#okami!hanzo

[cyberrat]

75th Batch Of Fics: 10th Fill

Cassidy/Hanzo – Part 3/4 (ish) – wolfgod!Hanzo; coyote shapeshifter!Cassidy; young!Cassidy (mid 20s); old!Hanzo (mid 40s); virgin!Cassidy; transman Cassidy – Time to do the deflowering!

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Hanzo wants to fuck Cole like this; just the way he is. In his true form so none of his senses will be suppressed as he partakes in this absolutely delightful little treat – but as his humongous cock slides against the pup’s ass and along the protrusion of his spine once, twice, three times, he has to admit that he is simply too big for the shapeshifter.

Cole, admirably, does not say anything. Maybe he does not realize that Hanzo could quite literally rip him in half on his cock. He seems deep in his own head, all sinewy muscle tight as a board and trembling. Waiting and dreading in equal measures for the moment that Hanzo’s cock will cuddle up to his unused, perfect cunt.

Hanzo growls. He wants to lick Cole’s neck while he fucks him but he can’t do both at the same time. His hips keep hunching forward, dragging his dick along the delicious knobs of Cole’s desperately arched back. Fucking him in the oddest way possible while the scent of his ripe, hot peach is driving Hanzo insane.

So he has to reconsider his approach. He does not like it but there is nothing to do about it. Not now. Not when he first has to open this pup up to getting adored by him.

Hanzo shifts his form, moving from a large white wolf into the shape of something more human like. Still big, yes, but not uncomfortably so. His hands drag along Cole’s skinny back, feeling the bit of fur he managed to grow despite his body’s abused state.

Cole’s head turns around slowly. His eyes are wide, staring up at Hanzo throning above him in his human-like glory. He doesn’t say anything at first, only a wheezing little whine escaping him.

Hanzo curls a corner of his mouth up. He pets along Cole’s back again. “Good boy,” he croons, magnanimously.

Beneath his petting hand, he can feel Cole starting to relax downward; the arch of his spine becoming a valley as he starts to present himself. Present his juicy cunt. It’s furry lips are glistening from its own wetness and the ministrations of Hanzo’s tongue.

He can see Cole’s hole, silky and small and perfect. Too perfect to immediately destroy on his other cock.

Hanzo made the right decision. Of course.

He grasps Cole’s meager ass and lightly digs his claws into his skin as he spreads his cheeks; looking at all that he has to offer because it is his right now.

He drags his human cock along his gash, using his thumb to press against his shaft and let the tip gently nudge against Cole’s hole.

The pup is audibly panting. His tail, curved nice and obedient out of the way, trembles with anticipation.

“I’ll make you mine now,” Hanzo purrs low. He can feel his heartbeat throbbing in his cock, strong and unhurried. His balls feel nice and full for his new mate. “I will take perfect care of you, my pet. And I think once I have had my fill for the moment, fucking you raw and pumping you full of my pups… I will have a little stroll in the moonlight and sniff out whoever mangled your perfect body.”

He moves his hips, focusing on being slow despite the heat crawling through his veins. He can push him down later; put his hand on the back of his head and mash his face into the ground while he grunt fucks his squelching pussy-

Yes, he can do it all. But for now, he needs to be nice and slow… nice and… slow…

Hanzo hisses through his teeth when his crown finally pops into Cole’s body. The shapeshifter is groaning open mouthed and delirious. His shoulders start to tilt toward the ground all on their own.

His stump awkwardly waves in front of his belly like he wants to reach for his cunt and feel for himself how it’s getting stretched so mean.

Hanzo’s hand curls around the base of his bushy tail. He needs a lot of tender love and care; someone to take a brush to his fur and make sure there are no devious little pests hiding in it.

He will make time for that later; once he’s bred his pup up and got him secured away.

Once he maimed whoever dared to lay hands on him.

Cole’s pussy might be unused but it stretches beautifully for him. The little mouth suckles on his dick, gripping nice and tight. His inner muscles work all nervous and shy. Absolutely delicious.

