Every suckle of Hanzo’s warm, wet mouth seems like a direct line through the core of your body into your clit. Not only the pleasure but the sheer amount of it that both you and your Anija would end up gathering from this is… unexpected.
Found on your bed -sulking- because Hanzo can’t ever let you be late to anything (particularly if it involves him) without investigation. Hanzo had what he called a simple solution, and when you had reluctantly unbuttoned your blouse, tugged your bra down, and Hanzo dutifully latched on to relieve some of the pressure that was causing his little sister to be so teary, it was, at first, merely something that needed to be in done in order for you to feel better.
They throbbed with a dull ache, painful to the point of tears. Swollen, heavy, and so tender to the touch. It was a rather embarrassing thing to have to admit, but if you’ve got to count on one brother to be mature, it’d be Hanzo. Even the expensive fabric of your bra made you wince as you pulled it away from your breasts. A few droplets of milk leaked from each nipple, rolling down your belly. Hanzo gathered the liquid with his thumb, tested the taste.
“Sweet,” he said with an approving hum.
At first, he was stiff, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Leaning across your lap, one hand planted firmly on the mattress the other palm down against the wall just next to your head. It wasn’t long ‘til he just… melted into your lap. Fell right into a natural rhythm. His arm wrapped around your waist, lightly stroking your back, the other clutching the fabric of your shirt.
a/n: i slept in hella late today and missed hanging out with my folks, but luckily nobody is upset with me (bless) so here’s some goofy pickup lines I could see the OW boys using on their S/O.
and since there’s so many amazing boys in ow i’ve slapped this under a read more so you wouldn’t have to scroll for ten years. also please note that mccree has three text related things for his that is due to me almost passing up the greatest of chances to use one of the most cheesy one’s i could legit see him telling his s/o.
Thank you so much for your support it means a whole lot to me. I hope you enjoy this piece.
•Hanzo has never really met anyone’s parents that was handled by his father.
•So he’s pretty nervous, so nervous in fact he looks up everything there is to know about your parents.
•Hanzo just really wants to impress them for your sake.
•He doesn’t want to lose you if the don’t approve.
•At the meeting he’s shaking you expected him to be calm and collected as always.
•You have to reassure him a lot before he calms down. He just so in his mind about the entire situation.
•Tell his that he’s important to you that’s why you want him to meet your parents.
•Once he calms down he’s so kind to the both of them. Now that he knows you’re still going to be with him if they don’t approve (which is totally unlikely cause it’s Hanzo.)
(2/2) Now I can’t help but think of sis!reader’s dragon restraining Hanzo while she plays with him. Pegging, handjobs or whatever. 👀 ~Demial
Okay, first of all, just before we move on to the nasty stuff. I really love the HC of sister!reader’s dragon going and bullying her brothers into saying that they’re sorry whenever they get on her nerves or piss her off. Those are some funny shenanigans. Genji waking up in the middle of the night, very annoyed and upset like “Not again! What did I do this time!” Like he doesn’t know! (Maybe he’s so full of himself that he really doesn’t?)
But anyway, moving on. Hanzo laying in his bed, face down and pinned, talking to sister!reader’s dragon, “If you think this is going to get you what you want you are sorely mistaken.” “You will have to try harder than that.” Being a jackass in hopes that she’ll come and confront him about it. Like sister!reader is asleep but she’s restlessly asleep ‘til the dragon gets what she wants. Maybe she has to get out of bed and go to Hanzo’s room, pins him down, demands that he apologize, thinking she’s gonna get thrown off immediately. Not only does he not throw her off but he says “make me” and he’s erect. She’s just like, oh.
HELL…YES
I love the imagine of sister!reader’s dragon wrapped around Hanzo like living bondage. So tightly that he’s only able to twitch from whatever stimulation he’s receiving. One day, Genji drops by, sees the situation, and makes a mental note to behave more often…
Yandere/Dark!Shimada Brothers x Sister!Reader: Reunion
Warnings for non-con and physical abuse.
Blood floods your ears, coursing fast through your veins. Adrenaline pumping, your legs feeling both heavy and itchy for the flight. It can’t be… it just can’t be.
