Imagine when you’re first dating Genji, he’s convinced that because you seem so quiet and gentle and unassuming that you’ll be a bottom bitch. When he starts kissing and holding you, you’re melting in his arms and hanging off his strong frame, softer form moulding against his armour. Your kisses are intoxicating and he loves it, but deep down inside he’s a bit disappointed that you’re not fiercer and the take charge sort. Oh well, it’s okay, he’ll have a lot of fun with you regardless.
But inside, you’re laughing a little at how he thinks you’re gonna lie there and take it. You don’t know that he’s disappointed, but you do know he’s in for a surprise when he actually gets in bed with you. The first time you actually get him on a bed, you push him down and straddle his hips right off the bat, helping him take off his helmet gently but firmly.
When his face is revealed, his eyes are wide and he’s blushing so prettily that you can’t help but giggle and tap his nose.
“Did you really think I’ll roll over and take it?”
He gulps, nods nervously. Good, there’s a reason for him to be nervous. By the time you’re done with him, he’s a mess of a cyborg, armour all ripped off him and kiss marks littering what skin he does have. His cock is soft and red as a cherry, soaking wet from your juices and his cum that have frothed up at the base of his cock. Genji’s eyes are all wonky, still rolling in his head as he tries to focus, and his eyelashes flutter up and down uncontrollably.
Yes, you think, there was a real reason for him to be nervous. Well, at least now he knows better.
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make him understand where is his place
Genji always tells you not to shy away from putting more weight on him. With his armour and his body mods, he can take the force of a hurtling truck to his chest and not flinch.
Step on him as hard as you’d like, he will strain to sit up and kiss your leg wherever he can reach, a devious smile on his devastatingly handsome features. You lean down and forward, putting more and more weight on him until he is utterly pinned under your foot. The ninja can only lick his lips and curl his hands around your ankle – to support, to touch, to connect.
His dark eyes travel up the long line of your leg, up between your thighs and to the dark crux of your legs that hide his most favourite place. It’s covered by your skirt and your panties, but the damp spot over your lips are hard to miss. He licks his own lips, imagining your taste blooming over his tongue and filling his nose, his mouth, until all he can feel and taste is you.
Quietly he begs. Politely. Obscenely. Saccharine sweet and full of dark seduction. His fingers squeeze your ankle and tickle up and down your calves and rest in the sensitive underside of your knees, caressing gently and telling you it could be his tongue instead of his fingers.
Instead of giving him what he wants, the greedy boy, you move your foot and press the toes against his metal jaw, telling him that if he’s a good boy, he might get to do all that. But first, he needs to shine your shoe. With his spit.
Genji smiles, hands moving to close over the top of your foot and the back of your heel. Oh, he can do that. As he sucks on the leather, he closes his eyes and groans as you step on his face to make sure he behaves. Oh, he’ll be such a good boy, you’ll see.
Do you have any sfw and nsfw headcanons for Submissive Demon Hanzo with his dom?
Yep, sure do 🙂
SFW
Demon!Hanzo is cunning, underhanded, and willing to do anything to accomplish his goals. However, he has a strong sense of honour with a skewed moral compass. He will do anything to protect that which he considers his, and there is very little that belongs to him. And you? You belong to him as much as he belongs to you, so be prepared to find that he’s constantly warding off other demons and protecting your house like it was his own den.
When you both first met, it was likely to have been the result of a clash of territories. His wit against yours. Hanzo fancies himself skilled in the art of speech and deal-making, but you? You are his match. He’s mesmerised by your skill, impressed with how you’re playing him like a shamisen, and utterly taken with your confidence. You’re perfection and he must have you.
Magic is strong in his blood, making Hanzo perfectly capable of assuming a human visage and living with you as any other human husband would. When you’re out of the house on errands, he accompanies you with a stoic look on his face, a sneer on his lips at the human rabble as he passes them. When you’re busy working, Hanzo would be out securing his territory, patrolling and fighting off others to amuse himself in your absence. At night, he serves you as diligently as any loyal servant, caring for you and cooking foods that he has learned over the years that he has been alive. His father would be appalled at how submissive he is, but Hanzo now knows there is power in service.
