#yandere hanzo shimada

[yanderes-galore]

Hi, is there a way you can do a base concept of Hanzo

I love Hanzo so sure! This came out bittersweet :(

Yandere! Hanzo Shimada Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Denial, Stalking, Inner conflict, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Violence, Thoughts of murder/Murder, Threats, Kidnapping, Restraints, Breaking and entering, Angst, Forced relationship.

Hanzo has always believed he was beyond redemption.

He's lived a life of crime and nearly killed his brother because he was ordered to by his family.

However, nowadays he tries to search for his own path.

Unlike some Overwatch characters Hanzo is not part of Overwatch, Blackwatch, or Talon.

He is a neutral party, he feels there isn't anything to gain from those partnerships.

He wants to have control of himself and is usually very serious all the time.

To make Hanzo become obsessive over someone you'd have to spark his feelings in some way.

I have a feeling him having an obsession over someone is due to him thinking they could redeem him.

Perhaps he's touched by your kindness when you meet him by chance.

Or maybe it's something entirely different.

Either way... Hanzo is definitely a yandere to be in denial once he's obsessed.

He refuses to think he's worthy of love.

He grows even more concerned when his subtle feelings for you become all encompassing.

It gets to the point he tries to rationalize with himself, even as he watches you when you're unaware.

His obsession drills home the thought that he's beyond redemption.

After all... he's still a thug all this time as he threatens others not to drift to close to you.

He sees himself as a monster, similar to Genji.

Both brothers are dragons at heart... no matter how much Hanzo tries to restrain himself.

Dragons naturally thrive off crime... they naturally want to take what they want.

Hanzo may be reasonable enough to try and isolate himself from you when he notices his obsession.

He still finds himself wishing to remove others from you... but he tries his best to control himself.

His mind tells him to spill blood for you, to take you away, to make you his.

He wants to hunt those who touch you down.

He wants to use his precision to force an arrow through their head.

Hanzo really does try to distance himself from you because he cares.

Yet despite him trying to discipline himself and him being self-aware... he can't break his habits.

He watches you constantly, he slips into your home with ease to lightly hold you as you sleep, and he'll never admit what he does to others who are too close.

He curses himself for his possessive and obsessive nature.

He already knew he was irredeemable... but he thinks he has a chance with you.

So... that's why he pursues you.

Be it for friendship... or a romantic partnership... he just wants to find acceptance that he can't get anywhere else in his eyes.

But once he stops isolating himself, once he breaks and comes back to you.

The next thing he knows he has you in his home... intricately bound to a chair with the prettiest ribbons...

Hanzo knew the moment he thought he could change he was doomed.

Of course he couldn't change.

All he does is harm those closest to him.

Just as he chased you to try and find redemption... he only gathered more blood on his hands.

You look at him with fear not adoration.

Even as he strokes your cheek and whispers how he loves you...

You only have fear.

Hanzo fears he has lost your bond like he has with his brother.

He only brings destruction in his wake.

Yet he still looks at you like there's a chance... maybe he can still make this work...

The moment he accepts such a notion, however... he may just break you and your bond.

[yandere-genji]

💎Yandere Yakuza Hanzo Headcanons

• Yandere Yakuza!Hanzo owns the streets of Hanamura, often patrolling with his crew late at night. He has the most important people of the city in his pocket or working alongside him. The Yakuza has infiltrated practically the whole city. 

• When you first arrive in Hanamura, you very quick learn this. You were wise to heed the warnings to stay away from anything related to the organization. 

• But the Yakuza scouts any new residents, anyone that lives in the city is apart of their property. And Hanzo’s men are always eager to talk about a new pretty face that shows up in their territory. Often he pays no mind to them, more occupied by his duties than in chasing a shiny new toy. But once he does catch sight of you, he is fascinated by what he sees.

  • He is on duty every night, yet still finds the time to keep a close eye on you. You’re smart, you don’t hang about the usual places he and his crew would frequent. Many newcomers are quick to dismiss the influence of the Yakuza, but you knew better than that. Still, you couldn’t escape him. 

• You sparked his interest, something most people would kill for. He wanted to absorb you into his organization and gain full control of you. It began with infiltrating your workplace. New hires would try to entice you to joining the Yakuza with all its benefits. But you would respectfully decline and try to avoid any more interaction with them as possible. 

