully erect; so erect that it was hanging at an awkward half-mast; trying to stand up but too heavy with blood to actually do so.

He’s never played with a cock that had such a generous fold of foreskin; one that he could suckle into his mouth, tongue questing to dip into the opening, searching for the blunt, sticky tip of McCree’s cock beneath.

McCree seemed to love it. There was no self-consciousness in his demeanor; he groaned and shifted, hips lifting, offering up his cock, watching with heavy lidded eyes as Hanzo slurped and sucked; getting everything messy with spit because there was no way he could neatly play with McCree’s cock; not when it felt so good to wriggle his tongue into the silky folds of the hood covering McCree’s glans and try to wriggle between foreskin and tip; lapping at the generous amounts of pre-cum gathered there.

The best – the most fascinating – thing about the whole situation, however, was when McCree half rolled on top of him with a low grunt, body hot and heavy against his side, murmuring: “Watch this” as he palmed his large fist around his big cock and jerked off lazily; showing Hanzo for a few moments how the foreskin would roll down and show off the smooth, wet tip of his cock before practically snapping across it once again; tight and a little rubbery and making Hanzo’s mouth water.

It was not the only thing – the main thing – that Jesse wanted to show him, though.

What he did want to show him was how good his foreskin felt around his cock – lining both of them up, tip to tip, his large fist having pulled back just to slowly glide upwards again; Hanzo watching, eyes wide, mouth hanging open as Jesse’s foreskin slipped smoothly across the wide head of his fat cock; and then easily – laughably so – enveloped the tip of his own dick.

It was… it was embarrassing; maybe even humiliating to watch how far it could engulf him; Jesse’s fingers eager to manipulate the silky skin; pulling and tugging on it, making it stretch farther to encompass more of Hanzo’s admittedly small cock… engulfing it more than halfway down before there really was no give any more to have – and Hanzo…

Hanzo couldn’t believe the feeling; the heat of the velvety skin around him; the wetness as Jesse’s generously leaking pre-cum seeped down and began wetting him; smoothing the way for Jesse to curl his big fist around the join of their cocks and jerk them off together, the movement not much but making Hanzo want to fuck forward; fuck into Jesse’s foreskin like he would deep dick a fleshlight.

Tears shot into his eyes, nose running as he felt the intense pleasure of bumping their sensitive tips together while getting fucked by Jesse’s generous, his… his long foreskin.

“Oh God,” he grunted, teeth gnashing, hand jerking up to claw at Jesse’s bicep. “Oh God…” He is wheezing, abdomen hot, cock jerking as the smaller tip bumps against Jesse’s dick; then glances off, dragging in a small circle around the fat glans; pressing against his foreskin from the inside until Jesse’s nostrils flare and he breathes deeper. Heavier.

Hanzo comes too fast. Way too fast. Humiliatingly fast. He jerks and gurgles, swallowing down the warning that would have come too late anyway as his hips start jerking and he does fuck Jesse’s foreskin after all, little aborted minute thrusts as he creams inside the silky folds until it bubbles out around his cock in an unbelievable mess.

Jesse slowly pulls back, dark eyes turned down, watching how rosy Hanzo’s cock looks even beneath the smear of cum. He keeps staring as he begins jerking himself; using Hanzo’s cum in his foreskin as lube; grunting low at the filthy squelching noises it makes.

That’s it, keep cumming – mchanzo pls?

“Thaaat’s it,” McCree croons, eyes alight on Hanzo’s face. It is twisted, eyes clenched shut, teeth bared; glinting with sweat as he shudders, the impressive muscles of his belly clenching again and again. “Keep coming, babydoll.”

Hanzo’s hands are at his head, fingers curled into his palms. That he hasn’t tried to reach for Jesse yet – tried wrenching his hand away from his cock or push his fingers out from his ass – speaks volumes about the insane self-discipline of his submissive.

He can’t believe how much Hanzo is coming; how his cock hasn’t stopped lazily drooling cum for almost a minute now – the wet dick flexing in McCree’s loose grip as his fingers press against Hanzo’s prostate with unrelenting but gentle pressure, minutely rubbing to stimulate him.

There are tears at the corners of his eyes, and as Jesse watches, one tear rolls down his his temple, vanishing in his greying hair. He looks like he is being tortured; the pool of cum on his stomach widening and slipping in sticky drops down the sides of his shivering belly.