For the first time in his life, Hanzo doesn’t need to posture and pretend when he is with you. You don’t care that he’s a demon, that he’s practically royalty, that he can easily kill you if he has a sudden change of heart. His line is as fickle as they are powerful – concubines upon concubines are the preference of the Shimada clan. For once, he has to earn the affection of someone outside of his clan and it’s intoxicating when you praise him and reward him for his efforts. For once, there is someone who can fulfil his substantial sexual appetite, heck, you’re probably more demanding than he is. And he loves it.
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Rope never holds Hanzo. Metal does nothing either. No, for him, you need special sutras to secure him in place. Ones that have been twisted into twine and pasted onto thick manacles are the only things that can hold him. They bind away his magical strength and make him as weak as a human, and stronger sutras turn his muscles to jelly and haze his consciousness, leaving him vulnerable to your every whim.
The stamina of demons is legendary and Hanzo is no exception. He will cum as many times as you want, lasting long after his cock becomes sore and his ass feels gaped from how many times you fuck him. Sometimes he will curse his body as it fails him, trembling and shaking as he drags himself to your feet to kiss it, apologising that he can’t keep up with your desire to fuck. Other times, he will hold his orgasm for as long as you deem fit, his grey skin turning dark as he puts that hard-earned discipline to good use. He will cry and he will swear, but he will not cum without your permission.
Hanzo vastly prefers rough sex. The rougher you are, the harder he cums. He wants to battle, to fight, even in bed, and he will make you work for his submission. If he isn’t covered in bruises, scratches, bites, and bleeding by the end of the night, it wasn’t a good night. Likewise, he will leave his mark on you with passionate scratches and bites, smugly looking over his handiwork when you’re finally all fucked out and lying next to him in bed.
Despite his fangs, he has a bit of an oral fixation. He will explore you with his mouth and his lips over his hands, only using his bulky arms to help hold you in place as he eats you out. Hopefully, you won’t mind a bit of pain, because he often nicks you with his sharp fangs, grazing his teeth against your sodden pussy lips as he sticks his tongue in you as far as it can go. Oh, and it can go far. His tongue is thick and long, able to extend far beyond what should be possible and tickling your G-spot with ease. It’s taken him a long time of trial and error, but now he’s able to find it with unerring accuracy, driving you to your orgasm at a breathtaking pace. And when he eats you out, he always looks like he’s in bliss, looking like he can stay between your thighs for the rest of his life without complaint.
Flavoured lube 👅
“Hey, put this on.”
Genji rouses from his ‘meditation’ and rolls his head around to look at you upside down. “Hmmmm?” A gag, blindfold, and collar are tossed onto his chest and he looks at them with a raised brow. “What’s this for?”
From the other room, you yell at him to just put it on since you have your hands full. The ninja obliges, gnawing on the rubber ball that tastes more like saliva than it does rubber at this point. The collar goes on next after he strips off his crotch guard and all other pieces of his armour that can be removed, and after that the blindfold. It’s soft around his eyes and he lies back with his arms crossed over his chest. Faintly, he hears you rummage around in your office and wonders what exactly you’re doing. But it doesn’t sound like you’re able to find what you’re looking for, so maaaaaybe you won’t mind if he takes a little nap.
(a few moments later)
A sharp ‘a-HA’ startles him and he groans.
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i rlly liked ur s76 & reaper as the main event as a bdsm party omg!!! so could i request the dame scenario but w genji and/or hanzo?? ilysm and congrats on 400 followers!!!!
Thank you! I love all you readers too; I don’t think I could be here without all you guys ;^;
Reaper and s76′s version is here! Also, I did post-OW Genji because Young!Genji would be a slut like s76 lmao. Might have gotten too carried away with Genji’s bit but I was reading the programme for a future femdom party and got too excited. The femdom olympics isn’t an original idea btw, I took inspiration from said programme and from what I’ve seen in previous femdom parties.
