Changing things up a little by calling McCree ‘McCree’ instead of ‘Jesse’.
It turns you on how much McCree loves fucking you from behind. How much it gives him the illusion of control when in reality you hold the reins – literally. The leather of his leash is pulled taut over your shoulder, forcing him to blanket himself over you and fuck you that way in order to prevent being choked by his already tight collar.
“May I cum, master?” he groans through heaving pants in your ear, his legs trembling from the two orgasms he already dumped into your hungry pussy. “Oh god, I can’t-!” His arms shake on either side of your shoulders and his elbows buckle, inadvertently putting more weight on you that you bear graciously.
Laughingly you oblige, twining your hand in his thick hair to drag him to your lips. To swallow his drunken cries as your own orgasm milks his for what little is left in his clenching balls. You don’t feel the warmth of his orgasm now, not through the seed that coats you inside and out, that slides down his own thighs from how hard he’s been fucking you.
Thoroughly winded, McCree slumps on top of you carefully, still trying to brace his weight on his trembling limbs to avoid crushing you to the bed. He barely groans when you pull yourself away slowly, mind already hazy and his vision darkening.
Unfortunately for him though, you’re not done with him yet. You guide his weak body onto the bed and roll him on his back, tucking a pillow under his now heavy head. Then, with him all comfy, you straddle his face and tug at his collar to get his attention, what little he has left to give, that is.
“You’re forgetting something, doggy,” you murmur, stroking his hair with your free hand as you lower your cum slick labia onto his lips. “Lick up the mess you made.”
McCree moans his acknowledgement and sluggishly wraps his arms around your hips and thighs to bring you closer, his clever tongue cleaning up and around your aching hole.
It’s probably one of your best works yet, you think. Tied tight on his belly in a hogtie with one arm free, a vibrating prostate plug in his ass, his cock bent back and a vibrating frenum ring strapped tight to it, a mouth stuffed with a ball gag, and heavy duty nipple clamps, Jesse sure posed a very seductive picture.
He’s trembling with want, his eyes tearing and begging you. Drool slips from the gag and to the bed, wetting the fabric under his cheek as he writhes in place. Tied as he is, Jesse can’t move beyond squirming in place, and that’s exactly how you like him.
You caress his balls with two fingers, the silky flesh moving as the sac tightens under your touch. “You just had to be naughty and break my rules again, didn’t you baby?” you sigh, tapping with your nails to watch his balls jump. “Didn’t I tell you not to touch yourself?”
Jesse groans, tries to mumble something through the gag, and though you can’t hear what he’s saying, you know exactly what he meant. Bending doesn’t mean breaking, you can hear him say in that silky twang. You caught him humping a pillow when you expressly told him not to touch himself, almost cumming just as you entered. You don’t like it when he circumvents your rules, you tutted at him as you forced his body into position. And now he’s paying the price for his rebellion.
I can’t remember if I’ve posted this one to this blog, but here it is anyway.
Rein
This big guy can be made vulnerable by kicking him in the balls and beating the cum out of his cock. Or was it the other way around?
Anyway
Flogging that swollen cockhead will get him groaning and grunting in pain with a big ol’ smile on his face. He’ll apologise for whatever he thinks he’s messed up on, but really it’s just something to get you both in the mood. He once apologised for ripping your panties and you stopped and were like
You didn’t rip my panties?
His face turns pale and he coughs. He didn’t rip your panties…that you knew of.
Even if you’re unfazed by his admission, it just gives you more reason to whip his cock until it’s purple and weeping. Reinhardt is begging for you to stop abusing his enflamed manhood, doubling over after you lash the same spot over and over again without mercy. Maybe he’ll even fall to his knees and hunch in to protect his dick.
You order him back up though, and he cringes as he exposes himself once more.
Still, no matter what you do, his cock will still be rock hard and leaking precum like a tiny stream.
Bend him over on all fours then and kick open his legs. Maybe buckle and spreader bar between them so he can’t close them even if he wants to. Then kick him with the top of your feet and feel the pulsating heat of his balls as you turn them a reddish purple from the strikes.
