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Shoot Before You See The Target - Hanzo Shimada
Pairing: Hanzo Shimada x reader
Genre: fluff, little bit of hurt/comfort cause its me
Word Count: 2.1k
Summary: from the moment you met, Hanzo's wanted you to be his, but what if he misses the mark with you?
CW: attempted kidnapping, some violence, reader gets held at swordpoint, Hanzo kills a bunch of people, otherwise pretty cute and wholesome
its been a while since i wrote anything overwatch lol but here's some hanzo brainrot i got from listening to too much spotify this week <3
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The first time he sees you, you’re poised in the middle of Hanamura square, hands wrapped around the blue hilt of your sword. There’s a big smile on your face while you demonstrate a technique to a group of kids sporting wooden swords decorated with stickers and marker drawings.
It’s a rare occasion for him to leave his apartment these days, even more rare for him to show his face around town. But he’s started to go stir crazy within those walls, and it’s a nice enough day for a walk.
He leans back against a bike rack and folds his arms across his chest, watching as you go around and correct the stances of several children. You’re so delicate with them, hands gently guiding them into position, encouraging voice cooing at them when they get it right.
He lets a soft sigh blow past his lips. It’s been a long time since he’s seen such delicacy, and it makes him long for better times.
You walk back to the front of the group of children and show them another move, the scabbard of your sword glistening in the sunlight. Hanzo watches your movement, silently correcting it in his head.
You’re good—you’ve definitely had training, but there’s room for improvement. He shakes his head. You don’t need his advice. You’re trying to do a good thing here, teaching the youth of Hanamura and Kanezaka the ways of the sword.
With recent gang activity and violence, it’s admirable. At least, admirable of those ignorant enough to not see how you’re directly presenting yourself as a threat.
Hanzo finds himself watching you for the better part of the afternoon, even after the sun begins to sink low on the horizon. Once all of the people have gone home, children rushing down the streets to get home in time for dinner, you start to pack up your things.
“You can come out,” you say to the pair of eyes watching you from the shadows. “I don’t bite.”
Hanzo considers it for a moment before stepping forwards into the last remnants of the daylight. He doesn’t say anything, but the lift of his eyebrow is an acknowledgment towards you.
You sling your bag over your shoulder. “So, are you looking for lessons?”
“Lessons?” He scoffs, before clearing his throat, “no.”
“Then what brings you here?”
After living with his controlling father and out of control brother, it’s second nature to Hanzo to think on his feet. He would never openly admit that he found you attractive—that would be inappropriate. But he also doesn’t want to lie to you.
“The city is dangerous this time of night I, uh,” he sighs, “I thought I’d offer to escort you home.”
“I think that I just demonstrated I’m more than able to take care of myself.”
You try to fight the butterflies in your stomach at this gorgeous man offering to walk you home. Dark eyes look at you through thick lashes, loose strands of black hair falling out of his bun and into his face.
“Besides, I don’t even know you. How do I know you’re not the danger?”
He extends a hand. “Hanzo.”
“Y/n,” you can’t help but let out a laugh at his eagerness.
Your eyes trail up his hand, following the line work of his tattooed arm. He has muscles but not the pretty, for show kind. No, these are practical muscles built from pain and practice.
“So, y/n,” you like the way your name sounds in his gruff voice. “Can I escort you home?”
Your heart flutters at that. Not ‘do you want me to?’, not ‘I thought I’d offer’ but ‘Can I’. It warms you.
“You promise you’re not going to murder me?”
“The night is young.” His voice is monotone, but the intention is clear. Hanzo is trying to joke with you.
The two of you walk side by side through the city, making small talk in the dark. You learn that Hanzo grew up here from the way he navigates the streets. He’s an archer, he enjoys solitude and warm sake, and he tenses up whenever he mentions his family.
He mentions how he doesn’t leave his apartment very often and how he hasn’t connected with anyone in a long time.
“Why not?”
He shrugs. “I…struggle, sometimes, to connect with others. I don’t like to put myself out there unless I know how it will end.”
“You can’t live your life like that,” you look up at him, and despite the darkness, he can see the sparkle in your eyes. “If you’re always stuck feeling things out, you’ll never get anywhere.”
He looks confused, brows furrowed at your words. He looks so cute like this, you’re tempted to sweep the hair from his face.
“I’ll put it into terms you'll understand,” you shoot him a teasing grin. “It’s like archery. You miss all of the shots you don’t take, right?”
He nods, wondering where you’re going with this.
“Sometimes you’re under pressure or a time crunch, and you don’t have time to line up the perfect shot. You just go for it and hope for the best.”
He still doesn’t understand, but you keep going.
“Sometimes you have to shoot before you see the target.” You say, “sometimes you have to go for things even if you don’t know how they’ll turn out, because what if they turn out better than you could possibly imagine?”
Your words echo in his ears. Sometimes you need to shoot before you see the target. He’s never done that before. He’s always thought of himself as practical and calculated—lining up the perfect shot, holding the perfect position, waiting until the perfect time. He might just have to take your advice.
Before you know it, you’re at the entrance to your apartment, waving goodbye to Hanzo while you walk up the steps. Hanzo waits until the door locks behind you before heading back to his place.
He still thinks of you and your dazzling smile and your words. He needs to see more of you, no matter what it takes.
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It becomes a little routine for the two of you over the next month—Hanzo comes to watch you teach the kids and walks you home afterwards.
You get to know each other more and more, and eventually he even opens up about his clan and his brother and his father. You tell him all about your life, too. How you learned to wield a sword, all about your family and your life in Hanamura.
Eventually you even invite him in for tea or sake at the end of the night, the two of you sitting around the fireplace and chatting even more. He blends right in with your home. All domestic and soft, sharp angles pacified by the softness of his eyes.
You don’t have his number, you don’t know where he lives. Your whole relationship is based on the silent agreement that he’ll show up for you every day, and that you’ll be there waiting for him.
You finish up with the kids a bit later today, the sun already setting as you do. You were teaching a particularly hard technique, and you were late making it to the square after work.
You begin to pack up your stuff. “So, how was your day?”
You don’t see him with your head facing the opposite direction, but you just expect him to be there like every day before.
You’re met with silence.
You turn around, slinging your bag over your shoulder. Your eyes narrow at the bike rack where he usually hangs out, only to see that he’s not there. Your head darts in either direction, but the archer is nowhere to be seen.
Your shoulders slump. You knew it was too good to be true. Whatever. You were fine before him and you’ll be fine after him. Still, it doesn’t stop the way your heart sinks and stomach plummets.
You begin the walk back to your apartment, hand gripping the sword in your bag just in case. It’s true that the streets have been more dangerous lately, and having Hanzo with you made it feel safer. But you’re fine. You’ve always been fine. You’ll be fine.
The sound of footsteps behind you has your head snapping backwards. There’s nothing there, and you manage to convince yourself that it’s the echo of your shoes against the buildings.
You hear more footsteps now and glance over your shoulder. Still nothing. You speed up, eyes locked on the row ahead. More footsteps, louder and faster now.
You glance over your shoulder and see a group of men dressed in all black chasing after you. You start running, pulling your sword out of your back and ripping it out of the hilt. You’re not going down without a fight.
You’re so busy looking over your shoulder that you don’t see the man in front of you. You run directly into him, tumbling onto your butt. Your sword clatters across the brick sidewalk out of your reach. Someone rips you off of the ground, forcing you onto your feet.
A blade presses to your throat, a gruff voice commanding you. “Scream.”
You bite your lip and shake your head. The blade digs in enough to draw blood.
“You’re not the prey we’re looking for tonight. Obey us and you’ll live.”
You clench your jaw. Prey? What prey are they looking for? What could they possibly be trying to attract by using you?
One of the other men in the group approaches you, sword in hand. He points it towards your chest, poking the tip at your sternum.
He starts to apply more pressure, but before he can push too hard, there’s an arrow in his chest and he collapses. You squint at the arrow in the dark.
Suddenly it becomes obvious what their prey is. Or rather, who.
Another man goes down and you can’t suppress the laugh that escapes your lips. It’s hysterical and rough and raw, and anyone around you would think you’re crazy.
The man holding the sword to your throat shoved you forwards. “Shut up,” he nudges you along, trying to force you away from the carnage.
The rest of his men drop around him, perfectly aimed arrows sticking out of them. You glance up in the direction that they’re being shot from, and your eyes meet his. It’s dark and you can hardly see, but you know he’s staring at you.
Hanzo squints at you in the dark. There’s only one left, and it’s the one holding a sword to your throat. One wrong move and you die. He can’t get a clean shot on the man, he can barely see in the dark and the areas of him poking out from behind you are so tiny he won’t be able to hit them.
You see the hesitation on his face, the conflict. But you trust him. It’s Hanzo, and he’s kept you safe for this long. You lock eyes with him and give him a nod.
Hanzo knows what you’re saying without you needing to say it. A month later and your words still ring in his ears. Sometimes you have to shoot before you see the target.
Hanzo nocks another arrow, takes a deep breath, and releases. The arrow sinks into the man’s shoulder, and he drops his sword to the ground. He tumbled onto the sidewalk and clutches at his shoulder, groaning in pain.
Tears fill your eyes. He did it. He hit the shot and saved you.
You pick up your sword from the ground and shove the hilt into the man’s head. He stops groaning, eyes rolling back.
Hanzo comes running towards you, loose strands of hair blowing in the wind. “Are you alright?”
“You hit the shot,” you breathe.
His hands are on you before he can stop them. He’s checking your skin for any bruises or cuts, but the only one he finds is the red mark on your skin from the sword.
He breathes out a sigh of relief, hands gently squeezing your forearms. “I-I’m sorry I was late. There was an issue I needed to take care of and—”
“You saved me.”
Hanzo freezes, mouth falling open. You’re looking at him like he hung the moon, stars in your eyes.
Before you know it, he’s grabbing you and tugging you into him, lips smashing onto yours. His strong arms hold you securely, scared someone’s going to take you from him again.
Your hands tangle in his hair, pushing the loose strands from his face. He tastes like sake and brown sugar and everything you’ve ever wanted. You melt into him, letting your body sag against his.
Hanzo pulls back, a flush to his face you’ve never seen before. “Can I walk you home?”
You lace your fingers with his, offering him a grin. “Promise not to murder me?”
“The night is still young.”
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Hello! I saw that you wrote for Hanzo and was wondering if I could request him having a child with his s/o? Maybe the moment they are born and their first weeks together. Any fluff would be great :) Thank you in advance and have a good day!
this was kinda hard for me to write for bc i personally don’t want children nor do i want to imagine myself pregnant as an afab nonbinary person so i made this very up for interpretation on how reader and hanzo have the child. from a surrogate, reader had the baby themselves or adopted. you decide!
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hanzo shimada x reader (gender neutral)
summary: first time parents with hanzo
Proven wrong
Hanzo never thought of himself to be fatherly material. Growing up to be the heir of the Shimada clan there was no time for children got even time with his own father. There was always constant talk about arrange marriages for him and his brother. He just didn’t see a life where he’d be a good father.
That was until he met you. As radiant as the sun and gentle as light snowfall. You helped him become a better person. Never doubting him and always staying by his side. Encouraging him to interact with other Overwatch agents. And you got along great with Genji. Practically siblings the two of you were.
You are the sun and he is the moon. Complete opposites of each other. A smile was always seen on your face wherever you went. Playful and caring with everyone you met. Yet you were mature and calculating. Always alert on missions, never lazing about when duty called. You were a breath of fresh air for Hanzo. He was absolutely smitten by you.
He asked you out for tea one day. Then asked you to mediate with him. And then if you’d like to train together. From there your relationship bloomed into a romantic one. Gentle touches in public that don’t last long to make him uncomfortable in the presence of others, but still hold meaning to the two of you. And to more longer physical affection behind closed doors. Stealing kisses as you two cooked, hugging from behind in the early mornings. To more hot and heavy kisses on the neck. Hands trailing down further in the bedroom.
He never thought he’d ever have children. But here he was. Holding the small baby in his arms, cradled safely in a blanket. Eyes brimming with unshed tears he didn’t know even formed until he blinked and they fell down his cheeks. He looked over at you where you smiled at him, tears in your own eyes as you stared at Hanzo and your child with so much love. Gently, he rest his forhead on yours. “My loves.”
The following weeks were full of restless nights as you two took turns feeding. But he wasn’t annoyed. He was grateful he wasn’t annoyed. He enjoyed any moment he had with his child. Winston let them have a few months off to care for their baby. Which he was eager to relish every moment with you and your newborn.
