(This is a cute one so I wanted to do hcs for both my boys.)
While on a mission you find yourself in an old safe house. There’s no heating, but the house is so old that it’s got a fireplace. It’s cold and you’re both so surprised to see it that you agree to light a fire for the night.
Genji
He’s never seen a fireplace that wasn’t just for show. He sits kind of close so he can watch the fire. At first you sit a little further away, not quite sure how close is too close. Your blanket’s not very thick, and you shiver even though you’re wrapped up like a burrito. He notices you shaking and invites you to sit closer. He puts an arm around you for a moment, but then he has a better idea. He takes your blanket and pulls you into his lap and wraps the blanket over both of you. His body doesn’t give off as much heat as you expected, and his hands are cold as ice. But it’s nice being this close. If you’re not careful you could fall asleep on him.
Hanzo
It’s his idea to sleep in front of the fire. You had planned on dragging a couch over and bundling up in blankets to stay warm, but by the time you’re ready to sleep he’s built a nest of blankets on the floor. He’s pretty insistent that you’d only be cuddling for warmth. No other reason. In fact, he’s so insistent that you don’t even bother teasing him about wanting to hold you. He’s the big spoon, and you couldn’t be more cozy. By morning he’s holding you so tight that you have to wake him up to get away (not that you’re in a hurry to).
This would be such a classic comedy moment. Hanzo/Genji is giving it to you hard, you’re moaning and crying out, and all the sudden there’s a dragon in the middle trying to fight its own master off of you. Makes Hanzo/Genji wonder who the dragons are really loyal too.
It was your birthday, and your older brothers took you out to the club to celebrate. To a VIP room with all of Genji’s most charming and fun friends.
Hanzo was doing his best to relax with a drink his hand. He sipped it, but clearly, his mind was elsewhere. Genji was talking to the person seated to next to him or texting on his phone. Both wore slick attire, with button up shirts just tight enough to show off the muscles from regular training. Hanzo let his lovely, black hair down from its tie, which you played with, running it through your fingers and giggling, with a light blush dusting your cheeks. Hanzo returned your smile faintly; it was contagious You were a few drinks in and feeling attractive in your dress. This wasn’t the best time you ever had, but you were glad to be out of the house and with your brothers. One on either side, and they never left. It was sweet.
“Hanzo, I don’t feel so well. Did I drink too much?”
One look at your dangerously drooping eyelids, and he went stiff in alarm. He grabbed his brother’s sleeve.
“Genji! Something’s wrong!”
Genji also looked you over. Then he turned and sneered at his friends.
“Alright, who drugged my sister? Did you think I would not notice?!”
He quickly rose from his seat and growled at all of them to get out. It was time to take you home, where you would be safe.
Hanzo was cradling your head upright, assuring you that you would be okay. You were with your big brothers.
Genji got up and went to the door. He checked the hallway to make sure everyone else had gone. Then he came back, closing the door quietly behind him.
“They are gone,” he said conspiratorially to Hanzo, a hint of lust in his deepened voice.
Hanzo glanced at you, but you were gone. The roofie was doing wonders. Even if you heard Genji, it was too late. Hanzo hummed lazily, nuzzling your neck. He inhaled your feminine scent, a mix of your body wash, hair products, and your personal odour from your hair.
You were a heavy ragdoll, not human at all, but that didn’t deter them. They had their groping and squeezing hands all over you immediately. Genji pinched a nipple, and that drew a quiet whine. They traded looks, and that started the game of how much noise they could get from you without you waking.
They spread your legs and fucked you hard, taking turns and earning them choked whines. Not to the point of cumming. They just wanted to whet their appetite, before sinking their teeth into the soft spots along your body. To inflict bruises. They weren’t terribly worried about being found out right now. They had always wanted to know what little sister felt like, and now was the time. They branded you with bite marks around your neck and shoulders. Fingertip-shaped bruises on your hips, thighs, and ass. By the time they were done with your nipples, you’d think they’d fall off. Biting and pinching hard, making you cry out, girlish and shy-like.
Genji was pounding away at your cunt when Hanzo said, “Think she’s a virgin?”
Genji paused his thrusts.
“Well, considering the white panties we pulled off her–cute!–maybe.”
Hanzo thought of the best idea yet.
