Wouldn’t it be nice to have McCree as your personal toy? To have him whip out his cock at your behest or strip down to his skin whenever you want, wherever you want?
Maybe you’d be watching TV on the couch with him when you decide that you’d really like to taste his cock. Like, right now. So you tell him to drop his pants and he obliges with a blush and a wide grin, knowing exactly what you want and submitting to your stern command to keep his hands on your shoulders. You pin him back into the couch and lean down to take his cock into your mouth, letting his hefty girth stretch your lips as you go down as far as you can.
He moans and shivers, his flesh hand fidgeting on your shoulder while his metal one stays still and digs slightly into your back. McCree can’t keep his eyes open, not even to watch you swallow his length into your welcoming mouth. How can he when you’re honestly enjoying yourself by licking at his thickness like a lollipop?
You love how he feels and tastes and it shows. You moan and purr as you suck at his shaft and flick your tongue along the underside of his head, tasting the salt of his skin and the muskiness of his scent. There’s no other way to describe him other than masculine perfection, to be very honest. His spongy head throbs on your tongue as you suck languidly on him, teasing drip after drip of precum from his straining length.
“Please-!” McCree gasps as his eyes roll into the back of his head. “Please, don’t stop!” His husky drawl is airy and thick with his twang, sounding oh so seductive.
You hum, lifting your head off his cock with a sharp pop. “Stop?”
“Don’t stop,” he repeats himself, biting his lips and begging you to continue with his hazel eyes. “Please?”
Hmmm, you do like it when he begs like that. But you also want to continue watching your show; the commercial is over. “Maybe later.” You laugh off his pleading gaze as you sit back upright and cuddle into his side, pinning his legs down with yours and his hands to his sides with a stern command. “Be a good boy and keep quiet for me, okay? I want to hear the show.”
McCree digs his teeth into his lip, eyes already glued to your hand caressing and squeezing at his blushing cock. What show? The only show he’s aware of is the one happening in his lap, and the star of it is your hand languidly stroking the tip of his cock like it’s a worry stone.
Genji holds himself above you, groaning as the sensation of being wrapped in you overwhelms him. He’s shaking, his thigh muscles clenching tight, as he tries desperately to hold his incredible strength back. His body, riddled with scars and cybernetics, are breathtakingly beautiful in the dim light of you room, and you tell him so.
He blushes, falls to his elbows to kiss you deeply. His cock glides in and out of you tirelessly despite the white hot pleasure pooling deep in his gut. Hard, throbbing, and already leaking cum, Genji pleads with you for mercy.
“Close! I’m so close!” he whispers your name in your ear as he begs, his hands digging into the bedsheets to ground himself. Your heat under him, your softness, your presence, it all drives him mad. “May I cum? Oh fuck, please may I cum!”
His collar clinks as he shakes, the sound making him impossibly harder. The sound of ownership. Of safety. A smile spreads across his ruined face despite his ache, and he buries his head into your neck.
“Mmm,” you decide to take pity on him and loop a finger into the leather collar. “You poor thing. Alright, fuck me harder. And don’t you stop until I’ve cum hard, you got it?”
“Aaaannhhhh! Ah, yes! Yes, oh yes, thank you!” he bites out and lets loose on you. His hips rammed into yours, his pace picking up until he feels like a jack hammer trying to nail you into the mattress. Tight and full, his balls slaps against your skin, and it’s another sensation atop a whole mountain of it that makes him sob and cry out your name.
A hand slips down from above your shoulder and he rubs your clit in time with his movements. You need to cum, you always need to come first, you always come first! He repeats the mantra in his head as cum starts to rise in his balls, and it succeeds somewhat, as he manages to push his orgasm back to hit your sweet spot with the tip of his cock.
Your screams and praises and the clinking of his collar are music to his ears, and he fucks you as hard as he dares until he feels you tighten around him like a silk glove. Oh fuck, ohhhh fuck you feel so good. Your orgasm milks his cock and he opens his mouth in a silent scream as he finally cums hard.
It rockets through him, seizing every muscle until he’s curled over you, twitching and spasming even as he rams himself hard against your hips to bury deep inside your pussy. Your pants in his ear, your hands clawing at his back, your pussy sucking his oversensitive cock. It’s heaven and hell all at once, and he whimpers as you withdraw yourself from his softening shaft.