“Good boy. That’s it. Damn, babydoll… you were being so good for me, were you? Not touching your pretty cock for days, just like I said… look how much you can come for me.”

Hanzo’s jaw unclenches for just a moment; long enough to let him sob, his head throwing back, throat stretched and bulging, flushing a dark red as he keeps coming on Jesse’s finger, his body shaking and hips jerking in small thrusts up and back; jittery as if he were being electrocuted – more tears slipping from his eyes.

“Just a little longer,” Jesse croaks, boyishly fascinated by Hanzo’s absolute submission. “Just a tiny bit longer.”

As much as he loved it – how his daddy fucked him slowly, deeply, overwhelming him till his awareness became nothing but the cock filling him, he hated how lazy he would be. Especially when he said “how about you choose darling'” already reclining against the mass of pillows behind him.

Because Jesse knew how this would go; Hanzo crawling towards him, mouth already watering at the sight of the dark, fat cock lying in the crease of one thigh. 

He’d do all the work; drooling all over it in his greed to fuck his throat, going cross-eyed with the intense presence of Jesse all around him; his large thighs bracketing him securely; his warmth almost sweltering; his scent overpowering his senses – and McCree would simply enjoy the attentions, playing with Hanzo’s hair idly, calling him the sweetest pet names and sometimes, occasionally he would lift his sturdy hips and nudge his cock just a little deeper to hear Hanzo gag on it; see his eyes fill up with tears.

“That’s it,” he’d coo, “You love Daddy’s cock.”

And Hanzo did. He loved Jesse’s dick; he loved his huge, hairy thighs and his wide, sturdy hips. He loved his hirsute belly and broad shoulders. He loved how broad he was; so broad that even a grown men like he was feeling dwarfed and small. 

Secure.

Stupidly, idiotically secure to a point he whispered the endearment once as he rode him, everything so overwhelming, so all consuming, his leg stumps tingling and his fingers twisting into McCree’s chest hair as he took all of his cock until he was sure he had to feel it in the back of his throat; and he’d not even realized he’d whimpered a small, pathetic sounding ‘Daddy’ in midst of the throaty, animalistic groans…

He’d just love it even more if Daddy would dick him down with it too; hold him against the mattress and make him take it. Fill him up until Hanzo felt like begging him to stop; that there couldn’t be even an inch more he could take; that Jesse had to stop cramming that fat, heavy cock into him because otherwise he had to… he… had to…

“Please,” Hanzo whispers, eyes clenched shut, high cheekbones dark with color. He is not well suited to begging. He feels exposed and ridiculous. Enough so that he can feel himself getting mean; can feel the sharp edges just beneath his skin, threatening to lash out at Jesse if he so much as chuckled right now-

“Aw hell, darlin,” the man rumbles. He can hear him move and shift around. He can feel him, too; the mattress dipping and groaning under his weight. “How could I say no to such a sweet invitation?”

And Hanzo gets what he wants – just not in the way he envisioned. It is so much… so much better as McCree crawls over him like a mountain, his strong barrel chest to Hanzo’s shoulder blades, pressing him down as an affectionate, scruffy chin nuzzles the side of his face.

He can barely breathe beneath him. McCree is pressing him down and filling him up in little rolls of his meaty hips and Hanzo can barely get in enough air to gasp.

Jesse fucks like a wave; slow and gentle and unrelenting and Hanzo just about manages to curl his arms around the man’s biceps and hold on as he lets himself get washed away; eyes wide open and unseeing, groaning low, throaty ‘Daddy’s and then, when his cock – wet and swollen and trapped somewhere in the tangle of sheets – jerks and his balls start pulsing in a way that is almost painful, he croaks one ‘Otōsan’.

“My sweet boy,” Jesse sighs above him, one huge paw curling beneath Hanzo’s throat, thumb and forefinger framing his jaw; cradling his chin on his palm as he rocks into him; his orgasm not anywhere close. “Daddy’s so proud of you. Giving him your gorgeous body. What a good little boy you are.”

Drunk McCree and sober Hanzo getting it on; Hanzo loves McCree’s dick any which way. McCree is all on board for the worship.