“Roll her over onto her side,” he said, making the gesture. “Let’s make her first time a good one.”
Genji pulled out and rolled you over, your cheek smushed against the padding of the couch and your mouth open slightly. Hanzo took his place at your back, Genji at your front.
“You are cruel, Hanzo.” Genji grinned.
Hanzo yanked your dress up farther. He bucked his hips and stuffed his cock in your cunt to gather some of your natural lube. Then Genji replaced Hanzo’s cock with his own, pumping your cunt at his leisure. Hanzo held your cheeks spread with one hand and prodded at your asshole.
You hummed a long protest, sounding a lot like, “Noooooo,” as Hanzo slid inside your tight tunnel. Once he made it as far as he could reach, he lifted your knee.
“How is it?” Genji asked.
“So…tight,” Hanzo groaned.
Genji hummed in reply. He kissed your lips. Then he squeezed open your jaw and stuck his tongue inside your slack mouth. Since he was eighteen, he had wanted to know what it was like to make out with his sister. This wasn’t ideal, but it was still hot.
Hanzo held your body down as they both used you for their pleasure. A tangle of legs as they bounced your limp body on that club couch. Hanzo’s eyes rolled back and his lids dipped. He let his dick guide his pace, sloppily thrusting inside your messy asshole and cheeks.
You started to moan quietly and rhythmically. Genji bit his lip with a smirk.
“What a good sister,” he praised lewdly.
He brought a hand down to tickle your clit, seeing if he could make you cum. The ragdoll came alive then, your back arching a bit. He rubbed harder and harder, painfully, until you arched further, and he felt your virgin cunt clamp weakly around his length.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good,” Genji breathed, squirming with the effort of keeping his orgasm at bay.
“Just finish already,” Hanzo said.
He had already pulled out and was giving your ass a few parting squeezes.
“Fine.”
Genji pounded your poor cunt until he stilled inside, twitching and cumming inside.
They stood up, their flaccid dicks still hanging out of their pants. You lay there, used and stuffed with their cum for them both to admire.
“Hmmm. Why didn’t we cum on her chest?”
“Good question.”
They sat back down to mouth at and grope your body until they could get hard again.
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Commission for Gal Pals Anon ❤⃛ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ )! This fic is in the same world setting at the last commission I did for her: “The Dragon’s Bride”. You’re a girl living in a studio Ghilibi-esk AU. It’s not uncommon for you to find drunk men lying in the streets. The man you do find lying in the streets, however, is not like any man you’ve ever met.
Warnings: Mild Violence, Slight Sexual Tones, Romance, 6k.
Demon!Hanzo is cunning, underhanded, and willing to do anything to accomplish his goals. However, he has a strong sense of honour with a skewed moral compass. He will do anything to protect that which he considers his, and there is very little that belongs to him. And you? You belong to him as much as he belongs to you, so be prepared to find that he’s constantly warding off other demons and protecting your house like it was his own den.
When you both first met, it was likely to have been the result of a clash of territories. His wit against yours. Hanzo fancies himself skilled in the art of speech and deal-making, but you? You are his match. He’s mesmerised by your skill, impressed with how you’re playing him like a shamisen, and utterly taken with your confidence. You’re perfection and he must have you.
Magic is strong in his blood, making Hanzo perfectly capable of assuming a human visage and living with you as any other human husband would. When you’re out of the house on errands, he accompanies you with a stoic look on his face, a sneer on his lips at the human rabble as he passes them. When you’re busy working, Hanzo would be out securing his territory, patrolling and fighting off others to amuse himself in your absence. At night, he serves you as diligently as any loyal servant, caring for you and cooking foods that he has learned over the years that he has been alive. His father would be appalled at how submissive he is, but Hanzo now knows there is power in service.
For the first time in his life, Hanzo doesn’t need to posture and pretend when he is with you. You don’t care that he’s a demon, that he’s practically royalty, that he can easily kill you if he has a sudden change of heart. His line is as fickle as they are powerful – concubines upon concubines are the preference of the Shimada clan. For once, he has to earn the affection of someone outside of his clan and it’s intoxicating when you praise him and reward him for his efforts. For once, there is someone who can fulfil his substantial sexual appetite, heck, you’re probably more demanding than he is. And he loves it.