He’ll beg and plead for you to go harder, groaning that he can take whatever you dish out. Reminds you that he ripped your panties. So put on your favourite pair of stilettos or studded boots and go to town, and I guarantee he’ll be sobbing on the ground and thanking you through his tears.
Happily kisses your fees/shoes once you’re done.
McCree
So continuing the thread of thought that this puppy likes getting things inserted into him, Jesse loves sounding.
You’d be surprised at the size of the sounds he can take, though a little expected considering the size and girth of his package.
As you insert it into the slit, he’s already half hard and moaning as the broad tip teases his hole. It goes in smoothly with all the lube, and you take a perverse interest at the way his slit widens as he takes the metal in. His moans are near pornographic as he feels it spread him open in a place that was never meant to receive insertions.
He has to struggle to remain still because moving could prove disastrous, as you remind him, but he can’t stop his twitching as the tip of the sound finally grazes his prostate. If you thought his moans were pornographic before, you’re in for a treat, because he’s gasping and panting and moaning and groaning like never before.
You can lift the sound and let it drop, but make sure you squeeze around the shaft of his cock. He’ll curse and swear and beg you to go faster, to squeeze harder. He can’t tighten around the sound, so you do it for him, and you can feel every movement of the metal inside him.
Oh, you can raise the sound as fast as you want, but you can’t force it down. You can tell him so and watch the tense muscles of his face twitch as he suffers under your hands. His pleasure is at your discretion, you remind him, and he will take what you give him.
You can also move up to a bigger sound, going larger and larger until Jesse has to whimper and plead for you to stop at that size.
“It’s too big, darlin’, it’ll never fit!” he pants as he eyes the one you swivel into his slit teasingly.
By the time you’re done, the slit of his cock is throbbing and weeping and if you’re dedicated to teasing the fuck out of this cowboy, this is what you do.
Touch the bottom of the sound to his prostate, as far as it’ll go, lick the lip of his mushroom head, and tighten your grip around his shaft and jerk him off gently. He’ll tense up and his balls will tighten. He’ll cum like he’s never cum before. Jesse’s cum will push the sound out so quickly that you’ll have to snatch it before it flies out. He’ll cum and cum for so long and scream for your mercy. You have none to give, however, and maybe you can slick your hand up and try to squeeze another orgasm out of him.
Now, you have a blissed-out cowboy on your hands. Have fun!
Hanzo
You know how proud and regal this man is, right? Wanna take him down a peg?
Good. Your best bet would be the humbler, and maybe some cock stepping.
Get him flat on his belly and nudge those thicc thighs open to expose his heavy balls. Gather them in your hand (maybe squeeze a little) and clamp them between the wood pieces of the humbler.
You then clip on his leash and lead him around on all fours for a while and enjoy seeing the dragon lord be unable to even straighten up without feeling pain. Scrape your nails over his tight balls for an extra rush of sensation into his system.
Tickle his cock a little and he’ll wriggle and thrust his hips and grimace in place because the humbler pulls on the delicate skin of his balls. Well isn’t that swell? Spank him a little, spank his balls a little, and especially spank his cock a lot! He’s groaning and complaining and panting but you don’t hear a safeword. Don’t worry, he can take quite a lot of punishment before caving in!
He won’t get off to this though, so take that wonderful humbler off and strap him under a specially made coffee table with a hole for his cock. Thread that dick through and use some pretty rope to bind it in place.
He can’t help but moan quietly as you run your fingers over the taut flesh and ropes.
After that, carefully get on top of the table and step lightly with a stiletto or heeled shoe. The helpless groan that he emits at the pressure can be your encouragement, and slowly you’d put more and more pressure until his face turns red from the mixed signals his body is giving him.
He’s in pain and he’s feeling sharp shocks of pleasure zipping through his cock and he can’t express it other than whimpering in a broken voice and thanking you for stepping on him.
Sometimes if he’s been cooped up for a while, he’ll cum just from you stepping on his red throbbing cock.
You admire Jesse’s tanned skin from where you perch on the bench before him. Red and black rope winds around his muscled form, accentuating his bulging muscles and lean waist until you’re just about drooling from the thought of fucking him like this. Alas, that’s not your game for today.