Hanzo
- Hanzo is a very private person and as a result, he doesn’t like going to parties much. What you and he do is just between you and him. He does, however, follow you to parties so you can mingle and hang out with your friends. At parties where subs would be stripped down to their skin, Hanzo would be there in a plain fundoshi or a jockstrap. He feels that his cock is yours and you wouldn’t want your junk displayed, so he keeps that in his pants and doesn’t let anyone other than you touch it. In the meantime, he spends his time kneeling by your side with textbook perfect posture, setting an example for all other subs to see. He likes showing off like this; likes showing that you’ve trained him so well and that he deserves to be by your side. When he’s not kneeling by your side or serving as your footstool, he’s off making tea or fetching drinks and little plates of food. He might ask if you’d like anything but if you tell him to surprise you, he knows exactly what you like and presents you the perfect plate. Artful arrangement and all.
- Sometimes, if he’s in the mood for it, you take him for a spin. By a spin, you mean putting on a show. While not comfortable with sexual acts, Hanzo is very much up for anything else. He is, to the delight of all rope enthusiasts, the perfect rope bunny. He’s thick, broad, perfectly proportioned with the right amount of muscle to make both men and women drool. Before you begin, Hanzo will take the initiative to set out everything you possibly need, even going so far as to set up the suspension hook in case you’re in the mood for that. Red rope contrasts beautifully with his skin tone and his tattoo, and once you’re done dolling him all up, no one can deny his beauty. The harness winds around his thick torso and meaty pecs, hefting them and enhancing them until they almost look like boobs. You might even tie a couple of ropes down between his legs to showcase the deep vee of his Adonis belt and the growing erection that tents his chosen underwear. Hanzo gets so embarrassed when you lovingly caress his cock and particularly when you adjust the rope so a knot presses against the bud of his asshole. And when you do string him up, splaying him wide with one leg suspended and the other tip-toeing on the floor desperately for some purchase, Hanzo blushes deeply and slowly descends into subspace, staring deep into your eyes and forgetting the crowd that gathers around him as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear.
- As with most Japanese men, Hanzo doesn’t have much body hair, and what body hair he has is all on his legs. That’s a good thing for you because, when combined with wax play, means that he doesn’t have to do much preparation before parties other than shaving his pubes. This is the one time he’s okay with public nudity, mostly because he knows you’ll cover his cock and balls with wax anyway. He’ll lay out all your candles according to their hues, stupidly organised man that he is, and put down a couple of towels on the massage table and the floor to minimise the mess you’ll make. Then he’ll lie on the table after stripping on your order, arranging himself as you like. He might have his hands stretched over his head, or have his limbs bound to the legs of the table. And then? Then you can go to town on him. Pour it on his nipples and he moans quietly, biting on his lip to keep his noise to a minimum. Pour it on the base of his cock or on his pelvis and he’ll writhe like a madman. He’ll never get more than half-hard like this, but it’s such a performance that everyone is drawn to his reactions and his sounds more than his cock.
- At the end of it, Hanzo doesn’t need much aftercare in the traditional sense. He just needs some help removing the wax and then a quick rub down in the washroom – you can scrub him back at home where he feels more comfortable. Then he’ll just spend the rest of the night in your lap, fetching you both drinks and food and just enjoying hearing you talk as he dozes. It’s the only time he lets his guard down, mostly because he feels so safe around you and knows that no one will take advantage of him like this. Of course, he offers to drive on the way back and will even carry you to the car if your feet ache from your heels.
Genji
- Of all the parties that you go to, the FemDom centric ones are his favourite. Why? Because all the activities are so fucking creative, that’s why. It’s probably the most fun he’s had since his youth. The first half of those parties are the easy part; like the calm before the storm. Because he’s pretty much 75% cyborg at this point, he doesn’t bother to strip to his skivvies. Oh no, he goes one step further. Cosplay. He’ll dress up as your favourite anime (or otherwise) character, or he might go as a cat-boy, and serve you like that. You love his creativity and he loves being praised, and so every time he comes to the table to serve food or drinks and gets a little kiss to the chin, he melts and has to take a second to compose himself before he kneels down and sits to wait for your next order.