•When that didn’t work, he would send men to bestow you gifts on his behalf. It was certainly a shock, you didn’t know what you had done to receive anything from the Yakuza boss himself. But word quickly spread around the city that he had claimed you, all before you had even seen him yourself. 

• People grew distant from you. Some were taking precautions, others had received unsavory warnings. Before you knew it, everyone in the street stared at you as you walked by, whispering to each other as you passed. It upset you, and you started asking around about Hanzo to anyone who wasn’t afraid to speak to you. Those being people who were already affiliated with the Yakuza themselves and it would not be long until Hanzo caught wind of your curiosities. 

• In the dark of night, you were pulled into an alleyway by a group of well-dressed men. You were panicked, though you already knew you were living on borrowed time. They brought you to a marvelous adorned tea house, pink petal blossoms peppering the gardens. And there was Hanzo, dressed handsomely in western attire as he kneeled beside the table. 

• It was the first time you had seen him, and he already left a memorable impression. You heard stories about how vicious he was, and you could see it on his face. Even in his most relaxed state, his eyes were always angry and alert.  

• Many of your meetings with the Yakuza boss would be like this. When he was not preoccupied with his clandestine operation, he ushered you into a private room (though the privacy was soured by the entourage of men patrolling the perimeter) and the two of you spoke while he enjoyed a cup of tea.

•Declining his invitations wasn’t an option for you. You couldn’t escape him, you were both aware of that. Still, he wanted you closer. What good were you by yourself, you had to be by his side where he could keep you safe. Make sure no one in this world would hurt you and you would always be taken care of. 

[theyanderespecialist]

Soulmates and Dragons 1 (Scenario) Yandere Scion Haznzo X Soulmate Reader (Overwatch)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a LATE Request being filled! This one is off of Archive of our own! I hope that I finally delivered for you! I hope you all enjoy this chapter!]

(Disclaimer: This is Scion Hanzo which means him before he killed Genji or tried. So that is where we are at with him. Hanzo is not yandere in canon. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine, do not be gross or illegal about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Please remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!)

(Hanzo Shimada) (Soulmark: Thank God you are okay. Do you want some water?)

(No One's POV)

Hanzo had been getting rid of someone in the woods. They put up a hell of a fight, and he overdid it. Now he is lightheaded and dehydrated. The sun is beating down on his torn suit. He supports himself against a tree, and then everything turns black.

When Hanzo wakes up, he sees the most stunning woman leaning over him with a damp cloth, Gently pressing it against his face. She smiles at him, and he swears he is in heaven.

"Thank God you are okay. Do you want some water?" She asks him, and his eyes widen.

This woman is his soulmate. He thought he would never find her. "It's you, my soulmate." He says, looking at her and awe and desire, With the smallest hint of obsession.

He sits up and takes her in a kiss. She gasps into the kiss. This is rather sudden. She had given up hope that she would ever meet her soulmate, and now he was kissing her. She does not know what to do… What does she do? She always dreamt of this day. Now here it is, and she is frozen in place.

"Mine~," Hanzo says, pulling away and resting her forehead against hers.

She looks into his eyes and sees the obsession. Fuck, she is so screwed.

(Hanzo's POV)

I thought I would never meet her, I had given up hope, but she was here. She is right in front of me. The first moment I saw her, I thought she was an angel. And she is an Angel, My Angel, my soulmate, mine. She is all mine, and I am never letting her go. I will take her back home, where we will get married and have the perfect life. I will make sure of it.

(This is just part one of how they met, and if you all want to see more, comment below. Also, yes, the reader can summon two blue dragons as well.)

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS got another part is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and if you want to see more tell me, and I will do my best to do it! Stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

[juvnvalen]

Nsfw ask could you do least to most to least likely to non-con with the overwatch men? If this ask makes any sense 😭

I think I get it!! :3 ty for the ask, I have one other I’m working on I’m just brain dead 🫶

Pairing: Male yandere(s) x Gender neutral s/o

Tw: Noncon, yandere themes, implied kidnapping?, all around unhealthy behaviors

Characters: Soldier 76, Reaper, Baptiste, Reinhardt, Baptiste, Lucio, Genji, Hanzo, Cassidy, Junkrat, Rammatra

Unlikely

♡ Baptiste: For Baptiste he needs more emotional closeness with his s/o than physical, he’s completely happy to wait until his s/o is ready.

♡ Lucio: Like Baptiste he wants an emotional connection to his s/o. Lucio is fine being in a relationship with no sexual intimacy, though he’d be completely ecstatic if you ever decided that’s something you wanted to do with him.

