Author: cyberratting

Hanzo is simultaneously the worst and best fuck Jesse has ever had. For a sniper that is used to sitting quietly for hours on end, he bounces like a rabbit with his hind legs caught when he’s getting stuffed with cock.

He doesn’t seem to know what to do with himself: he tugs at his hair and rips at the sheets, then grabs roughly at Jesse’s hip and bicep, and makes as if to crawl away from the insistent pressure of getting fucked.

“Easy,” Jesse grunts, frowning in concentration as he tries to hold Hanzo’s hips down so he can get to work. His tongue is searching and finding the right corner of his mouth again and again, looking for a cigar that is still gleaming in an ashtray on the bedside table.

Hanzo, though, is not easily tamed; he is a wall of muscle, and there is little Jesse can do when there’s sweat pearling on his forehead as he tries to think through the pleasure of Hanzo squeezing down mercilessly on his dick.

Hanzo makes a choked sound, head back, showing off the strong, trembling curve of his throat. He is still watching Jesse, his eyes gleaming wet with tears of overstimulation.

Jesse’s never had a partner that was as easy as Hanzo is; he barely worked his cock in before the archer had started whining for it, wide chest heaving and dick jerking against Jesse’s hirsute belly.

“Fuck,” Hanzo hisses explosively, then bites his lip, body taut and trembling as he tries to keep himself a bit more contained; but then Jesse moves again, grinding forward, and he moves again, slapping his hands – painfully – against Jesse’s chest, fingers gripping into the thick hair there as he comes sudden and hard on Jesse’s cock.

He’s barely fucked him for more than 15 minutes, and he is dazed, watching as Hanzo pulls his knees up, body practically curling in on itself as he rides his quick, nervous orgasm out.

Afterwards, he is more relaxed, an almost dopey grin on his face as he purrs and undulates his body, fingers still in Jesse’s chest hair, but more petting than tugging now.

“More.”

Jesse huffs.

I was thinking of McCree’s cunt and can you imagine him squirting? When he’s younger he’s still nervous and jittery, practically squealing when Reyes gets him to squirt. But Older McCree just kinda dozes while his cunt’s being played with, chewing absently on a cigar. He wakes up a bit when he squirts, but is too damned lazy to do much about it.

I feel like when he’s older and a big, thicc, hairy daddy he’ll just love making himself squirt while puffing on a cigar. he’d be so unapologetic about it… probs squeeze his hairy pecs and tweak his nipples, too.

and of course Reyes taught him how to properly love himself

sssooo after having a look at your f-list… some gouda gouda master/pet (McReyes) or master/slave (McHanzo) would be vvvvv good. also SPH *deep inhale*

trueblackhand:

i’m soooooo off prompt here but i think u will enjoy anyway ;3 i could write an entire novel about hanzo in chains tbh!!

cn: mchanzo, reinzo, slave world, slave!okami!hanzo, dead dove do not eat, intersex genitalia, anal fingering, choke chain, light breath play, sph

They talk about him like he can’t hear or doesn’t understand. Jesse’s fingers in his hair, calloused tips scratching behind his ear until Hanzo huffs and presses his cheek against Jesse’s thigh.

“So docile now,” a warm voice says, Hanzo glancing up to the figure of a man he hasn’t seen in quite some time.

Reinhardt.

Unease creeps across his skin, it’s the reminder more than anything else. The memory of being bruised and beaten before he’d been taken in and cared for. He hadn’t appreciated the kindness Reinhardt had shown him then, had snarled and fought, giving his would be rescuer no other choice than to keep him in chains.

He’d thought he was going to the Trainer. That whoever Reinhardt planed on delivering him to would break him into something less than himself … perhaps it has already happened.

“He’s a good boy.”

The affection in Jesse’s voice is astounding, filling Hanzo with a heat that hits hard and fast, his cheeks glowing pink. He’s grown used to this, comforted by it. Any disgust he could reach for at what he’s become is long gone. All the rage

—all the regret— that had shaken him so completely fading with every gentle caress.

He is a good boy.

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i feel like hanzo would be such a needy bottom… he’s so used tp being in control that submitting puts him out of his element, scares him a little. he clings desperately to his partner’s arms, hips, whining from his throat no matter what they do. he’s such a pillow princess, too, but once you bully him onto his knees you won’t be able to get him back up until his lips are wet and sore and his partner has nothing left to give.

cyberrat:

mmmhhhh yessss love this v much.

I like the thought of Hanzo being so overwhelmed by being filled so completely and utterly that he can’t figure out what to do with his hands and just grabs frantically at everything he can reach of his partner. It gets even better when he becomes so desperate that he slaps his hands against their chest and pushes them away; not because he wants it to stop or wants them to go away but just because he needs to do something and he has no control over what he is doing anymore.

Just stares down at his cock looking so small and pathetic from this angle, mouth open, making these little ‘hah… hah… hah’ sounds as he gets deep dicked

having thought more on it, I feel like Hanzo in general is someone who gets overwhelmed super easily when getting dicked and then slaps at his partners for no reason other than him not knowing what to do with himself.

also ahegao

i feel like hanzo would be such a needy bottom… he’s so used tp being in control that submitting puts him out of his element, scares him a little. he clings desperately to his partner’s arms, hips, whining from his throat no matter what they do. he’s such a pillow princess, too, but once you bully him onto his knees you won’t be able to get him back up until his lips are wet and sore and his partner has nothing left to give.

mmmhhhh yessss love this v much.

I like the thought of Hanzo being so overwhelmed by being filled so completely and utterly that he can’t figure out what to do with his hands and just grabs frantically at everything he can reach of his partner. It gets even better when he becomes so desperate that he slaps his hands against their chest and pushes them away; not because he wants it to stop or wants them to go away but just because he needs to do something and he has no control over what he is doing anymore.

Just stares down at his cock looking so small and pathetic from this angle, mouth open, making these little ‘hah… hah… hah’ sounds as he gets deep dicked