NSFW
Rope never holds Hanzo. Metal does nothing either. No, for him, you need special sutras to secure him in place. Ones that have been twisted into twine and pasted onto thick manacles are the only things that can hold him. They bind away his magical strength and make him as weak as a human, and stronger sutras turn his muscles to jelly and haze his consciousness, leaving him vulnerable to your every whim.
The stamina of demons is legendary and Hanzo is no exception. He will cum as many times as you want, lasting long after his cock becomes sore and his ass feels gaped from how many times you fuck him. Sometimes he will curse his body as it fails him, trembling and shaking as he drags himself to your feet to kiss it, apologising that he can’t keep up with your desire to fuck. Other times, he will hold his orgasm for as long as you deem fit, his grey skin turning dark as he puts that hard-earned discipline to good use. He will cry and he will swear, but he will not cum without your permission.
Hanzo vastly prefers rough sex. The rougher you are, the harder he cums. He wants to battle, to fight, even in bed, and he will make you work for his submission. If he isn’t covered in bruises, scratches, bites, and bleeding by the end of the night, it wasn’t a good night. Likewise, he will leave his mark on you with passionate scratches and bites, smugly looking over his handiwork when you’re finally all fucked out and lying next to him in bed.
Despite his fangs, he has a bit of an oral fixation. He will explore you with his mouth and his lips over his hands, only using his bulky arms to help hold you in place as he eats you out. Hopefully, you won’t mind a bit of pain, because he often nicks you with his sharp fangs, grazing his teeth against your sodden pussy lips as he sticks his tongue in you as far as it can go. Oh, and it can go far. His tongue is thick and long, able to extend far beyond what should be possible and tickling your G-spot with ease. It’s taken him a long time of trial and error, but now he’s able to find it with unerring accuracy, driving you to your orgasm at a breathtaking pace. And when he eats you out, he always looks like he’s in bliss, looking like he can stay between your thighs for the rest of his life without complaint.
Hybrid light-angst featuring kitty!Hanzo and kitty!Genji. Enjoy
You settle to eat at a cafe. It’s a little overcast outside, but you choose to eat outside since you rather liked the weather. Besides, the tables all had umbrellas in case it started to rain. You didn’t get anything too spectacular. Just a classic sandwich to get by.
You turn away from your plate just for a moment. You wanted to grab your phone so you could watch something while you eat. Suddenly, you hear the loud clanking of your plate and look to see your food was gone. In the corner of your eye, you see a man, a hybrid man, running from the scene.
You immediately give chase, yelling at the thief to stop, but he only runs faster. It’s rather difficult for you to keep up.
You see the hybrid duck into an alleyway, but when you follow, you can’t see him. It’s dark and there are dozens of garbage cans littered around the area. It was awfully quiet as well, so you tread cautiously in case anything tries to jump you.
You notice movement behind a dumpster. Carefully, you creep up to the scene and see the hybrid man who had stolen your food. He picks up on your presence and looks over his shoulder to hiss at you— typical of a feline hybrid. Still, he does not attack. He looks almost fearful, actually. Now that you have a closer look, you see just how thin he really looked. Eyes sunken in, dressed in rags, he was a real mess. That wasn’t the end of it, though. You follow the hybrid’s extended arm and see he was holding the food out to another feline hybrid who appeared to be in an even worse condition. He was extremely malnourished, was covered in old and new wounds, even had a missing arm and a leg that appeared to be old injuries given the stumps were scarred over. Despite the food being held out for him, the weak hybrid did not eat. He just… stared out into space. You noticed his chest moving a bit as he breathed, so it was a relief to see he wasn’t already dead. It was also hard to tell given how poor of a state they were in, but you did notice that the two looked similar. You figure they must be related in some way,, and that would explain the stronger hybrid’s desire to put the other’s hunger over his own.
Well, now you felt like kind of an asshole getting angry over a stupid sandwich. The hybrid did what he had to, you think. The weaker one appeared to be near death, so his companion was doing whatever he could to save him. Now, you wanted to help as well.
You lower your guard and try to make yourself as least threatening as possible. You tell the hybrid you’d like to help and take his weak companion to get some much needed medical care, but the hybrid was still extremely wary. You mention he can come along and stand guard, and you promise he can take his friend (sibling?) if he doesn’t feel safe.