“So good, such a good boy,” you murmur and let him rest against your chest, fingers still playing with his collar.
Genji chuckles weakly and raises a hand to cover yours at his neck. God, he loves you.
“Show me,” you whisper into his ear, your eyelashes brushing against the heated skin of his cheek. Your archer swallows thickly under you, his throat shifting under palm of you hand. He complies with shaking hands; belt, button, then fly coming undone in a slow tease.
Bit by bit, his flesh is revealed, his dark happy trail like an arrow that leads to the greatest of your treasures. Skin, darker than that of his belly, peeks out from under the layers of his underwear that is shed in due course. He starts to pant at your intent gaze on the most tender part of him, struggles not to cover himself from you. You want to see all of him, he thinks and shoves his pants down his thighs, so he will give you all of him.
It is revealed then, his little gift to you, and you coo at it and him with a gleeful smile, “Oh lord, yes.”
Hanzo blushes at your words, folding his arms behind his back to let you move him as you wish. Half hard and already swelling in your grip, his cock is as beautiful as ever with its foreskin sliding slightly with every movement of your fingers. Something bulbs from his tip, shiny and foreign and you lick your lips at your discovery when you pull back the hood. A prince albert piercing gleams dully from the head of his cock, drawing your gaze and your lips closer to his aching tip.
Whimpering, he bucks his hips slightly, enough to rouse your attention. “Do-do you like it?” he pants, eyes shuttering from your touch on his needy cock. He hasn’t seen you for what feels like ages but is in fact just two months, hasn’t had your touch in just as long.
You grin, kissing a wet line down the side of his cock and drinking in his desperate moans and whispers of your name. “I like it so much, I just can’t stop staring at it.”
“Good,” he breathes through gritted teeth, shifting his legs to spread them as much as he can.
“Why not any other kind of piercing, though?” the question slips out between questing little licks and sucks that scramble his brain enough to warrant a whimper of ‘stop’.
Hanzo gathers his scattering thoughts and answers you quietly, with a blush blooming on his handsome features. “You like it when I fuck you from behind,” he starts and is interrupted by your nails digging into his thigh. “I heard that-that these piercings enhance the pleasure given to a woman when-!” The archer throws his head back when you swallow his cock as far down your throat as you can. “Master!”
You come up for air after what feels like a lifetime to the both of you, spittle leaking from your lips and dripping onto his throbbing cock and slick ring. A greedy grin crosses your lips and you get to your feet. “Fuck. You look and sound too hot. Strip and get on the bed,” you begin throwing your clothes off as fast as you can manage, mirroring Hanzo’s own frantic movements. “I wanna see if that’s true.”
It takes putting Hanzo in a chastity cage to discover his little dirty secret – humiliation. He blushes so hard when you tease him about how you can’t even see his bulge in his pants now with the cage on. Whimpers when you tut that the heir to a massive yakuza empire has such a miniscule package.
Of course his actual cock is heaven-sent, or dragon-sent as it were, but that’s the fun of it, isn’t it? When such a beautiful cock is crammed into that silver cage that makes him look so much smaller than he actually is.
He gulps and leans back in his office chair, dark eyes darting everywhere but your face. “D-don’t tell anyone, I beg of you,” he hisses and clutches at your shirt.
“Don’t tell anyone what, Shimada-dono?” you purr and tug at his tie to undo it, slipping it off his neck and tying it around his caged cock. Like a little present but also to enhance how small it is compared to that blue tie. “That you have a little cocklet? Cute and small and so sensitive?”
Hanzo blushes deeply and scowls, “Don’t say that!”
“But it’s true.” You ignore his low threats as you slide off his lap and onto the desk. “I’ve never seen a dick that small. Are you sure it’s even there?” Kicking your shoes off, you use a toe to nudge the silver bars and admire how his cock still tries to swell in its prison, bits of his cock bulging from between the steel bars. “I don’t think I’ll even feel it in me.”
The Shimada scion can only swallow thickly and try to force down his shameful blush. Indeed, if you were to slip him into you, you’d barely gain any pleasure from it.
“Please,” he whispers, eyes misting with tears and humiliation. “I don’t-”
You lean closer and trail a finger down his high cheekbone, “Don’t worry, Shimada-dono. There are ways to be useful even without your little cock.” Then you take that finger and point it down to the ground before you. “Get on your knees.”
