10th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 9th Fill

BakuDeku – direct sequel to this – puppy play; rough treatment; watersports; dominance display; restraints – Deku needs to establish who is top dog.

There’s saliva dripping to the floor as Bakugo sits back on his heels, head hung low, chest pumping as he pants. He’s been trying for a while with more and more desperation to get the muzzle off but nothing has worked.

Midoriya has been sitting on his hands for the better part, less he’d give in and help his puppy out of the restraint. When Bakugo glances up at him, he quickly schools his expression into something hard and neutral.

There’s sweat beading along Bakugo’s hair line. There’s no doubt his hands are just as damp, but there’s no sign of him using his quirk. He looks like he’s absolutely hating every second of what’s happening to him, but he’s not using any of the outs available to him.

When he seems to have caught his breath, he throws himself into the second round: putting himself flat on the ground and using his curled-up hands to try and push the muzzle off of his face.

Midoriya watches him for a while before deciding that he’s been playing at being a brat for long enough.

He stands abruptly. That gets Bakugo’s attention. His red eyes look murderous as he stares warily at Midoriya, but he does not back away when he starts to advance on him.

He bares his teeth and growls ferociously as Midoriya squats in front of him, but that is all.

“Good boy,” Midoriya murmurs and pats his head. There’s no hesitation there. His face is set in grim determination. Bakugo stills for a second, his eyes holding a curious squinting expression as he seems to think things through.

Then he pushes his head into Midoriya’s palm.

.o.

It is not like he’s capitulated; he’s just shifted tactics. Bakugo is a wily little pup. One that has been horribly spoiled up until now; and while Midoriya does not know whether he’ll be able to train him, he is at least willing to try.

Bakugo might have thought he’d quickly lull him into getting the muzzle off of him, because when Midoriya does not do so and instead divests his puppy of his clothes to get his hand on his dick – already standing at attention; as ruddy red as Bakugo’s neck becomes when he’s screaming his head off in rage – he starts becoming rude again.

He snaps at Midoriya, then, when Midoriya doesn’t so much as flinch, tries to headbutt him.

That earns him a big, rough hand in his neck almost slamming his face into the floor.

Midoriya is on him a heartbeat later, his knee digging between Bakugo’s shoulder blades.

“*Bad* boy, Kacchan,” he hisses. He fumbles with something Bakugo can’t see and a moment later, he collars him with a wide strip of leather. “You’re not getting a treat like this!”

He pulls him roughly at the collar and Bakugo has to scramble to follow, lest he’ll be choked. He’s off-balance, trying to figure out Midoriya’s next move, but since he’s not behaving like usual, he does not have any frame of reference to go on.

“I think you need to understand who is in charge here, Kacchan,” Midoriya says ominously, his voice wavering only slightly.They’re in the bathroom now, and Bakugo starts vaguely panicking, but his uncoordinated attempts at bracing himself on the slick tiles are thwarted by Midoriya simply dragging him along with a hand around his collar.

He shoves him into the shower stall, and stares down at his puppy. Bakugo’s red eyes are wide, his mouth behind the muzzle a soft ‘o’ of surprise as he just watches Midoriya fumble with his pants.

He can feel his ears slowly starting to grow hot. He can’t look into Bakugo’s eyes when he pulls his cock out, but then kicks himself mentally and takes a deep breath. He has to be dominant.

He has to be dominant.

“*I* am the one in charge, Kacchan,” he tells him with a firm voice. “You have to behave.”

As Bakugo stares at him, confused and a bit frightened – and God… it should not turn him on so much – he realizes he’s still hard; his gorgeous cock still standing at attention for Midoriya. Deku.

Bakugo is too surprised to do anything when the piss hits him first. He jerks and makes a weird whining sound, almost questioning, but does nothing else. Then the situation seems to click and he wants to… do *something*, squirm away maybe, but Deku has his hand around his collar again in no time.

He twists until Bakugo has to follow it, one shoulder tilting towards the ground, the other up; face inevitably turning right into the hot spray of piss as Deku holds him in place and makes him take it.