Thumb dragging against the vertebrae of Cole’s tail, Hanzo takes care to rock into him nice and slow despite it being absolute torture.

“You feel… divine,” Hanzo grits out between clenched teeth. “A perfect, untouched flower just for me…”

Cole whines in response; high-pitched and a bit panicky sounding. His shoulders have sunk completely to the ground now; absolute submission to Hanzo. When he speaks, his words are trembling so hard that it is difficult for Hanzo to follow along.

“You jus’... you jus’ say that t-to them all right?”

Hanzo tilts his head. He does not know what that is supposed to mean, though he gets a feeling it is meant to be cheeky. And if Cole has enough wherewithal to focus on anything but getting mounted, Hanzo is not doing his job properly.

He growls low in his throat, tilting his torso forward and over the scrawny back of the pup. His cock slides a little deeper still, aided by how the peach’s juices have started to drip. Once speared open, there is no way to stem the tide, though Hanzo is very much of a mind to try and stopper it with his dick.

“You are mouthy,” he croons back. “Amusing.”

Cole does not answer. What little cheek he had possessed has obviously left him as he’s gently forced to get used to being bred. His face is pink and sweaty, mouth looking so soft… Hanzo wishes his tongue were still long enough to reach it and lick inside. Kiss him as deep as he can.

Instead, he crawls into his body in a different way. His cock is bigger than any human’s would be, even in this form. He can see that Cole realizes as much from the tears of overstimulation glittering in the pup’s eyes.

Explosively, as if Cole had forgotten to do so, he exhales a long breath, then inhales shudderingly and whines while moving as if to try and crawl away. Hanzo doesn’t let him, of course. He tilts his head, interested and amused by the pup’s shenanigans.

Cole’s insides are clenched down on him like wet velvet. It is a delirious feeling.

“You can’t go anywhere now,” Hanzo purrs, curling himself further over his new mate, covering his back, hips gently nudging forward still through the slight resistance he can feel. Cole yips, then goes still and cross-eyed.

“We’ve come too far now… wouldn’t want to spoil the fun before the grand finale, hmn?”

[9ffairs]

🐺!!!!

[auggusst-art]

okami hanzo sketch for posterity because i do miss wearing this skin a lot but i can't let go of cupid 😩

[johnhawke]

Some hanzo drawings

[jamstreak]

okami hanzo

[frozenbound]

I took Shimadacest Headcanons #29-55 and published them on AO3, just so nobody would have to trudge through all the separate bits! Thanks so much for your support while I was writing them!!!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Genji Shimada/Hanzo Shimada Characters: Genji Shimada, Hanzo Shimada Additional Tags: Incest, Sibling Incest, Brother/Brother Incest, Loss of Virginity, Older Man/Younger Man, Age Difference, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, First Time, First Time Bottoming, First Time Topping, Okami Hanzo Shimada, Okami(ish) Hanzo Shimada, Young Genji Shimada, DILF Hanzo Summary:

Hanzo is in his early forties, but it's Genji's eighteenth birthday. It's been a challenge being his (much, much) older brother, but Hanzo wouldn't trade it for the world.

Neither would Genji.

[zackcollins]

Unleashed || Hanzo || Overwatch 2 - Season 2 || 12/31/22

[cybernightart]

Random idea but what if the shimada clan used call signs to refer to members of the clan so their identities were kept secret so no one could figure out who was who unless you were in the know.

So like Genji would have been sparrow, kirko would have been kitsune, and Hanzo could have been okami!

Genji's and kiriko's are a bit more obvious, especially considering sojiro would still call Genji sparrow even when he's not on missions or referring to Clan stuff.

