…on a scar.
Genji has long passed the phase of ‘self-consciousness’ years ago, wearing the wounds of his past like they actually belong to him rather than the tragedy that claims its name over him.
However, it returns to being a point of self-consciousness for both Shimada brothers when Hanzo joins Overwatch, entirely reluctant but too stubborn to leave now that his mistakes and shame have been laid bare for all to see.
It was difficult for them both at first and even long after that. Hanzo, despite his distance and his usual stoic demeanor, could not hide the tightening of his jaw or the way his eyes avert themselves whenever he sees Genji’s scars, unsure of which are the result of his actions or the result of numerous surgeries. And Genji, still willing and perhaps a little guilty of his past actions as a younger–more foolish–man, still tried to close the gap.
But you knew it tore him apart at the delicately closed seams.
Behind closed doors, you pressed your lips against the ragged skin of his cheeks until the mask came down. His hands just gripped your hips and waist, heavy and entirely too tight as you worked. A kiss on the corner of his mouth. Against his forehead. For the scars and marks you couldn’t reach, you soothed with your hands, memorizing the story they each told and the anguish they contained beneath.
“It’s okay,” you murmured against his thinned lips. “It’s okay.”
And he only held you tighter.
Tag: gender neutral reader
Day 18 – Role Reversal
Usually, Hanzo would be the one who was getting you out of trouble. An arrow usually sprouted from your foe’s neck just before he fatally shot you. Then Hanzo would scold you for letting it get that bad.
Him being an Overwatch agent was a thorn in your side, but at least you were alive. You never thanked him in the moment–did he fucking deserve it with that attitude?!–but you were later. When you drifted to sleep, thankful you could sleep.
This time, someone else’s arrow ironically found itself buried in Hanzo’s side. The way it jutted out, and the blood flowing out of the wound, was alarming. You remembered your first aid and bandaged around the arrow, not pulling it out.
Hanzo lay on the ground. What you gave him for the pain knocked him out. He wailed quietly whenever something you did hurt, but he was quiet mostly.
Maybe it was the blood loss, because suddenly Hanzo flew up into a sitting position like a puppet brought to life. He cried out indignantly, angry that he was in pain and not knowing why or remembering.
“Knock it off!” you loudly whispered.
You forced him down by the shoulders. He was weak enough at the moment that you could. God knows the man was stronger than you. He couldn’t be making a fuss right now, when enemies could be around the corner. Pulsefire could be heard in the distance. Far enough away that you weren’t worried. /If/ he stayed quiet.
Maybe he had a bad reaction to the pain medication, because he refused to stay down. His hands batted at you, trying to keep you off him. He mumbled angrily. It was maddening. He knew better. If only he was in the right mind.
Eventually, you lost your temper and climbed on top of him to use your weight to your advantage. Hanzo took your hand clamped down on his mouth as the right time to wrestle.
Really, it wasn’t.
He grappled with you, his hand on your wrist and another around your waist. He was trying to flip the both of you, but he was weaker for the moment. He a very rude thing next. He bit your hand.
“Ow!” you cried out and sat back.
Right onto his raging erection. As if this couldn’t get any more ridiculous.
He took advantage of your surprise and did flip you this time. He pinned your hips down with his bulge against your sex. By the look in his eyes, he was far away, taken there was by lust. But this was not the time.
“No!” you shouted, abandoning caution.
A rapist, Hanzo was not. He looked kicked in the puppy. Then he flopped down next to you onto his back.
“Why?” he asked weakly.
You face-palmed, wishing rescue would hurry up.
Day 17 v.2 – Collaring
“I am going to make you mine,” Genji said.
“I’m already yours,” you said sleepily. Contentedly.
Your legs relaxed open and fell to the bed from his waist. If Genji was a cat, he’d purr smugly. His cybernetics whined quietly as he bent down kiss up your neck and place a kiss on your cheek with a soft smacking sound. His lips tickled up your skin, little bursts of happiness mirrored inside.
He continued to rain kisses all over your face and neck, making you giggle and squirm. He was supremely happy with the heavenly haze he put you in. He had made love to you until he coaxed your body to its peak and watched you light up with pleasure.
Then he chose to stick close until you will inevitably come down from your high. You were safe and emotionally anchored with your master, so close. You put your hand to his bicep and held on.
Genii smiled and rolled over to your side and continued to gaze at you with his warm, brown eyes. You plastered yourself to his side out of habit, tucking your knee up across him.
“So needy,” he murmured.
He stretched a hand towards the bedside table, seeking your present. It was with some trepidation that he took the thin strip of black leather in his metal fingers. You wouldn’t refuse. He had no reason to worry.
“I have something for you.”
A smile overtook your face.
“Really?!”
“Yes,” he replied, pressing another kiss to your forehead.
You stretched your neck, offering it up for the collar. Once it was hugging your skin–and you tugged on it to check it wasn’t too tight–you instantly felt safer. Relief. You had found a place you belonged. You curled tighter against the solid presence of Genji’s body. His hand was a comforting weight on your back.
