Tag: hanzo x reader

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.

Day 13 – Gags

This one wouldn’t stop, so I had to cut it off awkwardly, or it’d be a full fic. Gotta save some energy for tomorrow!

You did not appreciate being gagged. And with one of your own scarves, too. It was easy to forget that Hanzo was creative like that. Devilish, like his brother. He wore a faint smile as he left you there, but it was obnoxious enough to you.

You didn’t mind being tied to the chair. Arms bound behind you, and your ankles bound to the chair legs. It was not being able to speak your wants that frustrated you.

Genji started the sweet torture first. His cool fingers tickled up your sides. He traced invisible shapes from your middle to your chest with his fingertips, pointedly avoiding your breasts. Made them faintly ache to be touched, too. Then he left.

Jesse came by next. He stood with disinterest in his posture and on his face. He went through half a cigarillo, just admiring your needy expression from afar. Too far. His body was hot compared to Genji, and you needed the heat. He didn’t touch you. Oh, he touched himself, though. He put one boot on the chair next to your knee and jerked his thick cock in your face, not letting you touch. He watched you watch his hand, him pumping himself rough and fast, showing you what you weren’t getting. He wiped his cum off on you with one sloppy swipe on your stomach.

That pissed you off, and you glared and struggled. He chuckled, his eyes crinkling, and left, too.

Genji came back, this time with a vibrator. You watched him warily. He slipped it inside your cunt, which had begun to stain the chair with a small patch of slick. He held the vibrator against your front walls and turned it on to a high setting, making you jerk and arch. You rode the stimulation with rolling hips. The vibrator stopped just before you came.

You screamed behind the gag, trying to tear yourself from the constraints.

“You would not be here in this predicament if you weren’t such a brat,” Genji told you.

He left the toy you inside you and took the remote with him.

“They never clean up after themselves,” came Hanzo’s clear, deep voice ten minutes later.

He cleaned you up gently, wiping off the dried cum with a warm, wet cloth. He removed the toy from your cunt, noting your needy expression as he did so. Your cunt clutched at nothing.

Hanzo wasn’t going to be the one who was going to take pity on you. He did cut the rope binding your ankles to the chair. He lifted your open legs to sit under you. He reached between you to pull his pants down to reveal his cock. Your cunt flexed again at where this was going.

Hanzo bounced you on his cock without mercy, your head thrown back and your legs flailing the entire time. Hanzo was chasing his own end without regard to yours. Genji may have used a toy on you, but Hanzo was using you as his toy. He put his hand to your throat. Not to choke, he just liked to hold you to his lap. He gritted his teeth and grunted, driving into you with short thrusts. As soon as your legs stiffened at his sides, he sped up just a bit more. A crescendo of moans, and he came, a powerful spurt of his cum shooting up into you.

He left you limp and spent. Hanzo didn’t clean you up, because he loved to see the evidence of his claim on you drooling out of your punished cunt onto the chair.

“Let me add to that,” Jesse purred, the words announcing his return.

You eyed him from beneath your sweaty hair on your forehead. You were tired but wired all the same. Your lower belly ached so badly for release.

Jesse didn’t free you from the chair like you were hoping.

“Warm me up a bit, please,” he said, holding his half-hard cock in one hand.

With the other, he made space between your lips and the gag to slip it in. You sealed your mouth around it. He drew his hips back and then thrust in slowly, considerately.

“So tight…that I think I might just…”

Jesse changed his mind on fucking your properly and fucked your face instead. He held your head in place with a gentle grip on your hair and used your mouth. Drool leaked all over your chin. He panted above you.

“Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah,” he chanted softly.

He pulled out at the last second to let his cum land between your legs, on top of Hanzo’s mess. Some of it dripped down your clit, making you whine pathetically. No one would let you cum!

The three of them watched you dozing. They stood in the next room with your back to them.

“What did you do to her?” Genji asked.

