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wickedlittleoz · 2 years ago

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It's Valentine's Day and suddenly it seems like everyone in the team has someone to spend the special day with. Even from breakfast Hanzo finds himself mostly alone, one or two couples sitting in faraway tables because they have other plans than breakfast in bed.

It's not always that he aches with loneliness – he always knew this life wasn't meant for love – but days like these make him think of the what-ifs.

What if he'd married one of the many nice ladies Sojiro had tried to set him up with? What if he'd settled down, nice and proper like he should? What if he hadn't given in to his feelings for his younger brother, ultimately setting him off on this path where father is dead and the clan is gone and Genji is...

Well.

He gives a curt nod to Reinhardt and Ana as they stroll past, arms linked, former lovers reunited, and for a brief moment he envies what they have. How easy and simple it is for them to fall back into their love. How no one thinks it strange.

But his former love shouldn't have been, to begin with, and so it can never be again.

The sun is blinding as it washes over the Gibraltar coast, but he likes how grounding it is. The heat licks over his skin like a caress from the gentle hands of Mother Earth. He kneels down on the rocks, willing his thoughts to quietness, and takes a long deep breath.

Suddenly some very specific kind of anxiety spreads over his heart. A flutter in his chest that he recognizes immediately, the response to a certain presence.

Before he can even open his eyes, however, Genji's new voice greets him with a delighted chuckle. "Am I interrupting?" He asks though he must know well enough that he could never. That Hanzo would drop anything for him, anytime.

"Not off to a date with Doctor Ziegler?" Hanzo asks, training his voice to hide the jealousy. Since he got here it's been very clear that the angelic doctor and his brother have a history, one with lots of feelings, and he–

He doesn't have the right to be jealous, given that she saved Genji's life when he tried to end it. But he's only human. Flawed. Broken.

Genji, however, is settling down next to him, something hidden in his hands that Hanzo doesn't pay much attention to because his heart is far too miserable today.

"Angela has other plans, I think," he says simply, leaving Hanzo to wonder what else she could favor when Genji is right here. "I was wondering if you'd like to spend the day together. We rarely have time to catch up these days."

He's right about that. The work has been incessant and even if often they're sent together to a mission, they both take it far too seriously to take gossip breaks.

However, the proposition here has nothing to do with work or estranged brothers closing the distance of time. They too have history and theirs too is full of feelings.

Plus, he doesn't want to step in the middle of whatever Genji and Mercy have going on, and more than anything, he doesn't want to risk ruining this hard earned peace, like they did to their childhood.

His voice is strained when he starts, "Genji–"

But his brother cuts in, as if he'd already expected the resistance and prepared for it, "It doesn't have to mean anything, Hanzo. We're brothers. Can't we talk?"

And they both know very well that's not how things work with them, never was, yet Hanzo has to agree, never quite learned how to say no to Genji – it's why he's here with Overwatch in the first place. He softens, shoulders sagging forward with a sigh.

If Genji notices the war waging in Hanzo's mind, he doesn't say, just hums in approval and rearranges himself so he's fully facing his brother.

"So," he starts and the playful tone sets off an alarm in Hanzo's brain. "You asked about Angela. My turn: where's Cole?"

At which Hanzo just rolls his eyes and Genji laughs and laughs. And he thinks that he could drown in the sound for all eternity...

"I got you something," Genji says, syrupy warmth in that sometimes weird voice.

Hanzo looks down at him, resting back against his chest. The twilight hour paints the coast in magentas and sparkles in the water; a most gorgeous sight, but Hanzo's eyes are locked in Genji's face, freely exposed for now. The scars that once upon a lifetime ago he put there.

"I thought you said today didn't have to mean anything," Hanzo murmurs.

With a soft grin, Genji reaches for one of his hands and squeezes a little wrapper inside. It's the whatever he's been hiding all day. Hanzo tugs at one of the flaps, holds it out until Genji gets the clue to help. Together they twist it open so it produces a little dragon-shaped chocolate bite.

He thinks he sees the faintest blush spread over Genji's nose when he says, "I, uh, made it myself. Found the mold online, but they only had tiny ones. It's good chocolate, though."

He wishes he had the willpower to control the beats of his heart, to calm it down. It's only chocolate, it's actually kind of childish–it's sweet and it's the loveliest thing anyone has ever handmade for him.

(And is he making it up or is Genji's heart also beating a little faster?)

His fingers might or might not be shaking when he guides the sweet to Genji's lips, who nips at the dragon's tail. His brother then pushes off his chest to take the chocolate from his hand and feed him the remaining piece.

For a moment Genji's thumb lingers over Hanzo's mouth, hesitating. Should he, could he. But a second later the hand falls, and Hanzo deflates with disappointment.

True to his words, the candy does taste good, expensive. Hanzo sucks on it and it quickly melts on his tongue, coating his mouth with the rich flavor.

Genji's eyes are still trained on his lips; he tries not to notice, but it becomes impossible when finally he closes the gap for a kiss.

It's everything and anything, his whole world reduced to this moment when at last they're one again – so different from the kids they used to be the last time, yet still at their cores, the same.

It's Valentine's Day and suddenly it seems that Hanzo's heart has at long last remembered how to love.

#genzo #shimadacest #hanzo shimada #genji shimada #hanzo x genji #hanzo/genji #my fics #valentine's day #this was super last minute we don't celebrate lover's day here till june so i always forget feb14 #anyway i hope it puts a smile in yalls faces!!!#overwatch

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frozenbound · 1 year ago

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Hello!!! Hope you are well. I’ve been enjoying reading your Shimadacest collection series and wanted to do a request!!! Could you do one with Genji/Cole. Cole and Hanzo are freshly married and hanzo takes him the to their estate. Introduces him to his family. There Genji offers to give Cole a tour. While Hanzo and his dad talk. Cole and Genji are in the other side of the estate where no one will hear them. Having hardcore primal sex all over the place. Marathoning in different rooms. Living rooms, balcony’s etc with lots of dirty talk without the other two knowing.

Again, love your work!!! Keep it up!!! 💖💖💖

Thanks so much for the request!! I love the idea of Cole "falling off the wagon" almost immediately, but it also took a little finagling to get him to agree, LOOOL, so this one's a little bit longer and more plot-heavy. I hope that's all right!

Thanks again so much for the request! Newlywed Cole cheating with Genji, coming right up under the Read More!

TW: cheating, infidelity

Cole whistled softly when Shimada Castle came into view. “Ho lee shit,” he breathed, looking through the car window as it started to make its way up the hillside, the lofty and beautiful lines of the fortress drawing his eye higher and higher. “Pictures don’t do it any justice, darling.”

“No,” Hanzo agreed with a smile as he watched his new husband’s face. “It must be seen to be truly appreciated.”

Cole squeezed Hanzo’s hand for what was probably the hundredth time since they had gotten into the car. Since the wedding they had only let go of each other maybe, oh, a dozen times or so, and only when absolutely necessary, which was quite the feat considering they had already completed the first half of their honeymoon, a perfect fourteen days spent on pristine beaches and lounging in the shade of palm trees and outdoor bars while completely lost in each other, the most picturesque way to complete their nuptials that Cole could ever have imagined.

Now it was time for the second half of their honeymoon…though whether it would even count as part of it was up for debate.

Technically, they were visiting Hanzo’s father and brother as a way to celebrate their wedding and to welcome Cole into the family.

Realistically, though, as Hanzo had mournfully informed Cole months ago when they had made their engagement public, this was an excuse for Hanzo’s father to try once again to re-engage Hanzo in the family business and, failing that, to at least pick his brain for ideas and advice.

There was a certain amount of pride that someone as intelligent and influential as Shimada Sojiro thought so highly of Hanzo, but unfortunately he tended to be somewhat…monopolizing.

If, if they agreed to visit, Hanzo had told Cole all those months ago, then Cole probably wouldn’t see Hanzo except at breakfast and dinner. No matter how much Hanzo insisted, Sojiro would fill up his time with business meetings and conferences and briefings that would keep Hanzo occupied literally from the crack of dawn until long after sunset.

It was Cole who had insisted they go anyway. This was simply Sojiro’s way of interacting and connecting with his eldest child, and Hanzo couldn’t hide the fact that he enjoyed the time he spent with his father…in small-enough doses. Hanzo had moved to the other side of the planet to be sure of those small doses, far enough away that even someone of Sojiro’s stature couldn’t dictate Hanzo’s every move, allowing father and son to continue building their empire together without completely suffocating Hanzo, and allowing Hanzo to socialize in a way that hadn’t been possible while he had been growing up and educated in Japan. If he hadn't moved away, he might never have even found himself a charming, handsome husband.

But it was clear from Sojiro's frequent calls and letters and emails that he missed his eldest son.

Going back for what would, for Hanzo, amount to two weeks of non-stop work wasn’t the way either Hanzo or Cole would have chosen to mark the occasion of their wedding with Hanzo’s side of the family, but that was simply Sojiro’s way and nothing would change that.

And despite it all, Hanzo was excited that Cole would be free to experience and explore his new husband’s old stomping grounds, and he wouldn’t even have to do it alone: Hanzo’s younger brother would be his personal tour guide.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was a small price to pay.

As their chauffeur…their chauffeur, and wasn’t that a sign of how far Cole had married up? As their chauffeur gently drove the hover car through the castle gates and came to a stop in front of…more castle gates…and got out and opened the door for the newlyweds to step out, Cole took in a breath of cherry blossoms and squeezed Hanzo’s hand. “Beautiful,” he said with a smile. “And the trees and the castle don’t look half bad, neither.”

Hanzo rolled his eyes but smiled back. “It takes one to know one,” he said with a knowing look that bordered on leering, and Cole’s heart swelled with both affection and pride; he’d half-expected Hanzo to clam up and turn into a frigid, stressed-out prune not unlike what he’d been when they first met, but it seemed that with Cole at his side, nothing could touch the good humor that had always been lurking below the surface, waiting for someone handsome and tall and charming to draw it out.

Cole was so relieved that he nearly leaned down and kissed Hanzo, and then pressed him down to the ground, and then tore open his shirt, and began licking his way down his chest right there.