Sometimes he had doubts that plagued his mind for days. He was scared he wasn’t doing his best. But you were there to reassure him during peaceful quiet moments in the dark of your bedroom, baby peacefully asleep in the crib.
“You’ve done amazing so far, Han.” You whispered, kissing his bare shoulder where you rest your head not that long ago. “You’re an amazing father. I know our little one loves you so much. Maybe more than me.” A giggle escaped your lips. And a smile appeared on his. “Little rascal falls asleep faster with you than with me.”
“I just do not want to disappoint you, dearest.” He sighed, grabbing a hold of your hand that rested on his knee, bringing it up to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of your hand.
“And you won’t. You’ll never disappoint me.” You kissed his cheek as you scooted closer to him. “Everything will be fine. You will be fine. As long as we’re with each other, yeah?”
Hanzo closed his eyes, smiling at your words. “Always and forever.” He mumbled cupping your face to kiss you.
Hanzo never thought he’d be a father. He never pictured himself with a loving partner and a little one running around causing havoc in their home. But he was proven wrong. And he was happy to be proven wrong.
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Hi could you do Genji, Hanzo, Cassidy, lifewaver and Mauga (separately) where they have matching skins with thier s/o
It took some convincing to make these boys match with you, some more than others, but you were determined to be twinsies on the field.
I threw in two extras, as a treat
Cole Cassidy - Sherlock Holmes and Watson
Took little to no convincing to have him match with you, but he was dead set on being Sherlock
This isn't negotiable
Expect to hear everything but your name out there
"Dear boy", "Watson", and "My dear" is all you're gonna be referred as
Cassidy will refuse to respond to you unless you refer to him as "sir" or "boss"
You could take a bullet to the side and he'll be kneeling over you like: "Hmm, yes, that is indeed a nasty wound my boy"
"You're a moron.....Sir" you groan out as he drags you to Mercy
Eventually, you really play into the roll
wrapping your arms around Cassidy from behind as you press your cheek against his
"Do you have a plan, Boss?"
He coughs, being caught off guard
"Yes, my dear Watson...it's uhh....ya know, this" He says as he spins peacemaker in his hands
"World's greatest detective, everyone" You remark sarcastically
Genji Shimada - Kamen Rider
He's actually the one who first asked to match costumes
You both bickered over who to be
Genji insisted you dress as Evolto, but you also wanted to be Kamen
In the end, you both dressed as Kamen
Genji dressed as Kamen Rider Blade
You dressed as Kamen Rider Gaia
You both pose and exclaim with a loud "Henshin!" after every elimination
The others don't really get it
Genji kinda just shuffles over and hugs you, pressing his faceplate into your chest sadly after being called a "Power Ranger" for the 5th time.
You have to stifle your laughter as you comfort him
"It's not the same thing," he whines, voice muffled by your chest
"Yeah buddy, they're completely different franchises," you chuckle out, rubbing his back
Niran "Bua" Pruksamanee - Bee and Flower
Pretty excited to match costumes with you
Niran took a pretty long time to pick which flower to dress as
"Maybe I should stick with Lotus, but...Jasmines..." he mutters as he brings fabrics to his chest, imagining himself as each flower
you sat on his bed wearing a bumblebee suit, watching on as Niran struggled to make a decision
He settles on fuchsia, bright purples and trailing fabric
Costume is so extravagant that you look comically out of place in your cheap Bee outfit
Niran doesn't mind, in fact, he finds it cute
He especially loves your puns
"Bee mine," you coo as you kiss his cheek
He chuckles as he returns the kiss
Hanzo Shimada - Cupid and Eros
You're gonna have to bust out all your tricks to convince this man to wear something so, in his words, undignified
What ever you do to get him into the cupid costume, expect complaints
"This is....embarassing," he mutters begrudgingly as he sits on your bed, tugging at his pastel pink wings
The bathroom door opens as you step out in your Eros outfit
"How do I look, Babe?'
Hanzo's face immediately erupts into a blazing red
"Wh-What are you wearing?" he exclaims as he adverts his gaze, looking at anywhere but you
Your outfit is... minimal to say the least
Wings, red sash, sandals, bow, and a thin loincloth. That's literally it
Besides that? Nearly all of your skin was on display
"Aww, you don't like it?" you tease as you walk closer to Hanzo
You straddle his lap, feeling him stiffen under you
You cup his face while you rub his cheeks with your thumbs
"I'm just teasing you. I have a much more modest outfit ready
Hanzo lets out a sigh as he looks at you
You lean in closer, ghosting your lips over his ear
"This one is for tonight" you whisper
Hanzo swears you'll be the end of him one day
Maugaloa Malosi - Māui and Hine-nui-te-pō
You brought up the idea of matching costumes and he instantly had a mischievous look in his eyes
He agreed on the condition that he chooses the theme
He dressed as Māui and he helped make a costume for you
You recognized Māui from a movie, but you had no idea who Hine-nui-te-pō was
"Don't worry about it" he assured you with a chuckle
You two had a blast on the battlefield with your matching costumes
Although, you couldn't help but think something was up every time Mauga glanced at you
He'd smirk and throw you a wink
But this was Mauga, so it didn't really set off a red flag
Its not until the end of the battle where a talon grunt said something
"What he'd do to convince you to dress like that?"
You looked confused. The grunt explained she was from New Zealand.
She told you the story of Māui and Hine-nui-te-pō
Your face went from shock, embarrassment, to rage
You stomped your way to Mauga, who wore a shit-eating grin
You stood in front of him as your swung your hands to slap him
But you're too short
"God dammit! Lean over, asshole!" you cry as you jump at him
Mauga breaks into a fit of laughter as he picks you up and swings you around
Jamison Fawkes - Yoshikage Kira and Killer Queen
Surprisingly, Junkrat was pretty hesitant to match costumes
He was worried changing clothes would include bathing
He likes his soot and burns thank you very much
"I have an aesthetic to maintain, mate"
But you knew how to break him
The moment the words "turns anything into a bomb" left your lips, he was instantly on board
Obviously he was gonna be the explosion cat
But since this was Junkrat, you had to approve his costume beforehand
You deadass had to explain to him why entering a bathtub of alcohol and pink sharpie markers to color his skin was a terrible idea
"But the damn cat's pink isn't it?" He asks, dumbfounded that you had a problem with his genius idea
"We'll use facepaint, babe"
You show off your costumes to the rest
Jamie wearing cat ears, Pink face paint, and leather gloves
You wearing a suit, dyed your hair blond, and severed mannequin hand in your pocket
After an ultimate that wiped out a good number of the enemy team, Junkrat clears his throat to speak
"Watashi no na wa "Kira yoshikage" nenrei 33-sai jitaku wa moriōchō hokutō-bu no bessō chitai ni ari ..."
The rest of you kinda stood around staring at him shocked
"I didn't know Mr. Fawkes knew japanese," Mei comments to you in a hushed voice, not wanting to interrupt Junkrat
You and Roadhog kinda look at each other
"He doesn't" you both say in unison
Reinhardt Wilhelm - Knight and Squire
A Knight and his squire? Count him in!
To be honest, you being his squire is somewhat of a fantasy he has, so Reinhardt was pretty excited to match costumes with you
You let him have a major say in your outfit since it was apparent this was big for him
He picked out colors of the old Crusade; Muted browns, greens and vibrant golds
Reinhardt wore his Balderich outfit
He fumbled to find a camera to capture the moment
Before you two left to meet up with the others for training drills, Reinhardt stopped you
"Y/N...can you...do something for me?" He asks nervously, voice almost a whisper
"Yeah sure, what's up big guy?"
"Can you bring me my hammer?" he finally responds after a while
You shrug and walk over to grab the massive weapon, bringing it over with a bit of strain
You had an idea of why he asked you to do this
You knelt on one knee and raised the hammer with both hands
"Your hammer, Sir Wilhelm"
Reinhardt's hands clench into a fists, the fabric of the gloves making a creaking sound from the pressure
He pushes the hammer aside and pulls you in for a bone crushing bear hug
"You've made this old dog happy, Y/N" he mutters as he nuzzles his face into your neck
"Yeah, sure, no problem" you strain out as you see spots on your vision
Reinhardt drops you immediately
"Sorry..." he mutters as he pats your shoulder
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WHO NEEDS A CHRISTMAS ONE SHOT OF HANZO GAINING A PUPPY FOR CHRISTMAS FROM YOU??? CUZ I NEED!!!!! NOW!!! AND I'M READY TO WRITE IT!!!
Edit: this is a IA ART, I use a lot cuz I can't draw and inspires me :D
#overwatch#she/her#overwatch x reader#fem!reader#overwatch fanfiction#overwatch x you#hanzo shimada#hanzo x you
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Dirty Deeds
Overwatch NSFW Headcanons
(Hanzo, Widowmaker, Ashe, Junkrat)
CW : degrading, oral, sex in general, teasing, overstim, prey/hunter, mention of sex toys, uhh brat!ashe
Hanzo :
I feel like this man has a control obsession
He definitely loves to dominate but it secretly turns him on when you take control
He’s got two moods, sweet and caring and then degrading menace
I feel like he’s a giver too,, let him pleasure you - it makes him happy (and horny)
“You feel so good around me. Been thinking about this sloppy hole all day.” Hanzo’s hand came smacking down against your thigh as your body shook. His thrusts were harsh and quick, leaving no room to even process.
“God yeah, take it. You love it. Stick your tongue out for me, slut.” You could barely open your mouth as you behaved. He spat into your mouth and used his rough fingers to shut your jaw. “Good. Now swallow.”
Widowmaker :
She definitely has the best head
She’s a switch but leans more towards top
“Oh my little bug is stuck? Let me help you out…”
Prepare for teasing overload OR overstim,, it honestly depends on what mood she’s in
She definitely knows how to use her hands - her whole job is to be accurate of course ;^>
I feel like she’s 100% into prey/hunter kink as well
You had ran across the room, Widow in tow. You had purposely played coy, knowing she would follow soon after.
“You think you are funny, little mouse? I will eat you alive.”
You couldn’t help but moan as the woman pinned you over the bed, hands already working on your pants. Her fingers teased the sides of your thighs right next to your crotch, making you shake. “Widow please…” you murmured and she looked up from her angle. “Oh my mouse.. If you think you are going to call shots here, you are mistaken.”
Ashe :
She may be the boss of the Deadlock Gang but she isn’t the boss in bed
I feel like she loves being bossed around (she’s a total brat)
She’s the type to make snide comments all day to piss you off just so you’ll fuck her (she’s too embarrassed to ask most of the time)
I feel like she’s also the type who likes to be tied up (not the Cassidy & Ashe animation LMAO)
“Yeah well maybe if you had done the job right in the first place Y/N, we wouldn’t be here.” Ashe rolled her eyes, slamming her drink against the desk.
It had been quite a long day and the last thing you needed was her complaints running you down.
“I don’t need the attitude Ashe. If you wanted to get fucked you should’ve just said. Bend over the desk.” You stood up making your way behind the table, leading her into position.
“It wasn’t an attitude it was just the truth, pumpkin.” Ashe’s voice got quiet as your hands made their way under her blouse, groping her tits. “Yeah whatever you say. Didn’t even wear a bra today, naughty girl..”
Junkrat :
My man is a SPAZZ
He has a high sex drive 100% and will constantly be on you
I feel like he makes or gets toys to bring into the bedroom as well
He’s loud (this isn’t a surprise)
He can and will get turned on by anything, even a kiss
He LOVES getting head, you want him that bad? That’s SO sexy.
Junkrat and you had been cuddling on the couch, having a lazy day. It wasn’t long before a heated make out session started. Jamison pulled away to grin at you.
“I’m not going to lie, I have a bit of an issue.” His eyes wondered down and you could only snort. He always had this issue. You suppose you could help him out..
You sunk in between his legs, hand rubbing his tent as the other began peeling his pants off.
“Oh doll, you're too good to me. Just like that!”
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If They Accidentally Injured You
Cole Cassidy x Reader
Hanzo Shimada x Reader
Summary: How they’d react if they accidentally injured you on a mission.
W/C: 400+
This is kinda shit, so have fun reading LMAO. I don’t think I proof read it, might have and I don’t remember. I just felt bad for not posting for a hot minute. I’m working on some Cassidy angst too. I have no idea when it’ll be done but look out for it <3
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Cole Cassidy
Personally, I think it’d take him a while to forgive himself.
His hand had slipped on the field and despite his typically good handle on his peacekeeper, it had slipped from his grasp and in his attempts to grab it, it shot into your heel.
Immediately after he had processed what happened he ran to you in a panic asking and making sure that you were okay.