He can see the absolute shock and disgust in Bakugo’s face, but when the warm liquid starts pooling in his crotch, his hips make a canine jerk upwards and his eyes become unfocused.

“There you go,” Midoriya croons under his breath, his face probably ridiculously hot. “There’s a good puppy. I’ll make sure you know who owns you…”

He stares at Bakugo’s mouth; pink and soft and slack. He thinks about him being better behaved; of being able to take the muzzle off of him so he can drag his face between his thighs and have him rim him like a good puppy.

When he’s done, it is very quiet in the bathroom, safe for both their heavy breathing. Kacchan’s eyes are heavy lidded. He looks absolutely out of it.

Eventually, he leans forward and starts nuzzling against Deku’s soft, spent dick.

7th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 6th Fill

McReyes – Puppy Play; Training; Blow Job; Facial – It’s been a long day for Gabriel and Jesse and they just want to relax…

As disobedient as Jesse is outside their little games, as obedient he is when he’s got his collars and mittens on and is called “Mutt”.

It never fails to give Gabriel a jolt of unbridled, perverse joy at having Jesse sit and lie and roll over at just a small command. He’d never have figured that it would work so well on the rebellious man. That something as simple as a bit of kinky sex would get him glassy eyed and quiet, cock sitting up at attention just as much as the young man himself.

He knows that Jesse loves being a puppy. That he loves the simplicity of it; that he can show Gabriel what he wants and how he wants it without that ever-present shame burning in the background. A shame that he’s been taught by his previous masters that have been just as delighted by McCree’s seemingly inherent depravity but been intent on wielding that knowledge like a weapon. Ready to use it to keep Jesse down and in line.

They’ve used him up; used how much he *loves* cock and made sure he’d damn near hate himself for it. As a puppy, though… There’s nothing simpler than being a well-loved pup. He doesn’t have to think much, doesn’t have to make own decisions.

He only has to follow Gabriel’s precise orders… and while he’s had to get used to it, he’s learned to adore it. Enough so, that it only takes Gabriel helping him into his mittens to make him excited, tongue lolling and cock fattening.

“Alright,” Gabriel murmurs when he’s got the collar on him, successfully dodging every attempt of the puppy to nuzzle into him and make itself comfortable. Jesse looks at him with tired dark eyes. The day had been full of drills and little down time, and it shows.

“You be a good boy and sit at me feet until I am done working.” He’s not had him sit still for long as a puppy yet, but he does not mention it. He’s learned early on that Jesse does not react well to any kind of pressure. He likes playful training and treats if he’s done something right, and Gabriel is more than willing to adjust his teaching methods accordingly. Play time is not only for Jesse to relax, after all.

He grunts as he gingerly lowers himself into his chair. It’s been an exhausting day for him, too. Still, he has to work on a few reports before he can call it quits. Jesse is still sitting in the middle of the room, watching him with a kind of vacant, dreamy look until he snaps his fingers and points to the spot next to his heavy boots.

“Sit.”

Jesse crawls over. He’s filled out a lot these past months; he’s left the scrawny kid behind in favor of a tall, broad-shouldered young man, and when he moves, the muscles in his back shift deliciously. Distractingly.

He sits where Gabriel has indicated, and after a few moments, slowly hunkers down into a more comfortable position that lets him doze. Gabriel lets him do as he pleases, looking at him only a few more moments before turning towards his work.

The sooner he starts, the sooner he is done.

.o.

“You remember how to do this, don’t you? It’s been a while…” Gabriel cards his fingers through Jesse’s hair. The pup has been dozing away and stares at him now blearily, obviously struggling to orient himself again.

His mouth opens and for a second Gabriel thinks he might talk, but then he just licks his lips and jawns until Gabriel can hear his jaw crack. He changes his grip and starts rubbing underneath his chin, thick fingers scratching at his beard.

“Up on the bed, Mutt.” Jesse perks up a bit at that. He crawls towards the bed slowly and laboriously as he struggles to regain the feeling in his limbs. Gabriel follows, hands already working at his belt. When Jesse is on the mattress, he immediately angles his hairy ass into the air, wagging it.