But no, they weren’t on private tropical beaches anymore.

So Cole would just have to tear his eyes away from the stunningly attractive face of his husband and will away his erection…

…for the next two weeks.

That was the only really unfair part of this trip; Hanzo was sure to be exhausted from both fending off his father’s attempts to get him to “come home” that both he and Cole had been sure he wouldn’t be up for anything the least bit sexual until they flew home.

It was unfair that their honeymoon would ironically result in their longest stretch of celibacy since they’d met, but that was precisely why there’d been a “part one”: that had been the time to fuck each other silly, in an attempt to drain themselves so completely of all carnal desire that it would take the full two weeks for it to build up again.

Unfortunately, for Cole at least, the effect had been exactly the opposite.

It had taken all his strength not to roll up the partition between them and the chauffeur in the car and blow Hanzo right there and then in the backseat.

It was taking everything he had not to whisk Hanzo through the door of what looked like a garden shed and lay him down on the ground and sit on his dick.

It was taking all he had to will away the hard and pulsing and, to his increasingly paranoid mind, completely obvious bulge in his trousers as they followed the chauffeur through the gardens to the main entrance of the castle.

But, obvious or not, Cole had to forget about his erection when his new father-in-law came striding out to meet them.

“Hanzo!” he called out, smiling wide.

Cole swallowed.

Shimada Sojiro was a gray-haired near-copy of his husband, with a fuller beard and darker eyes, but no less broad, no less attractive, and no less magnetic and charismatic.

Fuck, but there were some unholy thoughts going through Cole’s mind as father and son first bowed formally to each other, then walked forward and embraced.

“Father,” Hanzo said with genuine affection, “it’s good to see you in person.”

“Likewise,” Sojiro said, beaming as stunningly as Hanzo always did. “It’s been far too long since I chased you away…but look who you found!” he said with no sign whatsoever of disapproval as he turned towards Cole. “An actual, honest-to-goodness, and unfairly attractive cowboy! So you’re the man who’s stolen my son's heart and kept him away from home,” he said without a trace of malice, his eyes sparkling.

“Uh, yes sir,” Cole said, a little thrown. “That’d be me, sir. Can’t say that I’m sorry, though, begging your pardon.”

“Oh, I’m not, either,” Sojiro said warmly, taking Cole’s hand and shaking it warmly. “Do you know what I call you? My fifty-billion-dollar son-in-law. That’s how much Hanzo’s bringing in from the North American market, and who knows if he would’ve stayed over there long enough to make the necessary connections without such a good-looking boyfriend…husband!...to keep him there.”

Cole inwardly shook his head. This was his father-in-law, and nothing was going to change that.

“Speaking of which,” Sojiro continued, letting go of Cole’s hand and looking back at Hanzo, “I wanted to discuss the direction of our Canadian subsidiary with you.”

Hanzo and Cole exchanged a knowing look. Not even one foot in the door and Sojiro was bringing up business, as they had predicted. “Alright, Father,” Hanzo replied, turning halfway. “We can start discussing it on the way to the office.”

“Oh no,” came the surprising reply. “I’m taking off two weeks from the office. Not as long as you two are here.”

Hanzo’s eyebrows rose up in surprise.

“We can talk with everyone there just as easily from my home office.”

And his eyebrows lowered again with a bit of self-directed chagrin, though Cole had been equally taken in by the sudden and wild hope that Sojiro had miraculously learned to keep family and work separate…but that was clearly not the case as Sojiro took Hanzo by the shoulder and started shepherding him inside, saying, “I brought all the files we need, and I’m sure Haneda can bring over anything more we need while we talk about opening a new regional office in Montreal to take the pressure off of the Toronto branch so they can focus on…”

“Hi. I’m Genji.”

Cole started as another hand landed on his shoulder and he turned to see Hanzo’s brother.

Jesus H. Christ, he thought distantly.

The castle wasn’t the only one that looked much better in person.

“Hey there,” Cole said, inwardly shrieking at his sudden breathlessness. Summoning some propriety, he smiled and said, “Nice to meet you in the flesh at long last, Genji. I’m Cole.”

“Likewise,” Genji said, and Cole felt a tremor run through him when he registered the definite…purring…undertone of his words. “Hey, Hanzo!” Genji called over to the retreating backs of Hanzo and Sojiro as they headed for a stairway.

Hanzo looked over his shoulder and his expression brightened. “Genji!” he called back. “Good to see you! I’m sure Father will let us talk more in a little while.”

“Without a doubt!” Genji said, laughing. “I’ll take care of your husband in the meantime!”

“Please, and thank you!” was all Hanzo managed to say before he and his father disappeared up the stairs.

“You’ll have to forgive Dad,” Genji said, shaking his head with a smile. “Once he gets into business-mode, nothing can stop him.”

“I already have,” Cole said boldly, but still looking after Hanzo and feeling a bit wistful at this early demonstration of how the next two weeks would go. “Wouldn’t have come unless I had.”

“How magnanimous of you,” Genji said with a lopsided smile…as his eyes traveled up and down Cole’s figure. “Come on. Let me give you a quick tour. I’m sure Haneda has already taken care of your luggage.”

Genji flung an arm over Cole’s shoulders and tugged him into a brisk walk.

Cole swallowed.

Hanzo’s brother was…

Very warm as he pressed against his side.

And very hard with muscle.

And very handsome as Cole kept glancing at his profile so close alongside his own.

And Cole was very hard.

It seemed that Shimada men were apparently just able to press the button of Cole’s arousal effortlessly.

Genji was speaking, Cole realized, and he tried to refocus his thoughts to pay some actual attention to the words coming out of that pretty, shapely mouth.

“...will tell you the entire history of this place, but I sure can’t,” Genji was saying with another laugh. “I think most of the stuff here is three hundred plus years old, but don’t quote me on that. Over here, though, is probably the best part of the castle: the main balcony that overlooks the city and Mt. Fuji, right through here.”

They walked through a doorway onto a “balcony” that was the size of a small house, and the cityscape of Hanamura surrounding the snowbound peak of Mt. Fuji in the middle-distance was simply astounding. Cole felt his mouth drop open at the sight as Genji led him up to the railing as he took it all in.

“Pretty good, right?” Genji asked with immense self-satisfaction, as though he himself had prepared it all. “This is where I take all my conquests. Doesn’t matter what time of day it is; everyone likes to be fucked while taking in this incredible view.”

Cole blinked.

Genji was pressing himself more firmly to his side and…and he had…turned somewhat.

To press his hardness against Cole’s hip. Just a little.

While looking up at Cole’s face with a shameless grin.

Cole swallowed.

“I’m…Hanzo’s…”

“You’re not going to even see Hanzo for two weeks, I guarantee it,” Genji said baldly, tilting his hips forward slightly to rub his erection against Cole. “So, while he’s busy, we can get busy.”

Cole, to his horror and immense arousal, licked his lips and managed to choke out, “D…did Hanzo…ask you…”

Genji burst out laughing. “Of course not!” he all but howled, doubling over as far as he could without taking his arm off Cole’s shoulders. “Of course not! But I’m here, and he’s not, so I’m offering. And you,” he said, cutting off his laughter and speaking in a sly tone, “are clearly interested.”

He was addressing Cole’s own erection, bulging prominently in his trousers, much too close to Genji’s face for comfort as he almost literally hung off Cole’s shoulders.

Cole licked his lips again.

This had to be a trick, a test of loyalty of some kind. Hanzo had been blunt when describing Genji��s character, so Cole had been expecting a certain level of shamelessness from the Shimada’s resident playboy, left to pursue his every wanton desire while his father and brother ran the family empire, but this was…Genji couldn’t be this wanton. He had to be testing Cole, and if Cole acquiesced, Genji would run to his brother and tell him that he’d married a disloyal horndog who couldn’t even stop himself from sleeping with his brother-in-law during their honeymoon.

“I swear,” Genji whispered, and Cole could hear him lick his own lips, “I swear, on my life, that this will stay between us, my dear brother-in-law. This isn’t the only time I've wanted a taste of someone else's feast. I swear that this will never reach Hanzo, or Father, and anyone, anyone at all, as long as I live, if you just give me a little, just a little taste of you.”

Cole wavered.

Hanzo had said Genji was a playboy…but Hanzo also said he trusted Genji with his life.

Genji had stumbled across Hanzo and their father’s right-hand man, a little dalliance between two hardworking, lonely men, but Genji hadn’t told a soul about it…and, even more meaningfully to Hanzo, as he’d recounted to Cole years later when they’d been sharing secrets with each other, Genji hadn’t even teased him about it once Hanzo made it clear that it was a sore and delicate subject.

Genji could apparently keep his mouth shut when it counted.

And if…and if Hanzo never knew…and if Genji knew that…

“I’m never gonna choose you over him,” Cole rasped, his cock twitching. “If it’s ever you or him, it’ll be him.”

“Clearly,” Genji replied, glancing up. “But if you can have me and him…”

“But if it ever comes down to it,” Cole said, with an edge to his voice.

“Oh, I see,” Genji said, and while he was clearly amused, he looked serious, too, as he straightened up and put a hand over his heart. “I swear, cowboy, I won’t catch any feelings. This is a fuckbuddies situation at the very most. I’ll never ask to spend the night, I’ll never ask for a goodbye kiss, and I’ll always let you go home to your husband. I swear.”

And Cole really, truly felt that Genji’s word was good.

So he swallowed and softly said, “Alright.”

And that’s how he found himself sitting down on the wooden floor, leaning back on his hands, his legs sprawled in front of him with his trousers around his ankles, overlooking the city of Hanamura in the bright sunshine while his new brother-in-law slurped on his dick.

Fuck, Cole thought dizzily as he stared at Genji’s red lips sliding up and down on his shaft. He was not expecting this part of his honeymoon to turn out this way.