“The world could always use more heroes,” Genji says sarcastically. Chuckling darkly, sitting on your kitchen counter in a casual manner. A leg kicked up, arm thrown over his knee. Having just asked you if you’d like to join Overwatch; as if he has ever given you a choice.
This can’t be happening. You were free. Free! Genji’s supposed to be dead, and even if you have harsh feelings for Hanzo just has deep-seated as you do for Genji, you did have him to thank for your escape from the hell they were putting you through. Years and years of manipulation, being forced upon. Never lived without a pair of watchful eyes. Walked on eggshells, sometimes downright were afraid for your life.
I am a huge sucker for this trope, 10/10 will write more. This is a Hanzo x reader request btw!!
It was a dry cough, the kind you get when you yell too loud or don’t drink water for a long time, and it sounded like the beginnings of a cold so you thought nothing of it until your teammates noticed it too. “Oi, Y/N, that’s a nasty cough ya got there, luv. Have ya seen Angela about it?”
“Not yet, I’m sure it’s just a cold, it’ll go away in a few days.” Lena nods, unconvinced, as she looks at the other members of the table. A few Overwatch agents with silverware poised over their dishes, watching you intently. “I’m fine, I promise.”
And dinner resumes, no one calling attention to your frequent coughing fits, your throat clearing, or you need to excuse yourself before you’re even half finished with your meal. You remember Captain Amari mentioning something about gargling warm salt water but you can’t remember the context it helps in, no matter, you’re already dumping a tablespoon into a full glass and stirring it in tight circles. It’s a little too hot but you suck it up, feeling it sting against your raw throat as you tilt your head back and open your mouth. You feel silly at first but when you’ve released all your air and spit into the sink you feel nothing, you understand nothing except for the wilted petal in the sink and the pinkish water swirling down the drain. The glass clatters into the steel basin and you jerk violently away from the counter, hitting your hip on the island and collapsing on the ground, hands curled tight in your hair. You’d tried so hard to hate him, to at least not be obsessed with the way his fingers curl around his bowstring, the way his jaw clenches in concentration, how his face moves when he speaks.
The coughing gets so intense that you can’t see for a moment, your stomach muscles clenching as your body doubles over, hands covering your mouth as saliva drips from your palms. Pulling away, you see blood splattered on your skin too, smearing in the web between your fingers. Fuck. This is bullshit, you won’t let him see you like this, you won’t let anyone see you like this. But your chest feels heavy as you attempt to think logically for a moment, weigh your options and ponder the consequences. Death or lose the ability to love? Existence or living? Fuck!
And this isn’t something people simply bring up in conversation, “hey, I love you so much I’m dying.” Nope, not going to happen. The pressure and expectation that gets put onto the object of interest is completely unfair, absolutely and completely absurd. No one ends up happy when the situation boils down the that, more often than not people end up dead. It wasn’t fair. You won’t do that to him. You cough again, your cheeks puffing out from the escaping air your lungs as you drag your knees to your straining chest. You spit on the concrete floor and wince as you feel something slide against your cheek, using your tongue to slide the object out of your mouth you spit it out too. Another petal.
Part of you wants to go see Angela and figure out just how far gone you are, just how bad it is. But no one is going to know, you’ve decided that already, there’s no changing that. You’ll shred every petal, scrub every drop of blood, avoid everything that reminds you of him and you’ll live. For how long, you obviously can’t tell. But you won’t hurt anyone else, you can handle this on your own, no matter how long it takes or what the end result is.
And dinner resumes, no one calling attention to your frequent coughing fits, your throat clearing, or your need to excuse yourself before you’re even half finished with your meal. You remember Captain Amari mentioning something about gargling warm salt water but you can’t remember the context it helps in, no matter, you’re already dumping a table spoon into a full glass and stirring it in tight circles. It’s a little too hot but you suck it up, feeling it sting against your raw throat as you tilt your head back and open your mouth. You feel silly at first but when you’ve released all your air and spit into the sink you feel nothing, you understand nothing except for the wilted petal in the sink and the pinkish water swirling down the drain. The glass clatters into the steel basin and you jerk violently away from the counter, hitting your hip on the island and collapsing on the ground, hands curled tight in your hair. You’d tried so hard to hate him, to at least not be obsessed with the way his fingers curl around his bow string, the way his jaw clenches in concentration, how his face moves when he speaks.