Gabriel snorts and clicks his tongue, kicking off his pants and sliding into a sitting position at the top of the bed.

“No, I thought of something else. Come here.”

He has to shield his cock with a hand from Jesse’s immediate and enthusiastic consent, other hand fisting in his thick hair to hold him away.

“Easy now. Slow.” He carefully lets go of Jesse’s hair and the pup’s eyes are fixed on his face as he leans down and carefully licks at the exposed tip just about peeking out above Gabriel’s fist.

“That’s it… that’s the ticket…” His nostrils flare as he sighs through them, eyes falling closed. He leans his head back, fist becoming more generous and sliding down; exposing more of his dick for Jesse’s greedy tongue.

“Just like I taught you,” he mumbles, free hand rubbing idle patterns into Jesse’s scalp. There’s something to be said about the simple eagerness of Jesse as a puppy. He uses too much spit and drools everywhere, but he’s so in love with Gabriel’s cock that he can’t bring himself to reprimand him for the sloppy work.

He’d never be as calm and happily following his instincts if he were ‘human’.

Gabriel lets him lick his fill, his warm, slippery tongue zeroing in on the tip when he realizes that salty pre-cum is starting to ooze out, and every insistent swipe has the thick muscles in Gabriel’s thighs jump. He moves his hand slowly, jerking off as he stares at Jesse’s dreamy face. How slack it has gotten, focused on lapping at the fat cock offered to him and not needing to do anything but keep going, keep inhaling the thick musk Gabriel knows he’s sporting after a long, arduous day-

and when Gabriel grunts: “Now. Open up. Be a good pup-” he looks damn near ecstatic, eyelids fluttering, mouth open and tongue hanging out while Gabriel aims and shoots in thick, creamy ropes across his tongue and chin and nose.

He’s just… so happy as a pup.

I AM HERE FOR PUPPY BAKUGOU. I love your petplay stuff in general. But the thought of Deku training bakugou is choice. Like outwardly nervous, but later, you know kacchan is going on a ride.

omg right

Deku nervously stuttering and barely daring to touch Bakugo because he’s being a little bastard and is growling and snapping at Deku’s fingers. I mean like… goood yess…

They had both agreed to it, somehow, but Midoriya was having second thoughts now whether Bakugo actually wants to try being a puppy or just wanted an opportunity to bite him.

He is crouching on the floor, back round, shoulders up, growling in a low, frightening cadence that grows the closer Midoriya tries to come, voice shaking, fingers trembling.

“C-Come on. Be… be a good puppy, now, okay? K-Kacchan?”

It doesn’t work, obviously, because Bakugo is difficult and Midoriya has no authoritative bone in his body. Still, it hurts to see the bitter, resignated hurt on Bakugo’s face when he has to step back and lean over, taking deep, shuddering breaths because Midoriya doesn’t think for a second that Bakugo wouldn’t bite him viciously if he got close enough.

They don’t talk about it, and Bakugo leaves shortly after, very quiet and very grumpy looking.

Midoriya wonders what he wants from him; that of course he wouldn’t damn touch him if he was acting like a feral wolf. He couldn’t just… just force him to play along…

Midoriya stares ahead at the door Bakugo had left through, deep in thoughts as something clicks inside his head.

When Bakugo visits him the next time, he is not prepared for Midoriya’s hand on his throat, slamming him against the closed door.

“I want to play again,” he tells him in no uncertain terms before Bakugo can shake off his surprise. He sounds a lot more firm and sure than he actually feels. He wonders if Bakugo feels how sweaty his hand is, but if he does, he doesn’t comment on it for once. Rather, he squints at Midoriya, upper lip twitching in a confused snarl.

“What?”

“I want to play again. Go and be a good puppy in he living room.” His hand slides around, gripping the back of Bakugo’s neck rudely; shoves him away from the door and towards the living room.

“Go.”

Bakugo rolls his head around his neck, lifts his shoulders, tugs on the sleeves of his jacket. He glances back at Midoriya, an unholy expression on his face as he starts grinning.

“You want to play, Deku? Want to fail again?” He turns away, starts making his way towards the room. “No skin off my nose.”