Hanzo was precise and thorough and loved to savor Cole’s dick and body, raking his hands and fingers through the forest of Cole’s body hair; Genji was speedier, hungrier, and sloppier and focused slowly on the cock between his lips, his own spit trickling down his chin as he popped and sucked loudly. Cole found himself wishing he’d slow down a little as his balls drew up in his sac and his breathing quickened as he felt his cum boiling up, but man, the fact that his brother-in-law wanted his jizz and wanted it now was a major, major turn-on that almost made up for Hanzo’s slow, patient, and comprehensive approach…but Cole did find himself brushing his own hand over his chest and pinching at his nipples in a simulacrum of what Hanzo would have done.

But he had to admit…

…it was nice to get a…a…

…a different strategy. A different point-of-view.

A different mouth, Cole admitted to himself as he pinched down hard on his nipple and threw his head back.

“Mmm,” Genji sighed as cum flooded into his mouth. “Mmm. Mmm…”

Cole shuddered under the vibrations echoing through his body and the lighting arcing along his nerves as he unloaded into his husband’s brother’s hot, wet mouth.

“Cole? Genji?” called Hanzo. “Are you out here?”

Hanzo stepped out onto the balcony, looked around and smiled. “There you are! Genji, it’s so good to see you!”

“Brother!” Genji answered with a wide smile as he jogged forward with his arms wide, and the brothers embraced, with Genji’s momentum turning Hanzo all the way around one hundred and eighty degrees…

…which gave Cole the opportunity to zip up his fly.

Hanzo’s voice had reached them with just enough time for both men to scramble to their feet and for Genji to pull up Cole’s trousers and button them closed with instantaneous, well-practiced moves, but even he hadn’t had time for that last detail.

Cole’s heart was hammering and adrenaline surging through his veins…

…but then Hanzo released Genji and turned around and smiled at him, Cole surprised himself with how naturally he smiled back and walked up to his husband and tucked a hand around his waist. “There you are, darling,” he drawled, looking down at him. “Tell me you’ve been released.”

“No such luck,” Hanzo replied, shaking his head regretfully, “but Father suddenly realized he didn’t let me say hello to Genji, so he sent me down to do so. Hello, Genji.”

“Hello, brother,” Genji replied impishly. “How long did he give us to talk in-person for the first time in six years? Two minutes? Three?”

"Five,” Hanzo said, rolling his eyes with feeling. “He’s getting through to the CFO, and apparently he knows down to the second how long that’ll take, so five minutes. How are you, Genji? You look well.”

“I’m doing great, as always,” Genji said with a grin. “I’d be better if I wasn’t babysitting some cowboy you dragged in with you. My favorite bar has got a two-for-one special tonight.”

“Which one?” Hanzo asked, and then said with Genji, word-for-word, “All of them.”

Genji cackled, leaning onto his brother’s shoulder. “Oh, brother,” he sighed, “it’s been too long. When do you think Dad will let us talk again?”

“Not before dinner.”

“Predictable. You know, if we go down into the basement because I was ‘showing Cole the wine cellar’,” Genji said with finger quotes, “there will be no signal and we could probably stretch that five minutes into…”

Hanzo’s phone chirped.

“Fuck,” Genji said in a flat tone, and Hanzo and Cole chuckled at his thwarted expression as Hanzo fished his phone out of his pocket and answered it on speaker.

“Hanzo, I’ve gotten through to Kimura,” came Sojiro’s voice. “She has the latest figures. Come and take a look at them.”

“Right away, Father,” Hanzo said obediently and ended the call. “It’s wonderful to see you, Genji. We’ll talk more at dinner.”

“Can’t wait, brother!”

“Me, either. Take good care of my husband while I’m gone,” Hanzo said as he stood on tiptoe and brushed his lips against Cole’s.

“I will if you stop making me witness my own brother’s PDAs,” Genji shot back with a theatrical gag.

Hanzo laughed and, his hand lingering in Cole’s until he stepped out of range, walked back inside the castle, waving as he went.

Cole and Genji stood there together for a few moment, watching the door, before Cole sagged forward, his hands on his knees and his head hanging down.

“Jesus christ,” he muttered, his eyes screwed tightly closed. “Fuck. Goddamn.”

“You did good, cowboy,” Genji said, sounding impressed. “You got a poker face made for Monaco.”

“Apparently,” Cole said with a haggard sigh. “Didn’t know it until just now though.”

Genji laughed as he patted Cole on the back.

Cole’s cock twitched.

Cole’s eyes narrowed as he eyed his own crotch, full and swollen and, even leaking, his underwear wet against his skin.

Now that the shock of nearly getting caught was passing…

…he was horny. Unbelievably horny.

He looked up at Genji.

“Where,” he said in a low voice, “did you say that wine cellar was?”

A part of him, a small part of him, was hoping a cool and dark place might dampen the heat in his blood.

That was before Genji, with a wink, took a yoga mat out of an out-of-the-way closet and unrolled it on the floor and took a bottle of lube out of his pocket.

Cole had the pleasure of surprising him, though, when he pushed Genji down on his back and stradded him, hunched over, with slippery fingers probing between his cheeks and into his entrance, their eyes locked together, before Cole slowly squatted and let Genji’s dick, so similar to Hanzo’s in length and girth, poke up against his loose, wet hole before sinking into Cole’s fiery heat.

Hanzo liked it when Cole rode him.

Genji looked frustrated that he had to take what Cole gave and nothing more, and Cole grinned, pleased to have the upper hand as he slowly rode Genji’s cock up and down. “Wait,” he crooned when Genji tried to impatiently thrust up into him, “Wait, wait. Just a little longer. Just a little bit longer. I like having your cock up my ass, y’know. Let me enjoy it, really enjoy, just a little bit longer.”

It took a lot longer before Cole was ready to let a nearly-murderous Genji finally cum.

The way Genji’s eyes rolled back and his hands clutched at Cole’s hips and his breath caught in his throat while his mouth lolled open and slack made Cole think that he would be forgiven fairly quickly, though.

He was.

Later that night, when Hanzo and Sojiro reappeared for a delicious dinner, Genji couldn’t sing Cole’s praises more if he tried.

“I like him a lot, brother,” he declared between shoveling mouthfuls of food. “He’s funny, he’s bold, he’s smart. You picked a good one.”

“Thank you,” said Hanzo drily, though with a pleased look. “I’m glad you approve. Shall I bring another cowboy or two with me the next time to see if they can tie you down at last?”

“Let them try! Nobody is ever gonna tie this free spirit down!” Genji boasted, a sentiment that did Cole’s heart some real good.

“Do you know any more cowboys?” Genji asked later that evening. Hanzo and Sojiro had gone back to business despite the late hour, so Genji had led Cole to a bench in the gardens sheltered by the castle’s eaves and cherry blossoms, a refreshingly cool spot in the night air, and was now sitting in Cole’s lap, their erections flush together, with both Cole and Genji stroking up and down.

“Sure do,” Cole hummed distractedly, panting at the feel of Genji’s soft, smooth hand, so different from Hanzo’s. “Don’t think they can afford to come out here, though. You’ll have to come out and visit us sometime.”

“How about next month?” Genji said unexpectedly as he quickened the pace.

“Wh…why so…why so soon?” Cole breathed as he felt himself approach the edge.

Genji gave him a wicked look. “Didn’t know there was anything worth my time out there until now,” he said with a glint in his eye.

Cole rolled his, then gasped as his cock erupted, sending a jet of semen flying straight into the air before it fell back onto their hands. Then he groaned as Genji, his wicked look unabating, used it as impromptu lube as he chased his own completion, sending bolts of overstimulation through Cole until he finally came as well, breathing hard and shivered as his own spunk covered his face.

The rest of the honeymoon passed quickly.

Hanzo was kept as busy and as occupied by his father as he’d predicted, but Cole never found himself getting bored. Genji was as much of a sex fiend as his brother, and soon Cole really had had a tour of the entire castle: Genji bent him over in the dojo, the family baths, and the former guard barracks, he bent Genji over in the dining room, the top-floor watchpost, and the kitchen in the middle of the night when a particularly difficult piece of business kept Hanzo and Sojiro in the office until four in the morning, and they sucked each other off in a plethora of hallways, secluded outdoor spots, closets, and, most daringly of all, in Sojiro’s home office, with Cole seated in his father-in-law’s chair, combing his fingers through Genji’s hair as he crouched under the desk with Cole’s cock in his mouth.

Sojiro had broken his word and taken Hanzo into the office down in the city; this was Cole’s revenge.

Though, Cole thought charitably as he guided Genji to go slower, just a little slower, his father-in-law was so affable and obviously proud of Hanzo and so accepting of Cole’s entry into the family that revenge was probably not the best word. This was Cole’s…protest. There, that was a better term, Cole thought wryly just before his mind blanked out and he blasted another full load of semen down his brother-in-law’s throat.

Later that evening, as though Sojiro knew about Cole’s protest…though certainly not the manner that he expressed it…he surprised everyone at dinner, even making Hanzo’s jaw drop open, by declaring that he owed Hanzo and Cole one free day while they were home (and the way he said “home” so firmly while looking at Cole and smiling made Cole’s heart swell with affection towards his new father-in-law), and that Hanzo and Cole were free to do whatever they wished for the entire next day, which was their last before they left.

Cole and Hanzo didn’t truly believe him; the next morning they woke up in the guest room, embracing as usual, and got up and cleaned up and dressed and went down to breakfast fully expecting that some crucial business would require Hanzo’s personal attention…

…but Sojiro finished eating, wiped his mouth, stood up and warmly said, “Enjoy your day, boys,” and made to exit the room.

It gave Cole a little rush of pleasure that he managed to recover and pick his jaw off the floor before Hanzo did and blurt out, “Now hang on, Mr. Shimada. How about you join me and Hanzo for a walk into town this afternoon after lunch? We’d be mighty glad of your company.”

Sojiro paused, clearly surprised, and said, slowly, “If…if I wouldn’t be intruding…”

“Of course not, Father,” Hanzo said, shooting an affectionate look at Cole before looking back at Sojiro. “It would be a pleasure if you joined us.”

Sojiro opened his mouth, closed it, then ventured, “After my one o’clock meeting? About two-thirty?”

“We’ll be there,” Cole said with a smile.

Genji flashed a thumbs up from across the table, but Cole only had eyes for how Hanzo was practically glowing.