- And then comes the fun part. What he likes to call the FemDom Olympics. There isn’t much that he can strip from his armour, but he takes off what he can so he’s on equal footing with the rest of the subs. Contests of pain are common at these parties, which means a ton of flogging and a ton of ball kicking. Right up his alley. He lines up with the rest of the subs along one wall, facing it with his hands propping him up. He might have his head down or he might be staring at the wall, but either way, when he hears the whistle, he closes his eyes and grins as you let your arm fly. Stroke after stroke after stroke he takes it, lasting long after his skin turns bright red and most others have tapped out. He would do it until he turns black and blue, but luckily his pain tolerance (and masochism) is legendary and he never has to. As the other subs and dommes glare balefully at him, he’ll soak up your praise and kisses and gratefully kneel beside you as you receive the prize for winning – a beautiful, cruel looking dragon tail that he can’t wait for you to test it out on him at home.
- One time, there was an event that was affectionately called the ‘25m dash’. A fairly innocent name, if not for the fact that there would be no running involved. Instead, it’s a matter of who can ride a 10-inch dildo the longest. Oh yes, Genji has been training for this day. His ass was ready. It was a spectacle to behold, what with a room full of submissives with their dommes standing over them, counters in hand. He remembers looking up at you, eyes already hazed in arousal from you stretching his ass with three fingers and massaging his prostate. Luckily you had the foresight of putting a cock ring on him, otherwise, he would have cum embarrassingly fast. Also equally luckily, there was no disqualification for orgasming so he could ride as long as he wanted as long as he didn’t stop for more than thirty seconds. Ah, the memory still gets him going some days – the memory of putting his hands on the ground behind him for balance as he bounced his ass up and down that dildo for what seemed like an eternity. It was his favourite dildo, to boot, curved and studded in all the right places and it prodded his prostate on every downstroke. Oh, he came at least once if he remembers it right, but it didn’t stop him from completing those hundred strokes the fastest. In celebration, he came with a cry, cum spattering your legs and even the participant across him, his orgasm was that powerful.
- Unlike the other guys, Genji’s still raring to go by the time you’re ready to go home. If you’re tired, he’ll happily carry everything for you and even cradle you in his arms into the car. He didn’t have to do any of the work at the party, so with your permission, he’ll take care of you. If you aren’t, he makes sure to hurry you along and pester you until you pin him to the bed and fuck him senseless. He’s cum a bunch of times already, but there’s just something about the energy of the party that makes him super horny and pumped up. At home, under you, over you, he’ll fuck you for as long as you want and cum in you as many times as you desire. Heck, he’ll only stop when you tell him that you’re tired and oversensitive and ready to go to bed. Even then, Genji will clean everything and snuggle you in the shower, even help dry your hair and then join you in bed.
During a hybrid’s heat/rut, we all know that they won’t stop until they nut and fill you to the brim with your seed. But what if you, as the owner, go into a heat of your own? Spurred by your boy Hanzo’s fierce desire to make sure you don’t know where he ends and you begin, you get super horny too.
In fact, you get so horny that when he finally knots you after some time of frantically fucking you, you’re not satisfied by his admittedly admirable effort. You’re on the brink of orgasm when he shoves his knot inside you and cums, leaving you hanging as he trembles to a stop and pins you in place.
Ah, but you’ve prepared yourself for this.
Vibrator to the rescue! Hanzo shivers when he sees you let it buzz to life – in anticipation or in fear, you have no idea. But at this point, you don’t really care either. You press the head to your clit and moan in relief, rocking on his knot and digging the nails of your free hand into his ass to keep him balls deep at all times. In a matter of seconds, the powerful vibrator sends you over the edge and you cum with a cry that’s quickly echoed by Hanzo’s high pitched whimpers when you clench and milk his trapped cock.
Unfortunately for your toy boy, you don’t stop there. Why have just one orgasm when you can have as many as you want? Especially since you have him right where you want him.
Immediately, Hanzo starts to beg for mercy, trying to dislodge his huge knot from your clenching pussy desperately. No more, no more, he can’t take any more! It’s getting too sensitive and –
With a howl, the wolfdog orgasms out of the blue, his knot swelling back up and keeping him locked in to prevent his new wave of cum from slipping out of you. You laugh and wind your legs around him.
“Too bad, doggy,” you tut at him, pressing the vibe back onto your throbbing clit so you can clamp down on him again.
“Please,” he begs with tears in his eyes. “Please, it’s too sensiti-”
Hmmm…
Maybe after one more.