“How you doing, baby?” you coo at him, taking the loose rope from the makeshift bikini around his pecs to fashion a collar around his thick neck.
He leans into your touch despite the sharp tugging on his hair from the action. "Yeah sweetheart, doin’ alright,“ he breathes out softly, feeling your touch flitting around and on his neck until the cock between his legs starts to throb anew. Jesse’s left to teeter on the tips of his left foot in this position, with his right leg pulled up and out of the way and his hands pulled up tight behind his back.
You smile at his reply and kiss him deeply. Tell him to remember your safe signal. That you’ll be in the room at all times, no matter what happens. Jesse’s excited by your words, you can tell. Excited by the prospect that this is finally happening.
He watches you walk away from him with your hips swaying, watches as you open the locker room door to admit his closest colleagues who agreed to this little show. Oh, he knows you think they’re here for him, but Jesse knows better. Knows that the two commanders and the ninja is really here to watch you fuck him. Knows that their eyes are really on you as you take his cock in hand and start to stroke him just the right way to make his breath shorten and his tongue to hang out.
Yeah, he knows all that. But it doesn’t change the fact that they’re still watching him, still there to watch him being fucked stupid. Still now privy to the depraved sounds and pleas he makes as you begin to kiss him and suck his nipples and then his cock. Still there as you finally slip his cock into you and when he’s forced to try and rock his hips despite being tied so awkwardly.
Oh yes, oh fuck yes, he keeps whispering pleas and praises and blushes so brightly at feeling their eyes when they shift onto him. Then, when you leave him hanging on the edge with his cock saturated in your cum and his body glistening from sweat, he wishes they would take another step further.
Heh. He’s lucky anyway, he thinks while you slip a finger inside his willing ass and suck on his cock at the same time. Where else is he going to find a woman who wants to tie him up and fuck him in front of their colleagues and superiors?
“It’s too bad, Jesse,” you taunt him from where you’ve nuzzled your face into Hanzo’s cheek.
The cowboy growls, grips his thighs tightly, and squirms where he sits in a chair facing the bed. “Oh come on, pumpkin!”
Hanzo, who lies under you, merely smirks at Jesse and starts to fuck you harder, “You lost, did you not? It was the agreed punishment.” That gloating, if anything, only riles Jesse up further, who whines and starts to run his hands up and down his chest for some stimulation.
He wants to feel you so badly, wants you to ride him like you’re riding Hanzo. It’s such torture to see his other lover enjoying your affection and desire while he’s left here to simply watch, unable to touch himself or reach out to you.
But fair’s fair, you keep tutting at him. A fair punishment for losing in your little game with the two of them.
Yeah he fucking knows that he lost, but goddamnit this is worse than he ever imagined. He whines as much to you, caressing himself and wishing it were your hands on his, Hanzo’s lips on his. But instead it’s your hands scratching and squeezing at Hanzo’s muscled chest and ripped abs. Instead it’s Hanzo’s lips catching yours in a smouldering kiss and making you moan so sweetly that it causes Jesse to whimper in frustration.
Hanzo’s hips smack up into yours with every thrust of his powerful hips, bouncing you up and down on his cock to help you ride him. He knows how slick and warm your pussy it, knows how thick Hanzo’s cock is, wishes he could have both or just one or just anything to alleviate this desire building up in him!
You notice him fidgeting where he sits and then you smile a sympathetic smile. Alright, time to finish this. You command Hanzo to rub your clit and suck on your breast, the perfect combination to trigger that climax that you’ve been putting off for a while. The soft, breathy exclamation that you let out at the snapping of the pressure within you makes both men perk up and surge towards you. Hanzo sits up and fucks you harder through your orgasm, picking up your pace after you falter. Jesse, however, just swears and falls to his knees beside the bed in an aborted lunge.
With a soft word, Hanzo clutches you tight and cums in you. He jerks gently and moans into your neck, lipping at your skin idly. He thanks you in a reverent tone, a tired voice, and slips out of you as you raise your hips.