He is being flippant about it, but Midoriya can tell he is trying to figure out what’s different this time; why good old, fumbling, stuttering, too-good-for-this-world Deku is acting the way he does.

Midoriya doesn’t intent to let him get his footing back. Having Bakugo off-balance is the only way for him to make this work.

He hides the muzzle behind his back for the longest time, forcing his legs to make step after step towards the feral creature Bakugo has become in the few minutes he’s left him alone.

When he pulls it out, there’s a stutter in Bakugo’s growl, his head snaps up, confusion on his face, staring at the device, and Midoriya pounces, putting the muzzle in place, and snapping the clasp shut just on the tail end of Bakugo’s first furious headshake.

He steps back hurriedly, watching as Bakugo gets up from his crouch to stand on all fours, shaking his head viciously left to right, trying to shake the muzzle loose.

Midoriya’s first fear – that Bakugo would use his hands to get the muzzle off – is dashed when his puppy puts his head to the ground and tries to push the straps off with hands held as paws.

Midoriya’s heart finally starts to slow down from the mad dash. He admits freely that he is still very much afraid of Bakugo, but having him muzzled and obviously willing to play along is doing wonders for him.

He slowly sits down, watching Bakugo growl and try desperately to get the muzzle off.

Midoriya is patient, however. He is willing to wait his Bakugo’s temper tantrum out and start training the feral pup properly.

(male titles used for Damien’s genitals)

Robert is a needy puppy; while Betsy snores in front of the fireplace, all fours in the air, her Master is trying so very desperately to get his Master’s attention.

He’s whining, crawling further between Damien’s thighs, nosing at the crotch of his shorts and sniffing at them.

Damien clucks his tongue in reprimand; tilts his book to the side and glances at his puppy from above his glasses.

“Well behaved dogs don’t do that,” he murmurs, but can’t help scratching beneath Robert’s chin. He knows he is too lenient to properly train his pup, but Robert is looking too good on his knees, a pretty bloodred collar around his dark throat.

His eyes are heavy lidded; sensual despite the fact that they clearly stem from sleeplessness.

“I want to finish the chapter,” he tells him sternly, but Robert whines and turns his head, licking against his palm, and… well. Damien has always been weak for puppies.

He sighs and opens his legs farther; laughs breathlessly when he can barely manage to tug the leg of his shorts to the side far enough to expose himself. Robert is there with hot, needy breaths, nosing against the back of his hand and with his tongue already out and lapping.

He is sloppy, drooling liberally, but a hand in his hair, gently tugging at the roots, has him groaning and dropping fast.

He is a messy boy; but a good one. He sucks cock like he’s been born to do it; pouty lips warm and pliable around Damien’s dick; tongue so very cheeky as it flicks against the underside, then cradles it; swollen and plump while Robert looks up at him with adoring, dark eyes.

He whines, and shakes his hips, the perky tail attached to his plug wagging through the air; causing vibrations that make him groan deep in his chest.

“You’re a happy puppy, aren’t you?” Damien sighs, fucking against Robert’s eager tongue; pulling him close with two fists of hair to force his mouth against his cock; make him pay special attention to the needy swell of it.

“Never gonna let you go back to the pound.” His eyes flutter closed behind his glasses, head tilting back, hips fucking up against his puppy’s mouth. “You’re such a sweet boy. So well trained. Your previous owner didn’t know how to treat you right, hmm?”

Robert whines again; a little whimpery and nervous, and when Damien glances down at him, there’s a steep fold between his eyebrows.

“Oh don’t look like that, baby. I know just what my puppy needs when he feels needy…” He rubs a hand across Robert’s dark, freckled back, then tips his chin up with the other hand. His mouth is sticky and wet. A messy boy.

“Go and fetch my harness, puppy. Then I’m going to mount you like you need.”

So!

I asked @shockbabe whether I could write a ficlet accompanying their fucking gorgeous pic of McCree and Hanzo with like the thiccest, most delicious McCree ever and they were veeery gracious in allowing me <33333 thankss!!

so yis. This is basically just a love letter to thicc!McCree. And puppy play. And loving Hanzo.

mostly thicc McCree though because goddamn.

