Post number 600,, yeET
Hanzo:
He would most likely just smile at you fondly and admire you. You were being so openly romantic that it was enough to make him blush and look at you with that smitten expression. Because you were drunk, you had absolutely no filter… so when you picked up on his expression, you told him that you wished he would look at you in that way more. This led to Hanzo stiffening slightly, clearly flustered. He stroked your face and smiled remorsefully, promising you he’d be better. His heart melted at the sight of your smile.
Soldier: 76:
He wouldn’t allow himself to let you out of his sight; the last thing he wanted was for you to wake up in the morning and regret something. He wasn’t possessive, he would just watch from a far enough distance so you could have your fun but not too far that he couldn’t swoop in and get you out of a situation. Knowing you, this was bound to happen and he knew this from past experiences. So, when his time came, Jack thanked your friends for the good time and practically threw you over his shoulder to carry you out as you laughed and waved at them.
McCree:
He couldn’t resist the opportunity to look after you, you were being more clingy than usual and he was all here for it. You just so bubbly and adorable that he couldn’t stop smiling when you tried to steal his hat and pretend to be him. You were currently straddling his hips, he had his hands on your waist and that million-dollar smile on his face. Soon enough, when you started to get tired, Jesse could easily pick you up and escort you to your room with ease. You latched onto him perfectly and relaxed, breathing in the smell of your boyfriend.
Genji:
He would probably be filming you the entire time… it was perfect blackmail material! You would whine and try and grab the camera off of him, but he would always hold it at arm’s length and giggle as you half-heartedly attempt to steal it from him. Genji would ask you silly questions just to hear your reply in that slurred voice of yours. “Baaaabe.” You pouted before completely giving up and collapsing into his lap. He chuckled, running his fingers through your hair as you babbled something about how mean he was.
Tag: hanzo x reader
Your Broody Brood
“Let him sleep,” you say to Hanzo. You continue to scrub the pot clean of spaghetti sauce from dinner earlier that evening.
“He always sleeps,” he says with a growly undertone. He crosses his arms at the kitchen table. While not the dark pits Shota usually sports, Hanzo has dark circles under his eyes. Something has been disturbing his sleep.
“I know what you’re saying.” Hanzo snorts at that. You continue. “You’re saying he doesn’t train as much as you. Well, he still beats you every time, so…” You trail off and let the wicked grin on your face say the rest.
Hanzo stares at you, letting the silence stretch.
“You’re lucky I don’t take such comments from you personally,” he finally says.
“Why didn’t I soak this bitch?!” you mutter to yourself, still scrubbing. “Sorry, what?” you ask Hanzo.
“Nevermind.”
It wasn’t important, anyway. You rinse the now-clean pot and place it in the drying rack.
“Does he have to use his sleeping bag on the bed?” Hanzo demands from out of nowhere.
“That’s how he likes it,” you say.
“He puts it on top of the blankets!”
“So?!”
“I wish to use those blankets,” Hanzo pouts.
“Then move him. You know it won’t wake him up.”
You get the mental image of Hanzo whipping the blankets and the cocooned Shota falling to the floor, still snoozing away. You smile to yourself.
“That is rude.”
You scoff, as if Hanzo wasn’t just shit-talking Shota just now.
“Saying and doing are two different things,” he claims.
You shake your head, washing the last dish. “If you say so, Hanzo.”
You finish the dishes and sit next to Hanzo to take a moment to relax. You lean against his warm, solid frame, soaking in his heat like a needy human sponge. He hugs you a tad closer with an arm around your waist. A few minutes pass, and Shota walks into the kitchen. His hair is up, and he wears all black on his lean frame.
“Good morning!” you call with a smile. Anytime he gets up is ‘morning’ to you.
“Speak of the devil, and he shall appear,” Hanzo taunts. “What drags your depressed carcass into this kitchen at this hour, Aizawa?”
“Just for that, you can come patrolling with me.”
“You’re a teacher!” Hanzo protests. “You don’t have to!”
He tenses up under you, and you sit up, sensing drama brewing.
“You’ll do as I say if you don’t want me to report Overwatch activities to the authorities.”