When they finished breakfast, Hanzo took his hand and led Cassidy straight back to the guest room.

“You,” he growled playfully as he pushed Cole onto the sheets and prowled after him, tugging his trousers down and then lifting his legs, “are the perfect husband.”

“Aw, shucks,” Cole preened, playing up his self-satisfaction, “But I thought I had the perfect husband. He always rims me and opens me up and fucks me so good, after all.”

Hanzo chuckled and dived into the sheltered valley between Cole’s legs, making Cole jolt and suck in a sharp breath.

Genji was good, he thought through a haze of pleasure, but nobody knew him, nobody could undo him, nobody could make him cum faster than…

“H-Hanzo!” Cole gasped, shuddering and quaking as he came all over himself, thick globs of jizz even splashing across his beard and cheek from the sheer force of his orgasm driven out of him by Hanzo’s clever tongue against his asshole.

Hanzo looked up, looking smug, and Cole grinned down at him.

Oh, yes. He had definitely married into the right family.

#yeehan #spuriken #hanzo shimada #cole shimada #genji shimada #sojiro shimada #requests #my stories

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theshimadaslovers · 2 years ago

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My Hero (Memories); The Lady, part 4

*On the next day you are the first one to wake up. You couldn't sleep very well, still thinking about why Genji told her later that day that she could not see Hanzo yet… Maybe, he's mad at her because of the…towel accident? You changed putting a extra layer of clothes, it was pretty cold this morning, the sun did not rise yet and that makes you a little worry with your sleepy. Trying to remember where was the bathroom, walking through the palace, you started to hear someone practicing archery…Of course you knew who was it. Following the sound, you find Hanzo on the garden of the palace, praticing...as always.*

Hanzo- Dammit... *He look at his arrow that was starting to brake again, he sigh and look forward looking tired, take a deep breath and close his eyes*

You- *Stood there for a moment, hided*

Hanzo- *Suddenly he turns around and get scared with you* Lady...?! What are you doing here?

You- I ask you the same, sir...

Hanzo- *sighs* Look...just go back to bed, ok?

You- I can't.

Hanzo- And why is that?

You- I...I want know if you're angry with me, sir.

Hanzo- *take a deep breath changing his usual posture with you* Does it matter for you?

You- What…? Actually, yes, I want to say sorry. *you feel kind shocked*

Hanzo- There's no need. *Just pass trought you*

You- Sir, you look tired, maybe you want something to eat and try to sleep, I-

Hanzo- No, I don't want it, thank you. *stop walking*

You- ... *Suspicious* Right. Maybe...a shower?

Hanzo- Stop *he looked serious at you*

You- What...?

Hanzo- Stop pretending that you know me better than myself. Stop taking care of me like you know me.

You- What happened, sir...? Why are you treating me like this? *feeling offended this time* I'm just...trying to do a favor.

Hanzo- Because...! *take a deep breath* Since yesterday you're making me crazy! And we just met!

You- *looked away* That's not true, actually...

Hanzo- What?

You- Well, I'll try to sleep...if is that what you wish, master. *bow to him and get out of there kind upset*

Hanzo- *stares you until you disappear inside the palace* That's not...true?

*In the morning; Shimada family breakfast*

Sojiro- Hanzo, how you and Lady is doing?

Hanzo- Mm...fine, I guess.

Sojiro- Fine? *laughs* After I saw you wearing only a towel in her presence, you think I'm gonna believe that is just "fine"? *giggles*

Hanzo- But...what do you mean, father?

Sojiro- By the way, where is Genji? *look at the other Ladies* Still sleeping? Well... his lost. So, Hanzo, look, I think you're a little confused right now and..

Hanzo- I'm already confused since the day she arrived. Why she's only my private Lady? Why she take care of me? Why you like her so much?!

Sojiro- Hey, lower your voice, young man... *serious vibe*

Hanzo- I apologize, sir... but you and her are reacting to this so normal.... Is like if...!

Sojiro- Like you knew each other before?

Hanzo- Yes, you're are treating us like that. *suspicious* What is happening, father?

Sojiro- Is sad that you don't remember her, Hanzo. *sighs* You saved her years ago.

Hanzo- Me?! What...?! I saved her?

Sojiro- The girl in the market, you were a kid, boy...your brother wasn't born. You found her lost, bring it to me and she stayed here for a while, then she got adopt by a old couple. You cried when she left Kanesaka. *laugh* She knock the door a few weeks ago and I recognized her, she wanted to return the favors for you.

Hanzo- *paralyzed* Wait...Father, I don't remember nothing.

Sojiro- I know, is weird, is confusing, is out of your reality *smirk* But she came back for you, Hanzo. You mother loved her and so do you.

Hanzo- Me? Loved? Why you didn't told me before?

Sojiro- *laughs* You wouldn't remember her anyway and...She's your first love affair.

Hanzo- My...?! *blush*

Genji-*open the door immediately scaring everyone* That all make total sense! Hanzo! I was right! *sits beside him* You have a crush on heeer~ *hugging his arm making a tiny voice* That's why you guys have such a great energy exchange! Awwww~

Hanzo- No! I don't love her! Stop hugging! *blushing*

Sojiro- You can make your own conclusions, son *sighs* Is a long story to remember. When you remembered, things will make sense.

Hanzo- I...if that really happened, why I can't remember nothing?

Sojiro- *take a deep breath and look at him* After she left Kanesaka, like I said, you cried...and you missed her a lot. Your mother tried to help you, but you always said "bring her back". I think that was a traumatic situation for you.

Hanzo- *Starts to think* I cried...Mm.

Genji- Hey, you didn't became stupid with her, did you?

Hanzo- I...! *look at Genji feeling nervous* I actually said something not really nice...she mentioned something, that just wanted go make favors and said that is not the first time we met.

Sojiro- Yeah...She insisted in work with us, but I didn't know what job give to her. I created The Ladies because of it and...your mother told me, before she died, to bring that girl back to you. She never saw you that way, like the day she left Kanesaka. You're were always so strong and serious, my son, even being just a little kid. When she saw you crying for that little girl that you get so , she went shocked.

Genji- Brother...*look at him shocked* I don't what the fuck you said to her, but you go now apologize!

Hanzo- I just...! *look at Sojiro* Father!

Sojiro- Is your choice, Hanzo... remember or not. *drink his tea and Genji suddenly left the room* And finish your breakfast. And I know, son, is hard...everything happened in one or two days, is too much for you head, but I didn't really have a choice. I had to put both together somehow.

*Outside the palace, at a small lake; You sit there and take off the cloth having a deep breath*

You- *poke the water, you focus on your reflection looking at the scar on your left cheek and lips*

Genji- Lady?

You- Aw shit...! *whisper and put the cloth back* Genji?! *Stands up and looked at him surprised* Wha-what are you doing here?

Genji- Being nice and clear... *get closer* Now I know your story with my brother. Is that all true? The girl in the market?

You- *look at him for a few seconds before try to speak something* Well...! Yeah...it is true.

Genji- All that mess make sense now *smiles*

You- But he don't remember me.

Genji- He will...he has to remember you. He saved you! But...what is your story, anyway? When did you became the girl in the market for him?

You- *You sat again by the lake and he do the same* 4 years old, I lost my parents in a boat accident, very unlucky... they were celebrating their birthday, they born very close to each other, same month, same year. *smiles* The boat suddenly sinks and the rescue did not find them.

Genji- You were staying with someone?

You- The neighbor, but she hated kids, so... It was hard. I don't have family here, so...they make me stay for a week in the neighbour's house, almost killed me once. I ran away and tried to live on the streets. An orphan. In this world? Not a surprise.

Genji- You went to this market for what?

You- Food and water. To steal, of course. When Hanzo found me, I think I was 8 years old. I can tell the story later.

Genji- Sure, I'll be glad to know how my brother saved you. *smiles*

You- Yeah... *smirk* He did saved me.

Continue...

#overwatch #she/her #genji #hanzo #overwatch fanfiction #hanzo x you #genji x reader #hanzo x reader #hanzo shimada #genji shimada

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So if I understand right, the level they showed where they fought through the Rio level backwards and then got transported to an Omnic ship is still a thing but the mode where you could select any hero and fight alongside other players against bots with the ability to level up your character (which I remember being a Route 66 level) are what's gone?

Yeah I think there's still going to be PvE missions, they just won't be a in a big long campaign lore-bomb and it's more like they're going to be used to used to beef up seasonal events in the Battlepass, maybe with the "archives" seasonal event making a comeback to make older PvE missions available. I imagined that playing through the campaign would also be somewhat limited with regard to the lore vs. playable heroes (Kind of like how current PvE missions do have an 'all heroes' mode but there aren't a million interactions like with the 'canon' characters of those PvE missions). Like I figured that was a given because it's just not that practical given that Overwatch has over 30 characters in its cast and some are going to be in Villain (Likely multiple NPC) roles. I don't know about the bots leveling thing, but yeah the skill tree is definitely dead.

God remember the fucking bait that was calling one of Hanzo's prospective abilities "Sojiro's Guidance?" Played both the lore junkies and the Hanzo stans like a goddamn fiddle.

#overwatch 2

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austerulous · 2 years ago

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Just a basic note to say that my Hanzo is, in fact, fitted with lower leg cybernetic prosthetics. This isn’t Blizzard canon, but who tf cares? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

To give a general gist:

Hanzo was born with Charcot-Marie-Tooth disease, or something similar. Basically, a hereditary condition characterised by high arches in the feet, instability in the ankles, and an inverted bottle shape to the lower legs, among other things.

As the firstborn son of Sojiro, the one who would succeed his father and inherit the Shimada empire, it was imperative that he appeared strong and physically able. Hanzo was coached to hide his disability as far as he was able. He opted for discreet, lightweight callipers that could be worn under his clothes, and attended his physiotherapy sessions religiously.

Meditation was one way he learned to acknowledge the pain and exhaustion associated with the disease. Kyūdō – archery – was also an escape, as it was a skill that could be honed without needless stress on his suffering joints (thank you @vaqro for this detail ♡).