Day 20 – Hot Dogging w/ Dirty Talk
“Up, Baby, up!” you ordered, tapping the underside of Reinhardt’s butt cheek.
He corrected the position of his rear, it rising higher in the air. You could see from behind that his enormous package hung between his legs. A good boy keeps his cock on display for his mistress. You grasped your strapon and stroked it, as if you could feel it. Your hand was between his thighs then, tugging on his cock and his balls, like you were milking a cow. You didn’t want any milk from this cock just yet. Not yet. You didn’t put his dick away in a cage for two weeks just to let him cum without some fun on the way.
“Such a good man,” you praised. “Not once did you touch yourself, hmm?”
“No, Mistress,” he was quick to answer. He lived for the purr of your voice when you were pleased with him.
“I just love hearing you say that.” Your voice was seductively-fragranced honey in his ear. “Call me that again.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
He grunted softly at each touch, especially to his cock. You barely got your hand around the whole thing, but he felt it all the same. His white hair stuck out in all directions in cute little spikes. His good eye was glazed and lips parted. You held complete sway over this man, twice your size…or more. His meaty ass looked so juicy, you just had to slide the strapon between them. It was perfect, how it fit between the two little mountains of muscle. You moved your hips up and down, admiring the lovely slide.
“What if I just did this to you, My Pet? Maybe you don’t need to cum tonight.”
The poor, neglected man could not stand the teasing. He backed up into the dildo, whining–as much as his deep voice really could. “Mistress, please. Have pity,” he begged, the last two words he forced from his lungs. Like a dying man, needing your cock pounding his ass to continue living.
Your firm hand bounced off his left cheek. His cock jumped at the slapping sound.
“This is your last warning before I put my dick away, and you get none,” you said.
“How could you be so cruel?” he whispered, almost to himself.
This was the good stuff, that tortured plea. Seeing the formidable, honourable, man hunched and prostrate as much as his frame would allow. He may be trying to convince you to give him some slack, but it made you just want to turn it up a notch just to see what would happen.
You stood up on your knees and draped your body on his back. You growled in your throat, revelling in the warmth of his body and the pretty scars that cut across his back. Evidence of his eager participation in honourable battles. The strapon was still between his cheeks, but this time pointed downward. You made humping-movements, the head of the dildo sliding downward and poking his scrotum. Still teasing.
Reinhardt whimpered, feeling it was going to be a long night.
Day 15 – Human Furniture
Your human footstool, Hanzo Shimada, was getting miffed after a half hour of serving you. He kept still, but he trembled with indignance. You smiled.
“We’re not done.”
“Have pity on your elder,” he muttered.
You scoffed. That was pretty much whining for him. You wished you could see the indignance on his face under his loose hair. It shined orange in the light of the fireplace beyond his bent figure. It was just a bit messy, so like him to have hair that was never truly messy.
“You’re not that old,” you said, tapping your heel.
His back felt hard. Your poor pet was stressed, as usual. His muscles were tense all along his back. So when you dug your heels into the firm flesh between his ribs, he moaned. He closed his mouth, and you kept rubbing at his back. He hummed deeply over and over, his head sagging. His body gently rocked with your efforts until your thighs got tired.
Hanzo was considerably more relaxed by the time you were done. You took your feet off his back, and he made the softest of grunts.
“What’s wrong, My Dragon,” you cooed.
You felt down his side with your toes, then underneath to his chest. He hummed when you got his nipple.
“Do you like that?”
He grunted again. You took his stiff nipple between your big toe and second toe.
“Say it.”
“I like it.” He said it quicker this time.
You gave him the merest of tugs. He rewarded you with a deep keen. It was then that you noticed his thick erection, filled out and waiting.
“Roll over.”
He did so, his stomach rising and falling with deep breaths. You put the bottom of your feet to his stomach just to feel the softness before moving on.
“Good boy.”
You put your feet to his cock. Rubbed them up and down his shaft. You watched his face as you did so. His expression betrayed him.
“Do you want me to not stop?” you asked.
“Yes,” he said, his hot, sensitive flesh bobbing between the sides of your feet.
“Then say it.”
He stubbornly puffed under the stimulation of your soft soles.
“Say it!”
“Don’t…don’t stop,” he said, the last word coming out broken.