Almost as if he were in a trance, Hanzo obeys with his eyes locked onto yours. He slips from his chair sinuously and falls onto one knee, then the other, his hands on his lap.
“Clever boy, Shimada-dono,” you take his face into both hands now and kiss the tip of his nose gently. Hanzo moans and tilts his head up as if to beg for another kiss, a kiss that you grant him.
“What else…” he rumbles with shuttered eyes and a hoarse voice. “What else can I do?”
Smiling at him, you get up and drop your bottoms and toss it aside. With your butt perched on the edge you spread your thighs and tangle your fingers into his hair. “I heard you pierced your tongue in secret, Shimada-dono. Let’s see if you know how to use it.”
Hanzo shivers – his piercing isn’t obvious and he often keeps his mouth shut anyway – and lets you pull his head closer to your enticing warmth. “Yes…Master.”
“No, don’t sit,” Hanzo’s voice interrupts your journey to your favourite armchair.
“No?” you raise a brow.
He licks his lips and slowly backs you into the wall, stopped only by your hand rising to his muscled chest. “I’ll get on my knees,” his voice is but a whisper as he slowly descends onto one knee, then the other, his hands drifting up to settle by your thighs in askance.
How interesting. Out of curiosity, you oblige him and lean against the wall, spreading your thighs. His eyes flash and you spot his bulge twitch as he scoots closer, his gentle hands helping you hook one knee over his broad shoulders.
“You’d better not drop me, my dragon,” you warn him with an amused tilt to your lips, eager to see how this goes. Hanzo has always boasted of the strength in his upper body but you’ve never truly seen it in action.
“Never, my master,” he bows his head and pins one hugely muscled arm over your thighs and hips to brace you, then slides his hand over your other leg. “May I?”
At this point in your relationship, there is little you will deny your lover and you trust wholly in his confidence. With his help, you swing your other leg up and over his free shoulder, now truly suspended in mid-air with only the archer between you and a painful fall.
He smiles at you and kisses your uncovered mound, his beard tickling you as he thanks you quietly. With his solid presence now beneath you, Hanzo appreciates your pussy as its spread under his chin and he dips his head ever so slightly to take you into his mouth.
As always, he knows exactly how to use his born talents and quickly drives you to your edge. His hands drift up to cup your breasts with your guiding touch and you squirm on his shoulders. Tugging his hair is akin to tugging on his reins or his collar and he obeys you, nibbling and sucking and kissing until you growl out your completion.
Even through the throes of your orgasm and your resulting writhing, he remains sure and solid beneath you, his powerful arms easily balancing you even as you arch your back off the wall. Your orgasm subsides and dwindles away, yet Hanzo keeps his lips on you to drink up your essence in a gentle motion, keeping the embers of your desire stoked while you cool down.
When you push back the tousled fringe of his hair, he tilts his head to look back at you with shining eyes and slick covering his lower face, “Did I meet your expectations, my master?”
Looking at him beneath you, so earnest and eager for your approval and your pleasure, you purr in satisfaction and bury both hands into his hair to massage and scrape at his scalp. He moans at your touch and leans in closer, those long lashes fluttering, and you grin.
“I need a second evaluation in order to come to a fair conclusion, dragon,” you quip, crossing your ankles behind his back and drawing him ever closer. “Once more.”
“Yes, master.” His grin is blinding, as is the flash of pleasure behind your eyes as he buries himself in your warmth again.
Trying out a new format for answering fills. Let me know if you guys prefer this over the old style (pasting photos of the requests)
October 15 – Humiliation – Hanzo
“You look like you’re enjoying this a little too much,” you crawl over to Hanzo, who’s sitting up against the headboard with his hands tied apart.
The archer swallows thickly and exhales shakily; feels your hand smoothing over the delicate fabric of the stockings covering his beautiful legs. It’s rather embarrassing, he thinks with a trembling jaw. Embarrassing that he even asked you to dress him up in such feminine clothing. But even more embarrassing is how he moans at the feeling of lace rasping against his skin. How he rubs his legs against the sheets and your body to feel the soft material rub all over his legs. He feels…soft, vulnerable in a way he has not felt his entire life.
“I am,” he whispers against your lips when you lean in to kiss him. “I do like this.” it burns his cheeks to admit it, but he’s far too used to blurting out his every thought in front of you.