It wasn’t until after Sojiro died, after the attempted murder of Genji, after Hanzo’s desertion of the syndicate, that he found himself standing in a cybernetics clinic. Tired of hidden pain, now looking for work as a mercenary, and perhaps influenced by a certain curiosity – after all, his own brother lived on as a cyborg – he made the choice to have his lower legs amputated from just below the knee. The surgery was performed in Kyoto and was as successful as could be hoped for.

It is no accident that his prosthetics can pass for armoured footwear – this was very much a conscious design choice. Even now, Hanzo is intensely private about his condition, and still feels a deeply ingrained need to appear strong, complete. As he is in the habit of bathing daily, he will use this time to remove, clean and reattach his prosthetics in privacy. Sometimes he takes them off to sleep, but only when he is alone, and able to lock himself away.

Hanzo’s disease is progressive and can, in its later stages, begin to affect the hands and arms. When he whittles, writes, or draws his bow, he is always looking out for signs of its spread.

#i'm considering moving hanzo to secondary muse status #if i do that i'll finalise and expand on these details #but this is how it stands for now #◈ — headcanon; hanzo #cw: amputation #cw: degenerative illness

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is it just me or does kirikos age make no sense. lore wise? surely she seems closer to genjis age at least. she leans a lot more towards hanzo so about a 20 year age gap?? idk just striked as a tad bit strange to me

Alright so you want to know something fun not only does her age gap with the Shimada brothers not make sense but her age itself breaks her own lore-

So in her bio it states that she was 12 when the Sojiro Shimada was assassinated;

Here's the thing, Moira at the very least had to be hired into Blackwatch 12 years ago if they are keeping the timeline the same and keeping the events of Retribution placing a year before uprising. From what we see in Retribution and the information we have on Moira she at the very least would have been hired a year before Retribution, and we know from her Origin we know that Genji was a part of Blackwatch before Moira. Meaning at the very least Genji would have joined Blackwatch 12 years ago, also meaning at the very least Sojiro died 12 years ago.

Which means Kiriko should be 24, at the bare minimum.

And that's if they keep the timeline the same, if they put Uprising and Retribution on the same year that would still make Kiriko 23.

So year the writers fucked up fucked up with her age. Honestly I think the people who came up with the ages are different from the people who write the lore, or at least the people who made Kiriko 21 and Sojourn 47. I really hope they change the ages because it's such an easy fix. Even if they make her older the 24 it would still make sense because we don't have a canonical time frame of when Genji joined Blackwatch.

All of what I said about the timeline is an estimated guess, and it's also the extreme of the minimum amount of time that Genji would have been with Overwatch/Blackwatch. So when looking at Kiriko's age timeline wise, realistically she can't be younger then 23 or older then 28 (I'm not good at math and it early morning rn so that could be wrong). We know that Genji joined Blackwatch in his 20's, the most common consensus being that Genji joined when he was 22-24, putting Kiriko at 24-27 if the timeline hasn't changed.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch lore #overwatch headcanons #analysis #kiriko ow #kiriko kamori #kiriko yamagami #kiriko #genji shimada #genji ow #genji overwatch #genji

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dawnthefox24 · 7 months ago

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Okay...Okay I had just had a thought for MW Hanzo. So we all know OW Sojiro died right? Okay so as I was thinking about this, I thought to myself that okay maybe Sojiro is alive but then of course something else popped in my head.

What if MW Hanzo killed MW Sojiro...I know sounds very far fetched actually but listen. Maybe MW Hanzo didn't have a choice or rather had an option since I think the Hashimoto clan or the elders convinced him to do so. (But then again I do think Hanzo killed the elders by back stabbing them)

As for MW Genji I was thinking that MW Hanzo would have "tried" to kill him like the same way OW Hanzo did. But maybe instead of him doing that it could have been the Hashimoto clan "killing Genji" instead and not Hanzo. I think the Hashimoto clan gave Hanzo a choice either obey them and join them or else Genji will be killed.

Of course Hanzo doesn't do so and they "kill" Genji, but they give Hanzo another chance to prove that his loyalty to them as they probably ordered him to kill MW Sojiro and if he doesn't Kiriko would be next.( I think they forced Hanzo to watch the death of his brother, dark I know and some how broke his psyche) So he does so by killing MW Sojiro and joined the Hashimoto clan with Kiriko, I also think he doesn't know that Genji is alive. They also some how broke Hanzo psyche which I'm still trying to figure that out(Hint with his emote of him bathing himself like a cat)

But this is really far fetched, but it's very interesting if you think about it. Then again it's just my 2 cents on the matter

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shouga-nai · 1 year ago

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『元二』 Two beginnings ~ 💮

October 28th, 2041.

It's the time of year when the leaves have changed colors as the air grows cold. This date marks the day the Shimada clan gained a new future heir. A healthy baby boy, bright and full of promise.

However, upon his birth, his mother fell gravely ill. A weakened heart muscle, so the doctors said. She showed no sign of recovering, until a couple of weeks shy of her second son's first birthday, she succumbed.

⎯⎯⎯⎯

His first birthday was somber.

He could hardly remember her. Can't be helped since he was so young then, but often imagined what it would be like to have her around. If life would have been any different.

Was it his fault that his mother was gone..?

Perhaps some members of the clan thought so. Whatever the case may be, their disdain towards the younger scion was hardly ever kept a secret. Tension only rose as he grew older. Independent. Defiant. More perceptive than he might've let on. He knew how they felt about him.

'Bird of ill omen.'

Fortunately, the feeling was mutual. Had it not been for his brother and father, he likely would've left on his own.

One fateful day, however, the shield that was his father's doting hand shattered. Upon the untimely death of Shimada Sojiro, Hanzo - his older brother - was all the family he had left.

And even then...

⎯⎯⎯⎯

Stripped of wings, the sparrow tumbled. While given a second chance at life by the merciful hands of Overwatch, it still wasn't enough to free him from the invisible chains that were keeping him down. Only upon receiving enlightenment at the mountains of Nepal could he bring himself to speak his name with true pride.

Genji.

To soar, to heal, to find peace. All it took were simply two beginnings.

#headcanon || genji

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cybernightart · 1 year ago

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OK AU IDEA!

Very rushed I'm just writing this down because I came up with this 30 minutes ago and I have not thought it out very well and I'm too lazy to really double check my writing so probably a lot of grammatical errors in spelling errors or something I don't know lol

We know from one voice line from retribution between Genji and Reyes that talon tried to partner with the shimada clan but sojiro declined as they're view didnt aline.

Well what if he had agreed?

So Genji and Hanzo were raised in talon made to be not only shimada assassins but talon operative assassins so they were somehow even more brutal and inhumane than the shimada clan already was.

How Genji would end up joining OverWatch would be during an OverWatch mission to break into a talon base something goes wrong and one of them (Cass or Angela probably) can't make it back to the dropship or they're trapped or something, and genji knowing if talon finds out what he did they would kill him decides against his better judgment and decides to help the OverWatch agent he has no idea who they are.

And once he gets the agent back to the dropship Reagan's turns to him and offers him a place in OverWatch because he knows fine well talon/the shimada are going to have him killed for betraying them, and genji agrees. And eventually when they get back to base and after Reyes has finished convincing Morrison, once they start filling out his medical paperwork and a whole bunch of other stuff Reyes finds out that Genji is a cyborg.

And instead of becoming a cyborg once he was in OverWatch because his brother tried to kill him like normal, since he and Hanzo were raised in an even more violent and bloodthirsty environment they would often be made by each other and whoever lost would be punished either through extensive additional training, have something taken away that's the basic necessity, and eventually after those punishments weren't working and Genji was still losing to Hanzo, they started to replace parts. (Think like nebula and gamora from guardians of the galaxy) and since doomfist's family owns a cybernetics company it isn't too much of a stretch that they would have someone who could replace parts.

And the reason they were so easy with allowing an ex-talon operative to join OverWatch was because Baptiste had already joined at this point, and was the medic of black watch (moira is already gone at this point, they realized she didn't exactly have normal limits a lot faster). So they offered Genji a role in black watch alongside Cassidy, Baptiste, and sombra (because I want her to be here too). Since Genji already was wearing a mask when they met him, they didn't take it as very much of a surprise when he requested that his new black watch attire be armor and the helmet and you couldn't see his face or even eyes, they willingly obliged especially considering they allowed Cassidy to dress like a cowboy they couldn't exactly say no to the cyborg ninja to allow him to dress like a cyborg ninja, so his armor was made and it looks like his current armor but black watch color palette and instead of his normal hoodie and joggers he has black watch attire and looks more like he's on a black ops strike team. This black watch strike team would train alongside the OverWatch strike team and everyone even a lot of the black watch members at first the longest time thought Genji was an omnic because he never took off his armor in front of people except for Cassidy because they were roommates and Genji didn't sleep in the armor. The other black watch members found out a lot faster than the OverWatch team obviously from being around each other more but none of them ever talked about the fact Genji was actually a human so everyone still just assumed outside of black watch he was an omnic.

Also Genji's cybernetics look more along the lines of sojourns, where you can tell their cybernetics but they look more human than pure robotic. Also since he never went through a Playboy phase he starts off as more cold, aggressive, and quiet. But eventually when he starts warming up to everyone and learns that you can actually be a nice person and not constantly have to worry about someone trying to murder you or having to murder someone else he eventually shows off his more warm bubbly caring side to his personality.

Hanzo in this AU is still a part of talon but he is very internally conflicted because she does care about his brother in a weird way because even though he knows he calls them a lot of pain he still does care about him, and the fact he knows he calls him a lot of pain and creates a lot of inner turmoil in him that he is trying to push down but it's getting near a breaking point. And he is slowly becoming more and more uncertain of Talon's actions, with the final breaking point being when he almost kills his own brother during another OverWatch mission a couple years later and the shock of both realizing that his brother is alive, is on the other side, and that he almost killed him freaks him out to the point that he ends up running away from talon on his own. Not to join OverWatch at least not immediately he goes about by himself for a while trying to figure out reality and get a grip on what things are actually like because he is no idea because both of them had been brainwashed so much to the point they had no concept of what the real world is like.