When Hanzo came back to his rooms – lunch tray in hand – McCree had already stripped out of his clothes and taken his place in the middle of the room where he knelt, and immediately lit up at seeing his Master. He looked comfortable with the situation and the world at large, scars glinting silkily on his brown skin. Beneath Hanzo’s thoughtful stare, he started preening, pecs bouncing as he playfully tensed the muscles there in rapid succession.

Hanzo snorted softly, eyes drawn to the large, dark nipples in their nest of dark chest hair. Already, his belly felt warm, shoulders loosening from their rigidity of the day.

A small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, almost hidden by the whiskers of his beard. McCree, eyes sharp as ever, saw it all the same, his broad shoulders squaring, chest pushing out as he angled himself forward without moving from his position on the floor.

Even naked and kneeling he looked intimidatingly large. Wild and unkempt. A beast that was a force to be reckoned with. Jesse was a huge dog, yet all the more gentle for it; brown eyes always faithful, body open and vulnerable for his Master’s perusal. Hanzo had yet to experience him denying him any part of his exquisite physique.

“Stay,” Hanzo admonished when the wide hips started lifting off the ground, fingers curling into the thick carpet as Jesse got read to move, obviously wanting to get closer and greet his owner. He stopped mid-motion, shaggy head lifting, soulful eyes tracking first Hanzo’s face, then the tray in his hands, before he slowly lowered himself back down.

His thick, hirsute thighs moved apart easily to make the crouch more comfortable, unabashedly showing off the thick length of his cock hanging heavy and mostly soft between them.

“Good boy,” Hanzo praised softly, gaze lingering, watching the pouch of McCree’s belly, the flex of his thick biceps idly tensing and releasing as his attention shifted towards the meal on the plate, the dark, dense hair starting on his elbow and dusting down his thick, powerful forearm.

“Arms behind your back, boy.”

McCree’s gaze jerked up from the plate towards Hanzo’s face, but he moved without protest; reaching behind himself and grasping his forearms, attention pulled back to the tray, nostrils flaring, mouth dropping open slack and greedy as he caught a scent of the meat on the plate.

“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” Hanzo hummed to fill the silence, drifting over towards the desk to place the tray down. With his back turned to Jesse, he couldn’t stop the wide grin breaking free at the growling bark from behind. “You’ll get yours in a moment. First, though…”

He opened the desk drawer, fingertips petting along the smooth leather edge of Jesse’s collar before carefully lifting it out.

When he turned around, Jesse’s gaze immediately zeroed in on the item, face breaking out into a huge smile, broad back straightening from his slouch. God, but he was big – no sharp edges on his body to be seen; everything rounded and thick, and covered in dark fur.

He looked powerful, and Hanzo felt an indecent surge of satisfaction at how easily the huge body bent to his will – how willingly, eagerly McCree wanted him to take charge.

Hanzo took his time placing the collar around his pup’s sturdy neck; taking care to brush the shaggy, long hair out of the way to not snag any in the clasp, fingers slipping between leather and throat to test the space. He then sat back on his haunches, fingertip sliding along the studs pressed into the leather, and ending at the metal tag with Jesse’s name. It clinked softly as he fingered it, Jesse’s chin lifting with pride and lazy giddiness, the corners of his mouth stretching in a feral grin, tongue lolling out dark red and pretty.

He seemed to go down into his head quickly tonight, and Hanzo couldn’t say that he minded. Jesse always was such a good, obedient puppy; eager to please and robust – his body made to take a good, deep fucking and give back just as much as he got.

Hanzo got caught thinking back to their last encounter – McCree’s fat ass lifted high into the air, the dark hair dusting his cheeks soft against Hanzo’s hips as he had mounted and fucked him, the warm, dark space gripping him, suckling him in, welcoming him into Jesse’s body just as much as the low, groaning barks he had fucked out of him, the sight of those wide, scarred shoulders braced against the floor doing things to Hanzo…

He jerked out of his thoughts as Jesse leaned forward, nuzzling the side of his owner’s face, arms still obediently behind his back. He whined high and canine, and Hanzo couldn’t have brought himself to deny him even if he had wanted to.

