Super unpracticed at using first person, but let’s give it a go. Also Hanzo is super popular by the looks of my master list, so why not give him another fic. This is really long so I’m sorry about everyone else who has been waiting for theirs – I’ll be done with my test soon and I’ll clear out my inbox! In the meantime, hold off on requests so I don’t take too long to clear it.
I used Miss to refer to the reader, so anon if I got your gender wrong, please let me know and I’ll change it ><
Like with all visits to a good friend, it starts with tea. Not the dinner tea, mind you, but a nice little cuppa and a plate of biscuits. You sit there, perhaps a little unsure and certainly nervous – your wringing hands and stiff back give you away. We’ve been chatting for a little while now, mostly about vanilla things to help you ease your nerves.
“I think some tea might do you good, Miss Reader,” I smile at you kindly and wave Hanzo over.
The regal-looking man comes over with a platter of different tea packets, bending over so you can look at the selection. “Which would you prefer, Miss?” he asks quietly, his broad form oddly unimposing despite almost looming over you.
You take a while to look over the different sachets, eventually choosing your favourite and Hanzo nods. Then he turns to me and smiles knowingly, drifting closer to offer the platter despite already knowing what I’d want. “Rose grey for you, Master?”
“Clever boy,” I grin and pinch his butt cheek as he walks past to attend to the boiling kettle. “Rose grey, yes.”
“Yes, Master.”
Tag: sub!hanzo
“Oh look at you being all flustered…I’m sorry, but you’re not allowed to cum for another week, at least.” with hanzo? Though I wouldn’t make it a week, I’m not that cruel, more of a gentle soul. Maybe a few hours or days :p
You’re kinder than me :p I’d probably do what the reader does in this fic *insert devil horns*
Chastity is something of a punishment for the both of you, you think as you ride Hanzo’s magnificent cock with a satisfied smile on your face. He doesn’t get to touch his cock, but neither do you, and that’s the best part of him aside from his hands and his mouth and his tongue and- well. You miss his cock, simple as that. Of course you let him out every night just to tease him for your sadistic amusement, but he doesn’t get the pleasure of your pussy except on the weekend.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this cock,” you moan and dig your nails into his chest as you rock your hips back and forth. “So perfect,” at your lustful groan he whimpers and tugs you down to his chest so he can kiss you with desperation dripping from his lips, “Made just for me.”
“Will you-” Hanzo licks his lips and clears his hoarse throat, “Will you let me cum tonight?”
The hope and desire in his eyes is intoxicating, the scrambling hands and hungry mouth on your body driving your pleasure to its tipping point. With a fulfilled cry, you orgasm and rut yourself against his cock to prolong your long awaited pinnacle, reveling in his tortured pleas as you slowly come to a halt.
“No! No no don’t stop-”
You slick your hair back and lift yourself off of him despite his iron grip, raising your hand to clamp down on his throat until he lets go. “Poor baby,” you coo without remorse as you watch him inch back from that blissful edge. He’s red in the face with frustration, his jaw stiff from clenching his teeth so tightly and the tendons in his neck are so pronounced as he watches you stroke his cock tenderly.
“Please?” he begs breathlessly in Japanese, tears starting to well up in his eyes as he spots you dragging over a bowl of iced water with your free hand.
“Nah uh,” you shake your head and tap his nose mockingly. “Look at you being all flustered.” Hanzo also starts to shake his head, although so does his body in a full-bodied tremble. “I’m sorry, but you’re allowed to cum for another week, at least,” your innocent grin is punctuated by his quiet sobs as you gently ice down his cock so you can fit it back into its cage.
“But-but it’s been a month!” A month since his last proper orgasm. A month of slowly driving himself insane with desire and want and you.
“Too bad. But since you’re so eager, let’s make that two weeks. How about it?”
If your still doing the smut promps, I’d love to see you write a little bit of embarrassed Hanzo. If you already got this request, I apologize.
You’re alright 🙂 Haven’t gotten many embarrassed prompts.
It is rare that Hanzo meditates in the same room and the same time as Genji, so rare that the younger brother gapes at the sight of his brother’s broad form sitting upon the tatami mat. The cyborg doesn’t say a word but creeps closer, kneeling down gingerly on a cushion next to Hanzo as though approaching a prey animal.
Luckily for him, Hanzo merely cracks open an eye and closes it again, sighing a deep sigh and rolling his shoulders. “Genji.”
“Aniki,” Genji nods in return and is about to turn his attention to the arresting scenery when he spots the deep marks that were gouged into his brother’s back and neck. “Uhhh, aniki?”
“Hm?” Hanzo doesn’t even bother to turn his head to acknowledge his brother.
“Are those…are those scratches on your back?” the cyborg points out, though he doesn’t mention the dark bite marks on the archer’s neck, nor does he mention the hickies that are visible around the nape of his neck.
Immediately, Hanzo stiffens and his eyes pop open. Heat rises in his cheeks and Genji thinks his brother might light on fire if he were to blush more. His hands twitch and he forcibly, in an attempt at nonchalance, tugs up the collar of his shirt so it sits high on his neck. It still doesn’t hide the dark marks or the reddened skin, though Hanzo’s blush does start to hide them quite well as the flush travels down his neck.
The silence between them turns awkward as Hanzo is torn between attempting indifference or running away as fast as his legs can take him. Luckily, his decision is made for him.
“So…” Genji starts, and Hanzo’s head swivels over in horror, “Who screamed more? You, or her?”
It turns out that it’s Genji who screams the most, in laughter anyway, particularly when his brother throws him out the window in mortified embarrassment.
Anyone requested Hanzo in 6?
Who knew that Hanzo would look so good in a sweater. Of course, it’s a sweater with an open back. Anything that reveals his archery trained shoulders would make him look good.
