Tag: dom!hanzo

Oooooh man I’m actually really feeling softdom!Young! Hanzo bullying older McCree??? Like Hanzo all proper and polite, and McCree totally overwhelmed and spoiled by this young prince? Maybe it steps a little bit into HardDom territory, with Hanzo teasing/edging McCree, who’s totally beholden to this vision of youthful beauty… maybe even Hanzo deigning to touch McCree’s cock with his impossibly delicate feet… if you’re feeling it, that is. If not, then that’s ok too! :)

Hanzo likes it when Mr. McCree takes him out to dinner, though not for the reason most people might assume. He enjoys the free food and company well enough, but his real enjoyment came from the needy, hopeful looks Mr. McCree shot him, and the knowing little glances they got from all around the tables. Those glances that told him the other patrons thought they knew exactly what was up: Hanzo being young and pretty and going to be fucked on Mr. McCree’s big cock sooner rather than later after the dinner.

He thinks it’s amusing that they think like that when both of them knew how the evening would really go.

“Sit down,” Hanzo orders him as soon as they step into Mr. McCree’s expensive apartment. His big hands flutter helplessly around Hanzo’s hips for a moment, obviously debating whether he should have a touch, but ultimately deciding against it. He blows out a long breath and sits in the chair Hanzo had indicated with a regal nod of his head.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Hanzo asks him mildly, playing with his tie and slowly loosening the tight, perfect knot. Mr. McCree’s head tilts back, showing him his throat. He swallows hard and nods, watching the gape of Hanzo’s shirt.

Hanzo, noticing his distraction, smirks and stands up. He sheds the garment and cups a pec with one hand. Watches how Mr. McCree’s eyes bug out and his cheeks get ruddy red beneath his beard.

“Did you like ogling me tonight?” he continues.

“You’re way too pretty,” McCree agrees with a groan. He lifts his hands and drags them across his face. He looks like a man with an addiction, and Hanzo enjoys that very much.

“Open your pants. Show me your cock.”

Mr. McCree lets out a long, whistling breath through his nose. His hands are shaking as he fumbles with his pants, hectic as a young teen as he fishes inside his boxers and doesn’t manage to pull his cock out for the longest time.

When he finally does manage to wrestle it free from the wet fabric, he grunts in elation, slumping back, large barrel chest heaving as he presents Hanzo with the fat dick; ruddy red and with bulging veins. Not a pretty cock but so very, very tempting.

Hanzo’s mouth waters at the sight; the way Mr. McCree’s large fingers play unselfconsciously with the foreskin; pulling it back and displaying the shiny fat tip to Hanzo’s dark, intent gaze.

“You know what they think?” Hanzo murmurs as he slips out of his boots and leans down to pull off his socks. “They think I’m drooling on your cock right now. That you fuck my throat with that big, fat dick of yours.”

It is crude, and not his preferred way to talk, but he’s found out early how very much Mr. McCree likes it when he’s being lewd. Like now as he groans and tightens his fingers in a ring just beneath the swollen glans; milking a few drops from the slit.

“You like it that they think that way,” Hanzo states, rucking up his pant leg and lifting his foot; so smooth and unblemished looking next to McCree’s dark red dick.

It feels hot against the sole of his foot as he presses it up against McCree’s clothed belly. He allows himself a smirk as the older man immediately snatches his hand away; letting him play with his cock however he likes.

He is chuffing away like a steam engine, hands clawing at the armrests of his chair. His chin is on his chest, staring down at Hanzo’s toes curling and uncurling against the swollen head.

“If only they knew,” Hanzo murmurs, straightening his slim ankle to press the ball of his foot more firmly against McCree’s shaft. “That you pay me to be mean to you…”

Asked @nesy-art whether I could write a lil something for their McHanzo pic(s) and got granted permission ❤ thaaanks

Hanzo squeezed just beneath the head and McCree kicked out like a horse, spurs jangling loud and obnoxiously. Immediately, Hanzo’s fingers tightened painfully on the wavy hair on the nape of his neck and pulled his head away from his shoulder like an unruly puppy.

“Silence,” he admonishes. His face is impassive. Cool. Collected. There is no hair out of line in his neatly trimmed goatee and when Jesse wants to fall forward and wipe his wet mouth against the black, sharp line, he tightens his grip slightly more and shakes him just for good measure.

“Behave.”

Jesse’s mouth is open, his bionic hand clawed in Hanzo’s wide sleeve because he isn’t allowed to grip his arm and give him bruises.

“Darlin’, he pants, and grimaces when Hanzo swipes a thumb across the blunt head of his cock, trimmed fingernail pressing carefully against the weeping slit. “Darlin’. Sweetheart, Babydoll.”

