“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.”
Tag: Hanzo
“I’ve never seen a dick that small. Are you sure it’s even there? Make yourself useful and get on your knees.” With Hanzo?
Combined this ask with a Scion!Hanzo one.
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, I’ll get on my knees…” with hanzo? Maybe even in his scion skin? :3c
“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.
I hope I am doing this right…. Day 15 with Hanzo? And the humillation part can be of his dearie wanting to see him in lingerie or any kind of cute, soft clothing? Calling him “princess” and such. If possible, please!
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.”
omg Imagine hearing kitty!Hanzo purr for the first time. It’s the first time he had purred in a long while so it’s a bit scratchy and weird at first.
He gets embarrassed when you point it out and he tries to stifle it, but after a bit of encouragement he relaxes and begins to purr more naturally. The blush on his face is clear, but you are so happy that he finally feels comfortable enough around you to purr!
I like denial. Not orgasm denial, no. Denial in the sense of…
Well imagine being in the bedroom with Hanzo. He’s strapped to a chair and completely at your mercy. You strip for him.
You run your hands over your body. You squeeze your tits and step dangerously close to Hanzo. He tries to suck on a nipple but he caaaan’t quite reach.
You pull down your panties to show him your pussy. His eyes grow wide. He licks his lips in anticipation and he looks absolutely starved. He thrashes trying to free himself from your bindings. He begs that you let him go so he could touch you. He wants you to smother him with your tits, he wants to eat out your pussy until he can’t breathe, but you don’t let him.
He just has to sit there and watch while you take care of your arousal yourself.
Hybrid!Hanzo is a biter, even when he bonds with you. He likes it when you pet him, but when the pleasure gets too intense he just bites your hand. Not too hard though. Just a love bite, a bit play fighting even.
When he’s feeling particularly playful, he’ll nip at you if you so much as bring your hand close to pet him.
Hanzo never found any issue with biting you. Not when he was first brought into your home, not now after so long.
It’s a code of sorts. It’s a sort of trust, one unspoken and almost intrinsically given now. He could tear the flesh off your hand, make you bleed, or force you away like he did when he was first adopted by you, but now it serves as a lukewarm warning, mellowed by time and patience. It’s almost a jest, a game, a secret between you both–he’d never hurt you. He could, but why would he?
Laying down beside you on the couch as you both watched some holiday special, he scoffs at his past self: foolish for having doubted you, for having bared his fangs and claws. He stifles a yawn and flicks his ears back, trying to enjoy the moment.
The constant, absent-minded petting at his scalp, however, pulls at something inside him. What was once comfortable is now becoming irritating, overly stimulating.
Maybe he is more tired than he expected or he lost control–not that he would ever admit that–but when he turns to bite at your hand as usual, he’s surprised to hear you gasp. The hand in his mouth is yanked away and in his mouth, the taste of copper floods his senses like a raging river.
Adrenaline rushes through him.
Fight.
There is prey to be had.
The is blood to be spilled.
But he shakes his head violently, his ears laying flat as he eyes the wounds–barely there–on your hand. The syrupy warm yet sharp sensation of guilt floods his gut and he tries not to wince. He almost doesn’t want to look up at your face, but his eyes flick up anyway. Just in case.
You’re pouting, holding your hand against your chest.
“Hanzo.”
His ears flatten more against his head as he sits up. You sound so disappointed. So much for trust. “Apologies. I–”
You hold out your hand, a determined look on your face. Whether it’s relief that replaces the grimy feeling inside or something else, he doesn’t quite know, but he does understand that you’re not mad. At least, not quite.
Begrudgingly, he licks your hand. Once.
And you smile at him, giving his head a pat and he clenches his jaws. “Keep the couch warm, I’m going to get a bandage, okay?”
He nips at the air in affirmation, careful to do it away from the offending appendage and lies down in your spot when you get up. He rubs his hands over his face, a little exhausted from the brief exchange.
Yes, foolish, indeed.
day: 13
Genji or hanzo teasing their s/o and the dragons just want to pleasure them so they fight their master or they hear s/o moaning and think they’re being hurt so they fight then too
This would be such a classic comedy moment. Hanzo/Genji is giving it to you hard, you’re moaning and crying out, and all the sudden there’s a dragon in the middle trying to fight its own master off of you. Makes Hanzo/Genji wonder who the dragons are really loyal too.
sexy demon hanzo i made for my friend 💖
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