He made sure to wrap it up before proceeding with anything.
While doing this all you could hear were countless apologies falling out of his mouth.
You had to reassure him that you were okay and that things happen sometimes.
Thankfully it had only shot you in the foot, he wouldn’t have been able to forgive himself had it shot you anywhere fatal.
While it was healing if you ever needed assistance getting around he was more than happy to aid.
Even though it only shot you in the foot he still has so much guilt.
It takes so much convincing him, weeks, months, after the fact to let him know that accidents happen and that you're okay and forgive him for it.
After a lot of convincing he drops it.
Still, everytime he sees the scar that he left a sour look comes to his face, knowing it could’ve been avoided with something as simple as a better grip.
Hanzo Shimada
He doesn’t forgive himself even after time and time of trying to convince him that you’re okay.
Poor baby’s first thought when he accidentally pierced your shoulder with his arrow was Genji. He already hurt one person close to him, he wasn’t ready for another.
As soon as he heard you let out a sound of pain from his arrow he dropped his bow and ran to you as fast as his legs could take him.
Thankfully someone else had taken out the last guy so he was safe to care for you where you were.
He asked if you were okay while telling you it was better to leave the arrow in for the time being until the two of you got back to the base where someone more qualified could tend to it.
While it’s healing he pampers you to make sure that you’re okay, always asking if you need anything.
You have to constantly tell him that you’re okay and that it was a simple mistake and that all that mattered was the fact that you were ok.
Like I said earlier, he doesn’t let it go, he doesn’t forgive himself.
He gets so upset when he sees the scar that he left with his bow.
But even so, he’s glad you’re okay.
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Overwatch Masterlist
Jesse Mccree
Naga Jesse
Scary Movies + Male S/o
Werewolf Jesse
S/o always making him Food for when he returns
Soft life HC
“Miss Honeys Escape Attempt” BEFORE
Male Dinner worker Teasing Mccree
Curvy S/o trying to lose weigh
“Miss Honey Escape Attempt” AFTER
S/o avoiding Jesse cause he shares the same name as their brother
Stalking a ex-MMA fighter
Animal Tamer S/o threatening Mccree with a Tiger
Attempting to poison Mccree
Stripper S/o
Harpy S/o broke her wing
Cuddly S/o
Tsundere Smol Chubby S/o
S/os got a fat ass
S/o with separation anxiety
Flustered Touch starved S/o
Gender neutral S/o not feeling good about their appearance
S/o refusing to wear glasses cause they dont want to look at their captor
Sensitive s/o who crys alot
Dealing with S/os stalker
S/o trying to kill themselves with jesses gun when he threatens them
S/o whos good at the Knife game
Happy drunk S/o
Soft headcannons
Threatening jesse with his own gun
Cheering jesse up after a stressful day
Painting his weapon
S/o whos prone to accidents
S/o screams “dad dont hurt me” when jesse attempts to kidnap them
Overwatch S/o who works with seduction and espionage
claustrophobic s/o
Asking Jesse out on a date
Mermaid S/o
Confident s/o who gets flustered when they compliment them
Autistic S/o who stimms alot
Genji flirting with Mccrees S/o
Torture
Hanzo Shimada
Finding out S/os Pregnant
Witnessing Genjis Murder
Healer S/o
Punk/Goth S/o
S/o getting a nosebleed from watching Hanzo workout
Too Pure for this world S/o
S/o who can Heal with a kiss
Naga Hanzo
S/o whos Protective of Naga Hanzo
Naga S/o
Someone else taking advantage and leaving S/o to die
Creep trying to look underneath S/os Skirt
‘Stupid’ S/p
Vampire Hanzo with a S/o who faints when bloods taken
S/o with Chaotic Energy
Vampire Hanzo w/ Vampire Hunter S/o
People pleaser S/o ends up hurting themselves
Expressing affection in other ways besides cuddling
Dragon S/o
Finding Drunk S/o in a casino
S/o wearing a Choker with his name on it
Yandere S/o coming up to his door covered in blood
S/o whos fine with Yandere Tendencies
S/o uncomfortable around her family
S/o begging for Mcdonalds
Dragons HC
Attractive yet Oblivious S/o
Sneaky S/o Surprise hugging him
Comforting S/o after failing a test
S/o terrified from something theyve seen
Sneaky S/o Surprising him, ends up moaning
Stopping from S/os rival sabatoging their Ice Skating Preformance
S/os scared of bugs
S/o caring everyone but themselves
Expert insulting s/o
S/o threatening to kill the man who stole their dog
Poly Han/Jess with a S/o who threatens those who try to court them
touch starved hesitant S/o
Naga S/o saying “snakes dont have a gag reflex”
Captive S/o refusing to take medicine for their migraine
Insomniac S/o having to cuddle hanzo to fall alseep
Goblin S/o
Comforting Hanzo after a bad day
S/o dressing as the opposite gender to trick people
Smol S/o who wants to be crushed by hanzo
S/o getting ready to fight cause they heard genji on the roof
Dragons biting hanzo when he tries to touch S/o
S/o whos pregnant with triplets
Bodybuilder s/o
After sex cuddles
S/o who already has a kid
S/o whos hazy with little to no sleep
Homeless S/o who making their living off of street performances
Genji Shimada
Scared S/o will get hurt during a mission
Pissed off S/o
Gore + Torture TW
Vampire Genji
Silly S/o who could Surprise gengi
S/o making a book all about their love for him
Crush falling asleep on his lap
Comforting S/o out of their previous relationship
S/os whos dramatic for attention
Sticking a dozen valentines stickers on his metal body
Blind S/o
Yokai S/o
Washed up Mermaid S/o
Curvy Confident S/o
Getting a weapon maker S/o attention
Cute S/o who attracts bugs and scary animals
Sharpshooter s/o joining overwatch just to spend more time with genji
Unpredictable angry s/o
Roadhog
Petite S/o
Junkrat
Headcannons
Clingy S/o
Sick S/o
Reaper
Werewolf Reaper
Werewolf + Vampire Hybrid Reaper
House wife S/o
Waitress Crush
Scary movies
Halloween Date
Reinhardt
Headcannons
‘Big Dumbass Energy’ S/o
Werewolf S/o who turns out to transform into a puppy
Medic s/o
Overwatch receptionist S/o
Widowmaker
Advancing towards a Enemy S/o
Mercy
Spoiling S/o
Poly mercy/sombra w/ defiant s/o
Headcannons
Moria
S/o that works with Moria
Sombra
Poly mercy/sombra w/ defiant s/o
D.VA
Pro gamer crush taking her #1 spot
Brigitte
Headcannons (female reader)
Lucio
Headcannons
Soldier 76
S/o wearing a lolita dress (male reader)
Ana Amari
“Isn’t this better―you not fighting me for once?”
Poly Mchanzo
Poly Han/Jess with a S/o who threatens those who try to court them
Jesse Mccree
Spanking S/o and having them wear lingerie
S/o whos embarrassed cause theyre quick to cum
Orgasm control & Mirror Kink w/ Male S/o
Hanzo
Getting handsy in a store out of jealousy NS FW-ish
Getting hanzo to wear lingerie
Briggit
Loving her muscles NS FW
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Ok! I got a request idea, what would hanzo and reaper reaction be to you getting caught leaving them snacks and gifts on their room while you thought they were busy doing something else?
i've tried to write this so many times already but it keeps getting eaten by tumblr sooooo this is not as good as it once was because i've written this at least 3 times.... hope you enjoy anyways :") thanks for the request!
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hanzo and reaper's s/o getting caught leaving them gifts
hanzo
he's the type of guy to believe that he doesn't deserve any of these things. he'll try to refuse them as soon as he sees them, trying to make up an excuse to say no to them
eventually, he'll give in and accept your gifts and snacks for him. he knows that he's very lucky that you did this for him and he can't help but to wonder why
he feels like he could cry over it. he isn't sure if he's happy about it or distressed. he hasn't been treated like this in so long that he forgot that people can have that much compassion
he tries to remain unreadable the entire time you're talking to him about it. showing any sort of emotion like this makes him feel really vulnerable even though he knows he's safe with you
he notices you left a note for him with the snacks and gifts and he reads it after you leave
it consists of how much you love him and how proud you are of him and his growth. it makes his chest feel really tight, but he's glad he read it. it helps him to realize he's really trying
reaper
he just stands there for a moment, watching as you giggle and arrange his gifts on the table in his room for him. you turn around with a skip in your step until you see him in the doorway
like hanzo, he refuses it. he doesn't think he deserves it, either. he doesn't even know how he managed to form this type of relationship with you even though he loves you
you'll talk him into keeping everything, telling him that you tried really hard to make sure it consists of everything he likes
it does, by the way. it reminds him of his old life. he hadn't been treated with this type of love for a long time and he wonders how he got so lucky
you thought he was away, but he was still in your mind enough to compel you to do this for him. it scares him a little
he knows he was blessed with you, and he wouldn't ever change that.
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HI SILLY !! I WANNA REQ CASS AND/OR HANZO W SUPER SHY READER :3 AND THEY HAVE SUCH AN OBVIOUS CRUSH ON EACH OTHER BUT READER IS TOO SCARED TO MAKE THE FIRST MOVE 🫶🫶
Hanzo and Cassidy with a shy!crush
Whaoo!!! Love stuff like this esp since in my head I think these two have near opposite approaches
Cassidy
At first he doesn't notice it; in fact he may think he'd done something wrong when he DOES notice.. you, shying away from him
But then he connects the dots; the slight shift in behavior, the dusting of red on your cheeks, the fidgeting, the stammering. It all just clicks after a few days of trying to comb through anything he may have done to upset you
Messes around a bit, just to be sure that your crush is targeted at him and not someone else
Not gonna lie he'd be equal parts flattered and cocky, but he wont get annoying about it
But even more so he's relieved knowing you feel the same way... that makes it so much easier for him when he finally decides to stop stalling and asks you out
In general he takes it like a champ and mostly doesnt play around or tease you too much
Bonus, but more of a joke hc but the whole
*puts hand on shoulder* "hey" thing from spiderverse.. I cant stop imagining him doing that 😭😭
Hanzo
Listen
I love Hanzo, but I feel like he'd be more wrapped up in other things going on.... and also I truly think he'd be INCREDIBLY oblivious. Like, I'm still building up on my hcs and catching up on lore and development that I've missed in the past 5 years, but I think that when it comes to love (especially crushes and new love) he can be quite he's one of the most.. well, dense
Mistakes your sudden shyness as usually something else; ex. Stress or something of the sort
Really doesnt give it much thought until either you or someone else spell it out for him
Cue him sitting and pondering his own feelings for you
You do make him feel nice, and warm, and fuzzy... there was no denying that he loved you; but he never once considered the possibility of you returning those feelings
That said he is VERY blunt in regards to asking you out
Like very much in a "hey do you want to go on a romantic date" type of way, leaves no room up for interpretation for it to be seen as anything that isnt romantic
#overwatch#overwatch 2#overwatch imagines#overwatch x you#overwatch x reader#hanzo x you#hanzo x reader#hanzo shimada#cassidy x reader#cassidy x you#cole cassidy
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Hello, could I please request some fluff headcanons for Hanzo with a s/o? Thank you in advance! :)
Hanzo Headcanons Fluff
this guy is a total gentleman
Even after dating you, he asks if he can touch any part of your body (hands, hips, etc.)
He stops slowly after you tell him he doesn't need to ask.
if you're from overwatch, whenever you leave a mission he takes care of you, patching up the smallest injuries
And when you go on a mission together, he makes sure you don't get killed or seriously injured.
If you are just any civilian, when he returns from missions the first place he goes is your house.
he finds your home a very comforting place
If you happen to be on the battlefield, he quickly takes you out.
he turns totally red when you compliment him or kiss him
Loves sleeping clinging to you (bonus: if you wake up first than he will be impossible to get out of his embrace.)
When it comes to dates, this guy takes you to the fanciest restaurant
Because of the clan, he is quite rich
He doesn't mind spending money on you
If you mention that you want something, the next day it will be on your doorstep in a very nice box.
Not a big fan of PDA as it has a reputation to uphold, but he puts a hand on your waist
If he feels particularly needy, he will come to you and just grab you and not let go.
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Yanderes Aizawa, Hanzo, McCree, and Toji like to pretend you don't know what your clit is for.
I Ain't As Good As I Once Was
“This is your pussy. This is your pretty little pussy. You might have touched her before, but I’ll teach you how to spoil her.”
God, I love sad older men.