You grin and duck back down to smooth your lips against the lace panties, “Does it make you feel like a princess?”
That blush blossoms into an inferno that threatens to engulf his entire body. Yet…
“…Yes…” it’s whispered so softly that you just barely hear it. But hear it you do, and you take the hem of the panties between your teeth and drag it down over his quickly stiffening cock. He pants at the sly smirk that forms around the fabric, moans as you slip your fingers under the hem of his stockings.
“Well then,” you ghost your tongue over his now throbbing cock. “Let me make my princess feel even better.”
Ohhhh yeah boiii subbie Akande just ticks all my boxes. Just imagine him waiting on you hand and foot *drools*
Akande – Queen Kink HCs
SFW
Akande spoils you. Like he buys you everything you ever wanted, ever needed, and then some. No matter how many times you tell him you don’t need material things to be happy and to love him, it’s part of him to want to treat you like a queen. Honestly, this goes beyond just a kink for him; I legitimately think that sub Akande views you as royalty and will worship the ground you walk on. Akande is rich, filthy rich, and he has all these things and no one to spend it with. Now, with you, has has someone to splurge it on.
While he has a housekeeper and maybe a cook to care for the house and cook meals, Akande is very insistent on caring for you himself. He never lets anyone touch your things if he can help it. He does your laundry, makes food for you, changes the bedsheets. He believes it’s an honour to be the one you choose to rely on, to care for, and this is one of many ways he can serve you.
While at Talon meetings or bases, he still acts like the one in charge. If you want to last with Akande, this must be the one line you don’t cross, even though he treats you like royalty. He will never, however, give you orders because he wants to discuss the finer details of the operation with you. not necessarily over your orders, but the whole mission in general.
Akande will always consider your opinion, and in fact actively seeks it where possible. He believes you should have the final say because you consider so many variables and see things that he doesn’t. He trusts you to keep his best interests at heart, to keep his wants at heart when you tell him yes or no in the end.
NSFW
Akande loves your feet. Loves loves loves it. He’ll spend any amount of time massaging and caring for them, kssing and sucking, and he’ll just die if you give him a footjob. Just the fact that you touch him makes him go wild. He loves them because they carry you and keep you strong. He loves your legs too, and he’ll worship them when given the chance. One time you were tired and told him to get himself off, he didn’t ask for your hand or your mouth, but he asked for permission and knelt at your feet, slotted his cock between your calves/knees/thighs (depending on your height) and rutted until he came hard.
He likes to roleplay as a general serving a warrior queen, of being selected out of dozens of pleasure slaves to bed you on a night of celebration. He wears his finest armour, comes to you smelling of clean skin and the aftershave you love. You are seated on your bed, clad in the finest silk and when you beckon him close, he falls to his knees. Worships you and proves that he’s better than any slave you will ever own.
Akande likes to show off his strength to you. On your word, he’ll pick you up and carry you everywhere, he’ll eat you out while you’re balanced on his shoulders, and he’ll fuck you standing up for as many rounds as you want to go.
He also believes that it’s such a privilege to be inside you, and he’ll respectfully ask for it when he feels that you’re in the mood for it. Akande welcomes you to use him however you see fit. Be it to sit on his face for hours, or him to fuck you until he’s exhausted and you see stars, or you can just rest your feet on his lap if you’re too tired for anything. Everything Akande does is for your comfort and your pleasure.
Post-recall, Genji hasn’t had any sexual contact since his battle with Hanzo. Never even masturbated.
When he finally feels comfortable enough to have sex with you, the two of you start off real slow. Baby steps. Strictly hand stuff so you can get acquainted with each other’s bodies.
Now, it has been a very long time for Genji. First he just hated his body and refused himself any pleasure, then, he was a little intimidated of jerking off with his metal hands and he was just so caught up in what life had to give he just never had the opportunity. He tells you this and an idea strikes.
You give him his hand job, but you stimulate his prostate as you do so. You’re sure he was pretty pent up and you wanted to milk him dry.
His first orgasm comes pretty quick, but good lord does he cum a lot. Continuous, thick spurts of cum shoot from his cock and his orgasm lasts longer than the both of you expected. He is an absolute mess by the end of it and you couldn’t be prouder of your handy work. (heheh)
You’re kind enough to let him rest, but once he’s ready, you’re gonna milk him some more. You know that can’t be it.
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