During black watch out imagine they would obviously still have to use call signs and calling Genji "Genji" on every document or top secret thing probably isn't the best idea, so they probably referred to him as "the ninja" ,"the cyborg", more affectionately "cyborg dude" or "ninja dude". Because calling him sparrow would probably be just as obvious as calling him Genji shimada on any documents, because if somehow there was a leak and the clan managed to get their hands on the documents and then just saw in big bold text "oh by the way Genji's alive" it probably wouldn't end well, but I mean if they called him "the ninja" or something who knows how many other clans of ninjas there are still in Japan in the OverWatch universe because we technically don't know if the shimadas are the only ones, and considering in real life there is 49 ninja schools still in operating in Japan I think it's pretty safe to say they're probably not the only ninjas. So if the clan got their hands on these documents and they just saw something saying that OverWatch has a ninja they probably wouldn't jump to the assumption that the guy they were pretty sure died was in fact the ninja working with OverWatch.

Also with that I don't think during blackwatch he would like to be called sparrow because it would probably make him very angry, just like how I imagine they don't call him shimada often because that also angers him a decent amount. So they usually just stick to Genji or ninja guy or something.

However post recall, if Hanzo and kiriko end up joining OverWatch with Genji and they got sent on some mission they could probably use their old nicknames and call signs as kind of a funny reference inside joke but also it's pretty efficient. Well I mean efficient not in the way of making the names shorter because all of the nicknames are more syllables than their actual names but whatever! xD

[kindasketchysideblog]

YEEHAN comic I’ll never finish.

Anyways based on Hanzo’s okami wolf skin

[donniesdorm]

okami hanzo <33

[cyberrat]

75th Batch Of Fics: 11th Fill

Cassidy/Hanzo – Part 4/4 (ish) – wolfgod!Hanzo; coyote shapeshifter!Cassidy; young!Cassidy (mid 20s); old!Hanzo (mid 40s); virgin!Cassidy; transman Cassidy – They'll do just fine :) a cute lil family in the making :))

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“What’s the… w-whats the-” the pup doesn’t manage to finish the question. He’s curled up all weird beneath Hanzo, nearly standing on his head because he’s speared on cock and his ass just has to be nice and high up despite all his wriggling and moving about.

He is precious. Still so nervous… still so sensitive. Every time Hanzo ruts, Cole wheezes and his cunt clenches down hard. Squelching. Sucking. Being just as weird and nervous as the pup itself.

Hanzo loves it.

“What the grand finale is?” he purrs, allowing himself a harder thrust that has Cole hiccuping out a yelp, his whole body shuddering. He must have felt a brief spike of pain when Hanzo’s tip pushed up against his cervix but from how loose and whiny he gets right after, he must have enjoyed the sensation.

He’s somehow managed to curl his arms around one of Hanzo’s biceps, holding on for dear life while he’s getting dicked.

Hanzo’s balls keep slapping against the pup’s pussy; the jut of his swollen little cock at the apex of his furry labia. “The finale, my sweet,” Hanzo finally continues, slightly out of breath, head feeling nice and fuzzy. “Is me pumping you full of my seed and breeding you up. Putting my young into your belly so I can fatten you up for the months to come.”

Cole wheezes. His mouth keeps smearing wet and hot against Hanzo’s skin as he gets rattled on the Okami’s cock.

Is he against being bred up? Or is he for it? Hanzo would not be able to say. All of Cole’s reactions make him think the pup is in pain before his cunt gushes and his muscles go hot and loose.

He is nervous of dicks but loves them all the same. At least that is what Hanzo is getting from all this. From lowering his head and watching Cole’s face up-side-down; seeing how wide and dark his eyes are, how slack his mouth…

Shocked at his own depravity, maybe. Flabbergasted by how much he loves a cock spearing into his belly and making his virgin cunt feel hot and lose and ready to be impregnated.

His eyes keep falling close, then being wrenched open again as if set under some kind of shock. The adrenaline of his capture must be wearing off, leaving him high on endorphins of getting fucked and yet absolutely exhausted from it all.