Content Warnings: forced cunnilingus (female receiving), overstimulation (female), c*mming in pants, fingering, kidnapping themes, self-flagellation (Hanzo), worship (Hanzo), dirty talk, mommy kink (Toji), implied gambling addiction, your implied age is -26 (Toji), Age gap, neglect on account of gambling addiction, breeding kink, pregnancy talk, (Toji) forced pregnancy? (Toji), dubious consent (Toji)
Not recommended for those under eighteen.
You try and touch yourself to show that you know how to make yourself cum. You've been doing this for years.
Aizawa
Aizawa swats your hand. No, no. You won't do it properly. You won't do it until you shake, cry, and run down your thighs. But he will. He won't overstimulate you if you don't want him to. He will work you through your orgasm, though. No matter how much you claw, beg, and squirm. You'd wanted to get off, and Aizawa will ensure you get every last bit out of this. He'll make sure you come in his mouth, make sure your cum slides down his chin. No matter how angry you are at yourself. No matter how hurt you feel. He can be tender—can make those thighs burn and those tits jiggle in a way you can't. "This is your clit, sweet girl. I'm gonna make it purr for you."
The last remains of his words drive into your ears as his mouth finds yours. The finger in your panties swept back and forth over the smooth, leathery skin of your clit the way a slow tide would swathe and flee a shoreline.
"Nn!" Fizzy pleasure bloomed in warm, scattered waves throughout your pelvis. You twitch forward the slightest amount, subtly humping yourself into a breathy, whining mess. "'s not a cat."
Aizawa draws a lazy circle around its sensitive edges, and your thoughts water.
"It can't—" Ah! "—caaan't purr." Your voice curled. It rose and wavered like a tilde symbol—building high and going all melted butter toward the end as you lurch into the wonderful crest of good he inspired. Your hips obeyed the spasms in your tummy and curled without decision or thought.
"It already is." It's practically vibrating. Singing.
"Can't you feel her purring?" Aizawa made the most agonizing, thigh-shuddering passes over your clit. You arch, arch (uhn, God!), arrrrrrrch into each one. Your clit is ringing, purring.
"Kitty's melting in my hand." She's really showing out for attention, wetting and trickling down his palm. Your small cravings are his responsibility, as were all your larger needs. He's your provider and caretaker. You rely on him for everything else, so why not this? When are you going to learn that Daddy does it better? He can satisfy them better than you ever could.
"Don't—don't call it that."
"But it purrs."
Oh! Oh, oh! It—it—oh, please, god, oh. He's using his nails, teeth, whatever he has. Aizawa sucks a bruise right into your neck. You shiver, squeal, and wriggle. How could a neck be this sensitive?
Aizawa doesn't budge. His heart thumps as you push at him, half-hearted. Enamored with any short amount of contact, Aizawa hums. You twist away from that, too, the sensation foreign on your skin. Aizawa takes a deep huff of your neck (your scent) and falls onto you like a dead weight. The new position traps his hand down the front of your panties and you underneath him.
"If it purrs, then it's a kitty. This cute kitty makes you a queen. And a purring queen means it's time for a litter." He's still working on you—working your clit and mons. You're soaking. You're hot. You arch into his hands, desperate, nearly out of your mind.
"Why do you have to be such a kinky bastard?"
"Because you like it." His stubble scrapes against your neck. Aizawa does it often, notably during 'quiet moments,' so you'll familiarize the sensation with safety.
Or so you suspect.
The brambly term of affection came often, but from what you gathered, it reserved itself for special occasions (you're convinced he stole it from his cats). When cramps left you withered and spent, Aizawa lifted you from the lonely little corner you'd carved for yourself underneath the kotatsu and reoriented you onto his lap for something to lean on—something to wring your grief into, should you need it. Shouta said he could take it—that he wouldn't mind—and had the scars to prove it, namely, the one beneath his eye. It was hard to argue in the face of something so tangible. Yet, it left a sour feeling of worms in your gut.
You're in pain. You don't want to be pain for someone else. You don't want to hurt him—he's never hurt you.
Just because he can doesn't mean he should.
He's pushing you forward, wanting you on your knees. "Because it gets your kitty panting."
It vibrated.
"W-who said I liked it?" Your tummy tremors and sweats as his fingers trace those hidden valleys.
"She did." Aizawa dove in for a quick, lascivious kiss. "She purred so sweetly." He lapped at your clit, hot and moist and delicious. "It must be love."
Calls your vagina 'kitty.'
He talks to it (which perturbs and delights you to no end). Cum for me, kitty. Isn't Daddy treating you nicely?
You know in your soul you aren't the 'kitty' he's referring to. Aizawa only called you kitty when you were topping. He had a habit of going into a deep mantra whenever you did. "Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty..." Aizawa sighed under his breath, sometimes moaned, and others thinly whined as you rode him and as he watched through sexed eyes progressively getting lower and lower until they would eventually close. He'd seize shortly after. And if you didn't stop, Aizawa gasped it (half-heartedly attempting to shuffle out from under you, gently pushing at your coasting thighs with jittery palms. Outside of that, you were 'kitten.'
When she obeys, Aizawa gives her kisses and licks—so many that you'd stammer and beg him to stop. He attacks with fervor, and with your weak-kneed body, he pins you there, grunts, and gives you mouthfuls of his tongue, which leads you to beg, this time more openly.
Aizawa repeatedly kissed the top of your vulva, where your clit lay beyond its folds. Such an obedient kitty. —kiss— Such a perfect darling. So good. —kiss— So perfect.
He doesn't torture you for too long. Aizawa (generally) won't overstimulate you unless you want him to. He'll even apologize. He just had to give his kitty her due.
The guiltiest (second to Toji) in pretending you're too naive and innocent to know what your clit is for, let alone how to use it. He'll smack your hand away (reawakening memories of your father swatting your chubby little hands when they had something they shouldn't).
You can insist you know what you're doing, and he'll insist you don't.
"Feel these?" You touch your outer labia. Aizawa's hand is over yours, guiding it. "These are your pretty lips." Gummy, soft, and perfect for his teeth. He'd use them for pillows if you'd let him. You wouldn't, though. There's no way Aizawa could get close enough to smell you without getting a taste.
"They'd look prettier curing my insomnia." In other words, he's telling you to ride him until he passes out, or rather, throwing out an invitation. Your lips have erased his dry eye and lifted his depression. Simply gorgeous.
"How would I..." How could your vaginal lips cure someone's depression?
"Simple," He's against your ear. His hair gave you shivers as it fanned your neck. "You sit on my face," Together, your hands rode parted lips. They kneaded love into your skin that settled in your ovaries. "and rut." Your hips went forward with a gasp, unexpected and on cue. No matter the situation, Aizawa never failed to sound like a college professor three years away from retirement. He speaks to you as he would his colleagues and students. There is no bedroom voice, growl, or husk other than his natural warmth—warmth that made you swallow from the very lips he made you touch. Made you restless on his lap.
"If you knead them gently," he says, "they'll make you feel nice." Your knees knock when Aizawa focuses on the entrance hidden in your labia, circling it. "But not as nice as this," Aizawa pats your pussy, sending ripples through your body.
Slap!
Something liquid-warm fires across your hipbones, following a path up your spine, reminding you of when Aizawa kissed you. You call his name in a panic. What is this, and why is it delicious? Unadulterated joy tore through you like a storm in Texas-May. It stole your tongue, and the thoughts it couldn't finish—stole the bones from your body. The ache reverberating in your core was a flash-bang replacing everything but Shouta's name with bright white. It rang like a bell from the ovaries out, telling the rest of your body it was in love. It scares you. "Shouta—"
Slap!
"You're alright, pretty. You're going to be a big girl and cum, that's all."
Slap!
Oh, God.
"Intense, isn't it?" His chin sits in the crook of your neck. Aizawa watched you stutter after his hand and gently convulse.
Slap!
Your body hums like a Ford Mustang at a stop light. It lurched into each tap—tipping over the crosswalk markings in the concrete, eager and desperate for him to take you over the edge. Nervous foot on the petal, it waited for green.
"Come on, pretty girl. Almost there."
Slap!
Your thighs snap shut. Pleasure so soft and sweet spreads throughout your body. The ache becomes ecstasy, and the guilt becomes glee. It swells and sways like storm clouds in New Orleans, easily hitting your lungs and filling you with the finest summer rain.
Did you think for a second Aizawa wouldn't praise you? "Yes, kitten. Yes, kitty." He's agreeing with all your sobbed gibberish, rubbing you out because he knows you won't. His finger is hard on your clit when you buck and shimmy to escape the rush—the pleasure that won't stop knocking. Again, he won't take you past what you can handle, but you're riding that coaster to the end: no stops or pauses. You're getting every single clench, every tooth-chattering, leg-shaking, hip-raising flood of absolute 'God, yes,' that follows.
Aizawa was a decent man—was. It's wrong. It goes against every code, the oath he'd taken with the acceptance of his license. He made excuses for the inexcusable. Every day he went out and fought for freedom while ignoring yours. Swift on his legs when avenging the cries of the innocent, Shouta let yours fall on deaf ears.
Hanzo
Hnng. But forced cunnilingus. Dubcon, only because you're overstimulated, and Hanzo is stubborn. If you haven't squirted, he hasn't done his job. He had his pride as a man to uphold.
Hanzo raises your hand to his lips. He kisses it, clasps it, and restrains it to the bed. "Let me tend to you. So long as you warm my bed, you won't lift a finger." He kissed your neck and collarbone. "Not for your pleasure," Hanzo gently spread your labia. "Not for mine. This time it is for you, my queen."
A shiver runs down your spine. Your mind fills itself with visions of Hanzo taking you. He never has—claimed he could never 'defile' you. That didn't stop him from fingering your clit, drawing you to orgasm, or turning you into a mess of nerve endings.
"You are divine." You're a gift from the gods. Hanzo prayed they would keep him from succumbing to temptation, but it was useless. He had never been able to resist a challenge, and this time would be no different. His prayers didn't stop his cock from sliding against his expensive sheets, wishing it were your body his seed had coated, giving the legacy he'd spent a lifetime chasing.
His queen enjoyed testing him, denying him his duty as a husband. Why trouble yourself with matters such as these when he is so capable? He had solved many puzzles and navigated treacherous waters with ease, yet she seemed to think his skills were limited to a bow and arrow. Do you truly believe he cannot satisfy your needs?
Hanzo fondled your clitoris. "This is a husband's duty."
He moved down between your thighs.
"This is a wife's duty." He said as you whimpered. "To moan as a man pleasures you. To lie back and know your body is in his hands. To take your pleasure and offer your own." His tongue found you. You writhed against the bed, unable to stop your body's rhythm from matching his tongue's motions.
"Allow me." Hanzo touched your clit the way you'd tried to, his tongue deep in your core.
You wouldn't know the first thing about settling your body's aches. That was Hanzo's business. Your hands need only grab onto his hair when it all becomes too much for you.
Hanzo is skilled with a tongue, with a cock, with a razor-edged sword.
"Let me tend to what is mine."
Hanzo kisses your thighs, thighs that a man has never kissed. Thighs that tremble and shake so terribly you fear for your health. You can't breathe. Your heart is pounding, and you feel your mind slipping away. Colors bleed into the corner of your vision, static and buzzing like an old TV.
But Hanzo keeps kissing, licking. Your thoughts slur, and your tongue is no better.
'an...H-han.. c'n.. cn't... Your eyes roll—your back arches. Tears run into your hairline; Hanzo tightens his grip on your hand as your other one blindly scrabbles at his bedsheets. "H-han! Z-z—Oh, my God..." A wash of electricity ravaged your body. Pleasure so raw and sweet your voice croaks out hoarsely, love pouring from your lips in a flood of passionate syllables.
His grasp remains firm as you jerk into his waiting tongue. You try not to. You try and fight your body's natural curl toward the very thing bathing it in pleasure—foolish woman. Hanzo tongued harder and doubled his hold to keep you pinned throughout your cries and gurgles.
Cry for me, my Goddess, my queen, so I may worship you harder. Seek my hand if you are overwhelmed. Cling to me. I promise to be your source of strength and comfort. Security is the least of a husband's duties. Make me strive for the breath of freedom, then deny it to me all at once. Show me with cries that I am worthy, yet prove with the heat in your thighs that I am nothing.
Unable to praise you to the extent he'd like, Hanzo returned your moans from deep between your clenched thighs. He licks harder and faster, and he just isn't stopping. You deserve all this and more—to drown in your own wet and swallow hard enough to see heaven.
So beautiful. —Lick— So generous to me, my queen.