Remember the Name
Character death.
Gabriel was responsible for you, for the team’s well-being. The two of you tumbled down a trench during an unfortunate landing. His legs were undoubtedly injured–broken perhaps, and you were resting above him with rattling breaths that he could feel through his protective gear. The pain in his legs was enormous. Even so, he’ll take this over a thousand papercuts any day.
“Get off, we need to move.” Gabriel would crawl if he had to, legs be damned. This is a battlefield, not a hotel. But you did not move, probably tired from having carried him despite your own heavy injuries. He had thought it before as you both tried to escape the chaos behind you: it’s a damn miracle you were even standing let alone carrying him. Though, he should have known it was not without consequence.
“Tell me…that, that I did well.” Your words were barely more than a coarse whisper against his neck, interspersed with wheezy breaths.
“What?”
You huffed. “Tell me I did good.”
Anger flashed through him, crackling and searing his skin. “No.”
No!
Day 15 – Human Furniture
Your human footstool, Hanzo Shimada, was getting miffed after a half hour of serving you. He kept still, but he trembled with indignance. You smiled.
“We’re not done.”
“Have pity on your elder,” he muttered.
You scoffed. That was pretty much whining for him. You wished you could see the indignance on his face under his loose hair. It shined orange in the light of the fireplace beyond his bent figure. It was just a bit messy, so like him to have hair that was never truly messy.
“You’re not that old,” you said, tapping your heel.
His back felt hard. Your poor pet was stressed, as usual. His muscles were tense all along his back. So when you dug your heels into the firm flesh between his ribs, he moaned. He closed his mouth, and you kept rubbing at his back. He hummed deeply over and over, his head sagging. His body gently rocked with your efforts until your thighs got tired.
Hanzo was considerably more relaxed by the time you were done. You took your feet off his back, and he made the softest of grunts.
“What’s wrong, My Dragon,” you cooed.
You felt down his side with your toes, then underneath to his chest. He hummed when you got his nipple.
“Do you like that?”
He grunted again. You took his stiff nipple between your big toe and second toe.
“Say it.”
“I like it.” He said it quicker this time.
You gave him the merest of tugs. He rewarded you with a deep keen. It was then that you noticed his thick erection, filled out and waiting.
“Roll over.”
He did so, his stomach rising and falling with deep breaths. You put the bottom of your feet to his stomach just to feel the softness before moving on.
“Good boy.”
You put your feet to his cock. Rubbed them up and down his shaft. You watched his face as you did so. His expression betrayed him.
“Do you want me to not stop?” you asked.
“Yes,” he said, his hot, sensitive flesh bobbing between the sides of your feet.
“Then say it.”
He stubbornly puffed under the stimulation of your soft soles.
“Say it!”
“Don’t…don’t stop,” he said, the last word coming out broken.
Kinktober Day 3
1. Fucking Machine | Genji/Reader
(Reader is Gender Neutral! Genji has a vagina!)
Word Count: 856
Rating: Explicit | No Warnings“Don’t worry, baby. I’m right here.” You assured Genji sweetly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The cyborg was laid on a pallet, legs spread for the machine settled between his knees. You kneeled over him, comforting him as his skin flushed pink and his legs shook.
Kinktober 2k18 Day 13: Weight Gain
Hanzo x Reader
Day 12 – Pet Play
I have made the executive decision to make this into a hybrid AU one-shot. He is a German shepard.
Gabriel Reyes was going to be a tough one. He was going to require a lot of patience compassion. So you were told, but you adopted him, anyway. He needed an owner, and you needed a companion.
He came with glaring, blood-shot eyes and a muzzle with a worn, white skull decorating the front. A parting gift from the previous owner. Seems they tried to make him into a guard dog. And he relished the job a little too much.
You took him home and explained that you would take the muzzle off when he proved he wasn’t a danger to you.
The first week passed by uneventfully. Gabriel spent most of his time sleeping at your feet while you were home. He ate his food without any sign of worrying you would take it away.
You took him out with you, to the coffee shop, to grocery shopping. All your chores for the week. Gabriel was at your side the whole way. He followed really closely. People were giving you funny looks and giving you lots of space.
A few weeks later, and you figured out it was because Gabriel had been glaring at anyone who he thought came too close to you. The muzzle and black clothes you hadn’t replaced yet probably didn’t help.
He hadn’t done anything to hurt anyone just yet, but you still wanted to say something. He was conveniently still sticking to your side at all hours.
“Hey, Gabriel.”
He hummed in acknowledgement, but it sounded more like a grumble.
“I want to talk to you about how bristly you’re being towards other people.”
His full attention snapped to you. His ears stood, facing your direction.
“I have to keep you safe,” he preemptively started to argue with that gravelly voice you’d grown fond of. “You don’t under-”
“Gabriel, stop.”