“I should make you wear this every day,” you moan into his ear as you scratch lines down his back. Hanzo whimpers back at you, his own hands clenching into fists by your head as he rocks back and forth to fuck you as best he can with a dildo spearing his ass.
“Th-then,” a gulp and he clears his throat shakily, “I won’t be able to leave your quart-ah!” He yelps as the dick in his ass hits his prostate head on, causing him to rut against you and the dildo feverishly until you tug his hair to get his attention.
You smirk and kiss him gently, clamping down on him hard in a juxtaposition that makes Hanzo swear softly. “That’s the point,” you answer him, gliding your palm from his marked up back over his painted shoulder and to his exposed pectorals which you grope generously. “Wouldn’t you like that? Being at home, waiting for me like a good boy with all your bits exposed, ready for me to play with anytime I want?”
Hanzo wheezes at the fantasy you put to him, biting down on your shoulder to muffle his immediate desire to nod and say that’s what he wants too. But you know him too well and you tug and tug at the sweater until it’s deformed and hanging off his frame like a stretched piece of knitted wool. “So pretty,” you coo into his ear as he picks up his pace again, urged by your tightening legs. “Such a pretty toy.”
Hanzo with smut meme #27?
The new Overwatch is very different from the old organisation, you think, watching as Winston and Lena usher everyone onto the beach. It’ll be fun, they said. It’ll be nice to see what kind of bathing suits everyone wears, Hana said. It’ll be nice to have the rest of the young agents bothering someone other than you, you said.
And Hanzo really doesn’t want to wear a swimsuit of any kind, he said. Too bad, literally everyone said, and convinced McCree and Genji to force the archer into something.
Now you just expect him to turn up in a pair of cutoff shorts or swim trunks or something, but apparently your dragon isn’t that lucky. He skulks over to you with his head down between his shoulders, trying to hide his bare legs behind you as the rest of the team charges ahead onto the pristine sands.
You laugh and snap the elastic band of his speedos and grope his ass, “My my, your brother has taste.”
Hanzo snarls at you in a disgruntled fashion, “This does not cover anything!” He snatches your wrap and knots it around his waist.
Unwilling to be deterred, you grin and lock your arm around his neck to drag him off to a building – changing rooms from the look of it. He sputters when you push him into a cubicle and rip the fabric away from him, revealing his impressive bulge and well built thighs. The cut of the speedo is flattering to his muscled physique, allowing his adonis belt to draw attention to his growing erection.
He blushes at your inspection but does not cover himself, just as you trained him, and instead falls into a parade rest. Bowing his head, Hanzo clears his throat nervously, “Do I not look ridiculous?”
A grope at his ass, a squeeze of his now half hard cock, and you grin lecherously at him, “Not at all.”
Hanzo and a Fem!reader with #7 please?
Hanzo has always been a quiet lover, though there are times that you manage to claw a soft moan from his throat. He chalks it up to living in a conservative household with paper thin walls. You understand, but hell if it doesn’t rankle you that you could be hearing those heavenly noises if he were to just unhinge that cut jaw.
Well, luckily, there’s a solution. Spider gags.
Pretty, pretty Hanzo with his yellow silk ribbon in nothing but his bare skin and that gag, lying on your bed with his legs spread and his eyes begging you for your touch. Truly, you don’t think it can get better. But it does.
The moment you touch him – anywhere – he whines and whimpers like a whore. His tongue dances in his mouth, tries to stifle his sounds to no avail as you pinch and roll his nipples and lick his cock. He yelps when you teasingly mouth his balls, moans dirtily when you bite his inner thigh, and lets out the loudest groan yet when you take his cock down your throat.
And when you finally take pity on the maddened archer and his bobbing, leaking cock? Whimpers, keens, breathy moans – you orgasm from his sounds alone and it only makes him even louder.
You don’t think you can go without the gag now, and while Hanzo can’t exactly beg to differ, he thinks he can’t either.
(1/2) I was thinking about that fluffy noodle dragon stuff from way before. But what if when the boys annoy sis!reader, her dragon manifests in the middle of the night and goes to lie on one of the boys to pin them to their bed until they apologize? Genji can’t stand being restrained and wants out immediately. But Hanzo likes it. Discovers that he likes being submissive to his sister. He prefers her to be in charge of him instead of his father/teachers/trainers. He finds it relaxing.
(2/2) Now I can’t help but think of sis!reader’s dragon restraining Hanzo while she plays with him. Pegging, handjobs or whatever. 👀 ~Demial
Okay, first of all, just before we move on to the nasty stuff. I really love the HC of sister!reader’s dragon going and bullying her brothers into saying that they’re sorry whenever they get on her nerves or piss her off. Those are some funny shenanigans. Genji waking up in the middle of the night, very annoyed and upset like “Not again! What did I do this time!” Like he doesn’t know! (Maybe he’s so full of himself that he really doesn’t?)
But anyway, moving on. Hanzo laying in his bed, face down and pinned, talking to sister!reader’s dragon, “If you think this is going to get you what you want you are sorely mistaken.” “You will have to try harder than that.” Being a jackass in hopes that she’ll come and confront him about it. Like sister!reader is asleep but she’s restlessly asleep ‘til the dragon gets what she wants. Maybe she has to get out of bed and go to Hanzo’s room, pins him down, demands that he apologize, thinking she’s gonna get thrown off immediately. Not only does he not throw her off but he says “make me” and he’s erect. She’s just like, oh.
HELL…YES
I love the imagine of sister!reader’s dragon wrapped around Hanzo like living bondage. So tightly that he’s only able to twitch from whatever stimulation he’s receiving. One day, Genji drops by, sees the situation, and makes a mental note to behave more often…
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