Your body is a waterfall that Hanzo would happily kneel underneath. Hanzo was no Buddhist, but he believed you could purify his wretched soul. In you, he'd find redemption. Your heat could make a blind man see. Surely, it could cleanse the stain of his past.
No matter how many passes his tongue made, you had more to give.
You scratch his sheets, and Hanzo has never been so jealous. The skin of his back tingles at the mere thought of hovering above you, thrusting into you - warm, soft, and perfect as you carve into his back and warm his ear with your crying breaths.
You can feel your breath swelling, becoming a low chant of pleasure as Hanzo continues to lap at the valley between your hips. Hanzo rewards your pussy for each hungry gulp as it comes and comes and comes by flicking his tongue over its pounding entrance. Wildly twitching, it swallowed deep and hungry—a trail of wet escaped. Hanzo licked that too.
"Can't… Hanzo, can't…." You reach out desperately for the headboard, using the bed covers to help propel you forward. When this failed, you mustered all of your strength and used your core to drive yourself forward, shoving his head with a surprising force. With each attempt, you inched closer and closer toward freedom.
His hand grabs at your waist, pulling you towards him as he licks and sucks. You can feel yourself trembling on the edge of something big—an adventure you aren't ready to take.
Hanzo watches you above your knees; he looks you in the eyes as you gasp and wheeze. You plead, and the archer licks your outer lips. Hanzo sucks your clit, hums. Your words gargle in the back of your throat.
The hand in his hair turns into a fist. Hanzo moaned.
At some point, he mumbled in your folds, snippets of "goddess" and "queen" as his hips repeatedly struck the mattress. The groans he's making have your ovaries flushing, your cunt fluttering. Hanzo's panting by the end, but he doesn't stop licking.
Hanzo, for all his dignity and grace, wants you to put him on his knees. Make him work and beg for air. Then, smother him.
Can you imagine Hanzo pinning you to the bed, claiming he's wronged you and needs to atone? You can scream that you forgive him, that it's unnecessary, but he won't accept it. What good is forgiveness if he doesn't earn it?
Or, he goes down on you before every Overwatch mission to "strengthen his mind and body" to better prepare.
"H-Hanzo. Why—" You bit your finger to keep from moaning (squirming). You don't need any bruises. Your hips still bear the thick shape of his fingers.
"Why not just—ah!—just train more?"
"You are the only meditation I need."
Hanzo’s bed once filled itself with women from all walks of Asia. Sojiro filled his bed with women from all walks of Asia. Differing accents, differing traditions. Same economic status. None of them would have been good enough for his father. The thirst for an heir may not have originally been his own, but the need still burned beneath his painted skin. The dragons grew restless, for Hanzo’s desire was their own. The dragon lord had never truly given up on his future children.
Unconsciously plays into your worship kink
Step on him
Physically a virgin, spiritually a whore
Not inexperienced, per se. The terms by which Hanzo lost his virtue weren't his own, so Hanzo ignored them.
Vanilla in theory and theory alone. Missionary, no anal. Ever. But he'd clean his spend from your 'temple' (inside and out) in gratitude and penance. First, for deeming him worthy of such a privilege. Second, for dirtying you and finishing without your consent.
He's kneeled at your feet, kissing them and offering his sacrifice.
It's all amusement and spectacle until he asks what punishment you deem suitable for his transgression.
Is he serious? You came three times in the last forty minutes.
You should be at his feet. You could never cum like that on your own.
Hanzo decides for you
You're shuffling off the bed when he reaches for his bow
He expects you to use honorifics after his name. You are his wife, and he is your husband. You must address him with respect.
Call him 'lord Hanzo' in jest, and the archer closes in on himself. Memories of a life he'd long abandoned close in on all sides. He kindly asks that you don't tease him in such ways. You know nothing of his past. Hanzo doesn't blame you for his reaction to your words; you only meant to play with him, as a wife should. Humor, and not ridicule. (Not that he thought himself undeserving of it. If a divine creature decided he needed humbling, who was he to feel any different?
Hanzo shies from titles that place him above you, "master, King, God, etc."
Jesse McCree
"Now," Jesse stood with his hands resting on his belt, the light from its buckle glinting off into your eyes and reflecting the terror you felt. His hips tilt to one side as he observes you silently. "Why doncha tell me again what you were hopin' to accomplish with them tiny little hands o' yours."
Panic flashed in your eyes because Jesse widened his stance and raised his hands.
You still scramble further up the bed.
"Nah, ya ain't in trouble," Jesse said as he removed his hat and tossed it on the side of your dresser. Always mindful of Ma's etiquette lessons, Jesse knew better than to enter a lady's room wearing his hat. Was impolite. You don't enter a lady's room 'less you come naked. "Pity she didn't teach me to knock," he added with a smile.
Confusion twisted your features. Jesse often said things that you weren't sure how to interpret.
His slow smile told you he was a man looking out after his own. It made your heart beat faster. He wasn't here to hurt you.
"Just show Uncle Jesse what you were up to 'fore I came in." He moved closer, the bed frame squeaking beneath his boots. "Lemme see what you got," he said. Jesse reached out, and you flinched.
But his hands only brushed a finger across your cheek, pushing away a strand of hair. "Ya got somethin' special in those hands," he said gently as his fingers pressed against your skin.
You become aware of the hands covering your modesty. You glance at your bare thighs out of habit when Jesse references the heat between them.
"Come on now, don't get all bashful," He said before you could try to hide under the blankets. You had a way of scurrying off like a little mole whenever he teased you too much. Shy, sweet, and gentle. He could eat you up for days.
"Show me how ya touch 'er when you're all alone."
You pull your cami over your thighs to deter those mocha-brown eyes. Jesse raised a brow that was just as dark. "Ya ain't got nothin' to hide, girl. I already seen it all." He said. Good-natured, southern charm oozed from his every sentence. Yet, you still felt like you were standing in the principal's office and caught doing something wrong.
But Jesse smiled as though what he said was meant to make you feel better. He leaned down, kissing your forehead as if it were the world's most natural thing.
"I'm… I'm loud.." Your knees draw together.
His smile was lopsided. "Good thing all the gunfire and explosions drown out hearing." He said, referencing the hearing aids he wore in his ears.
Did you think a little thing like that would ever be a problem? Bless your sweet little heart.
You weren't sure what to say. 'I'm sorry?' Would he think you're pitying him?
But he just let out a chuckle and shook his head. "Don't sweat it, sugar." A large palm ruffled your hair affectionately. "Now, why don't you show Uncle Jess what you were playin' with?" He asked again, his voice a little more playful this time.
"You..you really can't hear?" You fidgeted with the hem of your cami, not wanting to make eye contact.
His grin widened, "Not a thing." Jessie lied. "I'll even take 'em out if ya want." He started to take off his hearing aids, but you stopped him.
"No, no! That's... That's not necessary." You said quickly.
"Well, alright then." He said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"How's 'bout you let this old cowboy have that weapon yer holdin'?"
Weapon?
"Oh, she's lethal." Jesse winced playfully. "One could take out a man if it's aimed properly."
"She?" You asked, curious.
Jesse held back the brunt of his laughter. "Yer pussy, sugar. It's a she."
Your expression has him losing his composure. He had the courtesy to turn away and chuckle. The insult on your face had him in stitches.
"Well, shoot." He said after a while, finally managing to compose himself. "I ain't mean to make no fun of ya. Just thought you'd like to know your kitty got a name."
Your body ran hot, and your heart thumped against your chest. You can't believe how Jesse made you feel with just a few words and one little joke. You could see the mischievous glint in his eyes and knew he would make you squirm again.
"Respectfully, I'm gonna need to see those hands of yours." He said, that same southern gentleness in his voice like before.
Jesse whistled as your hands lifted, low and appreciative.
"I'll be damned..." You're sweet enough to top his apple pie. If he had it, Jesse would've held his hat to his chest; those thighs could carry him through the Arizona desert.
"You can take my breath away any day," Jesse said with a grin. He drank those thighs ten times over before they'd self-consciously shut. He was drunk on you as he was on moonshine.
"Hands back on your holster. Show me how you use it."
With his boot planted firmly on the mattress, brown eyes staring you down, you touched yourself. You'd jumped at the first brush of a hesitant finger against the peach fuzz clothing your mons—prickly and on its way to growing—cold fingers startling skin that hardly ever felt a temperature change. You've never been more thankful for those stubborn hairs that always grew back despite your best efforts. It offered a level of decency—privacy—during a private act made public. You map your vulva, getting a feel for it. Your legs spread as you become more comfortable with the movements and sensations that kiss you nightly when the house is sleep—as comfortable as you could be with a man like Jesse McCree looming over you.
You were very aware of him—his presence, his smell. You could feel him in your veins as you touched yourself, and he watched. He dared not move a muscle lest it scared you off.
The situation might be foreign, but the sweetness in your abdomen isn't. The toe-curling warmth made you want to rock and hum into its beautiful calm. It took the stress out of a very stressful situation. How odd to find yourself tense in the middle of your go-to stress relief.
You moved with clinical precision, not for pleasure but to show Jesse you weren't helpless. You felt like the Tin Man—joints stiff, robotic, and locking together when thoughts of what you were doing and in front of whom caught up to you. The need to defend yourself from any infantilism oiled them and kept them going. Your breath gets heavier as the pleasure builds inside of you, regardless.
Could you even cum like this?
Doubtful.
There wasn't anything too exciting about tracing up and down your lips, still wet from the 'exercise,' Jesse interrupted. Your clit still pulsed despite cologne tickling your nose like spice (or maybe because of it).
He was so close.
With the scent of tobacco and leather on his clothes, Jesse Mccree had your undivided attention. You can't look at him, but the thought of staring into those deep brown eyes while you circled your clit and cried the prettiest you could make you swallow down below. Your clit throbs, and you massage it before you can stop yourself. You play with the hood, fragile and unsure. It isn't enough, but you don't want to appear indecent. God, if only you could throw open your legs and—
"That ain't how ya do it. Touchin' 'er like that, bet you don't even know what she's called."
Of course, you do. It's a vagina. Not a 'her,' not a 'she.' You told him so.
"Aw, now. You'll hurt 'er feelings. Tell me what you call 'er, darl.'"
"It… it's my vagina." You emphasize the word 'it.'
Jesse shook his head. Shoulda knew you'd call 'er somethin' dull and childish.
"Move aside, sugar." Jesse motioned for you to stand. A cigarillo was all that was needed to complete the toothy grin as he sat, cybernetic hand hitting his thigh. "Come sit on Papa's lap. He's gon' show ya what she's for. How to touch 'er."
You stood uncertain before him, blanket held to your sex. The red fabric pooled between your legs and onto the floor.
"I don't bite, sugar." He said. It's the softest you'd ever heard him.
Your lips thin to a pensive line.
This is a bad idea. But the prospect of this man sipping you like he did his whiskey was thrilling.
You look past him toward his hat on the dresser, and the blanket drops. So do Jesse's eyes. But that grin? It stretches to something boyish, handsome, and white. He savors, just as you'd hoped; he savored himself so fully your legs ache to cross over each other. He's fixated on your vagina. You hope he can't see it swallow.
"This is your little pussy." Jesse spread you open with two fingers. You squirm on his thick thighs. He's mountainous and warm against your back; you hardly cover two-thirds of his broad chest. He must spray cologne directly on it. Woodsy Pine and Old Spice took you to a campfire with marshmallows and Southern folklore. You don't think about the chestnut hairs peeking out of his flannel. You can't. You'll die.
"This is your pretty little pussy." He rubbed your fatty, wet lips with four fingers—rough and widened in a V-shape.
Your vag—your pussy clenches, tingly.
"You may have touched 'er before," He swiped your clit side-to-side, hitting nerve endings that had you bucking on his tan, human finger. "but I'll teach you how to spoil 'er." He dipped one deep inside.
"And fill 'er up."
Your cries are as helpless as your hips as they help him fuck your pussy open. He stretches her so good you can't recall when you began referring to her as a she. You fuck yourself on his fingers until pleasure gushes from your cunt.
An involuntary gasp escapes your lips as he collects his first load in his fingers. You're there.
"You wanna cum, and I can make it happen, sugar." Jesse held you as you shook. Robotic arm slung over your waist, he let you use his finger to draw out your end. He pumped into you occasionally—lazy and matching your weakening thrusts.
"Ain't nothin' wrong with bein' greedy. Uncle Jesse will let ya have seconds if ya want 'em."
You just keep goin', doncha? You're a lil fighter—pushin' those shuddery hips forward even as you gasp and choke.
Ya weren't lyin'. Yer loud. Not in a cutesy way, either. You're raw, unapologetic.
Jesse loves it.