“Hello, boy,” he greeted in a low voice, hand placed low on Jesse’s belly, friendly and welcoming – and it was like a dam broke, his pup abruptly angling farther into his Master’s space, tongue coming out wet and hot as he dragged it across Hanzo’s cheek and ear and neck in sloppy, eager licks.

His eyes closed, hips abruptly feeling loose and warm. He was almost shocked at how needy he was for this tonight – how a simple act such as Jesse greeting him with his tongue and enthusiasm was already riling him up this fast. His fingers twitched against his pup’s belly as he got pushed back by the sheer excited bulk of Jesse’s body, having to brace himself with his free hand to not get toppled over. Beneath his palm, he could feel the coarse hair and warm, inviting chub of his stomach, and underneath that the robust wall of hard worker muscle shifting and tensing as Jesse shuffled forward on his knees. He nudged obnoxiously beneath Hanzo’s jaw, placing wet puppy kisses against his throat and into the soft space beneath his chin, his tag tinkling high and relentless with his movements.

Hanzo could feel the hungry gurgle of Jesse’s gut beneath the firm press of his hand, though the meal seemed to have taken a backseat to Jesse’s play, and – yes – horniness, if the wet nudge against Hanzo’s wrist was anything to go by.

He grunted as he stemmed back against the bulk of muscle, the sharp toes of his mechanical feet digging into the ground to give him better leverage at pushing Jesse’s back into his place on his ass. Jesse huffed but stayed, letting Hanzo look him up and down once more. They were both breathless from their little tussle, hair dishevelled, chests heaving. Jesse was grinning at him, tongue still lolling and wet, and Hanzo could feel saliva dry tacky against his skin.

He hummed thoughtfully and placed a palm square against Jesse’s hairy chest, keeping all that power at bay just by sheer force of will. Hanzo had no illusions that Jesse would be able to overpower him if it was just them in hand-to-hand combat – Jesse knew too many dirty tricks and had the physical advantage. Since McCree had no intention to fight, however, – quite the opposite, in fact – it was more than easy to keep him contained. He simply wanted to play – to show how content he was with the arrangement… as if Hanzo wouldn’t have been able to see for himself: Jesse’s cock had filled out now, lifting in a tantalizing curve from the dark tangle of his pubes. It was darker than the rest of his body – flushed a ruddy red, the tip sleek and with almost no flare compared to the thick, long shaft.

It was a nice looking cock – as sturdy and fat as the rest of his body… and just as eager it seemed, as it jerked beneath Hanzo’s appraising gaze, tapping against Jesse’s lower belly and getting the thick hair there tacky with moisture.

“Naughty puppy,” Hanzo scolded with a smirk, one hand carding through Jesse’s hair, trying to put it back into a semblance of order while the other started rubbing the man’s belly with affectionate vigor; fingers raking through dense hair, slipping through the little, furry valley of his belly button and sliding along the fold his stomach got when he was sitting slumped like he was now.

His pup’s cock flexed slowly, Jesse’s pupils dilating as his breathing started slowing and evening out, a low growling rumble sliding from his throat at getting his belly pet.

“We can play before having dinner, I suppose… it has been a while since we got to indulge, after all, hasn’t it?” He was prattling the innate babble of an owner towards their pet and could feel the tips of his ears warm in embarrassment, though he wouldn’t have been able to stop it even if he had wanted to.

Jesse didn’t seem to mind in any case – to the contrary: he huffed and preened, suddenly lowering his shoulders close to the ground in front of Hanzo – trying to contort his huge body into a form that was smaller; more suited for being playful and cute.

He looked silly and Hanzo had to press the ball of his hand rudely down on his cock to stem the sudden, acute want to mount his pup and fuck him into the ground.

Jesse never seemed embarrassed about his own desires like Hanzo often was; he simply enjoyed the moment: tongue lolling out in a happy grin, body loose and so hot Hanzo could feel it radiating off of him like a fever before he shifted once more in his mindless, animal eagerness – rolling onto his back and offering up his belly for more scratches. His knees fell open into an easy, wide sprawl, arms up above his head, showing off the dark hair beneath in his pits.