Also probably kiriko would be a part of talon too as one of the assassins, and is probably the last of the three to leave because she has her mother still tying her there, and the anger of her believing that Genji and Hanzo just abandoned her when that is not what they were doing what was an accidental side product of what they were actually trying to do.

That's all I've got so far , again I did only come up with this like 30 minutes ago lol. feel free to add your own input!

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #genji #genji shimada #hanzo #hanzo shimada #OverWatch au #shimada bros #shimada/talon au #there is so many redemption arcs in this and only Genji's go semi smoothly for the trio #I also really like the idea of black watch being comprised of ex-criminals #like Reyes saw the good in them and gave them a second chance rather than shipping them straight to jail like Morrison was wanting to do #also the only reason black watch exist is because Morrison respects Reyes and Morrison does not like any of the black watch members #he may respect Reyes but he does not respect all of the “criminals” that Reyes decided to “stupidly” put his trust in #especially after Moira #they still haven't really gotten over what moira did yet

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Yōkai

Author: Christie Golden Artist: Hammling

Autumn, with its gift of crisp evenings and red maple leaves, was not yet here, but Kanezaka's weeklong eponymous End of Summer Festival heralded its arrival. The festival's grand finale, a display of dazzling fireworks that had been consistently spectacular for hundreds of years, always made Kiriko Kamori a little wistful. As her mother had taught the sons of clan leader Sojiro Shimada the Art of the Sword, and Kiriko's father had forged those blades himself, Kiriko had been a not-infrequent visitor at Shimada Castle. She had spent many years of her childhood staring in awe at the near-magical explosions of color from the castle’s balcony. And standing by her side had been Shimada's sons: Hanzo, looking ever forward into a future filled with duty; and Genji, who often filched sweets for her when the Shimada's many servants weren't looking. "The finest view in the city," the eldest Shimada had once stated, and it was no exaggeration.

But that was a long time ago. The Shimada were some ten years gone now, and their castle had a new occupant.

"I always wish these fireworks weren't the last of the year," Kiriko admitted as she, Ryōta, Nobuto, and Sakura joined the crowd heading back to town.

"Who knows? Maybe they aren't," Ryōta said, smirking. Ryōta was a busboy at Gozan Ramen. It wasn't the best job, but it helped him listen in on some interesting conversations. All the information he gleaned was being put to good (if slightly illegal) use by Ryōta and his friends, who had decided to push back against the criminal organization that had terrorized Kanezaka ever since the Shimada fell from power.

It hadn't taken long for the Hashimoto to swoop in and fill the power vacuum that the Shimada left behind. In the decade since, their stranglehold on the region had only continued to grow.

The Hashimoto's yen was as dirty as it got, obtained from dealing in contraband and other even more unsavory things. The hospital always had several patients who'd "fallen" after crossing paths with them. Tourists were told that the town closed up early because of tradition. In reality, it wasn't safe after dark in Kanezaka, not since the Hashimoto had moved in.

Ryōta and his friends could barely consider themselves more than vandals, but Kiriko knew their hearts—and their anger—were in the right place. The smaller gang had sprayed graffiti, broken windows at Hashimoto strongholds, and once, when they had felt very daring, robbed Tora no Sumika, the Hashimoto bar, a not-so-secret black market stop the Hashimoto had appropriated for their own use from a local family.

One of these days, Ryōta vowed, he and his friends would strike. Hard.

Kiriko believed him. All they needed was the chance, and it came sooner than Kiriko imagined.

Ryōta had learned from Nobuto that a weapons shipment was coming into the nearest port in two days. Sakura informed the gang that she had just visited her uncle, who unloaded cargo at the warehouses, and had pretended to avert her eyes when he'd entered the code for the main gates. The weapons shipment would stay overnight and be out of their reach in the morning. They only had one shot.

Kiriko, Ryōta, Nobuto, and Sakura snuck up to the gates of the yard unchallenged, though Kiriko kept a sharp eye out. The code worked like a charm, but as the gates opened, the moonless night was abruptly flooded with harsh, bright light.

"Which bay is the target in?" Kiriko asked.

"Number six-seven-five," said Ryōta. "Sakura has a code for it too. But first we have to kill these lights."

"Or get rid of the cameras." Kiriko lifted a pair of kunai and twirled them about casually, then pointed one at the top of a building.

The gang exchanged relieved smiles. They knew what she could do.

"Perfect," Ryōta said. "Take them out, Kiriko. We'll head for the bay and have it open when you return."

The group split up, moving quickly but being wise enough to seek what shadows they could. Kiriko closed her eyes and focused.

Fox Spirit, guide me.

She sensed warmth and affection, soft as the brush of a tail, and an image formed in her mind. She opened her eyes.

The Fox Spirit had answered.

Ethereal, softly radiant, the glowing figure stood atop the nearest building, beautiful as moonlight, bowing to Kiriko and inviting her to play.

Kiriko grinned and bowed in turn. She leaped at the wall, climbing with grace and speed to discover the spirit was already bounding along the roof. Kiriko followed, her gaze flitting about for security cameras, her hands reaching for her kunai, throwing with speed and precision. One camera sputtered, crackled, flashed, and went dark. The Fox Spirit sprang off the building, floating down gently, while Kiriko teleported two meters ahead of where the spirit would land.

The race was on. They ran between the outbuildings, Kiriko whipping blade after blade at the cameras until none were left. The spirit turned a corner, and Kiriko felt her energy change.

The Fox Spirit no longer appeared as a playful kit but something otherworldly, impossible, yet terrifyingly real. A trio of Hashimoto guards stood beside a door to the warehouse. Kiriko put her mother's training to work, taking on two of the Hashimoto guards. She knocked one out with the hilt of her kunai and the second by a precise, well-timed elbow to the temple. When she struck the third's weapon from his hand, he surprised her by standing his ground and attempting to grab her. Kiriko seized his outstretched arm and yanked him forward, ducking and slamming his midsection with her shoulder, and finally flinging him to the pavement. He was out cold.

Kiriko dragged them inside the warehouse and locked them in a custodian's closet, then teleported to the roof of the nearest building, scanning the area for other threats. Below, her friends had almost reached the bay, but Kiriko could see what they couldn't: another Hashimoto guard, headed in their direction.

Kiriko dashed lightly toward them as Sakura opened the door to the cargo bay they were after. Pleased with herself, the teenager stepped back.

Kiriko delivered well-placed blows to the pursuing guard's stomach and then neck, knocking him out. He fell to the ground with a thud, inches from her friend.

"Perfect timing," Nobuto told Kiriko.

Everyone's attention turned to the cargo. The crates were easy to locate—marked with the same stylized tiger-head emblem as the Hashimoto-controlled bar—but the shipment was also heavy and awkward. Still, the group managed, and Ryōta, who had come up with this plan, was given the honor of opening the first crate. As expected, it was packed with guns, and everyone gazed solemnly at the array of weapons.

Kiriko moved to push a crate toward the bay. The Hashimoto would be unlikely to search for them beneath the murky waters.

Ryōta grabbed her forearm. "Hang on. I said you'd see more fireworks this year." He opened his backpack.

Kiriko stared at its contents.

"So you did," she said quietly.

"We've been stockpiling fireworks all summer, waiting for a chance like this. I've made timers for them too, so no risk. Can you imagine the blast? This'll show those bastards who they're messing with!"

"Yes," Kiriko said. "It will."

At the coldness in her voice, Ryōta's smile faded. "What's wrong?"

"Listen, before we do this, I want to tell you a story I heard from Sojiro Shimada himself; he told it to me and his sons, Hanzo and Genji, one night after the End of Summer Festival."

Ryōta, Nobuto, and Sakura were younger than her, too young to remember the centuries-old bond the Shimada clan had formed with the people of Kanezaka. Centuries ago, the villagers supplied Shimada soldiers with the rice that kept them fighting and grew the famous Shimada peach, a source of pride for the clan. The Shimada understood how their strength came from the close relationship they had with the people of Kanezaka. They took from their people, yes, but the Shimada had learned a lesson the Hashimoto had not: as the rice fields and peach trees needed care to flourish, so would the clan flourish by caring for Kanezaka.

Sakura frowned. "Is now really the time—?"

"Yes."

Kiriko could see that this fledgling gang was poised to take the first step down a dark path, and she knew she had to stop them. Now. And, possibly, give them a different road to walk.

"A long time ago, Kanezaka was preparing to hold the End of Summer Festival. Each night, nearly everyone would leave their homes to watch the grand display of fireworks by the river on the outskirts of the village.

"A rival clan in the area knew this. And one summer, they came to end the Shimada's rule in Kanezaka . . . and to reduce the city to ash."

Ryōta looked away, as if he knew which way her story was going.

"With everyone distracted, the fires they set would burn unchecked. So the clan torched the peach orchard. Set homes aflame. They even tried to destroy the Fox Shrine. And in a last, despicable gesture, they murdered the guards protecting the huge fireworks and ignited the building.

"It's said the explosion was at once the most beautiful and the most horrifying thing that anyone had ever seen. Smoke and fire, colors and sparks—everywhere."

"But . . . why?" asked Sakura. "Just to get at the Shimada?"

Kiriko nodded. "They knew the Shimada were the only ones powerful enough to stand against them, and they wanted to take everything their rival had: their organization, their castle, and Kanezaka itself. The attack was meant to weaken and demoralize the Shimada. The townspeople were just collateral damage to them."

The friends all stared at the ground.

Good. This was something they needed to understand if they were to achieve their goal the right way.

"The clan assumed the Shimada thought like they did. There was nothing in Kanezaka that was of real value—no artwork or rare goods, just people. They figured the Shimada would send some wagons from the castle to extinguish the fires in the orchards or fields. The crops were important, but those who tended them? Replaceable. The rival clan hid their warriors in the orchards, ready to attack the unsuspecting Shimada.

"That was their mistake. Because the Shimada did not think like they did. The Shimada arrived in Kanezaka with twenty wagons of huge water jars, food from their own storage, medical supplies, and doctors. Shimada's heirs were even sent to coordinate the effort. When the people were tended to, the Shimada warriors and townspeople went to the orchards together, where their united numbers far outstripped the other clan's. They quickly extinguished the fires and made easy work of the intruders."