The coughing gets so intense that you can’t see for a moment, your stomach muscles clenching as your body doubles over, hands covering your mouth as saliva drips from your palms. Pulling away, you see blood splattered on your skin too, smearing in the web between your fingers. Fuck. This is bullshit, you won’t let him see you like this, you won’t let anyone see you like this. But your chest feels heavy as you attempt to think logically for a moment, weigh your options and ponder the consequences. Death or lose the ability to love? Existence or living? Fuck!
Listen, are you gonna make me cry? Am I gonna cry from this? I bet i will. And I cannot wait.
McCree x Reader, Genji x Reader, Hanzo x Reader (separate)
McCree
You sat at your desk, taping your pencil on the open notebook laid out in front of you. Yes, it was quite old fashioned to be using pencil and paper to write and sketch out ideas, but it always helped to express the way you wanted things.
You had been up late into the night, lead dragging across paper as you focused on your work; your tongue poking out of your mouth in concentration. You hadn’t bothered to glance at the clock, finding no particular need to as the dark night sky could be seen through a window.
“This doesn’t look right…” You mumbled to yourself, eyes scanning over the strokes, tilting your head to the side, your lip between your teeth.
“Darlin’,” The oh-so-familiar southern accent filled your ears, pulling you away from your work, “What are ya doin’ up?”
“Huh?” You spun around in your chair, facing the male who stood behind you — or now in front — dressed in his pajamas.
He leaned against the doorway, letting out a soft yawn, his sleepy eyes catching yours.
“I was just finishing up somethings,” You began nodding your head to your work, “I was gonna be heading off once I finished.”
Jesse pouted his bottom lip before stepping in, taking hold of your wrist, lifting your hand to meet his lips. You blushed at the gesture, eyes widened as you hesitantly pulled away.
“Ya need to take better of yaself, Darlin’. I know ya wanna finish yer project, but sleep is more important.” He said, a displeased tone hinting in his words.
You sighed, slowly nodding your head, “Fine, but let me finish this real quick and I promise I’ll head off to bed, okay?” You tried to make a deal.
Jesse stayed quiet, “Okay. Then off to bed with ya.” He mumbled.
You smiled softly, “Goodnight.” You stood up, wrapping your arms around him in a hug, the male soon returning one.
“Goodnight, Darlin’.” He tiredly spoke, hooking his finger under your chin and lifting your head up, connecting his lips to yours.
You felt butterflies dance around in you stomach — having never kissed Jesse before. Your cheeks heated up significantly more than when he placed his lips on the back of your hand. You kissed him back before pulling away, being met with a sleepy grin from Jesse.
“Goodnight.”
Genji
You shot awake, heart racing and covered in sweat. You held your hand to your chest, gasping for air as you tried to calm your beating heart.
‘Another nightmare.’ You thought, groaning as you sat up.
It all seemed so real; being in a battle with Talon, your comrades beside you until they all began to perish, falling at the feet of Talon soldiers. Your boyfriend, Genji, had protected you, shielding you from the rain of bullets that came down on you, violently yelling at you to run before he too crumbled to the ground.
You rubbed your eyes, tears caressing your skin. The thought of losing everyone, losing Genji, was painful. The dream had driven you to tears; imagining the people you loved and cared for had died in battle with the enemy.
Slowly, you peeled back your blankets, shivering as your heated skin came in contact with the cool air. You shuffled around in the dark, stepping into your slippers before leaving your room, hearing the door shut behind you.
You made your way to Genji’s quarters, always being comforted with his presence — especially at a time like this. You gave a small knock on his door, careful not to wake anyone that could be up. You waited for a few minutes, rubbing the back of your arm.
The door before you opened, revealing the cyborg. His faceplate was gone, leaving his captivating, ambers eyes and scar-littered skin vulnerable under your eyes.
“Another one?” Was all he said, receiving a nod from you, “Come here.” He murmured, arms wide for a hug.
You took it, your arms coming up to wrap around his middle, your face in the crook of neck.
“That bad?” He asked, his hand stroking the back of your head, fingers tangling in a few locks of your hair.
