The new Overwatch is very different from the old organisation, you think, watching as Winston and Lena usher everyone onto the beach. It’ll be fun, they said. It’ll be nice to see what kind of bathing suits everyone wears, Hana said. It’ll be nice to have the rest of the young agents bothering someone other than you, you said.
And Hanzo really doesn’t want to wear a swimsuit of any kind, he said. Too bad, literally everyone said, and convinced McCree and Genji to force the archer into something.
Now you just expect him to turn up in a pair of cutoff shorts or swim trunks or something, but apparently your dragon isn’t that lucky. He skulks over to you with his head down between his shoulders, trying to hide his bare legs behind you as the rest of the team charges ahead onto the pristine sands.
You laugh and snap the elastic band of his speedos and grope his ass, “My my, your brother has taste.”
Hanzo snarls at you in a disgruntled fashion, “This does not cover anything!” He snatches your wrap and knots it around his waist.
Unwilling to be deterred, you grin and lock your arm around his neck to drag him off to a building – changing rooms from the look of it. He sputters when you push him into a cubicle and rip the fabric away from him, revealing his impressive bulge and well built thighs. The cut of the speedo is flattering to his muscled physique, allowing his adonis belt to draw attention to his growing erection.
He blushes at your inspection but does not cover himself, just as you trained him, and instead falls into a parade rest. Bowing his head, Hanzo clears his throat nervously, “Do I not look ridiculous?”
A grope at his ass, a squeeze of his now half hard cock, and you grin lecherously at him, “Not at all.”
Tag: Hanzo
Anyone requested Hanzo in 6?
Who knew that Hanzo would look so good in a sweater. Of course, it’s a sweater with an open back. Anything that reveals his archery trained shoulders would make him look good.
“I should make you wear this every day,” you moan into his ear as you scratch lines down his back. Hanzo whimpers back at you, his own hands clenching into fists by your head as he rocks back and forth to fuck you as best he can with a dildo spearing his ass.
“Th-then,” a gulp and he clears his throat shakily, “I won’t be able to leave your quart-ah!” He yelps as the dick in his ass hits his prostate head on, causing him to rut against you and the dildo feverishly until you tug his hair to get his attention.
You smirk and kiss him gently, clamping down on him hard in a juxtaposition that makes Hanzo swear softly. “That’s the point,” you answer him, gliding your palm from his marked up back over his painted shoulder and to his exposed pectorals which you grope generously. “Wouldn’t you like that? Being at home, waiting for me like a good boy with all your bits exposed, ready for me to play with anytime I want?”
Hanzo wheezes at the fantasy you put to him, biting down on your shoulder to muffle his immediate desire to nod and say that’s what he wants too. But you know him too well and you tug and tug at the sweater until it’s deformed and hanging off his frame like a stretched piece of knitted wool. “So pretty,” you coo into his ear as he picks up his pace again, urged by your tightening legs. “Such a pretty toy.”
“Oh look at you being all flustered…I’m sorry, but you’re not allowed to cum for another week, at least.” with hanzo? Though I wouldn’t make it a week, I’m not that cruel, more of a gentle soul. Maybe a few hours or days :p
You’re kinder than me :p I’d probably do what the reader does in this fic *insert devil horns*
Chastity is something of a punishment for the both of you, you think as you ride Hanzo’s magnificent cock with a satisfied smile on your face. He doesn’t get to touch his cock, but neither do you, and that’s the best part of him aside from his hands and his mouth and his tongue and- well. You miss his cock, simple as that. Of course you let him out every night just to tease him for your sadistic amusement, but he doesn’t get the pleasure of your pussy except on the weekend.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this cock,” you moan and dig your nails into his chest as you rock your hips back and forth. “So perfect,” at your lustful groan he whimpers and tugs you down to his chest so he can kiss you with desperation dripping from his lips, “Made just for me.”
“Will you-” Hanzo licks his lips and clears his hoarse throat, “Will you let me cum tonight?”