“Oh Jesse,” Hanzo sighed – cooed – and let himself take what was so obviously on offer: both hands rubbing the thick, exposed belly, alternating between short, harsh scrubs and long leisurely rotations with the balls of his hands pressing into the soft fat until he could feel the thick layer of muscle beneath.

McCree’s scruffy chin tilted up, the nametag glinting in the dip of his clavicle.

When Hanzo leaned down to suck hickeys into the soft flesh high on his sturdy hip, Jesse sighed – and when he let a hand wander simultaneously to play with those large, dark nipples, squeezing and rolling the swollen tips between his fingers, Jesse started chuffing like an engine; a rumbling groan that rolled right out of his chest.

Hanzo turned his head, leaving the spit-slick, darkening spot on McCree’s hip to cool on the air as he watched himself play with those hairy tits; how inviting the dark brown nipples looked like this: the fat tips pinched with carefully calculated force between Hanzo’s fingers until Jesse started howling, broad back arching off the ground, and cock messily glancing off Hanzo’s chest and upper belly, dabbing sticky pre-cum onto his skin.

For a moment Hanzo wondered what it would be like if Jesse had his nipples pierced – small, dainty rings of silver that made them look even more juicy… or big jewelry fit to hook a leash into and lead him around on…

… maybe have himself a little calf instead of a little pup every once in awhile…

“God,” he whispered, a little shocked by his own depravity, cock jerking where it was trapped in his underwear. He could feel the fabric already wetting through and clinging to the head of his drooling dick.

Jesse’s cheeks were flushed, mouth dropped open and the tip of his tongue peeking out while he panted fast and shallow, face guileless as he stared down at Hanzo and wriggled his broad hips, a needy whine caught in his throat – trying so desperately to draw attention to his swaying, bobbing cock… And even though Hanzo hadn’t planned on giving him this particular treat so soon, he found himself relenting anyway.

There definitely was something to be said about Jesse McCree’s goddamned puppy dog eyes.

He gave McCree’s right nipple a last pinch, then cupped the hairy pec to squeeze it lovingly, thumb rubbing across the coarse, thick hair before he trailed his fingers lower across the heaving expanse of Jesse’s belly – noting how he tried to hold his breath, hips shimmying from side to side, so fucking eager for a treat that he hadn’t even earned yet if they were being honest. When he finally curled them around the thick shaft jutting obscenely towards him, he found himself idly wondering whether he wanted to have it tonight; feel it spreading him open and filling him up…

He gazed down at Jesse – how huge his eyes were, big and brown and begging him to continue, nipples looking swollen and puffy from Hanzo’s mean pinches…

Hanzo was so very weak for him.

Jesse’s head fell back onto the ground at the first pump he received, wide hips jerking into the touch, fucking up into the loose fist Hanzo offered.

“That’s it… good boy,” he murmured, fingers sliding along the length and tickling across the smooth tip before wandering even further down. He rubbed through the humid nest of dark hair at the base scratching gently, petting it like he would pet a dog behind the ears.

“You have such a lovely cock. It’s always so obedient. Showing me all it’s tricks.”

Jesse groaned, heels scrabbling restlessly across the floor, one meaty forearm flung across his eyes as his cock jerked violently against Hanzo’s knuckles as if prompted. Jesse’s throat was darkening. Maybe Hanzo had discovered something that his boy was embarrassed about, after all.

“Think I can teach it some new tricks?” he purred, fingers curling around the heavy sack of Jesse’s balls, thumb rubbing across the warm, loose skin.

Jesse whimpered at that; short and high – a choked off sound as his curving cock flexed and bobbed, smearing more moisture against his belly.

His thighs were quivering beautifully, and giving Hanzo an even better idea than his previous idle thoughts of letting himself get mounted.

He abruptly pulled his hands back, and gave Jesse’s thigh a sharp smack when the pup started whining in protest.

“None of that now. Go and fetch your leash, pet.”