He chants it like a prayer, hips trying to strain up but the immediate loosening of Hanzo’s slick fist – as if he loses interest in the proceedings the second Jesse tries to wrestle control from him – has the cowboy sitting back down on his ass real quick.

He whines high in his throat. Canine. Needy. His cock flexes in Hanzo’s grip, a dollop of salty liquid getting swiped up and smeared across the thin, hot skin in a practiced move.

Jesse’s mouth falls open. His pits are itching with sweat, shirt sticking to his chest. Hanzo hasn’t let him get out of his clothes other than pushing his shirt up and slacks far enough down to get at his cock.

“Sweetheart, Darlin’, please, I… ahh.. hah…”

He moves his knees timidly at Hanzo’s sides and freezes when the movement makes his spurs jingle again. He glances in dog like submission at the archer and catches just about the tiny, satisfied smirk hiding in the corner of his mouth before he is pushed forward with the bossy grip on his neck, his forehead pressed against Hanzo’s tattooed shoulder.

The archer jerks him off slow and patient, face plain, almost bored – and it drives Jesse wild. He’s huffing and groaning like a beast, clutching Hanzo to himself as much as he is allowed.

“Damn,” he whispers, the nervous fight bleeding out of him; body and mind accepting that he is not going to be leading this one – will just be getting whatever Hanzo wants to give.

It is a little easier, then; to just pant warm and wet against Hanzo’s chest, and let the feeling of his rough, sometimes mean hand wash over him and drive him insane.

Hanzo doesn’t say anything, but he squeezes him a little tighter in praise, the slick tunnel of his hand getting that much more addicting, the blunt fingernails of the other hand scratching his neck minimally.

Jesse nearly starts thumping his heel at the ground in pleasure.

“Dog,” Hanzo says, amused like he can hear Jesse’s thoughts.

“Why don’t you make the two of us some tea?” + mchanzo/reaper76 + service kink/lingerie >:)

“Why don’t you make the two of us some tea?” Hanzo asks mildly, and watches with satisfaction as McCree’s face melts from uneasy apprehension into quiet, thankful bliss.

He nods and gets up from his knees, big hands with hairy knuckles smoothing down the front of the skirt of his little maid uniform. 

Hanzo sits at the window, like a lord, hair loose and yukata askew as he smokes his thin pipe and admires the view of McCree in the tiny kitchenette; how hulking his broad, bulky body looks as he handles the utensils and hums softly under his breath.

Nothing offensive – just a mindless tune that is just as ingrained in this ritual as Hanzo’s regal tranquility.

When Jesse comes back, he kneels next to Hanzo pretty as a flower, the saucer with teacup held in his hands.

“Thank you,” Hanzo murmurs and lifts the cup – lets McCree hold the saucer as long as it takes for him to finish enjoying the beverage. He thinks he’ll make McCree straighten the room a little after this. Maybe have him clean beneath the bed so his ass is in the air; easy for Hanzo to flip his skirt up and discover all anew that McCree was going commando beneath; cock and balls hanging freely for the taking.

Yes… A good way to spend a peaceful Sunday. He rather liked the idea.

“You’re so beautiful, all spread out like this, just for me.” With McHanzo, either regular or your Mob Boss AU, God bless

“You’re so beautiful, all spread out like this, just for me.”

Genji wasn’t there to hear him coo, and Hanzo made the most out of it. The dog was shivering against the wooden cross, drooling around his bit and glancing towards the dark window across from him with an uncharacteristically shy flush.

“You figured it already out, didn’t you?” Hanzo reaches out, plucks at the piercing through one dark nipple and watches McCree’s cock lift obediently; filling out even though he squirms and whines into the gag in vague protest. “Of course you did. You have those screens in America as well.”

He slants a gaze towards the dark mirror behind which a few of his guards stand; watching him play with his pet. He reaches down and curls a hand around McCree’s swelling cock; lifts it so they can appraise the meaty girth and length of it; then reaches even farther and lifts the dark, ripe balls beneath. Shows him off like the dog he is.

“You don’t need to fret. They only get to watch. I want to show off how obedient Americans can be…”

He glances up at McCree; still so young beneath the deceptive scruff of his beard. 

His eyes are huge and wet, flicking towards the window again and again, teeth grit into the bit Hanzo so likes to see him in. 

Hanzo reaches up, plucks at the ample chest hair, idly cards his fingers through for the viewing benefit of his guards, then steps to the side and turns his back towards the dark mirror, face tilting up towards McCree, lips softening from their cruel twist into a more fond smile.

“You want to show them how pretty you are for me, don’t you?” he purrs, and pinches McCree’s foreskin closed around the swelling head of his dick when the dog nods slowly, eyes going heavy lidded and needy even though he tries to twist his hips away and shield his body from the gazes he could probably feel.

“Good dog.”