The hope and desire in his eyes is intoxicating, the scrambling hands and hungry mouth on your body driving your pleasure to its tipping point. With a fulfilled cry, you orgasm and rut yourself against his cock to prolong your long awaited pinnacle, reveling in his tortured pleas as you slowly come to a halt.
“No! No no don’t stop-”
You slick your hair back and lift yourself off of him despite his iron grip, raising your hand to clamp down on his throat until he lets go. “Poor baby,” you coo without remorse as you watch him inch back from that blissful edge. He’s red in the face with frustration, his jaw stiff from clenching his teeth so tightly and the tendons in his neck are so pronounced as he watches you stroke his cock tenderly.
“Please?” he begs breathlessly in Japanese, tears starting to well up in his eyes as he spots you dragging over a bowl of iced water with your free hand.
“Nah uh,” you shake your head and tap his nose mockingly. “Look at you being all flustered.” Hanzo also starts to shake his head, although so does his body in a full-bodied tremble. “I’m sorry, but you’re allowed to cum for another week, at least,” your innocent grin is punctuated by his quiet sobs as you gently ice down his cock so you can fit it back into its cage.
“But-but it’s been a month!” A month since his last proper orgasm. A month of slowly driving himself insane with desire and want and you.
“Too bad. But since you’re so eager, let’s make that two weeks. How about it?”
Submissive Hanzo Headcanons
SFW
- Having Hanzo as a sub is almost like having a wolf on a leash.
- Aloof but affectionate, so protective that he becomes jealous if you’re distracted when he comes to cuddle/seeks your attention.
- Tends to sit at your feet when you’re at your desk, sofa, etc.
- This man happily massages your feet for you when you come home, kissing up your calves as he does so.
- Can perceive your moods easily and serves you beverages or snacks to appease you or make you happy.
- Like tea if you’re stressed; sweets if you’re sad; alcohol if you want to celebrate or your favourite food when you feel homesick.
- Likes to have you cuddle into him if the both of you are lounging on the bed/sofa.
- Shows off his archery or swordsmanship whenever he nails a new move or technique.
- You know this man would flex his muscles and stretch his arms if he knew you were watching. A little like preening under your attention.
NSFW
- Secretly likes puppy play (hence the wolf on a leash) and having a tail butt plug in him as he putters around the house.
- Would spend his entire life eating you out if he could. Loves tracing yours and his names on your clit.
- Shibari is a must, and he loves it when you use the ropes around his body to manhandle him into position.
- His weakness is trying to keep still as you play with the head of his cock. This is perhaps the best way to get some funishment in because this boy cannot stop his hips from jerking when you play with his piss slit.
- Hanzo is generally pretty quiet in bed save for panting and groans and quiet moans, but if you want to make him scream, squeeze his balls and nibble lightly on the head of his cock after he’s cum. I guarantee you he’ll choke and cry out and scream his pretty little heart out.
- Starts to beg very prettily only after you deny him countless times.
- If you run your hands through his hair and hug his head to your chest after sex, he’ll be putty in your hands.
Some HC’s for a fem!reader and kitty!Hanzo. Like, reader was the only one who was willing to adopt him because he was a “problem” hybrid? Something like that, if that makes any sense lol
- Hanzo is not a friendly hybrid at all. He doesn’t trust humans much and would much rather be on his own, but he has caused too much trouble on the streets and was taken in by an adoption agency.
- His behavior actually got so bad they had to put him in a muzzle when meeting potential adopters.
- But that didn’t stop you. Nuh uh. No sir. You looked into those dark, broken eyes of his and you knew there was love in there somewhere. You took one look at that unruly feline and said you want him.
- Of course, it wasn’t easy taming him. He’d bite you, scratch you, make a mess of your house. You had to keep your home on lockdown because he kept trying to run away.
- Your patience is eventually rewarded. He starts to gradually calm down and the scowl on his face softens up.
- When he finally lets you touch him? Oh lord. He tenses with apprehension, but when your warmth settles against his body and you give a gentle stroke, he melts. He starts pressing against you, expecting you to pet him more.