“Nothing you would not have done,” Hanzo said.

Genji laughed. It was true.

“Go make her beg you to stop,” said Jesse.

“Will do,” said Genji.

Genji walked into the room, removing his crotch plate. His synthetic cock revealed itself. You were going to get to cum, alright. You were going to cum until you wanted to beg Genji to stop, but he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t hear you behind the gag.

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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. 

Day 7 – Praise Kink

A continuation of this. I’m gonna finish it sometime in the future.

Genji rested his open hand on your stomach. Your skin had long since heated the small parts that made his hand. He was also heated from within. His rut burned hot at his core. A finger on his other hand explored inside you, swirling and stretching at your entrance.

“You’re a good kitty; a good boy.”

Hanzo growled and nipped at your earlobe.

“Both of you,” you amended.

You relaxed your legs open further for Genji and pulled Hanzo closer. He bit harder on the downy-soft flesh of your ear. Genji bit his lip at the sight of your delicious pussy and his cock begging to be inside it. His tail curled impatiently at his side. Hanzo’s hand explored down your naked side and up over your stomach.

“My pretty boys,” you said, pausing to kiss Hanzo on the forehead. “My strong boys.”

The blown look in Hanzo’s dark eyes almost had you rolling over and shoving his cock in your cunt. But Genji was going first. He came to the room first.

“Your fingers feel great, Genji,” you sighed, as he added a second.

Your slick walls relaxed around his pumping fingers, desiring something thicker. Hanzo engulfed as much of one of your breasts in his large hand to squeeze. Genji flicked his thumb at your clit tentatively.

“That’s good, Baby.”

Your praise encouraged Genji to press his thumb on your clit instead of flick. You let Genji work up to bucking your hips.

“I knew you remembered how to do this. Such a skillful boy.”

A small smile joined Genji’s hazy, brown eyes. Your encouraging words brought out the confidence that having cybernetics had stripped away. He had been waiting for someone to say it was okay, to give permission. Hanzo needed less permission. You saying the word, and he was putting firm, needy hands on you. He currently pinched and flicked your nipple between his finger and thumb. He also purred, sucking at your neck.

Genji tickled the swollen node inside you.

“Are you ready, Master?”

Day 6 – Sadism/Masochism

“You sure that doesn’t hurt?” you ask Reinhardt.

“Of course it hurts!”

He continued to hobble awkwardly past you and go about his business.

“Mistress?” Hanzo called. He was bent over, standing in the kitchen doorway. “How much sugar did you want in your coffee, again?”

“A lot,” you called back.

Hanzo turned around to go also hobble into the kitchen. The large bell attached to his thick, leather collar jingle as he shuffled his feet. It was comical, how he kept his chin high in pride, despite his curved back.

Both of your slaves were wearing their humblers. Both were butt-naked and wearing their favourite collars. Sometimes, these proud men got into a competition. They thought they were being subtle, pretending the extreme discomfort was nothing. They weren’t. It was delightfully amusing, so you lounged on the couch, watching them clean and make you food.

Reinhardt shuffled past again, sweeping the floor as he could with his massive ballsack stretched and tucked behind his upper thighs.

“You sure?” you asked again.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Before he got too far, you swung low, slapping his scrotum. He gave an “Oof,” but stubbornly kept sweeping.

Alright, then.

Hanzo hobbled over to bring you your coffee, his bell bouncing prettily. He placed on the mug on the side table.

“Hanzo. Stir my coffee some more, please,” you said, before he could turn around to leave.

Hanzo squared his shoulders. Then he stuck his pointer finger into the scalding-hot coffee. He stirs it around in a slow circle, and a bead of sweat rolled down his temple.

“Thank you, Babe,” you said, signalling him to stop.

The two silly men were still silently insisting that they were fine, even after many more drive-by slaps from you to make sure. They even endured several clothespins decorating their wrinkly skin. Come bedtime, you had them kneel next to the bed and took the humblers off them. One of them demurely suggested that he could sleep in one, and that started the other chiming in, claiming he could, too.