His mouth shut. His tall ears flicked back momentarily.
“You’re not a guard dog.” You said it again, more firmly this time. “You’re not a guard dog.”
“But-”
“This is a nice neighbourhood. I’m not in any danger.”
Gabriel’s eyes went to the front door and back. He seemed to be taking in what you said.
Then he sat.
You let him stew in what you said and went to the kitchen. His eyes followed you as you walked. You thought you heard his tail thump on the floor. When you turned around, he was staring blankly at you.
You breathed a sigh of relief inwardly when the next week was better. People still glanced at your hybrid, but it was for his resting bitch face. You removed his muzzle then.
Gabriel was happier almost overnight. He kept the lovely, dark voice and even sassed you with it. Told you more about his past. You were starting to feel like you got that companion you wanted.
The sass evolved into flirting when you started to give back what he was dishing out. You were nose-to-nose on the sofa, giving each other shit, when he decided to do something about the tension. He was on the floor below you, like an obedient pup, so he jumped up and pressed you into the cushions.
“You starting something you can finish?”
This was the moment you both were waiting for. He had come a long way since you first took him home. All you wanted was for him to like and trust you as an owner, and you got more. But as owner, it had to be on your terms.
“That’s for me to decide,” you said.
He growled and rocked his hips against you, kindling the desire between you.
“True,” he admitted. He wasn’t the master here.
“On the floor.”
After looking like he was about to argue, he left the space between your legs and lay on the floor in front of you. You immediately felt the loss of his body heat and the presence of his large, strong body. You got off the couch to stand over his body. His tail wagged a few times at your gaze on him.
The outline of his erection was tucked upwards. You lowered yourself onto it.
“That’s more like it,” he said, resting hands on your hips.
You smacked them away. He hummed, his cock twitching against you. You rewarded his excitement by rubbing against his cock. Gabriel slack-jaw moaned, like he hadn’t been touched in years. You rocked harder.
“That feels good,” he purred. “Now why don’t we move on to the main event?”
“Shhhh, not this time.”
He kept his mouth firmly shut, muffling his gravely and deep moans and grunts. He kept his fingers dug into the carpet to keep from touching you like you commanded. The way his cock twitched rapidly against your heat just before you brought him to orgasm felt amazing.
His ears flattened as he came inside his clothes, a wet spot spreading across his stomach. You ran your hand up above the cum-stain, his chest rising and falling with his pants.
“Go bathe yourself, Puppy. Then come to bed.”
You went to bed, and your good boy joined you. You drifted off nice and warm, with the light scent of wet dog.
Kinktober 2k18 Day 11: Cross-dressing
Hanzo x Reader
Contains bits of sissification.
Day 9 – Bondage
I felt bad writing Genji yet again, so here’s a Soldier76 one
“This is for your own good. Don’t resist,” the man known as Soldier 76 growled at you.
You hadn’t been causing that much trouble. Yet, he pushed you against a wall and cuffed you. The cuffs were noticeably old, with scratches and nicks all over them. Yet, they held. And really, you didn’t mind so much. For all the soldier pretended to be a tough nut and sounded like someone took sandpaper to his vocal cords, you had a gut feeling that you were in safe hands.
You fidgeted impatiently, wishing those hands would touch you more than they already had. Roughly, with lots of manhandling. You let your head fall back against the wall you were sitting against to stare blankly back at him.
“C’mon, you have to eat.”
The man was trying to feed you what tasted like a field ration. You never had one of those, but it looked like one. It was bar-shaped and bland. Soldier gave up after a short while.
He grunted and ate the bar himself. “Suit yourself.”
“You got anything else?” The words felt insolent as they left your mouth, but you couldn’t help it.
Soldier 76 crushed the wrapper in his gloved hand and stormed off, his boots crunching on the dirty floor of the abandoned warehouse. Now you’d done it. He wasn’t going to feed you now.
You considered the grey walls and the discarded broken omnic parts strewn about until the soldier came back. He shut the door behind him quietly. He carried a single-serving yogourt cup, which looked comically small in his man-sized man. His boots scuffed the floor as he fell into a relaxed seated position.
“Good enough for you, Princess?”
What sexy sass.
“It’ll do.”
The roughened man produced a plastic spoon from a pants pocket. You let him feed you with said spoon. The yogourt was peach-flavoured. He fed you carefully and patiently, like he had to have done this before. For a child or an elder. You swiped your tongue along your lips, finding them already clean.
“I’m gonna find you a safe place and then we’ll part ways,” he said, stuffing the garbage in his pocket to discard later.
“No.” How dare he decide for you?
The soldier leaned closer with squinted eyes. You trembled with a thrill. He was trying to intimidate you.
He let the dramatic pause go on too long. You had gathered courage already to spring forward and smush your lips to his. His hand stopped mid-way to your throat, from his reflex to push you back. He tore himself from you, instead. He grumbled and stormed out again, leaving you wondering what he would return with this time.
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