Hanzo turns red with anger, but he gets up to do as Shota says. His path to where his bow is stored takes him past the pro hero. Hanzo pauses to lock gazes with the other man. You adore the contrast between them. Two dark-locked, small men, but one with perpetual bedhead and the other with nary a hair out of place, even while relaxing at home. Shota blinks back with his usual, exhausted stare. His expression is somewhat impertinent, and Hanzo furrows his brow further. Still, he has to protect Overwatch, and goes to get Stormbow from its case.
You get up as Shota turns to you. He pecks a kiss to your forehead.
“I’ll have him back by bedtime,” he promises with a tired smile.
You laugh. “He’s older than you!”
“He still acts like one of my students,” Shota mutters, turning to leave.
Kinktober 2k18 Day 22: Cuckolding
Hanzo x Reader x Genji
Remember that one time I said I’d do this. Now I have en excuse to do it.
I love hanzo ok like damn from young to scion to now but me being on the bigger side has me “he won’t like me” because LOOK AT HIM, he also just makes me nervous from how serious he is it messes me up sometimes help
Listen, you just gotta remember that even under all that serious facade, and that rock hard body, that Hanzo is human. He has his weaknesses, the things he prefers. And that even you can enthrall him with your big curves, and enthrall him with the way your body jiggles as Hanzo fucks you senseless. Just because he has standards he upholds for his own body, doesn’t mean that he’s holding you to those same standards. Beyond that, just imagine how special you are because you’re the one person he can stand. The one person he allows to do all the small things that he wouldn’t just let anyone do. The one person he really tries to impress, the one person he really goes out of his way for. That’s you.
I was just thinking about my cat at home and how he’s mastered the art of walking silently despite having a bell on his collar. Literally the only time I hear him is when he’s jumping my fence or counter. (My dog can’t say the same, poor girl)
I bet Hanzo and Genji will be the same, adjusting to their bells so quickly that it kinda defeats the purpose of making them wear the bells in the first place. They can slink into the room and lounge on your bed, blinking at you when you jump at finding them appearing out of the darkness.
Maybe you make them wear bigger and bigger bells to see if they can still walk quietly. And they do! Bloody ninjas. Idk maybe two bells? Yeah that seems to work a little better. There’s a tiny little jingle when they walk around. Not much though, but you’ll take what you can get.
In bed, it’s a totally different story. Jingling and chiming galore when they fuck you so hard the bed thumps against the wall. That’s the best thing about being sandwiched between them – hearing them pant in each ear and the gentle tinkling of the bells on their collar as they start to forget the bells are ever there.
Day 21 – Food Play
Hanzo had to have a few drinks before he felt comfortable enough to do this, but he did it! He was proud and yet embarrassed.
You arrived home to find Hanzo with that blush across his cheeks when he was doing something out of his comfort zone for you. It was somehow adorable and alluring at the same time. He wore the blush because he stripped naked, decorated himself like a dessert, and lay in wait for you. Hanzo was not one to do things half-assed and drew what he thought was a pretty good one-piece swimsuit up along the front of his body with the can of cream. On his nipples, he dropped cherries. Then he sprinkled shaved chocolate all over the whole thing and lay down on the table like a man-sized dessert.
You couldn’t believe your wide eyes. Your feet walked you towards the table, your hands covering your mouth. You always told Hanzo that he looked good enough to eat, with his smooth and perfect skin. With the soft rise and fall of his carefully trained muscles.
Now, with him only in boxer briefs, it was clear he expected some naughty times, but you leapt onto the table without taking anything off.
“Oh, god…”
You breathed the words like a prayer to the heavens and straddled Hanzo’s hips. You sat your sex right on his crotch, so you felt any movement as it happened.
Your appetite got the better of you, and you licked a path up the whipped cream, gulping the rich and sweet topping as you went. You wiped your mouth off, licking the excess off your hand. Hanzo quirked a brow at your poor table manners.
“You’re as voracious as ever,” he observed.
“You’re the one who left yourself on display.”
You had to know if he enjoyed the warm tickle of your tongue up his body. Swallowing the cherry, you dove down to one of his pecs, seeking his nipple. You found it under the pile of melting whipped cream, sweet and pert. A hard nub, which you sucked on, hard, right away.