You weren’t having it. You said the next one to utter another word wouldn’t get to cum for a month.

Day 4 – Crying

You adopted the two cat hybrids as brothers. The staff at the shelter hesitated at that but agreed with you when you made the decision.

Genji took an instant liking to your home, excited to be adopted. The only issue he had was trying to climb everything to find all the good hiding spots and perches. He also required regular trips to the prosthetics professionals who specialized in cybernetics. He was a special needs boy.

His brother, Hanzo, preferred to lounge in your lap and watch Genji warily. He wasted no time asking to be groomed, or he groomed himself when you weren’t around. He was polite when he asked for grooming tools, but it was clear he was also going to require a fair amount of time and attention.

A week later, another issue cropped up. You saw why the shelter staff hesitated.

Hanzo was grooming himself, as usual, and putting his hair into a man bun. It had to be just so. Sleek. No stray hairs sticking out. Genji attempted to help by using his rough tongue, perfecting for slicking down hair, to help groom his brother. Hanzo pushed him away and hissed. Genji brushed it off and came to headbutt you as a request for laptime. He was heavy, with all his metal parts, but you let him settle there, nonetheless.

Genji kept trying to groom Hanzo. To cuddle him. To even just lay near his brother and purr. Hanzo got up and left to another room in the house each time.

You were wracking your brain, trying to figure out a solution for this, for these two hybrids you didn’t know very well. Then their behaviour changed.

They hid more often. You thought, well cats just hide, so perhaps they’ll come out. Then they didn’t sleep with you on the bed. Normally, they slept on either side of you. Occasionally elsewhere; it was really up to them. Their absence had begun to worry you when you a yowl woke you in the middle of the night.

You got up immediately to check on your kitties, to make sure it wasn’t them. Sadly, you found Genji curled up in a ray of moonlight, trembling. You knelt down next to him.

“Hey, Baby?” you asked gently, touching his side to get him to roll over and show you his belly. If his body was causing him pain, you wanted to know.

He curled tighter, whimpering. A low growl sounded from elsewhere in the room.

“Hanzo?” you asked, lifting your head to look around.

He didn’t answer, so you turned your attention back to Genji. After some coaxing, he uncurled to reveal what he’d been protecting.

He had, in his fist, his fully erect cock. His stroked it tentatively, his visor turned away from you, refusing to meet your eyes.

Ahh.

You closed your hand around his cool, cybernetic fingers, urging him to stroke harder. His grabbed your wrist.

“You don’t have to,” he said.

You took your hand away for now.

You found Hanzo elsewhere, also hunched over a large tent in his pants, his needy cock beneath. He seethed, stubbornly refusing to touch it.

You tried to talk him down.

“Hey. Hanzo. You’re in a rut.”

He nodded. Okay, you were getting somewhere.

“You need to take care of it, don’t you?”

He shook his head furiously, shut his eyes, and pressed his face into the carpet. You sat down on the floor some distance between them, trying to figure out again what you were supposed to do. They were refusing your help, and you hoped it wasn’t because they thought you were going to take them back to the shelter just for getting their ruts at the same time. You had a pair of prideful boys on your hands.

A loud sob shook Hanzo’s body. His tail flailed unhappily behind him.

“Okay, here’s what I’m going to do,” you announced to them. “I’m going back to bed. I’m going to be naked and willing. If you want help taking care of your problem, come join me.”

You only had to wait a few minutes before your boys showed up to climb into bed.

They started out rutting against each thigh, sorely needing that first orgasm to clear their minds and get some relief. They started round two by fussing over who got to enter you first.

“Behave,” you warned. “or you both can get out.”

You were stuffed with, and covered in, their cum before the night was over. You left them in the bed the next morning, the two of them snuggled up to sleep in.