“Come clean me up, baby,” you look over your shoulder at Jesse, who brightens up immediately and crawls between Hanzo’s legs to lick you clean. Then, at your command, he sucks Hanzo’s cock clean as well after licking the archer’s oozing cum from your entrance.
The cowboy is dazed and revved up at the same time once you tell him to come lie next to Hanzo on the bed. He’s pouting, whining at you, but you’re unmoved in your post-orgasmic haze, still lying atop the blissed out archer. You tease Jesse with a husky voice; maybe he’ll get lucky next time.
It should be a crime to look that good in a pair of leather pants. Thick thighs that ripple with muscle every time he shifts his weight, tightening the leather over the generous globes of his ass. Couple that with knee-high boots that conform to his calves and a thick padded biker’s jacket and you have a mouthwatering sight.
You’re barely holding back your drool with your teeth digging into your lower lip. The other women by your side, also admiring the gaggle of leather-clad men before you aren’t so subtle. Hana is whistling and Sombra is cat-calling loudly, directing their lewd attentions to the most embarrassed of the group. Ana just smirks, nodding to Reaper and Soldier 76 who just respond with their middle fingers.
You? You just have eyes for one man who doffs his wide-brimmed hat at you with a teasing wink. He straddles the hoverbike between this strong thighs and spreads them as far as they can go, stretching tight over the noticeable bulge in the crotch of his pants. Like a homing beacon, your eyes dart in on it and stare greedily, pupils widening as you notice it twitch ever so gently.
That’s it. You let go of your chewed up bottom lip and stride forth, unheeding of the loud whoops from the women as you seize your man’s hair in hand. McCree grins as he’s hauled to your lips and kissed like the world is about to end. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you close, his powerful form bracing both you and the hoverbike as his strength almost pulls you into his lap.
“What did I say about the leather pants, McCree?” You moan softly against his lips and clamp one hand around the back of his neck as the other, out of sight of the others, sneaks down to grope at his ass.
The cowboy turned biker groans and kisses you back hungrily, whimpering against your lips, “That I look goddamned hot in it?” Uncaring of the company around you, he rocks his ass into your grip and uses your knee to alleviate the painful pressure of his rock hard cock straining against the crotch of his pants.
That’s one. And there’s another. “That you’re not allowed to wear it outside the bedroom.” Your hand shifts back to his hair and you tilt his head back so he looks up at you with a dazed expression, unheeding of the crowd still around you. “Because gods help me, I’m going to rip it off your body in the next ten minutes, crowd or not.”
He licks his lips and growls seductively up at you, pulling you onto the bike behind him. “You got it, boss!” With only a smug salute at the amused crowd, he fires up the hoverbike and roars off into the horizon. Fuck the coffee run, he’s got a mistress to fuck silly.
Thank you for your commission. @peaches-seed ! Here’s your 1000 word fic of Daddy!McCree and his pillow queen Reader with a dash of somnophilia. It’s not traditional ddlg because I don’t do that, so I’ve done my own twist on it while keeping the title for Daddy!McCree (which I don’t mind). Enjoy!
Mccree slips into your bedroom in the dead of night, hard and aching for you after weeks of being out doing work for Overwatch. You’re fast asleep in nothing but a threadbare shirt and some boxers; clothes that look far too big for your frame and looking eerily like the ones that went missing from his closet ages ago. He sneaks up, stripping until he’s down to the trousers he wears under his chaps. They’re sort of clean, he doesn’t bother to change out into sleepwear. If he has his way, you both won’t be needing sleepwear tonight.
He crawls up onto the bed carefully, utilising years of experience in the art of stealth to pull your heavy blanket off you and reveal your bare legs. Though salivating, he stops himself from starting all the way at your feet. No, he has a far bigger target to hit. He knows you won’t be asleep for long when he starts caressing you in truth; he needs to act fast.
You’re on your belly, one knee up and over your bolster while the other is stretched languidly. Perfect. Like this, he just has to pull the leg of his your boxers up until he can finally stuff his face into your musky heat. Breathing you in is like a hit of the strongest drug in the world, so intoxicating and addictive that he just can’t stop there. He moans through gritted teeth at the aching of his cock, rubs it against the mattress as he dives into your dampening pussy greedily. Quickly quickly. He needs to eat you, devour you, before you get up and stop him!