Hanzo lowers his head even further, gently pressing his mouth against Cole’s forehead. Slowing down the staccato thrusts of his hips into a gentle, loving grind. There is no rush to pump him full in a set amount of time. He can be gentle about it. Careful. Make his new little mate absolutely addicted to cock. The feeling of fullness.

The feeling of being pregnant and still needing to fuck to get all those belly aches out of his system.

Oh, Hanzo will take such perfect care of him…

He finds himself wanting to speed up once more. Ram harder into Cole; dick him until his teeth click together. But he doesn’t. He can’t. Gods, he can’t, not now…

He has to shift around, holding Cole nice and close as he lies himself down on the stone floor of his temple and sits this scrawny coyote shapeshifter on his dick. Watches how his skinny legs have to spread wide to accommodate Hanzo’s thick waist. Watch him just stare at him with those large, fathomless eyes and his mouth hanging open for the taking.

He is hypnotizing. Addictive. Hanzo has taken so many mates over the years but none have had him in a chokehold like this foreign creature that just sits there and doesn’t move. Simply holds his dick warm in the hot grasp of its virgin pussy.

“Oh damn… oh damn,” Cole keeps muttering, one hand braced on Hanzo’s chest and the stump aimlessly moving around. He’s unsure what to do with it. Unsure what to do with any part of his body, it seems. His hair is wild and tangled and hanging in his eyes while his ripped ears are folded backwards with nerves.

“Let me help you,” Hanzo purrs, grasping Cole by the hips. Oh, he can already feel it… this pup will be gorgeous once fed properly. He’ll be big and sturdy and able to take Hanzo’s young every year if he so pleases. He’ll be used to waddling around nice and fat and eating for six-

Slowly, Hanzo lifts Cole up, dragging his clutching cunt along his dick – then sits him down again just as slowly.

Cole’s mouth opens, a breathy sound of surprise audible. His nails dig into Hanzo’s skin, back curling as he moves forward.

Nothing that would hinder Hanzo in using him like a toy and pumping him along his cock. It’s easier to be gentle like this; when he can press his ass against the ground so his eager hips wouldn’t rabbit fuck the pretty virgin.

Cole keeps muttering, his voice climbing higher as he claws at Hanzo’s chest, sweat starting to drip from the tip of his nose.

He is a sight to behold. What a perfect offering the villagers have brought him. Hanzo doesn’t know where to look first; the pleasure on his pet’s face or the swollen cock he is sporting.

He wants to suck it. He wants to hold Cole down and spend hours licking his dick. He wants to sniff at him all over, rub his body against him until they smell like one entity…

Later. Later.

Cole throws his head back, his throat stretched deliciously; and all of a sudden, he does not let himself get used anymore. He tenses his legs, bracing himself and hindering Hanzo at pulling him back down onto his cock.

It’s not that he wants to stop playing, though. Just a moment later Cole starts to move; all on his own. He pumps himself along Hanzo’s cock, faster than Hanzo let him do so before; just him bouncing on dick and whining in the sweetest sounds-

Of course it doesn’t take long for him to come. Especially since Hanzo lovingly pets a thumb against his swollen cock and feels it twitch against himself.

He yips like a much younger pup, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. Hanzo curls his arms around him, pulling him against his torso, heels digging against the ground to slowly pump up into the desperate clench of his cunt.

“Wonderful… just a little more and I’ll breed you up… You will love your new life, my Cole. You will be treated like a King. I will have the villagers fetch whatever treats your heart might desire. You will be the most precious pet to me… just accept my love. Accept it. Accept it.”

He pumps a little faster, deeper, Cole’s cunt squelching with wetness. Hanzo clenches his eyes shut as he feels his orgasm at the base of his cock and tingling along his spine. He grinds himself into Cole, forcing the thick, hot spurts to reach as deep as they will go.

And Cole accepts it.