He sat for a moment longer, watching the frankly mesmerizing sight of the massive body moving – wide hips swaying, back a solid, broad wall littered with greyish scars, the crack of his ass a dark, humid place Hanzo loved to shove his face into. Like this, Jesse’s whole body was in motion – muscles constantly moving, fat bouncing; everything shifting in delicious, surprisingly elegant harmony…

God, but McCree was a gorgeous man – and he knew it, too, the vain bastard.

He was preening again when he came crawling back, head held high, thin black leash between his teeth, showing off his unusually sharp canines. He seemed to think he’d get away with everything, too – shoving his face right into Hanzo’s crotch and nosing against the large, wet spot there, his breath tantalizing and cool through the moist fabric as he snuffled eagerly.

Hanzo hissed, hands burying in the long, shaggy hair, pulling Jesse’s head back none too gently.

“Cheeky.”

He took the leash from Jesse and couldn’t help but smile at the plain happiness on the pup’s face.

He clipped the leash in at the front of Jesse’s collar before his pet could charm his way into getting his will after all.

.o.

“Good boy,” Hanzo murmured and, when Jesse pulled softly against his leash, sweat rolling down his temples, he curled the thin leather once more around his fist, forcing Jesse to bend down for him.

Like this, he was close enough for Hanzo to feel his warm breath, tongue lolling out dark red and wet, eyes large and friendly even as he ground down impatiently onto his Master’s thigh, trying desperately to come like this.

“Gorgeous,” Hanzo crooned, free hand lifting to the side of Jesse’s face, fingers carding into the long hair to pull it from the wet corner of his mouth and push it behind his ear – after all, his pet wasn’t allowed to use his hands once more; arms behind his back, biceps swelling with the unrelenting grip he had on his forearms, trying so hard for Hanzo not to lose patience and grab for his cock.

Hanzo pulled unrelentingly on the leash, watching Jesse’s pupils go dark with need, the tendons on his neck straining as he fought against the drag, so he wouldn’t topple over. His warm, humid balls dragged along the top of Hanzo’s thigh, swollen, pulsing cock rubbing against the dark hair beneath his belly button.

His whole body was working towards his goal; muscles bulging, belly heaving, thighs quivering in the constant half-crouch he was forced into, straddling Hanzo’s thigh, trying his hardest to get off and only managing to work himself up into a frenzy, thick pre-cum dribbling from his slit.

Jesse needed help getting off, and Hanzo was almost loathe to give it to him – the sight he made was too tempting; too pretty. He couldn’t get enough for the large body bending to his will; the faithful look in his eyes as they locked gazes.

In the end, though, it only needed Jesse suddenly dipping forward and softly dragging his tongue along Hanzo’s cheek for him to crumble and give his pet a hand; tweaking and pulling at his nipples, thigh lifting up into his desperate downward grind to help him drag his cock along his skin, wide hips moving, jerking, fucking against him while Hanzo made his tits into two points of delicious, agonizing pain.

He was howling by the end of it, wide-eyed and drenched in sweat, dark hair matting and sticking along his body as he looked almost fearful for a second; like he was scared that that terrible plateau of lust wouldn’t be broken this way – that he needed more than fingers pinching his tits and a thigh and belly to rut against.

When he came, it was almost silent; he hiccupped out a whine, body going rigid, joints locking against the waves crashing through him and tongue lolling with saliva dripping down the point of it. They looked down their bellies, watching McCree’s cock flex and jerk, coming so hard a few ropes of cum splashed against their heaving, sweaty bellies before it started tapering off and merely dribbled messy and copious down his shaft to soak into the hair at the base of his cock.

“My good boy,” Hanzo murmured – and huffed as Jesse slumped forward, unabashed in making him carry the substantial weight of his bulk.

“My lazy boy.”

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finally some mchanzos on my fucking blog! i am extremely invested in my headcanon puppyplay mccree with gentle but firm dom hanzo. mccree LOVES being the center of attention and being able to give himself over, hanzo loves having something to hyperfocus on that makes jesse happy :>

i spent way too long on the tattoo for a smut picture but im kinda happy with how it turned out???