Nothin' worse than a woman who does all that dainty shit.
You cried so long and hard your voice tapered into a husk.
"These fingers were made for women. Made for touchin' 'em." Any internalized shame blew in the wind when Jesse used his thumb to swipe your sensitive clit. You groan like a cavewoman. Guttural, primal.
"Made for makin' 'em come. You gonna come for me again?"
You're already trembling, unable to get your tongue working as you tighten on his fingers.
"There ya go, sugar. Cum like I'm gettin' it in. Goin' six inches deep and cummin' hard on 'er lips." Jesse pumped his fingers deep again as you began panting, panicking—he was insistent on getting you off—a knot of orgasm tightened in your waist until you snapped like a whip against your backside and seized.
"Ain't nothing wrong with cryin'."
You can't stop shaking. Crying. Tears fall off your chin, and you don't know where they came from. At this moment, you're a helpless baby—wailing and hoping he understands. You need him to fuck the soul from your body. You need him to stop.
"I've got somethin' of a confession," Mccree said, his drawl thickening with each syllable. The thumb on your clit sent his words through one ear and out the other. He's knuckle-deep in your cunt and seated near your pleasure spot as he slowly curls into it. You curl with him, hot and whining.
"I may be aurally challenged, but I can still hear you, sugar." You're drooling in every figurative sense—mentally and emotionally sloshed from the pump of his heavy fingers. "Every time you whisper my name at night." He said, his tone low and warm.
Your thighs clamp around his hand.
Fiery shame swept like lava and left coals on your chest, leaving you with prickly, uncomfortable goosebumps.
Oh, now we can't have that.
You've stopped chasing his hand, chasin' that release you'd wanted so bad.
A gentleman, Jesse puts in enough work for both of you. If you aren't meetin' him, he'll have to try that much harder, won't 'e?
God, what would your family think? They'd shun you. Getting off to thoughts of your captor's big, impossibly wide hands instead of biting them.
This needs to stop.
Oh, but you can't. You're grinding on his finger again, helpless to stop. It's so good. It's too fucking good.
"That's it. Get it, sugar." Jesse starts flying in and out of your thighs. Something coughs from your throat like a drowned victim spitting up water. You grab his wrist for stability and don't make it halfway around.
"That's what I like to fuckin' see," Jesse growled.
Fuck it. You'd let him pull your panties aside and cream your pussy right there on your bed with your family in the doorway for them to see every desperate clench it made, each spasm in the base of his cock as it emptied inside their precious daughter, sister, and loved one. They could watch the conception of their grandchild and niece/nephew for all you care.
"Jesse! Oh god. Feels good!"
"Sounds even better up close." Mccree chuckled. Breathy, strained. As if it'd come through gritted teeth. His cock pressed into your ass—hard and hot. He made no attempts to relieve it.
"You come to Uncle Jesse when your pussy needs some lovin', ya hear?"
He pulled out, leaving you so, so empty.
You quickly nodded. No, no. Please put it back! He'd stopped touching your clit.
Jesse doesn't leave you empty much longer now that he has an answer. "You let ol' Jess handle it. I'll give the lil lady what she wants."
You're too damn polite. Callin' 'im 'sir.' He ain't no 'sir.' Jesse would tell you to stop if he ain't like it so much.
He pretends to hate it, gives you grief about it, but let you come 'round askin' for somethin'. Jesse stops you mid-sentence and tells you to call 'im that thing he likes.
"Come on, honey. You'll make me feel old."
Your name might as well be 'pretty.'
"C'mere, pretty. Wanna show ya somethin' real quick."
Toji Fushiguro
It's one of those days.
Toji stood in your doorway, an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth. He had a can of beer in his left hand and a race ticket in the other. You should be happy to see him. There's no milk, and your stomach could grow teeth and devour. Your heart drops instead. The paper had as many wrinkles as a white shirt straight from the dryer. Crumpled, meaning he'd lost. The one Toji wore was stretched and spent. He hadn't come home last night. A sour odor of alcohol told you why. Toji celebrated his losing streaks with bottles of sake at the bar. Usually, he'd be out looking for a job to 'make up what he lost,' as he'd always promised.
The hunt must've been unsuccessful if he had been back so soon.
Toji was bitter before he'd even come in the door. Catching you with your fingers in your pajama pants put him over the edge.
"What ya doin' touchin' what's mine?"
Toji scoffed when you continued giving him that owlish stare.
"Y'think I'm good for nothin', dont'cha." His posture remains loose and bored, his tone detached. The slip crinkled in his balled fist.
This isn't going to end well.
"Of course no—"
"You ain't gotta lie, Seven."
Toji was more superstitious than met the eye. He set you up in his home like a Maneki-Neko for good luck and fortune, laughable.
You aren't lucky. Trouble raced after you like tin cans on an exhaust pipe, with your situation to prove it.
Trouble stepped further into your room—swept across your floor like tumbleweed, kicking the ground with every slow, drunken step. Trouble knelt on your bed, knocked your plushies off to the side, and snatched your arm when you scurried.
"Y'think I'm a deadbeat." Trouble pulled you under him and ripped your pajamas off your hurling legs. His triceps bulged beneath his tee as his hips rolled into your cunt, wet and bare. He held you still to take each stubborn, mouth-watering rut. "Think I can't take care of ya anymore."
Toji's still beating the headboard into the wall as you quake around his thighs. Frantic hands tear at his upper back, tugging his shirt for him to go harder despite the worrying cracks and splinters of wood.
"'m gon' prove you wrong." Toji put his weight on his elbows and fucked you like he meant it. He'd buck forward and knock your eyes to your skull.
'God, yes,' is all you can think as he presses you into the mattress and shoves into you until you can't get air. 'More, more, more.'
"Gonna make you cum so hard you wet yourself," he growled in your ear. "Gonna make you scream and cry." And he did.
"Oh God, Toji!"
Toji rabbits at the first sign of tears. "I'm gonna fuck you right to hell."'
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God, oh—uhn!"
Spleck!
Your thighs squeeze and judder into his cock. Wetness dribbles past your lips regardless of how tightly you clench your legs. You cum hard—the spasms in your cunt deep and violent. So fucking slutty and messy.
"God!" The word tore from your throat in a ragged sob. Feral. Hysterical.
There's no way you should clamp this fiercely. It's been so long Toji let you tighten up. He needed to stretch you back out. This pussy should be loose and sticky always. A constant fullness to fill the pangs and help you forget your troubles.
You wanna be fucked.
You wanna be bred.
"A little girl like you don't know what you're doin'." Toji got between your thighs and licked you from slick perineum to juicy clit.
"Says you." In your head, you're pushing his face deeper into your sex, hand in his hair as you grind on his tongue. 'Show me, baby; show me. Show me what I'm too stupid to do.'
Toji eats you alive.
His fingers brush up your bum while he tongues you into orgasm. Toji piles your juices on his fingers and licks them clean, again and again.
"Lookit how excited she gets." Toji rests on his knees. The crotch of his sweatpants is a darker shade of black and damp from your sex.
"She can't quit talkin'." Spasming, spitting, and wetting.
His cock is visible, sitting on his lower left thigh, right above his knee. A footpath of the same dark shade runs down his left pant leg.
Did he cum? Did he cum just from eating you out? Was that fat, ruddy cockhead drooling over the very hint of your sex when he'd rutted against you before?
There's something so primal about him kneeling over you, your juices on his tongue, his cock jutting out so proudly, hung like a horse between your thighs. It makes you aware of just how filthy this whole act is, how raw.
You can smell yourself on him, and your legs self-consciously close.
"Still think you know how to get this pussy to clamp as she should?" Toji's voice was low and gruff.
"No." You whimpered.
"Then why the fuck are you playing with my clit?"
"I wasn't playing with it! I was just..."
"You won't even squeeze your thighs together without askin' when I'm finished," his lips close around your clit.
Toji licks every slippery skin fold and nibbles your clit until it's throbbing. You fuck his mouth with your hips, desperate. You reach deep, guttural tones no woman should.
Would nut if you called him 'sir.'
Call him 'sir,' and he'll call you 'ma'am.' Especially in bed. It's shamelessly kinky, given the age gap between you. Might just call you mommy if you're okay with it. You're still under your parent's insurance and barely have a driver's license. Your wisdom teeth haven't come in, and here this forty-year-old man was calling you mommy.
And if you are? Agreeable with it, that is? Toji does his best to make you one.
He missed out on Megumi. Thoughts of another child hadn't crossed his mind until he was deep in your green, twenty-something pussy calling you mommy in that aged murmur.
You love everything he's saying. "Gon' fuck a baby into your teenage pussy—get you pregnant." Toji liked to poke at your age. He'd call you a teenager when you're particularly difficult. Little girls can't talk to me like that. Those nights remained the same. Toji fucked you on the floor and bred you until you couldn't speak. Cum ran from your entrance in a thin, constant stream. Milky, thick-flowing, and filthy. You just need some good lovin'; that's all it is—needed attention. You didn't know how to ask for it without pitchin' a fit like a child.
Make-up sex where he'd hold your hands as your thighs shook. Toji made up for leaving the cabinets empty by leaving your thoughts emptier. Cramming you six inches full of excess and relief, Toji filled you over and over until debt became greed. He's slow, thorough—men his age typically were. Toji was no boy. Wasn't in no hurry to finish. Thrusting between your hips, deep and thick in your cunt and inches from your face, Toji murmured, "'m gon' set it right."
You love what he's saying so much your appreciation lands on the base of his cock and lower abdomen as you squirt. "Dirty little girl. Dirty teenage pussy, begging for her senpai's cum." He burns right through your chest.
The words, "What are you going to do about it?" sit on your tongue.
"Gonna breed that pussy good. Gon' get you pregnant. Get you knocked up." Toji tugs your legs up higher, pulling you into his body as he snaps his hips. He thrusts into you, quick and hard.
Give it to me, give it to me. Put a baby in me. Oh, God, fuck me!
"Pussy'll be so sweet with my cum between those pretty, swollen lips. Might just eat it. Might have to. Might be all the sugar I need."
Muscles jump in your lower belly. Toji grinned above you, rotten, when your pussy quivered. Toji is feral when he gets his face between your legs, unlike any man you've met. The enthusiasm for your pleasure as he dug, sucked, licked, and scraped with his tongue (all while his right hand held your slippery cunt open for him to discipline and drink down) was primal and terrifying. It had you there in minutes. He had no direction, no idea, and no technique. All he had was the hell-driven desire to please you—make you come fast and hard 'many times as he could before his tongue gave out.
Every little thing you told him to do. That's all he had. You asked for more, and he gave it. You tell him to scratch that itch between your thighs, and he knows exactly what that means—squeezing his cock into your too-small ass. From there, all you did was tell him what you wanted, and he performed like a dog with a bone.
Toji wasn't above holding you down so that you took your pleasure on his face, fingers, and lips.
No, this dog took every ounce of his strength and overpowered your body to ensure he got his pound of flesh. What sorta man was he if he couldn't please his woman? An embarrassment, that's what. You ain't gonna insult him and walk away with steady legs.
"Gonna ride that pussy, make it mine."
Ride me, baby. Oh, God, yes!
Toji hunkers over you—that thick, heady scent of sweat, cologne, and body heat. He smells good. "Bet this teenage cunt loves feeling like it's mature, getting filled and stretched into a mommy's pussy." He's telling you how you'll look so good with your freshly creamed pussy.
Wanna be slutty for you. Make this pussy creamy.
"Gon' get that cervix wet. You'd better drink up, girl."
God, you'll drink every last white drop of it. You're already spasming.
"There she goes talkin'. Swallowin’. She's thirsty." Toji tilts your face towards him. "Boy or girl? Which one ya like?"
You struggle—feebly pressing his chest with jellied wrists to get him up and off of you. Out of you. You have to keep yourself from melting outward and running onto the sheets when he snatches you up in his arms as if you were nothing and hemmed you to the bed, hemmed you to his chest in a bear hug, and fucked you. He caged you beneath him and held you there. You’re held down and bred. Pre-cum drooled out of you onto the pillow like the real thing. Each thrust sent your hips violently into him, bobbing, circling, and returning to meet him as you rubbed your slick folds against his cock when it slipped out. He had you humping his wet dick like a bitch in heat. That was you on him. He's covered in you. He hugged you so hard that the bed felt like a paper bag under you.
"Ain't no running. Y'gon' take this dick. Take this apology."