[sasorikigai]

❛  can you just hold me tonight? i always sleep better with you here ...  ❜ ( from okami!Ryou, for half-demon/daimyo verse)

🐝  *  ―  𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑺 𝑨𝑵�� 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑺 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. || @sonxflight || accepting

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || It is like an evocation of soul, when life and times they take their toll on Hanzo Hasashi's entirety. Despite being connected to the Earth and assured in his power, with embedded strength in the entirety of his being. Unfortunately, he also wields characteristics of someone who is broken and self-sabotaging. He is reckless, and sometimes appears to have no regard for human life. And he wishes he could wake up one morning, remove all the responsibilities weighing on him, and live a completely different life just for one day. For the world and he is the sea; unpredictable and wide, shallow and deep at the same time. They are both eternity, yet effervescent and still. The sun glistens both and the storm roughens them up. They are both hospitable and harsh, and their existences make everything blossom.

Also, one could cast a line to the sea and see what desires to bite. If the bait ensnares a fish, wouldn't it be just wonderful and marvelous? How would fish dare to win, but only to wish for its death? Getting crunched and munched as it would pray for its final voyage. Hanzo Hasashi never expected the world to pierce his skin and threaten to consume him whole, and be plunged in the depth of introspection, where labyrinthine thoughts stubbornly attempts to navigate the vast ocean of consciousness, as profound truths and lies would surface, revealing the wisdom hidden within the silence of one's soul. And even surrounded by his camaraderie and people, in the quiet corners of the daimyo's solitude, loneliness becomes not a void, but an echo longing for the company of the indelible friend, lover, and soulmate.

The campaign to obliterate his cruel enemies had enervated the daimyo's resolve and resilience, as vicious ransacks and cruel violence continued to dwell in his heart and never break apart. What is perpetual pain, but a tragedy that is condemned to repeat itself again and again, like ouroboros eating itself out? Amidst all this trials and tribulations, Ryou Sakai's absence had been an abysmally visible presence, as the weather in his melancholic and blue heart yearned for halcyon peace without disturbance. How his steady, slow heart beats for Ryou; and his breathing goes even more firm, yet impassioned and vigorous at the sight of him.

How Hanzo sheds a star; once unforgiving, unyielding wildfire crackling to become an encompassing, fevered warmth. "Seeing you in dream, it seemed at times I have forgotten us, as our paths never crossed and immeasurable stretch of time moved on and on without the ends of this conflict...," his limerence knew no bounds nor depths, and even with Ryou's hand in his, he'd hope that he will be conjoined in the unperturbed ether as the end of time comes for them and even after that. And there's a certain slang of light in this unusually harsh winter night; that evaporates the daimyo's oppressed heart and soul, and fills him in the crackling ember's trance and weaved easiness, as his sweeping gaze revels at the revealed art that is Ryou Sakai.

"I will always have the desire of you, rather than the mere elusive taunt of you through memories, imaginations, and dreams." How the sharpened, poised intensity of his gaze and tone becomes a mellifluous shower of genuine affection and wanton desire, as the firm cradle of his arms adhere their robed bodies. "Observing you in deep slumber will alleviate everything I have endured." ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

[cwazytvthings]

Wip | overwatch | Hanzo| Okami

[adiosinflection]

I actually thought mchanzoweek2020 started on august 1st, so I had rushed to do 4 of the prompts and when I realized it was for the end of August I spent most of that time polishing the animation I did for the dance prompt!! I’ll probably come back to this Day 4: Free AU at some other time, but werewolf/Okami!Hanzo is one of my favorite aus, as is the sharing body heat trope.

[tacticalvisor76]

Hello ^^ Can I just request some Okami Han comforting reader fluff? My guinea pig (Had him for a few years and loved him to death) passed a couple hours ago and I feel kind of out of it.. You can totally ignore this, up to you ^^ Thank you!

a/n: here you go, sweetie. 