- You can start leaving the house unlocked and he will make no attempts to leave. He likes living with you. He doesn’t expect to find any kindness like yours anywhere else.
- He will eventually get very protective of you, not wanting to share you with anyone.
- He doesn’t remember his mother. Not much. But when he snuggles with you at night, pressed up against you and wrapped up in a blanket, he says it gives him a nostalgic feeling. It brings him back to that peace he had when he was an infant, being loved and cherished by his faceless mother.
Okay so nagas are great but for the Shimada brothers lets take it a step further. Dragons. Dragons who are very protective of their s/o and also hoard shiny crap.
Dragon bois!!!!
- They have such pretty hair, luxurious beards, long sparkly tails. This ain’t no Mabeline, they were born with it biatch.
- They are extremely protective of you and snarl if anyone they don’t recognize gets too close.
- They’ll even bicker with each other if they think the other is getting a little too handsy or flirty.
- Yes, they hoard shiny things, but lately they’ve been handing shiny things over to you in order to win your favor. You’re getting your own hoard!
- Whenever you go out, do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched? That’s them. They totally followed you even though you told them to stay home. They’re just making sure you’re safe. c:
- Not to mention, bed time usually consists of cuddle piles since these reptilian boys are always craving warmth.
Concept: Wolf!Hanzo and Shiba!Genji probably handle their heats the same way despite being (somewhat) different animals. Never be surprised when dirty laundry goes missing (they absolutely adore your scent), unexplained half way dried ~messes~ are to be found around your room (or where ever you spend most of your time) or you find you’re looking at an absurd amount of dick from your adopted hybrid.
I’d say Hanzo is far more secretive and subtle about it due to shame. He wishes he had more control over his instinctive urges so he wouldn’t sully you with his lust. Perhaps that is the curse that comes with being a hybrid of a more feral animal, versus Genji’s more domestic breed. But yes Hanzo is very secretive and if you ask him about these mysterious happenings he’ll claim to have no idea what you’re talking about. Maybe he even watches you sleep through the crack in your door, looking at you with such need, internally debating whether to make a move or not.
Genji is more assertive and makes it known that he wants some attention. He’s so used to just rolling over, being cute, and getting what he wants so no need to change tactics now. On the first day his heat strikes he’l just be up front and let you know. Whether you want to sleep with him or not is totally up to you, he respects that. But… that doesn’t mean he’s above stealing your clothes and jerking off in your bed as he relishes in your sweet scent. I bet if you walked in on him jerking off he’d look you in the eye and finish while you watch. 👀
Kinktober 2k18 Day 11: Cross-dressing
Hanzo x Reader
Contains bits of sissification.
Here’s a thought: Adopted hybrid boi gets pet on the head for THE FIRST TIME EVER and he just doesn’t know how to react??? That felt so nice and it made him so happy,,, he just starts to cry.
I’m so sorry I keep writing stuff based on your prompts but I loved this idea so much I wrote two little drabbles. Your ideas are fucking magical dude I can’t even
Hanzo
You’re not disappointed when Hanzo seems to shy away from human contact when you brought him home. You were duly warned and even saw it for yourself at the adoption centre. Still, it does make your hand twitch when his fluffy ears swivel around or when he rolls over on a patch of sunlight.
There’s no doubt that Hanzo loves you as much as you love him, which does make up for the lack of affection that he shows you. It’s a cold comfort when you really want to touch him and hug him but that’s okay, you’d rather not push him beyond what he’s okay with.
Some days though…some days are really hard.
Like today. It’s been a shitty day at work and an even shittier month; little things that don’t usually bother you eventually snowball into things that make you want to curl up at home and just wallow in yourself. The day has been a drag, chipping away at your soul until you close the door behind you with an empty look in your eyes and a haunted expression on your face.
Hanzo, bless him, sidles up to you when he sees you come home, wandering close enough for you to feel his heat but not feel his silken skin. You flash him a quick smile and head straight to bed; that’s enough adulting for today, you think. The hybrid follows behind closely, tutting at you and picking up the clothes you litter around the house as he does so. It would make you smile had you the energy.