“Don’t think I’ll be up to snuff for any playin’ tonight, babydoll,” Jesse murmurs. It is barely coherent, his lips move but the sounds that come out seem to lack behind the intended meaning of the words.

He stinks of cheap whiskey and wine. When Hanzo pushes him to fall onto the bed whatever patch of skin that can be seen above his wild, tangled beard becomes worryingly green before he takes deep breaths and relaxes again.

“That wasn’t very nice of you,” he slurs, feet weekly kicking at Hanzo as he crawls onto the bed. “Why’re you so mean to me, baby?”

“Because you’re too slow.”

“Whassat now?” McCree tries to glance down at him but the effort – or motion – seems not to sit well with him so he starts patting downwards, huge paw of a hand missing several times before it lands heavily on Hanzo’s head and holds on to the tight knot of hair he finds there.

Hanzo grunts and shakes his head once but Jesse is not being dissuaded and he doesn’t care enough to make him let go.

What he cares about is working apart the fly of McCree’s jeans and reach in so he can fish around the warm, humid confines of his boxershorts for the prize he’s been lusting after all afternoon – prowling through base in search for the man that unfortunately was attached to such a marvelous cock, only to find out he’s been out trying to get himself blackout drunk.

“Babydoll?” McCree slurs. He grunts when Hanzo’s fingers finally slip into the slit in front of his shorts and encounter the sweat-tacky forest of his pubes. “Really. Don’ think I’ll be up to any-”

“Quiet.” Hanzo leans down, head pillowed on McCree’s thick thigh. He looks peaceful as a kitten in that moment, breathing deep, trying not to show how much he enjoys McCree’s unwashed drunken state as he carefully fishes his dick out of his underwear.

If only he were as sweet as one; alas, even in his inebriated state McCree knows not to touch when he hasn’t been explicitly invited to.

Hanzo sighs through his nose when the dark, fat cock finally is in view. It is soft and warm in his hand, but still heavy enough to make him hot and horny. Seldom has he seen such a nice, girthy dick. One that he could play hours with if only its Master wasn’t so very… clingy.

He plays with the foreskin; rubs his thumb across the generous silky folds, wriggling it through the opening and carefully touching the tip to the blunt, tacky glans underneath.

He wonders if McCree went for a piss halfway through his drinking. The thought of him not properly shaking off makes his belly hurt with need. He can feel his face burn, mouth overflowing with saliva – but McCree is still watching him with bleary eyes.

“Sweetheart,” Jesse whines when Hanzo moves his fingers; lets the warm cock slide through them in practiced ease, pushing down on the loose skin to get at the fat tip. It’s rare that Hanzo is willing to do all the work and the fact that his cock is not responding – even with the sight of the handsome archer’s lips wet and ready just inches away – is killing him.

Hanzo ignores him. It’s like Jesse doesn’t exist: only the lazy girth of his goddamn dick – and anything else between his legs, come to think of it.

He watches as Hanzo leans forward, nose burying against the base of his cock, eyes fluttering close as he takes in deep, slow breaths, and fuck Hanzo has never done that before but the sight of him burying his regal nose in the unkempt tangle of Jesse’s pubes is so good so hot… and his dick is still not moving even an inch. It’s fucking lying there and taking all the little kitten licks and loving rubs of Hanzo’s cheeks, and Jesse wants to goddamn die because Hanzo was never this sweet to him.

Only to his fucking dick, it seemed. Cuddling with the goddamn thing like it’s his boyfriend, almost cooing before he starts tonguing the soft opening of his foreskin, pretty eyes slitted in satisfaction, cheeks a dull crimson.

He’s gonna jerk off on it, he suddenly thinks; the only clear thought in his muddled brain – and he knows it will happen with such a surety that he can see it in his mind’s eye. Hanzo straddling him and bracing himself on the sturdy expanse of his gut; not sparing a glance at him as he frantically rubs one out, aiming his dick to cream all over the flushed red cock he dragged out to play with.

Goddamn marking his territory like a fucking cat or something.

“You’re gonna kill me, babydoll,” he whines, digging in his booted feet and lifting thick hips in a lame parody of fucking. He can’t muster up any more coordination than that and his cock can’t even slap against Hanzo’s pretty face because it’s in a secure, deadly grip and McCree might be blackout drunk but he definitely was not the damned fool to try and take his dick away from Lord Shimada.