#sub!hanzo

“Are you certain?”

Hanzo’s eyes avert their gaze, his head turning to the side. Is he sure? No. But he knows you are, and that is enough for him. Slowly, his hand looks for yours and he closes his fingers over your hand. “I am certain that I can trust you.”

You laugh, bringing a wan smile to his lips. “You didn’t answer my question!”

“So I didn’t.” He smirks. But he doesn’t stay cheeky for long. There is a lump in his throat stopping him from saying what he wants to say. So he stalls for time by raising your hand to his lightly chapped lips, pressing gentle butterfly kisses to your knuckles and your fingers. Letting the feel of your skin under his lips ground him.

You don’t rush him either, landing your free hand into his silky soft hair to tousle it while you wait. You tangle your fingers into the raven strands and tug at his ponytail. Displacing his carefully gathered tail and feathering his locks all over his shoulders and around his jaw. With him bent over your hand, he truly looks handsome enough to be the dragon prince he’s fabled to be. “You’re so handsome, did you know that?”

Hanzo jerks his head up to look at you with wide eyes. H-handsome? Him? With his messy hair and unkempt beard?

“Yes, you.” You grin and dip down to kiss his lips gently. “My handsome dragon prince.” More kisses on his cheeks. Your palms move up to cup that sharp, angled jaw so you can tilt his face upwards. “My strong, powerful warrior. With his broad shoulder that has borne so much weight.” One hand leaves his face to smooth over the long line of that broad, muscled, tanned shoulder. “My loyal, loving, lovable man whose hands have protected so many people and fought so many fights. Whose hands have loved and lost.” Said hands come up to grasp at your wrists, warm and rough and solid.

Hanzo’s heart is pounding in his chest, thumping so hard he fears it would burst out of his body. It aches, too, and he doesn’t know why. All he knows is that he wants you to keep telling all those nice things, even when embarrassment makes him burn up and want to curl into himself. He wants you to keep touching him like this, to keep kissing him like this. So he smiles a tiny smile and angles his head, kissing you back just as gently and as passionately, his lips sliding against yours in a soft dance. “Tell me more.”

Greedy dragon. You could never predict him to be hungry for praise, but you love how warm and soft he gets when you tell him what you love about him. He nuzzles his lips against yours, his eyes closed. His body squirms closer to you, almost square in your lap, his beefy arms winding around your waist and your shoulders. It’s almost as if he’s trying to meld his body into yours, hard against soft, hard muscle against feminine softness. His broadness dwarfs you, envelops you, until you’re plastered up against his chest with your hands closed around his neck.

Suddenly, he parts his lips from yours with a soft pop, a furrow in his brow forming as he pouts - pouts! - at you. “You’re not telling me how-” He falters, then picks up his courage with a new gleam in his eyes. “How handsome I am.”

Happiness and pride wash over you in equal measure. Hanzo usually never speaks so highly of his own looks, whether out of self-derison or -consciousness. To hear him say it now is a treat and so you reward him. “My handsome boy. My good, perfect boy.”

He shivers cutely against you, a dopey smile stretching over his devastating good looks, his chiseled features that make him look so coldly regal to everyone. “I like that.”

“You like it when I call you a good boy?”

“Shh, don’t cry. It’ll all be over soon. Now keep counting.”

Hanzo takes a shuddering breath. He studiously does not look at Akande - he seems embarrassed about his outbreak, his cheeks wet with tears and his voice raw from his unadulterated sobs.

His sudden breakdown had come at somewhat of a surprise, but he seemed all the calmer for it, now.

He is meek as the next slap hits his red ass, almost whispering ‘Eight’. Akande hums thoughtfully, one huge hand slowly rubbing across Hanzo’s back; down to his tailbone and then all the way back up to the nape of his neck where he curled his fingers to hold him down.

It is not needed,  as Hanzo is lying heavy and limp across his lap, but the lord of Shimada Castle seems to like it all the same.

The next slap coaxes another sob out of him, but no longer as earth shattering and bone deep as the ones from before. It is almost an aftershock. A small hiccup as his ass gets warmed up and the sting dulls into a deep nestled pain.

“Ten,” Akande counts for him the last slap, voice low and measured, palm motionless once again as it just feels up the hot, tender skin. “You did very well.”

He had been surprised as the Lord had called for his special services, but now he feels like he understands a bit better.

Divested of his heavy, traditional robes, Lord Hanzo Shimada looks almost like a boy. Small and vulnerable.

Akande’s big fingers find their way gently between his cheeks, touching the virgin pink furl of his asshole.

A mighty sob shakes Hanzo’s body, and he cries out something. A plea for more. A plea for him to stop. A plea for mercy. All and nothing.

“Shh,” he murmurs, fingers slowly rounding the warm, tender opening. “You’re being so good for me.”

He will pet him more, and then stand him up; dress him himself to make sure everything is in perfect order before he steps in front of his servants once more.

Sweet one, I have just the recommendations for you. My good boy Lucio is a front runner for those desiring soft loving and Hanzo isn’t too far behind. 

Lucio is a soft, sweet boy, always so happy to receive soft domination that he goes readily to his knees with just a glance. He’s very cuddly and very eager to please, be it with his body or with his submission. Whispering sweet nothings is one of his specialties. Add his beautifully sculpted body to that and you have a boy who’s willing to be manipulated however you like. 

I feel your pain, friend, I feel your pain. It’s true that Genji isn’t for the faint of heart or for beginners, but if you’re that determined to seek revenge, I might have a solution for you.

And that solution is: Hanzo.

Yes, you read that right, the solution is Genji’s beloved older brother, Hanzo. Why, you may ask. Well, first off, Hanzo matches Genji in terms of strength, so in case you need to wrangle that mischevious ninja, Hanzo can help you pin him down however you want. Then, Hanzo is far more obedient than Genji. In fact, so much more obedient that he’ll be eating out of the palm of your hand in no time, and as long as you lavish attention on Hanzo rather than Genji, the ninja will be more motivated to behave. After all, there’s no better motivator than some brotherly rivalry.

You’ll still run into some issues, of course, but Hanzo will help to mitigate them. With the right incentive, he’ll even help to discipline his brother. But for the most part, my muscular, big tittied Hanzo will keep that impertinent ninja in his place. You will do most of the heavy lifting, so to speak, with stern commands and, for the love of all that’s good, never give in to Genji’s wheedling or sweet pleas. They may sound very tempting, but you need to stay strong and avoid giving in; the moment Genji smells weakness or a chink in your armour, he’ll dive for it head first. 

Of course, of course! Hanzo very rarely gets pampered like that, and goodness knows the man deserves it. Now, come this way while Jack goes and gets Hanzo ready. 

Let’s see, let’s open this closet- ah ha! Have your pick of racks here and I’ll help you drag them over to his room. I never expect him to get much use out of these pretty clothes so I keep them behind my desk in case a client needs it. I’ve got lingerie, costumes, dresses, stockings, even a couple of heels in his size. Choose a couple of things and put them on this rack here so we can take them in. They’re all in his size, don’t worry, so feel free to just choose the style and design.

I’d suggest the kimono over there, the frilly maid costume, and this particular set of lingerie; he looks really good in them, particularly when you drag the neckline down to expose his tits. 

Hanzo really, really likes these stockings here. They’re super delicate so you might have to help him into it; his callouses tend to tear them pretty easily. These kinds of garters too are his favourite. Remember to put his underwear on top of the straps so you can fuck him with the garter on. He’ll never say it, but he gets really turned on if you fuck him, or he fucks you, with stockings and garters on.