Kinktober 2k18 Day 15: Forniphilia (Human Furniture)
Deathfang!Genji x Reader
Day 12 – Pet Play
I have made the executive decision to make this into a hybrid AU one-shot. He is a German shepard.
Gabriel Reyes was going to be a tough one. He was going to require a lot of patience compassion. So you were told, but you adopted him, anyway. He needed an owner, and you needed a companion.
He came with glaring, blood-shot eyes and a muzzle with a worn, white skull decorating the front. A parting gift from the previous owner. Seems they tried to make him into a guard dog. And he relished the job a little too much.
You took him home and explained that you would take the muzzle off when he proved he wasn’t a danger to you.
The first week passed by uneventfully. Gabriel spent most of his time sleeping at your feet while you were home. He ate his food without any sign of worrying you would take it away.
You took him out with you, to the coffee shop, to grocery shopping. All your chores for the week. Gabriel was at your side the whole way. He followed really closely. People were giving you funny looks and giving you lots of space.
A few weeks later, and you figured out it was because Gabriel had been glaring at anyone who he thought came too close to you. The muzzle and black clothes you hadn’t replaced yet probably didn’t help.
He hadn’t done anything to hurt anyone just yet, but you still wanted to say something. He was conveniently still sticking to your side at all hours.
“Hey, Gabriel.”
He hummed in acknowledgement, but it sounded more like a grumble.
“I want to talk to you about how bristly you’re being towards other people.”
His full attention snapped to you. His ears stood, facing your direction.
“I have to keep you safe,” he preemptively started to argue with that gravelly voice you’d grown fond of. “You don’t under-”
“Gabriel, stop.”
His mouth shut. His tall ears flicked back momentarily.
“You’re not a guard dog.” You said it again, more firmly this time. “You’re not a guard dog.”
“But-”
“This is a nice neighbourhood. I’m not in any danger.”
Gabriel’s eyes went to the front door and back. He seemed to be taking in what you said.
Then he sat.
You let him stew in what you said and went to the kitchen. His eyes followed you as you walked. You thought you heard his tail thump on the floor. When you turned around, he was staring blankly at you.
You breathed a sigh of relief inwardly when the next week was better. People still glanced at your hybrid, but it was for his resting bitch face. You removed his muzzle then.
Gabriel was happier almost overnight. He kept the lovely, dark voice and even sassed you with it. Told you more about his past. You were starting to feel like you got that companion you wanted.
The sass evolved into flirting when you started to give back what he was dishing out. You were nose-to-nose on the sofa, giving each other shit, when he decided to do something about the tension. He was on the floor below you, like an obedient pup, so he jumped up and pressed you into the cushions.
“You starting something you can finish?”
This was the moment you both were waiting for. He had come a long way since you first took him home. All you wanted was for him to like and trust you as an owner, and you got more. But as owner, it had to be on your terms.
“That’s for me to decide,” you said.
He growled and rocked his hips against you, kindling the desire between you.
“True,” he admitted. He wasn’t the master here.
“On the floor.”
After looking like he was about to argue, he left the space between your legs and lay on the floor in front of you. You immediately felt the loss of his body heat and the presence of his large, strong body. You got off the couch to stand over his body. His tail wagged a few times at your gaze on him.
The outline of his erection was tucked upwards. You lowered yourself onto it.
“That’s more like it,” he said, resting hands on your hips.
You smacked them away. He hummed, his cock twitching against you. You rewarded his excitement by rubbing against his cock. Gabriel slack-jaw moaned, like he hadn’t been touched in years. You rocked harder.
“That feels good,” he purred. “Now why don’t we move on to the main event?”
“Shhhh, not this time.”
He kept his mouth firmly shut, muffling his gravely and deep moans and grunts. He kept his fingers dug into the carpet to keep from touching you like you commanded. The way his cock twitched rapidly against your heat just before you brought him to orgasm felt amazing.
His ears flattened as he came inside his clothes, a wet spot spreading across his stomach. You ran your hand up above the cum-stain, his chest rising and falling with his pants.
“Go bathe yourself, Puppy. Then come to bed.”
You went to bed, and your good boy joined you. You drifted off nice and warm, with the light scent of wet dog.
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