Hanzo cock stirred against your sex, a hardening lump pressing upward. You ground down, encouraging. A glance up to his face told you it was working. His severe, brown eyes were unfocusing, and his black eyebrows drifted upwards.
For a man like Hanzo and all his cleanliness, he was begging to be messed up with that pretty face of his. Crawling forward, you gave him a big, sloppy kiss. You pulled back to admire your handiwork. The thick muscle of Hanzo’s tongue wiped the whipped you smeared around his lips.
“Taste good?” you asked.
“Mmm,” he confirmed.
You hummed. “I’m hungry for something else…”
You backed off, because you felt Hanzo was near full hardness and needed to suck on it.
“An appetizer, perhaps…?” he offered.
“Nice one,” you said patting his thigh and praising his attempt at a joke. Next, you sighed happily, peeling down his boxer briefs to let his cock free. “You know I like unwrapping you like a present.”
His cock was as fat as his muscular tits, and you enjoyed swallowing it down. His hips jumped off the table, and you with him, hanging on and still sucking. His hands, which lay trained to his sides until now, gripped the edges of the table. You suck and suck, until you swallowed a more bitter and salty cream. Then you returned to licking Hanzo’s body to cancel it out.
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.
hanzo sneakily getting off in the sauna, indulging himself because everyone’s schedules have them busy. towel under him, sweating after his bath. then sis!reader walks in. can’t decide if she “blackmails” him into fucking her or letting her suck his dick -bbydva
This has me thinking of sister!reader has taken after Genji a little more then she did Hanzo. She’ll have mercy on him, she’ll just “blackmail” him into letting her suck his dick. The “blackmail” being a cheeky little video she took of him while he was busy jerking himself off. He doesn’t need to be so upset, he looks really good on camera. The video won’t be shared as long as she gets to swallow his cum. She may be lying through her teeth, she already sent the video to Genji.
Day 18 – Role Reversal
Usually, Hanzo would be the one who was getting you out of trouble. An arrow usually sprouted from your foe’s neck just before he fatally shot you. Then Hanzo would scold you for letting it get that bad.
Him being an Overwatch agent was a thorn in your side, but at least you were alive. You never thanked him in the moment–did he fucking deserve it with that attitude?!–but you were later. When you drifted to sleep, thankful you could sleep.
This time, someone else’s arrow ironically found itself buried in Hanzo’s side. The way it jutted out, and the blood flowing out of the wound, was alarming. You remembered your first aid and bandaged around the arrow, not pulling it out.
Hanzo lay on the ground. What you gave him for the pain knocked him out. He wailed quietly whenever something you did hurt, but he was quiet mostly.
Maybe it was the blood loss, because suddenly Hanzo flew up into a sitting position like a puppet brought to life. He cried out indignantly, angry that he was in pain and not knowing why or remembering.
“Knock it off!” you loudly whispered.
You forced him down by the shoulders. He was weak enough at the moment that you could. God knows the man was stronger than you. He couldn’t be making a fuss right now, when enemies could be around the corner. Pulsefire could be heard in the distance. Far enough away that you weren’t worried. /If/ he stayed quiet.
Maybe he had a bad reaction to the pain medication, because he refused to stay down. His hands batted at you, trying to keep you off him. He mumbled angrily. It was maddening. He knew better. If only he was in the right mind.
Eventually, you lost your temper and climbed on top of him to use your weight to your advantage. Hanzo took your hand clamped down on his mouth as the right time to wrestle.
Really, it wasn’t.
He grappled with you, his hand on your wrist and another around your waist. He was trying to flip the both of you, but he was weaker for the moment. He a very rude thing next. He bit your hand.
“Ow!” you cried out and sat back.
Right onto his raging erection. As if this couldn’t get any more ridiculous.
He took advantage of your surprise and did flip you this time. He pinned your hips down with his bulge against your sex. By the look in his eyes, he was far away, taken there was by lust. But this was not the time.
“No!” you shouted, abandoning caution.
A rapist, Hanzo was not. He looked kicked in the puppy. Then he flopped down next to you onto his back.
“Why?” he asked weakly.
You face-palmed, wishing rescue would hurry up.
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