"Don't! Don't—" The fight to free your arms was heavy and impossible as he lined himself up just as quickly as he'd left. Eager to fill. Eager to please. Hands trapped between your sweaty bodies, you settle for pushing against his stifling weight despite rising to help him resettle himself. And God, do you feel like home. Comforting, warm. He can already smell Ma's cooking. Slick, like the blood of his bounties. 'Specially when his bosses demanded a trophy as proof of his service.
White. All you see are the whites of his eyes as Toji's cock overfilled you to bursting, assisted by your curved spine and lofted hips.
He does it so gently—sliding into you like a Spanish kiss. Indulgent. Letting you admire the breadth of him, the ridge of cockhead that made your walls flutter and sing as it moved through you like drugs flooding a bloodstream, peddling euphoria throughout every corner of your body until you were floating and light in the giddy breeze of his possession. He looks demonic, possessed. Your cunt groaned from how full it was, glutted. Feel-good chemicals left you gooey and barely conscious as he stroked into you, exactly where you needed him and weren't ready for him. The deep grinds into your G-spot had you losing your breath, but he wouldn't stop. He wouldn't stop fucking you.
Uhhhn, God. Your eyes flutter. Your walls squeeze him against your will. You could kiss him.
"N-noooo, you can't. Don't cum in my pussy." You moaned. "Don't—hnn!—don' cum..." Your arms close around his waist, hips arching and rocking like you couldn't decide what you wanted more, to push him off of you or get creampied in one go. Bred.
"Mommy, ya gotta tell me." Your pussy clamps. Fissures of resistance disappear like they never existed when Toji calls you "mommy" like it's a sin. He's whispering dirty in your ear as if he knew your secrets. As if he knew you were two pumps and one shuddery male moan away from pleading the exact opposite.
"Tell me, Mommy, so I can do it for you." Toji's voice had gone sugary-sweet and deep.
But no...no. Nnn. No. "You… can't...do that." It's cheating. He's cheating.
"Tell me how you want this baby."
God, it just feels so good. You want him to cream you. Breed you. You like the fantasy of it all (it gets you wetter than anything), but he isn't financially stable, and you're no mother.
"We can't! Not 'nough money." Your lips don't sing lullabies. They sang heartache and blues. Emotionally immature and mentally thin, you're no mother. The slightest inconvenience, and you're ready to cannonball off a bridge.
"Ain't what I asked ya." Toji put you in a headlock. Ears hot and pounding, you twist and thrash as best you can underneath him. He doesn't leave you much room to grapple—still bearing down on you with all his strength and thrusting. 'Overwhelming' couldn't begin to capture the wave of shivers washing over you. Toji scratches that itch inside of you so good it nearly hurts. God, it's good—the beating he gives that secret, special place you can never reach alone. Where fingers clench into knots, your womb feels like a fever. You're in heaven. Your thighs burn from all that friction. You're in hell. Your body wants nothing more than to let out a primal scream as you battle to cope with the intensity. It takes you a few moments to realize you are—hollering in absolute hysteria. You unclench your fingers long enough to shove fruitlessly at his chest, claw at his arms and pelvis.
The thick arms caging your head tighten. "Answer. Or I’ll put one in your backside."
"Girl!" You shouted—voice rough and strangled behind his grip.
"A lil princess just like 'er Mama." Toji bucked into you, closing his eyes with a groan. When they opened, they stared down at your hostile mouth. If there was one body part of yours Toji was fascinated by, it was your lips.
He's been staring at them while he fucked you, lust in his eyes. Toji watched them threaten and plead.
"You get off me, or I'll—" Your words clung thickly together, dragged in places they shouldn't as if they were moaned.
"I'll..." Your lashes fall to your cheeks as Toji moves down, nose rumbling softly with steamy breath as he latches onto a nipple and sucks.
Your cunt swallowed and sang; you rose to meet his next push. The way his tongue and teeth work together on that sensitive spot is enough to make you light-headed.
"I'll..."
Toji stared at you, expression unreadable as ever. "You'll what, Mommy?"
He watched 'em gasp and form his name. He needed 'em. Needed 'em more than his own mother's rotted eyes.
"You'll cum?" He ground into you, and you gasped.
"Yes." You wrapped your arms and legs around him. God, your skin was on fire.
Toji released your breast and latched onto your mouth instead, groaning against your lips. His tongue flicked inside, and you opened wide.
"H-harder. Toji, I'm—"
Ughn!
Toji hits it like he couldn't miss—rutting, grinding, and humping into that sacred spot. Your kiss had him rabbiting and murmuring, moaning, and biting. He was gasping. He was growing—swelling at the base of his cock. He was coming apart.
Seeing you thoroughly enjoy yourself and falling apart on his cock has Toji's hips faltering. Mama's never yelled for 'im quite like that before. He had mama screamin', had 'er eyes rollin' back. Had her thrusting on his cock like she wanted her green, little pussy filled—wanted his kid.
"Sound so good, Mommy." He's coming already, eyes shut as the first few spurts escape him. Toji's thrusts deepen each time you moan. He'd shiver, pushing hard into your g-spot. He spoiled it for every hunger pain while he was away.
"Hands." His voice shook with effort—the physical strain of staving himself off.
When you don't immediately respond, Toji's head rests on your shoulder—miserable like an old dog. "y'know I can't cum without 'em. Know I need 'em."
His breaths come in rough pants. "I'm gonna cum, Mommy. Imma go right up your pussy and spill my seed."
"Toji—" You squirm, "Toji, don't!" You'd damn near drooled as the first squirt of hot cum hit your pussy, unconsciously bucking into him for the umpteenth time.
You beg Toji not to cum inside you, hugging him and pumping those hips all the while. Desperately, at that. A man's gotta wonder.
"Let me apologize, mama," he said between labored breaths. "Let me give you this baby." His fingers pry into yours, clutching them against the mattress as he rutted and sighed into you. "Let me."
"No." You fight. "No, no, no, no, no! No. Don't!"
His thrusts pick up as you try and wrangle free.
"I forgive you, Toji! I forgive—"
Toji licked into your mouth, grabbed onto your hips, and emptied himself in a long, thick stream. He shivered in your arms through spurts and convulsions, letting you swallow his shuddered alphabet of husky groans.
You can't help but buck into each warm shot of his seed. You're a whore. And you're tired of pretending you're not.
You're still moaning for him not to cum inside you as he does just that, pushed up against your G-spot, gently grinding you toward an orgasm of your own.
He could've positioned himself at your cervix and got all nice and snug, but then he would've missed the sleepy look on your face. Eyelids hung low, mouth parted—sated, full, and still working that pussy against him, swallowing miserably around him because it hasn't cum. She will. He'll show ya he ain't useless, that he's good for somethin'.
Besides, they'll swim. He doesn't need to be lined up to hit a target. It'll be fine once you're shiverin' against him; you'll send 'em right where they need to be.
"Please don't, sir." You said, still thrusting through the zips and tapering shocks of your orgasm. Your arms are helpless, bumbling, and unresponsive.
'Sirs' nice and all, but he'd prefer 'Mister.'
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In celebration of that shimada brothers 'let's have a baby' how about a shimada brothers + reaper headcannons of how they would be as parents?
How They Are As A Father - Shimadas + Reaper
Genre: headcanons + fluff!
Word Count: 600 (like 200ish each)
CW: mentions of S*jiro, lots of fluff, christmas + halloween tropes, genji is a soccer mom and you can't change my mind
this was such a cute idea and im glad i could bring it to life for you anon! i hope you enjoy <3
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Hanzo
strives to be better than his father
very overprotective of you + the baby when your first child is born
calms down over time tho
would do anything for his child
definitely reads them a bedtime story every night (bonus points if he makes it up)
he loves to play outside with them—rain or shine
would teach them self defense
also would give them the option when they’re older if they want to learn to shoot a bow/use a sword
if they want to do a different activity instead? he still tries to be supportive
films everything
also for some reason i picture him making scrapbooks??
volunteers to be a parent supervisor on all of the field trips
and knows every single one of their teachers
he would definitely go up to the door to trick or treat with them too
and christmas?
you have to stop him from buying the whole toy store
still they end up with way more gifts than originally intended
would make a big deal of Santa coming
like would set up a whole scene after they go to bed—reindeer tracks and everything
also he’s an excellent gift wrapper
would have a distinct wrapping style for himself, Santa etc
10/10 father he loves his kid(s) so much
Genji
also tries to be better than their father
tries to be firm but always caves
definitely the type to accidentally swear/do something he’s not supposed to in front of the kids
“I’ll buy you ice cream if you don’t tell mommy”
they end up getting lots of ice cream
worries sometimes that they’ll be embarrassed that he’s a cyborg so you have to comfort him sometimes
i feel like he would sing them to sleep every night??
is extra about everything
he’s on the PTA and bakes cookies for every event
Halloween? he’s coordinating everyone’s costumes
would definitely use “dad tax” as an excuse to steal some of their candy afterwards tho
also he dresses up as Santa to put gifts under the tree
“babe, the kids have been asleep for hours, you don’t have to wear the costume” “but what if they wake up”
also definitely is a part of the carpool + always talks about ‘that bitch Karen’
Reaper
he would be a great father
definitely very sleepy and always takes naps with the kids
is the type to patrol their room if they complain about monsters under the bed
somehow knows exactly what to do too
you’re kind of jealous of it actually
until you see how close he is with them and how cute it is
doesn’t initially want to volunteer for anything at their school/extracurriculars
cannot resist puppy dog eyes though and gets roped into it anyway
the “idk ask your mom” type
plays with the kids for hours
they will literally be using this man as a jungle gym and he doesn’t even flinch
carries them to bed when they fall asleep in weird places
if some kid was bullying them at school, he would definitely have some strong words for them
“kick them in the shins” “gabriel!”
not a big fan of Halloween but will hold their hands if they get scared
also insists they wear a coat and even when they refuse carries it the whole night for when they inevitable get cold
loves to play in the snow with your kids
absolute snowball fight master
holds them up so they can decorate the top of the tree
helps them write letters to Santa + gives them letters back covered in white glitter and candy cane stickers
he’s so soft
would move heaven and hell for his kids
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Hey hey! I saw your requests were open! Could I get Hanzo with a crush please? (If you don't want to feel free to delete this😅) Hope you have a wonderful day!
of course! i love hanzo sm you dont understand. and friendly reminder i’m a multi franchise account. please read my pinned post for what’ll i’ll write for!
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— hanzo shimada x reader
summary: hanzo doesnt know how to deal with a crush, genji is his wing man.
Flustered
Hanzo was always strict and judgmental to everyone around him. People know him to be cold and distant, unwilling to socialize when he deems it’s not needed. But overtime, his relationship with his brother has improved. Finally forgiving himself for what he did long ago. Genji was happy his brother forgave himself and accepted him for what he was now. Yet he was still snappy to those who spoke to him. More so with Cassidy and the junkers. But otherwise, Hanzo seemed to tolerate most Overwatch agents who ran around the base.
One agent in particular got a more softened side of Hanzo. A side of Hanzo that Genji hasn't seen in a long time. He doesn't remember a time Hanzo was sweet to anyone really. But it was a sight to see indeed. Watching Hanzo flush at the attention the agent gave him. The agent in question? Y/n L/n. Genji enjoyed watching the two interact from the sidelines, unseen and unheard. Wondering when his older brother will ask them out. And by the looks of it, Hanzo was too stubborn, or maybe shy? To ask Y/n the question.
“So, when are you going to ask Y/n out on a date?” Genji asked out of the blue, once training was over and they were the last ones in the practice range. Hanzo seemed to falter at the sudden question, releasing the arrow he just knocked on his bow too early, missing the target completely. Genji smiled under his mask at his uncharacteristic behavior, sheathing his sword.
“That is an inappropriate question.” Hanzo scoffed, fixing his posture and reaching for another bow.
“Oh come on, Han. Y/n is my friend, they seem to like you as much as you like them. It’s very obvious you two have feelings for each other. No use denying it.” Genji pressed on, gently resting his left hand on Hanzo’s shoulder, feeling as he tensed up under his sudden touch.
“We are only friends. There’s no other feelings between us.” As stubborn as ever, Genji rolled his eyes and sighed, letting his hand fall from his brothers shoulder.
“Y/n likes you romantically. You like them romantically. Ask them on a date!” Genji exasperated. “I know when they like someone. And it’s not often it happens. Trust me.”
“I do not want to pursue a relationship with them. They deserve far better than me.”
“Like who? Cassidy? Brother, don’t doubt yourself, you’ve come along way. You deserve them as they deserve you. You deserve to be happy and there isn’t anyone else out there who would give you the same happiness as Y/n brings to you.”