Lust and gluttony driving him, McCree pushes his entire face into you, metal fingers stretching and tearing the fabric beyond repair. He should be sorry for ruining them (probably) but he just doesn’t care when the rends allows him to press his nose into your perineum and his tongue to dig deep between the lips of your now soaking wet pussy.
Above him, he hears the muffled whimpers of a woman well pleased. Shit! Shitshitshit. He hauls you to your knees, locking his arms under your hips and over the tops of your thighs so you’re pinned to his face. Like this, he can smother himself with your plush ass and soft pussy, gorge himself on your taste like a starving man even when you begin to stir and struggle. The loud slobbering slurps coming from him would have embarrassed any other man, but he’s not just any other man. He’s a man on a mission, and gods forbid if he stopped now.
You, on the other hand, rouse to the feeling of a powerful heat building in your pussy and your belly, already on the cusp of an orgasm that looks to wipe your mind. Dazed and caught off guard, you are barely able to look over your shoulder at the man who’s nose deep inside your heat before you cum with a silent cry of his name. It wrecks you, forcing you to curl into yourself and clutch at the sheets in order to scrabble at the fraying ends of your mind. Your body writhes and jerks in McCree’s hold but he’s unforgiving in his embrace, holding you still even when you start growling and tugging at his hair.
“Daddy, stop,” you hiss at him but he doesn’t heed you, instead trying to force you back onto your chest.
Having had enough, you grab the collar hanging by the bedside and twist as much as you can. His neck is barely in reach, but you manage to wrap it around his neck and tighten it to the point where he starts wheezing for mercy.
“B-baby!” He gasps and lets go to clutch at the collar, backing off from your pussy immediately. “I’m sor-sorry!”
Is he really? You shake your head at him in disappointment, latching the leash onto him and pushing him back onto the floor. As he falls, he pouts at you, pleading prettily for forgiveness. He’s been waiting for so long to have a taste of you again. Can you blame him? All your sweetness on display for him to devour with eyes and tongue and-
You stop him with a foot to the face, straightening your back to sit in a regal position. “I’ve trained you better than that, daddy. Remember what I said when we first started?”
McCree wilts in place, though his cock remains tented in the crotch of his pants. “That I’m your daddy, but…”
“But?” You tug harshly at the collar and step gently on his raging cock.
“Hhnghh-” The cowboy moans helplessly, eyes rolling into his head at the much-needed pressure. Fuck, he loves it when you step on him like this. “But you’re my daddy.”
A smirk crosses your face and you lean in to kiss his lips in reward. “That’s right. I may call you daddy, but I’m your daddy. Don’t make me call you Babyboy tonight.” The shiver that rocks through him and the twitch of his cock at your threat makes you laugh. Of course. Such a slut he is, but goddamn if you didn’t love him for it.
He rocks his hips into your foot and crosses his arms behind his back, thrusting his chest forward and exposing his throat to you. “Baby, don’t be mean~” When your other foot hits his shoulder, he turns his head to kiss it on the ankle gently with a sultry look in his dark eyes. “I really want another taste, baby. Please?”
Huffing, you look down your nose at him and tap his cheek with that same foot. “I don’t think you’ve been a good daddy tonight. So, no.”
Instantly he begins to beg, to kiss up your leg and hump into your foot in an effort to convince you. Surely you missed him too? His mouth, his hands, his cock? Hearing your voice over encrypted calls and seeing you briefly when he had time for a vidcall doesn’t do much for his cock, though a lot for his heart. Have mercy on your daddy, baby.
He’s growing more desperate by the minute, a wet spot growing on the fabric of his trousers to indicate exactly how turned on he is right now. So you sigh and tilt your head, hooking both knees over his shoulders so you can pin his head right where he wants it. “Then show me what a good daddy you can be. Don’t disappoint me again.”
Before you finish speaking he’s already diving head first into your slick heat, slurping and sucking and pushing himself as far into you as he can reach. Oh yeah, he’s going to be the best daddy for you baby, just you wait.