Hanzo lacks the words for you're sadness and tears so he sits there with you. Letting you sob into his chest while he runs his hands through your hair, shushing you in a soothing tone while trying to get you to focus on breathing. Rocking you back and forth, he’s seen that this sometimes works for other humans as a distraction, something to focus on than whatever was upsetting them. 

Losing a companion, a friend you’ve had for so long hurts. It leaves a large hole in your heart, where all you could do is cry. Looking at things that remind you of them, focusing on memories, seeing pictures and such brings a new wave of tears. Pictures hurt you the most, it hurt you because you ask him what if questions. What if you could have done something? Something more than you were already doing prior to the passing of your guinea pig. 

Hanzo kisses you, and he keeps kissing you. Tasting the salt of your tears, he speaks. He wouldn’t let you blame yourself, life works in ways that not a single person could ever figure out. 

“Their loss will be felt, but smile for them. Remember how happy it was to live with them, to take care of them. I’m almost certain that your dear friend wouldn’t want you to blame yourself.”  

 You cried you would miss your friend, and Hanzo would do his best to make sure that you smiled.

[frozenbound]

Shimadacest headcanon #29 (featuring Young Genji and Okami(ish) Hanzo):

Genji rolls his eyes, but he dutifully blows out the candles on his birthday cake to placate his friends.

Hanzo understands. Genji has always tried to puff up his chest and act more "mature", only to fall back on juvenile behavior whenever temptation presented itself, and the contrast between his aspirations and his actions is all the greater when he's been comparing himself to Hanzo, his older brother.

His much, much, much older brother, by the looks of things.

But it's partially appearances that are to blame. Hanzo is only in his early forties, and he has maintained an active lifestyle that has kept...most...of the wrinkles away, but hardly anyone looks past his hair.

It's long, luxurious, and looks oh-so-soft to the touch, whether it cascades past his shoulders or hangs in two carefully braided plaits on each shoulder, but it's also perfectly white.

Hanzo had gone completely "gray" by age 25.

It's fine. Even when the first streaks of white began appearing when he was Genji's age, Hanzo couldn't bring himself to care too much about it. So long as his body was ripped and firm, he couldn't care less about his hair...and neither did a certain subset of very enthusiastic lovers, drawn in by the contrast of his youthful face and shockingly white hair.

Many of them even say he looks like a hero out of an old legend, and is that doesn't stroke his ego...

But poor Genji, so much younger than Hanzo, has always felt the pain of being compared with a brother who, on top of being mature because he is mature, is also far less adventurous and daring...

...nowadays.

Genji might catch some flak for his antics, but Hanzo is sure at least half the problem is that their relatives only saw the responsible, thoughtful adult Hanzo had grown into, and somehow they expected Genji to jump directly from playful child to responsible adult with no rascally juvenile in-between.

Hanzo might roll his eyes and bap Genji on the head after his little brother did something truly idiotic, but the years had given him perspective, and he couldn't bring himself to begrudge Genji enjoying the short, short time of his youth.

Even now Hanzo was preparing for an...interesting time, when Genji would finally be free to fully indulge himself. He was an adult now, and he wouldn't have to hide the bottles of liquor in his bedroom or sneak into the most popular clubs anymore.

Hanzo expected to receive a lot of midnight phone calls in the months ahead. Genji would calm down after he thoroughly overindulged, and while Hanzo would be watching over him to make sure he didn't get into any real trouble, he had faith in his little brother's ultimate good sense and good character.

With that in mind, he caught Genji's eye from where he sat on the far side of the room, Genji looking over, radiant and happy amidst his sea of friends, and raised his glass in a silent toast of congratulations.

Genji grinned back and raised his own glass full of his "first" glass of liquor before draining it in a few gulps to the laughter of his friends.

Then he set the glass down on the table.

And fixed Hanzo with a look.

Hanzo stared back.

Genji looked...

His little brother looked...

Hungry.

Then, when Genji saw that he had his brother's attention, he licked his lips.

A shiver ran through Hanzo.

And that was his first warning about what Genji wanted to indulge in first.