Hanzo looked to the ground, now at his side as he took Genji’s words in. A sudden knock at the practice range doors made the two brothers look over to the sudden entrance of the person they were talking about. “I’m so sorry to intrude, but I think I accidentally deleted a file for the next mission? Would you two mind if I look at one of yours? I can’t find Winston anywhere.” An embarrassed smile graced your lips.
Hanzo stood silent for a moment, eyes wide and locked on your figure until Genji softly nudged him to respond. “I can lend you my mission files until you sort it out with Winston.” He coughed, fixing his posture. “I have the details memorized, it will be no trouble.”
“Thank you so much, Han!” A bright smile appeared on your face as you jumped on the heels of your shoes. “I just need to quickly read over the file I’m missing so I won’t take long to read it over!” The smile never left your face as Hanzo began walking towards the practice dummies before Genji quickly stopped him.
“I’ll clean up, brother.” Hanzo could practically see the smile on Genji’s face through his mask. “Ask them.” Genji whispered as Hanzo passed him, walking over to the entrance where you patiently waited for him.
Hanzo sucked in a breath as he reached you, giving you a small, shy smile. “I’ll see you at dinner, Genji!” You called out before leaving the practice range The doors slid shut, starting their trek to the dorm buildings. The first few minutes were silent, until Hanzo cleared his throat, catching your attention.
“I’ve been meaning to ask.” Hanzos face was flushed, reaching down to his neck. “Would you accompany me for tea some day?” As calm and collected Hanzo presented himself, he felt like a child asking out his crush on the school playground.
“Hanzo Shimada, are you asking me out on a date?” You giggled, tilting your head to the side as you looked at him.
“Would you want it to be a date?” He blurted out unconsciously, eyes widening. “It doesn’t have to me a date if you-“ You giggled again, resting a hand on Hanzo’s shoulder.
“I’d love to go on a date with you, Hanzo. After this mission. Yeah?” You smiled softly at him. Hanzo’s heart rate sped up, he fears you could feel the warmth radiating off his face.
“Of course.” He smiled, gently taking your hand that’s placed on his shoulder in his larger one, squeezing slightly. Continuing the walk to his room at the dorms to retrieve his mission files for you to look over, hand in hand. Hanzo could thank Genji later.
#hanzo shimada x reader#overwatch x reader#hanzo shimada imagine#i’m so excited for overwatch 2 have y’all seen how fine hanzo is with his sleeveless top are you kidding mEEEEEE#ugh he’s so gorgeous i want him
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theyre like my favourite pairing right after moicy and i will explode from the lack of content they have
#niranzo#lifeweaver#niran pruksamanee#niran#hanzo#hanzo shimada#lifeweaver x hanzo#hanzo x lifeweaver#overwatch#overwatch 2#mlm#didnt expect to see YOU here shimada#like look me in the eye and tell me they havent met at least once#hanzo lost his tattoo privileges bc uuhh i cant draw#dragonlily#dragonweaver
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Autistic Hanzo <3 this isn’t a headcanon it’s completely fact, source: Blizzard Entertainment told me
He has such a hard time cumming :( everything needs to be just perfect, he needs to be touched just right. Maybe even have one of his sensory stuffed animals with him <3
But until you two find out the perfect way to make him finally tick, to finally cum, it’s all teasing and touching everywhere to figure out where he does and doesn’t want to be touched. Maybe he can only cum with certain toys, maybe he needs to have his own fingers fucking into himself instead of yours. Orgasm after orgasm ruined, trying to find the perfect conditions for him to cum <3
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Rivalry
Hanzo Shimada x Reader
Summary : You come from a family that is in competition with the Shimadas. Little did you know that saving Genji would lead to a different fate..
CW : SMUT, choking, degrading, fingering (f! receiving), fem!reader, dirty talk, rivalry/”hate” from Hanzo, not fully proofread
A/N : I wrote this a long time ago and just found it in the docs.. Let’s hope it’s not too shit. The separations I made were timeskips as well. Enjoy!
Masterlist
You hated the Shimadas. Or so you thought. Your families had always been in a competition, reaching out to take the crown for themselves.
“Don’t ever associate with the Shimadas, Y/N. Am I understood?” Your father berated you as you wept on the ground. “Yes, father. It won’t happen again.” The man hummed in agreement, walking away.
How would you have known that the poor boy was a Shimada? And why did it really matter?
Your eyes trailed down the road, finishing up a job for the night. You noticed movement from beside the trash can and got closer. You couldn’t have any witnesses to your ‘cleaning job’, never wishing to bring dishonor to your family.
“Who’s there?” You called out and then noticed the bloody body. He seemed as if he were on his last breath, his face almost unrecognizable from the wounds. “Oh heavens. It’s okay..” This man wasn’t one you had beat up, and there was no way he witnessed the scene in his condition. “Look, let’s get you help. I’m going to pick you up. Okay?” The man couldn’t respond, his feeble twitches alerted you of his life.
You carried the man for what seemed like miles, finally finding a clinic to take care of him.
The nurse rushed toward the door, taking care of his limp body. His blood seeped all over the white stretcher as they took him back.
“What happened to him? Can you fill out a form?” The head nurse waved you over, passing a clipboard to you. “I really don’t know. I just found him like that. I don’t even know his name. Will he be alright?” You questioned and the lady shrugged. “We don’t know yet, I’ll tell you when I hear the news. Waiting room is all yours.”
You waited for a while before you got the news. The nurse tapped your shoulder and you turned. “I’m sorry miss, he will live but he needs dire medical help. We are sending him to a trained professional. He gave me his name and number while he was still conscious.” She handed you a little paper slip. You could feel your heart drop.
Genji Shimada.
You had helped the Shimada clan?! Not only one of their henchmen but the second in line.. You were in for it now..
———
That was two years ago now and yet you still wondered what happened to the poor boy. No matter how many things were drilled into your head you never saw them as ‘inhuman’.
Genji had been a change in your life, showing you the true way to use your powers - to save. Your talents in weaponry had proved useful, landing you a new spot on ‘Overwatch’. You had heard of the protocol across the news but never really looked into it. A sweet girl named Tracer tracked you down in Osaka and made you a deal.
“Look, we could really use agents with your skill set. You’ll have a lot of new friends and missions to grow. We will provide whatever necessities you need as well, Y/N.” She rocked back and forth on her feet, giving you time to think. You decided to help, wanting a new adventure away from home.
“Hey darlin! Welcome to the team.” You were slapped lightly on the back by the ‘cowboy’ as Tracer called him. He introduced himself as Cassidy and showed you across base.
Waving goodbye to your new friend, you sat down to eat. It had been a long day of socializing and you were worn out. Eyes glazing over, you let your body relax.
A loud cough behind you shuddered you out of your little nap, quickly turning to face them. It felt as if your eyes could pop out of their sockets, there was no way…
“You’re Hanzo.” You deadpanned and his eyebrow raised.
“So the scary Y/N knows basic knowledge. Seems you’re not as stupid as I thought.” His scoff made you roll your eyes. He’s annoying but you didn’t wish to stick to the past hatred.
“Thanks. You’re pretty handsome for being annoying, I guess.” You brushed off your clothes, winking to the man as you made your exit.
If Hanzo was here then maybe you could ask about his little brother.. Or get to know him a bit more.. You shook the last thought off, making your way to finish the work day.
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That morning you had run into Hanzo yet again. The two of you just shared a simple glance across the table, continuing to eat breakfast.
“Oh, Y/N! You’ve met grumpy pants! That’s great - works out perfectly. I have to go deal with a few issues so I can’t train with you today. Hanzo’s schedule is cleared though! You got this big man.” Cassidy slapped his shoulder as he waved goodbye.
Was he joking? It had to be a set up… Right? You met his eyes and he seemed to be seething. Quiet sighs filled the silent void as you continued to pick at the fruit.
“Are you done with breakfast? Let's get this over with.” Hanzo stood, beckoning you to follow. You cocked an eyebrow in surprise, setting aside the plate to clean.
The two of you walked down the elongated halls, an air of awkwardness sitting stagnant. Hanzo stopped at the training room door, opening it for you.
“Thanks.” You mumbled and he just hummed as the two of you got in position.
Kick after kick, blow after blow, the two of you fought. You could feel sweat drip down your back, breath leaving in hard huffs. You hadn’t had such a formidable partner in such a long time.
“Good job, Y/N. This hasn’t been bad.” Hanzo addressed, adam’s apple bobbing as he drank water.
You could feel your body hum in excitement at the praise. He looked absolutely gorgeous in the light, his sweat making him sparkle.
“Thanks, Hanzo. Not too bad yourself.”
The two of you awkwardly shifted, waiting for the other to speak. You didn’t want to ruin the moment but you were genuinely curious about what happened with Genji. Before you knew it, the words spilled out of your mouth.
“Hanzo, what happened with Genji? After I saved him that night?”
You watched as his face contorted into questionable horror, a hand rubbing across his brow.
“I-I don’t know. You were the one who saved him?” Hanzo’s voice was feeble, sounding much like a little child.
You had assumed Genji knew who you were, but then again, you never reached out after that night. You nodded, hand reaching out towards his wrist. His arm tensed at the touch - foggy chestnut hues meeting yours.
“Thank you for saving my brother, Y/N. Maybe I thought wrong of you.”
Your heart broke at the sight of such a strong man clearly broken. You didn’t know what happened in his family, but if it was anything like yours, it wasn’t good. You knew what it was like to live with that trauma - even if your clan was long gone.
“Hanzo, can I hug you?”
It took a few minutes but eventually the hardened man agreed, your arms wrapping around his taut muscles. You stood there for what seemed like forever, relishing in the touch. His body was warm, muscles finally relaxing against your own. Maybe he needed this just as much as you did.
His hot breath fanned against your neck as his nose dug into your flesh. You gripped against his shirt, your body warming up even more. Your finger traced down to his lower back, running circles in the indent.
“Since you saved my brother, I’ll give you anything you want.” His deep voice whispered into your ear, fireworks shooting out from your nerves.
“Anything?”
His hands yanked you even closer, bodies touching.
“Anything.”
No words had to be exchanged for him to understand what you wanted. Your hands dusted on the waistband of his pants, snapping it against him. Hanzo’s grunt only warmed your core up more, practically pleading for him. He backed you against the cold training door, fingers making their way into your shirt.
“Hanzo, stop teasing.” You breathed out as the rough pads of his fingers trailed your thighs. His hum was the only response you got as he continued to tickle your soft flesh.
It didn’t last long as he was about as ready to combust as you were, hands finally ripping at your underwear. A shiver ran down your body at the cold air revealing you, Hanzo’s abyssal orbs taking in your nude form.
“Good.” Was all the man said, his fingers rubbing against your wet folds. You threw your head back as he pushed two digits into your sopping hole, hands gripping at his neck.
“Fuck, just like that.” You crooned, his pace picking up.
“Don’t tell me what to do. You hear me?” Hanzo’s voice went stern, hand coming to grasp at your throat. You nodded along as he continued to curl his digits into you.
It wasn’t even a full minute later that you felt the string inside you ready to snap, your cunt convulsing around his fingers.
“I can feel you about to cum. Let it go, flower.” Hanzo’s thumb came to circle your clit, only adding more pressure to your oncoming orgasm.
“F-Fuck! Hanzo, I-I’m cumming..” You moaned, eyes rolling back as you reached your high.
Hanzo gave you a few seconds before you felt his hard member brushing against your throbbing hole. His voice letting out low groans as he rutted himself into you.
“Can I push in?” The man panted, arms grasping on to you for dear life.
You shook your head in confirmation, body shaking as you felt his length move in. He was just the right size and you couldn’t help but think that you wouldn’t last long. He had already given you a mindblowing orgasm and you didn’t have much stamina left.
His pace was brutal, hands yanking at you to stuff you full. Only the lewd noise of slapping and his grunts could be heard throughout the room.
“Your cunt feels so good around me. You were built to take me.” Hanzo barked out, your body clenching at his nasty words. He took this as a good sign, continuing his dirty talk.
“Bet you love this. Look at you, whoring yourself out to me.” His hand yanked you to look in the workout mirror, watching as he completely obliterated you. You could only moan as he opened your mouth, shoveling two of his fingers into it.
“You like that. Be a nasty bitch and cum. I know you’re close.” Hanzo’s breath puffed against your ear, the overstimulation too much. Your body shook as you reached your second orgasm of the night, creaming around his member. It wasn’t soon after that Hanzo came, decorating your stomach in ribbons of white.
After a few minutes the two of you reclothed and got ready to leave. Hanzo made his way to the door, turning back to meet your eyes.
“If you ever want to do that again... My door is always open.”
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