Prefers to sit at your feet and between your legs if he can. Sometimes leans his chin or head onto your legs if he’s under a desk.
He wears a spiky collar and a simple black plug with a short tail, sometimes wears the ears if he needs help getting into puppyspace, goes without if he’s already in the mood.
Very obedient and intelligent, and doesn’t need to receive further training. Rests in his crate if you’re not home and he’s tired, and comes out to greet you when you comes home. Walkies-trained and walks right beside you when the two of you go out, not one step in front or behind. He also knows he’s not allowed on the furniture and doesn’t break this rule even when you’re not around.
Gabe prefers to sleep on the floor beside your bed in a nest of pillows, and follows you if you pop into the kitchen or bathroom at night. When you get up in the morning, he’ll nuzzle into you and heft you onto his back so he can start his morning pushups.
Best guard dog you’d ever need. Wakes up at any suspicious noises and hates visitors. When the two of you are out, he’s always alert for any dangers that might harm you.
This puppy is very affectionate with you, and leans his head on your feet or knees or chest whenever he can. Likes giving you a tongue bath. Best puppy to tuck your feet under if they’re cold.
Is not a lapdog only because he’s not allowed on the furniture.
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When waiting for your command, he’ll sit between your legs on his knees, hands on his thighs and his eyes on you.
Doesn’t like being on his back, so if you give him a treat blowjob/handjob he’ll be standing at parade rest with his back to the wall.
Begs for treats sometimes if he’s very needy or if you’ve denied him orgasm for a while. It’s just about the only time he’ll whine and whimper eagerly.
The only one of the boys who genuinely does not pleasure himself if you tell him not to. As a consequence, he’s probably the most spoiled out of all of them since he gets rewards so frequently.
It’s hard to punish him for his mistakes because he makes them so rarely, but tease and denial for days on end while telling him not to cum can make him slip up.
If you give Gabe a footjob while he’s sitting on a big butt plug, he’ll cum all over your feet with a happy groan.
Genji
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Shiba Inu. Super hard to train and very stubborn, but very very affectionate.
Genji is very mischievous, even after his cyberisation, and is a bit of a brat if you don’t keep him in check.
He’s the hardest to go on walks with because he often scampers away from you and surprises you once you lose sight of him. Unrepentant even after you scold him and withhold his treats.
Very sweet despite being so naughty, and is the textbook definition of a lapdog. Unlike Gabe, he doesn’t care that he’s not allowed on the furniture, and joins you on the bed or sofa whenever he can. He likes to flop onto your lap and beg for pets too.
He lies on your feet if the weather is too hot, and blankets himself over you if you’re cold. Being a cyborg, he typically runs hot because of his engines, but tries to moderate his body temperature to suit you.
On the flip side, he’s rather quiet and keeps to himself when he doesn’t want your attention or if you’re busy.
Genji’s the kind of puppy to sit at the door and wait for you to come home, and welcomes you with kisses and slobber.
Doesn’t have a butt plug that he can wear for a long time because of his cybernetics, but uses a coiled tail attachment along with an ear headband when he’s at home.
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Has to wear a chastity cage because he tends to jerk off just to annoy you. Some days you find him rutting against a pillow to try and relieve his frustration, or humping against the cushions. He always complains to you that the cage is too tight in order for you to take it off, but you know it’s because his cock is trying to thicken and harden against the metal cage. Pretty much has to wear it all the time, even when he’s out because it’s easy to conceal.
Very whiny and needy when you tease him with the key, and jumps to complete your every order in order to convince you to uncage him.
Genji sobs very prettily when you grind your pussy on his face and he has to fight to keep his hands to himself. He loves to touch you, and suffers when you don’t bind his arms and he has to control himself.
He loves it when he’s on his back and you ride him and fondle his balls at the same time. Genji will start to drool as you bounce harder and fuck him faster, particularly when you wrench him up by the collar.
Has a slim green collar that you jerk to manhandle him when he’s misbehaving. He’ll attempt to defy you just so you can tug him harder, but leashing him to a corner and leaving him with a hard-on is the best way to punish him. Make sure you bind his hands behind his back though, because he’s not afraid to take matters into his own hand to cum.