You muster up a small mutter of thanks and collapse onto the mattress, burying your face into the blanket. Softness and the smell of home permeates your senses, calming you instantly and you sprawl out with a soft moan of contentedness. Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn into the better part of an hour, and as you doze off you feel the mattress dip beside you.
Raven hair fills your vision – Hanzo. He looks at you worriedly, looking pointedly at the mug of tea on the bedside table. When you decline it in favour of vegging out, he frowns and flops on his side next to you, his tail whipping across your legs in a show of his irritation.
With him this close, your thoughts turn away from your terrible day and to his handsome visage instead. Silky, glossy hair and charming fluffy ears, intelligent black eyes that glint back at you in the dying light of dusk. His facial hair, always impeccably groomed, twitch when he bites at his lip and shuffles closer, his shoulder a hair’s breadth away from your curled hand. He’s looking at your hand, you realise, ears swivelling and flicking as though he’s contemplating something.
It’s an adorable sight, one that breaks your self-discipline.
Unbidden, your hand shifts and lands gently on his head, your thumb stroking his impossibly soft locks. Unbeknownst to you, a serene smile spreads across your lips and holds Hanzo’s attention. His eyes are wide and locked on your face; you’re…you’re petting him!
Should he shift away? Should he stay? Hanzo’s mind turns to static, fuzzing even more when you move your hand to pet him properly, fussing at his ears and tugging his hair out of his ponytail. He lets his eyes flutter shut, leaning into you and purring sonorously into the silence of your bedroom. Normally he doesn’t like being petted, doesn’t like his hair being touched, but this…this is nice.
Something warm fills his chest and his head, making his heart and brain turn to mush the longer your hand cups his head and threads into his hair. It feels good. Really good.
With a lump stuck in his throat, he opens his eyes to see if he dares to inch closer only to find that you’ve dozed off completely, snoring gently into the rumpled blankets. Affection and love and something that he’s not prepared to acknowledge bloom inside him. Yes, he thinks as he rubs his head against your hand, this is nice. Maybe being petted isn’t so bad after all.
Soldier 76
This old hybrid stiffens when you cup his head in your hands. What on earth are you doing?
You laugh and smooth your thumbs over his weathered cheeks, rubbing your forehead against his as you pet him thoroughly. Why, you’re petting him of course, what else?
He swallows past the lump in his throat and clenches his jaw, trying to stop the tears that well up in his eyes at the way you run your fingers through his thinning hair and kiss the hideous scars on his face. You don’t have to be nice to him and pet him; he knows it doesn’t feel as nice as petting a hybrid with fuller hair and smoother skin.
Huffing, you shake your head and play with his white hair affectionately, slicking it back from his forehead. This is fine. You’re petting him, not some other hybrid.
Jack sniffles and looks down, feeling like he can’t look you in the eyes while begging for more pets with his body. He’s so old but he’s acting like a pup all over again, eager to be touched and loved. But he really does want more pets; he just can’t say it without wanting to crawl into a hole.
Luckily for him, you’re a mindreader. Or a Jack-reader, anyway. You hug him to your chest and lean back against the sofa, caressing the back of his head and closing a hand over the back of his neck to stop him from leaving. The hybrid is stiff for a heartbeat but melts just as quickly, winding his strong arms around you and nuzzling into your neck.
Your Good Boys Ch 2
Unrelated to Chapter 1, but I wanna lump all my hybrid chapters together
Hanzo knelt before you on the floor, with you sitting on your sofa. You unhooked his leash, because that seemed like the right thing to do. His collar had gold-coloured metal. That seemed to suit him and his regal air.
Now that you had him home, though, you weren’t sure what to do next. Hanzo watched you with that the same gaze other dog hybrids watched their masters. Looking to please. His was a touch more intense than others. You reached out, hesitantly, to touch his face. He took to the affection, gliding his cheek along your hand. Softening his intense gaze, shutting his eyes almost. He let you mess the greying hair wings just below his canine ears if it meant more petting.
Toad's Cave 