first off, I hope no one takes my lateness in answering these personally! I have plenty of bad days, and I enjoy receiving asks.

My thoughts:

This idea is quite sad. But it’s complicated. You can’t just blame any one person for any hurt feelings! Everyone here is just doing their best. I can imagine Hanzo feeling bad every day for leaving his daughter behind and looking forward to seeing her. When he shows up finally, and she’s angry, he would probably feel really hurt and rejected. But that’s because she’s feeling reject herself! Hanzo just wasn’t ready to provide what she needed at the time.

I can kind of relate, because my dad worked an hour away when I still lived at home and had a second job on the weekends. He was gone a lot, providing for the family. I don’t blame him, but it hurt to have him away.

I think Genji would tell the daughter she was mega rude after acknowledging her feelings. I doubt he raised her to be such a drama queen!! Oh, but what if there’s a happy ending to this?! In order to reconcile Hanzo and his daughter, Genji has Zenyatta get involved. This way, Hanzo may be forced to deal with the anger that the monk sees in him.

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Oni Genji Relationship HC

SFW

Oni Genji’s lover would have to be fearless, stubborn, and not take any of his shit. A weaker s/o would be seen as a pet rather than a mate, and as powerful as Genji is, he wants his partner to be strong enough to defend their rank. That he chose you, a human, to be the mate of a powerful demon speaks volumes about how strong you are.

Strength of will and compassion are key among traits that Genji appreciates in you. He loves that you aren’t afraid of him and that you understand where he’s coming from. As a fairly young Oni, he does not harm the innocent and instead punishes evildoers to atone for the deeds he committed in his human life. If you can look past the monstrous visage and love the broken soul underneath, Genji will be yours forever.

He appreciates the simple things in life, like dozing in bed with you in his arms, or even sitting in the garden drinking some coffee in the morning. He doesn’t do grand gestures of affection any longer, and he prefers to show his adoration in smaller, subtler ways. He doesn’t want to paint a bigger target on your back, even though he’s fairly distant from Oni society.

Oni Genji will attempt to prolong your life through linking souls with you and cashing in favours from higher ranking Oni. He refuses to lose you after waiting a century to finally find you.

NSFW

Although he knows he cannot impregnate you while you’re human, he can’t help but cum in you every chance he gets. Genji won’t cum on your face or stomach and refuses to pull out even if you beg him to. No condom for him either since he can’t contract or pass on STIs.

He’s very rough with you all the time because he knows you can take it. Be it wrenching you from the bed to pin you face first against the wall or pulling your legs over your head to expose you to his roaming tongue, you better be ready. When he’s impatient or angry, he’ll do the bare minimum to get you ready before he penetrates you roughly. His cock is ridged and barbed in an inherently inhuman way, and is enough to make you cum hard even without his wandering hands.

Fighting and wrestling turns Genji on like no other. He expects you to struggle and fight him as you fuck. Bite him, scratch him, roll his over so you can wrap your hands around his neck while you fuck him; it’ll only rile him up more. He’ll definitely return the favour, marking your neck, shoulders and chest in a motley of bruises and scratches left from his fangs and claws.

Aftercare is a big thing for the two of you after such a wild bout of sex. Slow, sensual healing brings the two of you back to earth, making you fall deeper in love with him. He’ll slowly caress the marks he left on you, and before you fall asleep you can see him cup his hands over your bite-marks with a tender smile on his face.

Hanzo x Artist!Reader

starcallerrandgrid:

demialwrites:

A little something for @starcallerrandgrid ! May not be exactly what you were hoping for, but this is what inspired me.  ._.;;;

The intensity with which Hanzo stared at your fingers while you were drawing was a little distracting. You weren’t used to such focused attention. It prickled up your skin. Yet, you were content to have him nearby, so you continued to work. Time and again, Hanzo sat by your side to watch you draw. And then paint. His dark eyes twitched in short zig-zags as he followed the lines and the colours you chose. His brows tried to meet in the middle, creating a gentle fold in the skin.

He never offered a comment unless you asked, just watched. You were still nervous, but you became used to his presence. You sank down into your own world and didn’t notice he switched from leaning on one elbow to the other. And back. That he yawned, ending it with the softest groan, curling his tongue inward before shutting his mouth.

You may have shifted positions once, while Hanzo switched elbows a dozen times. Then his chin slipped off his palm. His sagging eyelids snapped open as he mentally kicked himself. Hanzo resettled and smoothed the lick of black hair at the front of his hairline between his thumb and forefinger. He rubbed his eyes and then smoothed his brows upwards. A little bit of vanity and fussiness leaking through.

An hour went by, and you took a break. You remembered Hanzo had been there when you started and looked up to find him. You looked side-to-side. Then looked down, to see Hanzo curled up and asleep at your knee, his arm around his head protectively.

You kept drawing, and Hanzo kept succumbing to his sleepiness. Until one week, you didn’t draw. Didn’t create. You weren’t feeling up to it. Hanzo noticed, and he assumed you were had just been busy while he wasn’t there.

One day, he brought it up out of the blue.

“If you’re not comfortable with me watching you sketch, you should tell me.”

“I’m not! I haven’t made anything.”

“Oh,” he said, looking sheepish. “I had just been waiting so I could watch.”

“But you fall asleep every time. Are you…are you bored?”

You searched for signs of an impending guilty admission in his features.