It’s best to use positive reinforcement with this naughty boy, and his favourite rewards are getting to fuck you doggy style and cumming inside you.
Good luck getting him to stop though.
Hanzo
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Wolfdog
Very proud, very regal, refuses to have anything less than a high quality collar which he’ll only wear at home. Because of this, Hanzo is hesitant to show you affection outside, and may look very distant. Don’t worry though, once you get back behind closed doors he’ll cuddle up to you again.
Comes and goes as he pleases, but when he’s with you he prefers to sit at (on) your feet.
Brings you trinkets or things he thinks you might like. If you accept them, he smirks smugly and cuddles into your lap.
Likes his walkies, but unlike his brother he’ll never stray far from you. At most he’ll scout ahead but he’ll trot back to you happily if he’s off his leash.
Hanzo loves having your attention (when he wants it) and tries to wedge himself between you and what you’re doing if it’s not important.
Very possessive and protective, and he detests it when you come back smelling like another man. He’ll smother you into the floor or sofa or bed and rub himself all over you to make you smell of him instead of someone else.
If you’re doing your work on the floor, be prepared to deal with a wolf pelt wearing Hanzo because he won’t hesitate to sprawl over it.
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His guilty pleasure is to be on his knees and spread his cheeks for you. Tug on his plug and he’ll wriggle his hips and whine.
Well trained to do tricks for you and has a good amount of self-control. So if you want him to hold a fleshlight on his cock and fuck himself on a werewolf dildo, he can. If you tell him to stop just as he’s about to cum, he can. He’ll let out a low growl and a whimper, but he’ll still obey you. But you’d better have a good reward for him for his obedience.
The fun bit about Hanzo is that you can go to many lengths to test his control. Be it stopping himself from eating your pussy, or continuing to fuck you even after he’s cum, he’s the best puppy to torment.
Secret: he can last an hour and a half of rough and fast edging before he’s too weak to beg you to let him cum.
The best pet to tie up and overstimulate.
Hanzo’s a rather quiet puppy most of the time, though you can pull a lot of noises out of him if you exploit his sensitive spots after he cums.
The best at eating you out of the four.
McCree
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Labrador retriever
Very affectionate, would lie on top of you all the time if he could.
Does his best to be in your good graces all the time, schmoozing where possible. It’s a good thing though, because he’ll wait on you hand and foot as long as you give him your attention.
Feed this boy scraps from your dinner and he’ll love you. Problem is, he’s learned to sit beneath you at the dinner table and perch his chin on your knees to give you puppy dog eyes.
Jesse likes to roam around naked with just his leather collar and his tail plug when he’s at home. He thinks it’s easier to get you into the mood if he’s perpetually ready for sexytimes.
Not as wary of strangers as the others, but tends to stand behind you and glare at any men who approach you.
Likes to cook for you and fetch things for you – pillows, food, drinks, books, etc. sometimes you don’t even need to ask him to get something for you.
Sleeps next to you and hogs all the space on the bed. He does let you have the blankets though.
Handiest of the puppies, and always fixes your things so you don’t need a plumber/carpenter/mechanic to come and help you.
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Loves to perform for you. Be it tricks or strip teasing or masturbating, he’ll do it all with a big grin on his face. Heck, if you want, he’ll do a full porno performance if it’ll get you into the mood.
Like Hanzo, he lives to eat you out and it’s his favourite way to start foreplay.
Jesse melts if you praise him and tell him what a good boy he is.
The best at rough sex and tends to bite you and nibble on your neck.
He’s very handy at fingering you and rubbing your clit as he fucks you.
If he’s naughty, using deep heat/cooling gel while giving him a handjob would make him whine and sob. He feels pleasured but no matter what he does, he can’t cum when you do this.
Nipple clamps. Clamp this puppy’s nipples, put him in a humbler, and play with his cock and he’ll sing for you so beautifully. In fact he’ll cum so hard he won’t even hesitate to clean up his own mess.
Will hump against your leg if he’s feeling frisky, and if you allow him he’ll wear himself out by hugging your calves or thighs close and rutting between them.
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