You nodded again, squeezing him tighter as your mind flashed the image of him dying, wrenching your heart.
“Want to talk about it?”
You paused before shaking your head no, “Not right now.”
He could tell you were shaken up, particularly used to you showing up at his door at night after a nightmare. Your quivers bottom lip, trembling shoulders and tear-stained cheeks were enough to tell him.
“Then let’s get inside.” He said, guiding you to his bed.
You laid down, doing your ritual — whenever you came into his room after the nightmares — kicking your slippers off and crawling under the covers, pulling Genji down to lay beside you.
You both stayed together in silence for a few moments; nothing awkward, it was just you both basking in each other’s company. His arms were around you, holding you close to his body, chin resting on top of your head.
“Thank you.” You mumbled softly.
“No need to thank me. I’m glad to do this.” He said, his thumb gliding over your shoulder.
You looked up into his eyes, immediately noticing the affection they held before leaning in, pressing your lips to his. Genji automatically melted in, a first surprised by your sudden confidence to kiss him, but that was soon washed away.
The kiss was sweet; holding many unsaid words behind it, expressing how you both felt.
You both pulled away, eyes heavy lidded before moving in closer; no space between your bodies. Your head returned to the base of his neck, tangling your legs with his before slowly drifting off to sleep, knowing full well the nightmares wouldn’t touch you while in Genji’s arms.
Hanzo
Today Hanzo was set to travel back to Hanamura on a mission. It was said that their was Talon movement sighted there and there was a need for stealth.
The Shimada brothers had volunteered themselves without hesitation; it was once there home, no matter how many dark memories took place there.
You bit your lip at the news, hearing your boyfriend and his brother were to be leaving in the next few hours to come. You hadn’t seen him all day, knowing he was currently preparing for his departure. Everyone knew how this mission could turn for the worse; Talon capturing the brothers and try to draw information out of them using different methods.
You were scared. Not at the thought of them giving away information on Overwatch, knowing full neither of them would ever speak no matter how agonizing the forms of torture were. No, you were scared of Hanzo falling at the feet of a low Talon soldier. You were scared of losing him.
You paced back and forth, your nails becoming shorter and shorter as time inched by, your teeth taking away bits as your mind reeled different scenarios in your head — each one of them negative and making your heart rate pick up.
You had faith that they would come back unharmed, but you still feared for their safety; no other teammates to rely on and no backup to arrive when things got hairy — it would just be Genji and Hanzo.
You heard the call over the speakers, Athena announcing the amount of time until the brothers’ departure.
‘Only 5 minutes.’ You repeated to yourself, making your way to where the boys currently loaded their ship with supplies.
You caught sight of Hanzo, his hair tied back with a deep blue ribbon you had gifted him a few weeks after your first date. Your heart fluttered as he looked up to see you, a smile toying at the corner of his lips.
Other Overwatch agents had join with you, saying their ‘farewell’s and ‘good luck’s to the two males. Time ticked by and soon it was time for the two to leave.
Hanzo stood before you, hand cupping your cheek as his thumb glided against your cheekbone, “I will come back to you.” He said, gazing into your eyes, his voice low enough for his words to only reach you.
“Promise?” You placed your hand on the back of his, leaning into his gentle touch.
“I promise.” He nodded before pulling away.
You had wanted to hug him, tell him you loved him, but, knowing the male, he’d most likely give you a grunt, reminding you that he was not a fan of displaying affection in front of others.
He whispered a ‘goodbye’ to you before turning his back, making his way to the ship.
You reached out and took hold of his forearm, stopping him in his tracks. Your fellow agents glanced over at you two in utter confusion; why had you stopped him?
“What is it?” Hanzo asked.
You blushed before gathering the courage to tug him toward you, colliding your lips into his. You shut your eyes savoring the sensation of his lips pressed to yours; Hanzo’s eyes widened in shock. A few people whistled at your actions.
You pulled away from him before he had the chance to think of kissing back, “Stay safe.”
“I will.” He murmured before taking the lead and pulling you into a short kiss, his face lit aflame from the boiling embarrassment that began to churn in his stomach as he board the ship, leaving you to deal with your own flushed cheeks.
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