Kiriko remembered Sojiro speaking to his own children in his calm, serious voice. This is the lesson. This is what a Shimada does. We take care of our people, because they take care of us. When they are hungry, we feed them. When they are hurt, we heal them. And when their city is burning about them, we quench the flames. A leader must be responsible, or else he is nothing more than a parasite.

She turned to Ryōta. "The Hashimoto's idea of how to run Kanezaka is the same. In the past, the Shimada’s rivals used our festival and our fireworks—something we were known for, were proud of . . . something we still love to this day—to show how little we mattered and how powerful they were. Now? The Hashimoto beat up our families, they control our shops, they own our streets."

She regarded Ryōta with compassion. "A blast like this will destroy more than the Hashimoto's guns. You could easily ignite this place, the whole city even. People—our neighbors, our friends—could die."

Ryōta gnawed on his lower lip as he mulled over her words.

"I won't say the Shimada were perfect, especially at the end. But you need to ask yourself what this"—she indicated the bag Ryōta held—"is going to tell the world about who we really are."

Ryōta finally met her eyes. "It’ll tell them that we're strong . . . but also that we're no better than the Hashimoto."

Kiriko nodded. "We shouldn't give the people of Kanezaka more reasons to be afraid. But that doesn't mean we can't frighten the Hashimoto. And I can't think of anything more terrifying than a force that strikes from the shadows, a force with no face, one they can't explain—"

"Like ghosts—Yōkai," Ryōta finished.

The mood shifted in the group, and Kiriko even saw some smiles. In her heart, she sensed the Fox Spirit's approval.

"But for now," Sakura said tentatively, "maybe we take the guns and throw them in the bay?"

Ryōta nodded to his backpack full of pyrotechnics. "What should we do with these?"

Kiriko smiled. "We use them to celebrate our victory."

#source: overwatch media #short story #kiriko kamori #hanzo shimada #genji shimada #sojiro shimada #ryōta #nobuto #sakura #kanezaka #asa yamagami #hashimoto

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so Hanzo and Cole set up this agreement to help each other out and scope out different information, at first there is a hesitance bc Cole knows the Shimada Clan does /a lot/ more than just robberies so he is naturally hesitant to make this alliance.

the adding of ashe could give such a fun scene of Hanzo being like a little jealous and asking like, fine purely for 'business reasons' you don't have any romantic relations I should know about… And Cole is like ... Ashe??? and just laughs at him. Hanzo just blinks and is like ??? very obviously missing the context maybe thats the lore drop of them growing up together and some fun stuff but both are like dating?? never.

maybe they used to perform together in deadlock (maybe deadlock was a band of sorts who would sneak into events under cover as the entertainment.) and her and Cole often were talked about as a duo when in reality Ashe was who taught him to play guitar or smth sweet like that

oh and they absolutely have some intimate moments here and there. but later on we see Hanzo getting badly affected by the clan. Maybe this is where we see a Hanzo & Genji divide starts to happen. Hanzo is like venting about Genji going off and just being human and Cole is like don't yall think the clan shouldn't be getting you into this shit, like theft is one thing but (not sure what the crime is yet, maybe some sort of displacement of famous performers, thats how we loop around with singers and such) xyz is a whole other.

but the story arc would see the corruption of the clan happen before us, we have like some super sweet moments of Cole comforting Hanzo when he breaks apart from being overwhelmed with responsibility and realising that maybe, /just maybe/ he shouldn't have to have the weight of this entirety crime syndicate on his shoulders.

like i imagine they both have their own limits about whats morally correct or morally grey if anything but i think the corruption would take it too far for both of them, this could be genji being exiled or something similar

so i could see them bounding together against both of their organisations and thats when we get the yeehan dynamic in such full so when we do have our OW police and detectives coming in at first it's definitely hostility but then its our anti heroes working against the police bc they won't handle the missing subjects with enough care

like theyd only care about arresting the criminals not getting back the ppl whilst Hanzo and Cole are like no we need our people. they matter.

also i could see them both truly indulging in casual intimacy that isn't limited to threatening grabs and shoves.

like being held??? being simply /held/ when they are in an industry so rough and tough and having the most gentle hug and soothing lullabies would truly be healing for them

Ugh I honestly don’t have much to add to this bc this is already so perfect.

Cole saying him and Ashe practically raised themselves in this cruel world but made it on the other side. Maybe not so different to Hanzo and Genji.

Knowing that Sojiro gets assassinated, I like to think it left a power vacuum over to who will get his districts/finances/weapons, since Hanzo wasn’t established fully yet. The elders stepped in to fight off the Hashimoto claiming territory outright, but they felt Genji was out of control and needed to be leashed in by Hanzo. They manipulate him into thinking Genji is feeding the police information or something similar to make him turn on his brother. But thankfully Cole is there to instill some sense into him enough to break through that control. And also just be a comforting shoulder to lean on.

I LOVE CASUAL INTIMACY BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM. (I honestly think of this art piece all the time bc of it) Hanzo and Cole facing each other as they talk softly of things, legs touching, Cole placing one of Hanzo’s bangs behind his ear, Hanzo squeezing Cole’s knee. Cole dressing Hanzo in his expensive suit, tying his tie, fixing his cufflinks. Hanzo getting Cole new cigars and carrying a lighter just for him to light without as so much a word. Allowing themselves to be vulnerable and comfortable with each other in a world that would punish them for it? Incredible.

Then the kidnappings start happening yes, and maybe Kiriko’s dad is the latest one (instead of a swordmaster he could be a musician) and Kiriko asks for their help along with her little crew to get justice. So they can be in full swing along with the rest of their people and have a nice satisfying ending haha

#this is just so GOOD #thank you for making my night again u rock anon 💖#mel answers asks #yeehan #singer au #overwatch #also that art piece haunts me in a good way i would love to create a piece on THAT level

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requesting one where sojiro is tired of hanzo and genji stealing each others boytoys and decides to do the adult thing and "confiscate" their toys until they make up

Oooo, what a great prompt! I haven't had the chance to write Sojiro for a while, so I'm glad he's back!

And when you say that Hanzo and Genji should make up... ;)

Thanks for the request, Anon!

Sojiro confiscating the boytoys, coming right up under the Read More!

“Ryū ga waga teki wo kurau!”

“Ryūjin no ken wo kurae!”

Sojiro sighed, finished typing his sentence, then waved the holoscreen away and stood up. He walked to the window and looked down into the gardens, and sure enough, there were Hanzo and Genji, both striking at each other with enough fury that shadows danced and waved under the flames of their fury all around them despite the afternoon sun above.

On the fringes of their fight, looking aghast and fretful, were what’s-his-name and what’s-his-name…C…C…Cowboy and L…L…Lucy. Lucy? That didn’t sound right, but it was close. Cowboy and Lucy were running back and forth, waving their arms and shouting, giving no heed whatsoever to either their nudity or Hanzo and Genji’s.

Sojiro grimaced with some real frustration.

It was obvious what had happened: Genji and Hanzo had snuck away with the other’s boytoy of the day and had, in true brotherly fashion, picked a spot for their illicit liaison that just happened to be within earshot of each other.

Sojiro could almost hear the argument that must have happened just before it had devolved into a dragon battle.

“I’m the elder brother! He’s mine by right of birth!”

“You have so many boyfriends, Hanzo! You can’t let me have two or three?!”

It was always the same theme, with depressingly little variation.

Sojiro had had enough, especially when the underlying problem was plain to see and extraordinarily easy to solve.

So he marched from his office to the “guest” quarters, with its increasingly crowded and permanent population, threw open the door to the main recreation room, and barked, “Clothes off and follow me! Now!”

Some, like the giant R…R…like the giant scrambled to their feet, dropped their trousers (because what was the use of ever wearing a shirt or underwear in Shimada Castle, honestly?), and lined up. Others, like the two supersoldiers who Sojiro really should remember because they had done something notable fairly recently, glanced at each other and came more slowly, like cats trying to convince their owner that they came because they chose, not because they were called.

But they came, because even they could see that Sojiro had something akin to fury in his face, and frankly he would be furious if anyone other than his beloved sons was engaging in such reckless and juvenile behavior.

They were 28 and 25, for heaven’s sake, yet there they were, fighting in the garden like a couple of toddlers.

When they were all nude and in a line, Sojiro whipped around and stalked down the hallway towards the garden door, the padding and thudding of many bare feet supporting hundreds of pounds of muscle following behind.

If there was any confusion amongst the collection of men his sons had amassed, it disappeared the instant Sojiro swung the door open and blue and green flashes of light greeted them all, along with the shouts and yells of his two overly dramatic sons.

There was a murmur behind him, and Sojiro clenched his jaw at the thought of how much his sons were embarrassing themselves, but that’s why they were the children and he was the father, he supposed.

He led the troupe almost into the fight itself. Lucy and the cowboy were still flitting about its edges, cupping their hands around their mouths and shouting, “C’mon, darling, I’m sorry! It’s my fault! Please, baby, come back, calm down, I’m sorry, alright, I’m sorry!”

But neither of his sons paid heed.

They would pay heed to nothing, lost as they were in a hurricane of rushing wind and clanging swords and blue and green light.

Nothing except…

“Ryūjin ga waga teki o hofuru!”

Red.

Red, red, red.

Blue and green faded away and everything, everything was red.

Sojiro didn’t need his dragons to stay long; his sons were on their knees, heads bowed, in an instant.

His dragons rolled their eyes, snuffled at Sojiro’s hair and beard for a moment, checking up on him while they had a chance, and then faded away, and the world was muted and silent as the red seeped out and left everything pale and washed out in comparison to its brilliance.

Sojiro folded his arms and looked sternly down at his sons.

They were nude, of course, having been interrupted mid-coitus, but despite the ferocity of their battle and the fear gripping their hearts, both of which made them breathe heavily, their muscled shoulders rising and falling, their penises stood proud and tall and weeping and leaking.

Sojiro shook his head, just a little.