“No,” he said. You found none. Instead, his upper lids dipped dangerously close to his lower lids. “Lately, I cannot sleep. It’s strange, but the only thing that calms me down, that comforts me enough to let me rest, is watching you work.” He put his hand on yours and caressed your skin with his thumb. “I don’t mean to offend you. If I could stay awake to watch you create, I would.”

You came up with the best idea. You took up doodling before bedtime. Hanzo watched, his cheek smushed against your shoulder. Pretty soon he was conked out on the mattress next to you. His arm lay limply across your lap and his forehead against your hip.

You put aside your current drawing for your real one. You took an empty page, and eyeing Hanzo closely, you began to outline his face. Your fingers trembled from staring so intimately at your love’s face secretly, but you pushed on. You completed the piece bit-by-bit, hiding it each night before joining Hanzo in slumber. Pretty soon, you had a piece of art to gift to him, and the smudgy circles under his eyes were considerably faded.

Today was the day you were going to show your love the portrait. You had it printed the day before. Before going to find him, you were pulled it carefully out of its folder. Like the ninja he was, Hanzo was already behind you.

“Are you going to draw today?” he asked hopefully. A few moments of silence. “Is that…me?”

You nodded.

His chest expanded gently against your back as he took in the art you created.

“So you drew this while I was sleeping. Clever.”

You heard the smile in his voice and you smiled back. You blushed and tried to get away, but he trapped you in a loving embrace from behind.

“I love it,” he said tenderly, pressing a kiss to your temple, then your cheekbone, and then your jaw. Hanzo remained silent, brushing his lips along your skin, tickling your nerves that lead down your spine. He paused to ask, “Is this a bad time to make love to you?”

Please let me do that ;_; ♥♥♥

And, omg, last line ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Hanzo x Artist!Reader

A little something for @starcallerrandgrid ! May not be exactly what you were hoping for, but this is what inspired me.  ._.;;;

The intensity with which Hanzo stared at your fingers while you were drawing was a little distracting. You weren’t used to such focused attention. It prickled up your skin. Yet, you were content to have him nearby, so you continued to work. Time and again, Hanzo sat by your side to watch you draw. And then paint. His dark eyes twitched in short zig-zags as he followed the lines and the colours you chose. His brows tried to meet in the middle, creating a gentle fold in the skin.

He never offered a comment unless you asked, just watched. You were still nervous, but you became used to his presence. You sank down into your own world and didn’t notice he switched from leaning on one elbow to the other. And back. That he yawned, ending it with the softest groan, curling his tongue inward before shutting his mouth.

You may have shifted positions once, while Hanzo switched elbows a dozen times. Then his chin slipped off his palm. His sagging eyelids snapped open as he mentally kicked himself. Hanzo resettled and smoothed the lick of black hair at the front of his hairline between his thumb and forefinger. He rubbed his eyes and then smoothed his brows upwards. A little bit of vanity and fussiness leaking through.

An hour went by, and you took a break. You remembered Hanzo had been there when you started and looked up to find him. You looked side-to-side. Then looked down, to see Hanzo curled up and asleep at your knee, his arm around his head protectively.

You kept drawing, and Hanzo kept succumbing to his sleepiness. Until one week, you didn’t draw. Didn’t create. You weren’t feeling up to it. Hanzo noticed, and he assumed you were had just been busy while he wasn’t there.

One day, he brought it up out of the blue.

“If you’re not comfortable with me watching you sketch, you should tell me.”

“I’m not! I haven’t made anything.”

“Oh,” he said, looking sheepish. “I had just been waiting so I could watch.”

“But you fall asleep every time. Are you…are you bored?”

You searched for signs of an impending guilty admission in his features.

“No,” he said. You found none. Instead, his upper lids dipped dangerously close to his lower lids. “Lately, I cannot sleep. It’s strange, but the only thing that calms me down, that comforts me enough to let me rest, is watching you work.” He put his hand on yours and caressed your skin with his thumb. “I don’t mean to offend you. If I could stay awake to watch you create, I would.”

You came up with the best idea. You took up doodling before bedtime. Hanzo watched, his cheek smushed against your shoulder. Pretty soon he was conked out on the mattress next to you. His arm lay limply across your lap and his forehead against your hip.

You put aside your current drawing for your real one. You took an empty page, and eyeing Hanzo closely, you began to outline his face. Your fingers trembled from staring so intimately at your love’s face secretly, but you pushed on. You completed the piece bit-by-bit, hiding it each night before joining Hanzo in slumber. Pretty soon, you had a piece of art to gift to him, and the smudgy circles under his eyes were considerably faded.

Today was the day you were going to show your love the portrait. You had it printed the day before. Before going to find him, you were pulled it carefully out of its folder. Like the ninja he was, Hanzo was already behind you.

“Are you going to draw today?” he asked hopefully. A few moments of silence. “Is that…me?”

You nodded.

His chest expanded gently against your back as he took in the art you created.

“So you drew this while I was sleeping. Clever.”

You heard the smile in his voice and you smiled back. You blushed and tried to get away, but he trapped you in a loving embrace from behind.

“I love it,” he said tenderly, pressing a kiss to your temple, then your cheekbone, and then your jaw. Hanzo remained silent, brushing his lips along your skin, tickling your nerves that lead down your spine. He paused to ask, “Is this a bad time to make love to you?”