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You get the weak hybrid, whose name you learned to be Genji, to a nearby medical facility for immediate treatment. The other one, called Hanzo, is left with you so Genji could have a proper evaluation. Only when all the tests have been completed and treatment has been applied are you and Hanzo allowed to step in and stay with Genji.
He was mostly unconscious for everything, so after being given fluids from an IV drip and proper warmth, he starts to come to and is a bit jarred by the change in environment. Hanzo, on the other hand, is all too happy to see his brother (yes you confirmed they are brothers) beginning to respond again. Genji was given a bit of food to nibble on and as he converses with his brother, the nurse approaches you to make a point of how close a call this was. A few hours too late and Genji would have been dead from undernourishment and dehydration. He’d still need to be watched carefully for a few days, but you really did play a hand in saving him.
The issue now is finding the two of them a home. Genji was clearly too injured to live on his own, and letting them back out into the streets could lead to this happening again. The nurses were aware of how Hanzo treated you before, so he may not be completely socialized, which would be a problem in finding adopters.
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You’d come to visit the two hybrids day after day. Genji was doing far better each time you saw him, and even Hanzo was starting to gain weight from the hearty meals he was given. You were the only one the hybrids really relaxed around, besides around each other that is. The two always thanked you for your kindness, and Hanzo apologized for his thievery. He promised to pay you back some day. The two brothers were really starting to grow on you, so without telling them, you signed the adoption papers. You continued visiting them as Genji recovered until the day of their discharge came.
The two felines were at a loss for what was to come. They weren’t sure about being handed over to strangers, but after being so well taken care of, the streets didn’t sound very pleasant either. Then, you pulled up in your car.
You took the weary brothers in your arms and told them the good news. They were going home with you, and you were going to do everything in your power to give them a better life, starting with getting some prosthetics for Genji.
The hybrids couldn’t be any happier and eagerly hopped into your car to see their new home.
And to think this all happened because you decided to eat out one day. Fancy that.
YAYYYYYY!!! YOU DID IT!!1 Good story:) Good ending!
You know that one thing where, when you raise your arms, your shirt rides up and you can see a sliver of flesh between your waistband and the hem of your shirt? Or when, if you wear a skirt and raise your arms, the hem of your skirt rides up? Hanzo is weak for that. So so so weak.
He’ll try to resist staring at you but his attention will be glued to that little show of skin until you tug your shirt/skirt back down. Licks his lips and thinks about running his tongue over that peek of skin, tasting the clean scent of you and enjoying the softness of your belly. Maybe even trailing over to your hip and kissing your hip bone if you let him.
Oh shit, is he drooling? No. No, he’s not drooling, you’re mistaken. He quickly wipes his chin and stalks off, face flushed and body stiff as he runs away to drown in shame…and lustful thoughts.
a/n: here you go anon! i hope that these hc’s are okay and i’m very sorry for the delay in getting this out!
Hanzo:
After a long mission Hanzo had very much looked forward to just coming back and relaxing with his pregnant wife, but the moment he managed to lay down next to you. Hands coming to rest on your stomach is when his dragons started nipping at his hands and growling.
Hanzo was startled at first, then was amused by his spirit dragons actions. Noticing that they have made themselves a comfortable little nest on your warm baggy clothes.
You laughed as well, trying your best to sooth the dragons enough to let Hanzo doze off with his hand on your belly, but the dragons were having none of it.
Hissing and nipping is something Hanzo’s come to expect now whenever his spirit dragons are on your person. It’s after thanking them for protecting the unborn child, and with enough praise the dragons then allow him to place his hands on your belly.
Genji:
Genji’s amused to see that his dragon is just as taken with you as he is. The little nips, hissing and chitters coming from his dragon made Genji chuckle.
One single little move towards your belly with a wiggling finger and his dragon coiled itself to nip at his hand, acting as if it was a cat due to the way it’s acting.
The way Genji was picking on his dragon with the smallest of movements, while it guarded your belly as if it were a treasure trove made you laugh. Especially when the little dragon started nipping at Genji’s robotic fingers, the little chittering noises it made between nips was humorous.
After some time the little dragon relented, letting Genji touch your belly, but he was being watched every second while he had his hands on your belly.
The dragon most certainly didn’t appreciate the fact that it was pushed off so Genji could place a small little kiss on your stomach before the angry chitters started back up.
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