It was high time to stop this maddening, endless dance.

“Hanzo,” he said severely.

“Father, I…”

“Genji.”

Both of his sons flinched.

If Sojiro was angry with Genji, then his patience was truly at an end.

“You two have used your balls as your brains for far too long,” Sojiro thundered. “I have had enough. Since you can’t stop squabbling over your entourages, I have no choice but to make them my entourage until I am convinced you have returned to your senses.”

“What?!” Genji screeched, daring to look up, his face contorted with anger and dismay. “Dad! You can’t do…”

Then he looked stricken and dropped his wide eyes back to the ground.

Sojiro was indulgent towards his younger son, but there were lines even he couldn’t cross.

“Look at me,” Sojiro said quietly.

Hanzo immediately raised his eyes, resolute if still somewhat fearful and even ashamed, but Genji struggled to do the same.

“Genji!” Sojiro snapped.

Genji slowly looked up, face pale.

“Do not,” Sojiro growled, making his wrath plain, “look away.”

And he turned on his heel, marched to his sons’ largest concubine, looked him up and down, and pointed at the ground. “Will you be comfortable lying here?” he asked, switching to a friendly and earnest tone, “Or should I go get a blanket?”

The giant man, who had been standing almost at attention with his hands behind his back, immediately produced a large and thick picnic blanket that he’d been hiding.

Sojiro smiled.

Handsome, gigantic, and intelligent.

He gestured at the ground and the giant man laid the blanket out and laid down on his back.

Sojiro stepped over his hips, bent over and felt between his asscheeks and sighed as he pulled out his buttplug.

He had been saving himself for Kimura tonight, but what had to be done had to be done.

So he slowly crouched and breathed out as the giant man’s cockhead, which felt as big as his fist and probably actually was, pressed insistently at the rim of muscle guarding his entrance. He could feel himself straining even after being stretched by the plug, but he let out a hiss of success as it passed into him, stretching him wide, oh-so-wide, and penetrated deep into his guts as he slid down until he was seated on the giant man’s neatly-trimmed pubes.

He leaned back and laid flat on the giant man’s impressive chest, feeling himself rise and fall with each of his breaths.

“Now…” he mused, scanning his sons’ boyfriends, “Ah, yes, you, Akande. Come here and ride me.”

Akande snorted, but he walked forward. He eyed the base of the gigantic cock below Sojiro, and pausing just long enough to pretend that he wished he was topping rather than bottoming, despite how hard and leaking he was, he mirrored Sojiro’s actions and sank down onto Sojiro, breathing out a breath of sheer pleasure as Sojiro’s large cock disappeared inside him.

Sojiro took a moment to revel in the heat, the smell of sweat, and the tight confines that his body both enjoyed and provided.

Then his eyes snapped to the two men who had instigated this most recent crisis.

They stood quietly by, hands clasped in front of them as though it was somehow their fault that his sons were acting so childishly, but he held no ill will toward them.

That wouldn't stop him from making an example of them.

"Come here," he commanded, and the tall cowboy and the short…was he a DJ? Soijiro was fairly sure he was a DJ…looked at each other but came forward.

Sojiro looked from one to the other, thinking, then said to Lucy, "Sit on his face," gesturing at the giant man, whose giant tongue would do well to fuck that beautiful ass. Then, addressing the cowboy, he gestured at Akande and said, "Try to deep throat him. If you can."

Lucy had flushed, relieved and excited, at Sojiro’s command. The cowboy’s eyes flashed at the challenge and strutted forward confidently.

It was no surprise that they were currently Genji and Hanzo's respective favorites…nor was it a surprise, when Lucy impishly ground down hard onto the giant man's face and the wide, red tongue waiting for him, and when the cowboy made a little choked sound when he got only two-thirds down Akande’s incredible length before determinedly getting the rest in his mouth, that Hanzo and Genji would covet the other’s toy.

Even though they each had plenty more to choose from.

"You, the supersoldiers," Sojiro called out over the slurping noises coming from the cowboy and from under Lucy, "Worship me, starting with these pecs that rival yours. You, the medic: I need something in my mouth. And you, the plant guy: fill every hole that isn't currently occupied. Including yours. But not theirs," he spat, glancing at his sons just before he clamped his lips around the tasty, dripping treat that the medic…Bap? Was his name just Bap?...offered him.

The men all around him took that as their cue to speak freely.

"Well, well, Cassidy," Alande groaned, sounding inordinately pleased as he took hold of the cowboy’s…Cassidy’s head. "At long last, here you are, where you belong."

Cassidy had just enough time for an annoyed huff before Akande began pistoning into his mouth, making his throat bulge with each stroke even as he ground down on Sojiro’s cock spearing him open…but the cowboy remained where he was, eyes watering, jaw slack.

"Mm, Rein," Lucy moaned, gyrating his hips slowly, "that's it, loosen me up, get me ready. Your tongue's as big as most cocks, so it'll feel just fine going up inside me."

The two supersoldiers gave each other a sardonic look, but then they got down to business, lapping at Sojiro’s nipples with gusto before, with genuine appreciation, following the red lines of his tattoos over the acres and acres of muscle he had cultivated over the years.

The plant guy…Near…Near? That might be from a classic show of some sort, actually…Near was talented enough that both supersoldiers, Cassidy, and Reinhardt all gasped as one as his holographic creations, somehow wet and slick and slippery, dove into their assholes simultaneously, thin at first but rapidly thickening until they were all panting and gasping with pleasure at the thick girths stretching them as open as Reinhardt stretched Sojiro.

It amused Sojiro that Near knew Reinhardt’s dimensions exactly.

Sojiro could see that because the clever man had used his plant-like creations to sling himself in the air directly over Sojiro so that he had a clear view of the vine pumping in and out of his pretty ass.

He could give his sons this: they knew how to pick them.

But now they had nothing at all…or so they thought.

As he slurped and tongued at Bap’s cock, paying special attention to a spot on the underside that made him gasp deliciously, Sojiro looked over at Hanzo and Genji.

Their shoulders were still rising and falling, no doubt breathing heavily out of frustration and arousal as they obeyed their father and watched their toys pleasure him with rapt attention…

…except…

…when one brother glanced at the other’s raging, weeping erection.

Sojiro rolled his eyes.

The problem was so plain, so obvious.

Still. Out of fear of his wrath, Hanzo and Genji would remain there forever if they had to, so it was up to him to give them one last push.

But they could stand to wait a little bit longer.

Reinhardt’s cock was punching so deep into him, and Akande’s guts were so hot and tight around him, and the supersoldiers were moaning and groaning so sweetly, their hot breaths flowing across his skin, and Cassidy’s mouth and throat and Lucy’s ass sounded so slopping wet, and Near was such a beautiful sight above him.

His sons should learn to appreciate what they had before he pointed out what had been right in front of them the entire time.

Reinhardt groaned beneath him, the sound reverberating through Sojiro like a vibrating mattress, and warmth bloomed and flooded into Sojiro, setting his nerves on fire, especially when the giant man lanced one last time directly at his prostate.

He had little choice to do anything but grab into Akande’s hips and slam him down, straining to plunge as far inside as possible as he released his own completion into him, which, of course, pushed Akande over the edge with a yell as he did exactly the same with Cassidy’s skull, burying himself to the hilt and bending over, eyes wide and mouth agape, as the cowboy desperately swallowed around the thick girth spurting into his throat.

Then, suddenly, it was raining men…’s semen, as Cassidy, Lucy, the supersoldiers, and Near all cried out (except for the cowboy, whose mouth was full), and hot drops were falling all around, covering Sojiro’s red ink and graying beard with translucent pearly white.

By the time it stopped, he could have hardly gotten a different result if he had poured bucketfuls over himself; he was absolutely drenched.

Wonderful.

He might have to invent some excuse to confiscate his sons’ toys more often…if they hadn’t learned to share, at any rate.

But they might.

Akande let out a pleased grumble as he let the cowboy slide off his cock and carefully stood, extending a big hand to Sojiro to help him dismount Reinhardt.

Once Sojiro was on his feet, he nodded to all the men in turn in both thanks and approval as they watched semen stream down the lines and curves of his muscular body with awe.

Then he turned toward his sons.

They were still kneeling, still watching, and still rockhard.

Sojiro shook his head.

Then he said, gently, “You know....”

Both of them stiffened, expecting more harsh words.

“I have only confiscated your toys. I haven’t confiscated your brother.”

Their jaws dropped.

Sojiro smiled encouragingly.

They turned towards each other, eyes wide and searching…and still glancing down at the other’s straining, twitching erections.

Then, in a split second, they were rolling around on the ground, arms wrapped tight around each other, tasting the other’s mouth with the feverish pace of starving men.

Sojiro shook his head.

Problem solved.

He turned away and started walking toward the house, walking through the crowd of men staring at the brothers, some looking shocked and others, particularly the supersoldiers, looking like they had expected this.

Just as he passed Lucy, however, he heard the young man say to himself, sounding dejected, “I guess…they won’t be needing us anymore.”

Sojiro clapped a hand on his defined, thick shoulder. “Of course they will,” he said warmly, smiling down at him. “Perhaps not for a few days, or a week or two; they’ve been dancing around each other their entire lives, after all. But once they’ve settled, they’ll need someone to highfive over. They’ve always wanted to do the Eiffel Tower.”

Lucy brightened, looking immensely comforted.

“In the meantime,” Sojiro continued, “I have still technically confiscated you. All of you,” he added, raising his voice. “Come. I need you all to lick me clean, then scrub me clean in the baths.”

Tearing their eyes away from the spectacle, all his sons’ boytoys obediently followed, perhaps feeling grateful towards Sojiro for relieving a great pressure in their lives.

They should be grateful, Sojiro thought with a little self-aggrandizement.

And he knew exactly how they could show it.

#anon #asks #requests #my stories #sojiro shimada #shimadacest #hanzo shimada #genji shimada #reinhardt wilhelm #gabriel reyes #soldier 76 #jack morrison #lúcio correia dos santos #niran pruksamanee #akande ogundimu #doomfist #cole cassidy #baptiste

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