♡ Reinhardt: He’s a strong believer in chivalry, he wouldn’t dare try to be intimate with his s/o without their complete consent.

♡ Genji: He’d be patient in waiting for his s/o to be ready, Genji needs an emotional bond more than he requires sexual intimacy. There isn’t zero chance he wouldn’t, but more than likely he wouldn’t try anything until his s/o is ready.

♡ It really depends on which Hanzo we’re talking about. Young Hanzo would definitely, he’s brash and ambitious. Being the heir to the Shamada clan, and he’s take it as in insult if you were to do anything less that surrender yourself to him. Older Hanzo has come to peace with his past actions, and after the death of his brother he’s settled down a lot. He’d be willing to wait until you were ready, wanting it to be a meaningful experience for not only him but also his s/o.

♡ Rammatra: This one also depends on what his s/o is, varies based on if they’re an omnic or human. With an omnic s/o he’d see them as an equal, he’d be much more kind and considerate of their wants and feelings. With a human s/o they’d be more of a pet to him, he’d have no issue taking whatever he wanted from them whether or not they were willing.

♡ Junkrat: He isn’t very self aware when it comes to his obsession, he’s almost completely delusional about their relationship. To some extent he realizes you aren’t together, but he doesn’t care to let his thoughts linger on the fact. Jamison little issue with his s/o’s consent, he makes the act about them, he gets his fulfillment from it by giving rather than receiving.

♡ Soldier 76: Both prefall and current Jack would have little issue with it. He’s in a position of power, and you’re not, he’s a super soldier if he wants to he will. He’s learned not to hold onto guilt, so he won’t feel that for what he’s doing.

♡ Cassidy: He’s a very sex driven person, he can go a little while without it but he expects his s/o to give in to him eventually. His drinking is what leads to it most often, and his s/o can expect no aftercare from him once he’s done.

♡ Reaper: He’s a jealous and possessive person, even before the fall of Overwatch he has sadistic tendencies. Gabriel doesn’t need reciprocation from his s/o, not that he would enjoy it, he just doesn’t need it from them. While he’d be more rough in his Talon era it doesn’t mean he’d be much better before Overwatch’s fall.

Most Likely

♡ ♡

[yandereaffections]

Overwatch Masterlist

Jesse Mccree

Naga Jesse

Scary Movies + Male S/o

Werewolf Jesse

S/o always making him Food for when he returns 

Soft life HC

“Miss Honeys Escape Attempt” BEFORE

Male Dinner worker Teasing Mccree

Curvy S/o trying to lose weigh

“Miss Honey Escape Attempt” AFTER

S/o avoiding Jesse cause he shares the same name as their brother

Stalking a ex-MMA fighter

Animal Tamer S/o threatening Mccree with a Tiger

Attempting to poison Mccree

Stripper S/o

Harpy S/o broke her wing

Cuddly S/o

Tsundere Smol Chubby S/o

S/os got a fat ass

S/o with separation anxiety

Flustered Touch starved S/o

Gender neutral S/o not feeling good about their appearance  

S/o refusing to wear glasses cause they dont want to look at their captor

Sensitive s/o who crys alot

Dealing with S/os stalker

S/o trying to kill themselves with jesses gun when he threatens them

S/o whos good at the Knife game

Happy drunk S/o

Soft headcannons

Threatening jesse with his own gun

Cheering jesse up after a stressful day

Painting his weapon

S/o whos prone to accidents 

S/o screams “dad dont hurt me” when jesse attempts to kidnap them

Overwatch S/o who works with seduction and espionage 

claustrophobic s/o

Asking Jesse out on a date

Mermaid S/o

Confident s/o who gets flustered when they compliment them

Autistic S/o who stimms alot

Genji flirting with Mccrees S/o

Torture

Hanzo Shimada

Finding out S/os Pregnant

Witnessing Genjis Murder

Healer S/o

Punk/Goth S/o

S/o getting a nosebleed from watching Hanzo workout

Too Pure for this world S/o

S/o who can Heal with a kiss

Naga Hanzo

S/o whos Protective of Naga Hanzo

Naga S/o

Someone else taking advantage and leaving S/o to die

Creep trying to look underneath S/os Skirt

‘Stupid’ S/p

Vampire Hanzo with a S/o who faints when bloods taken

S/o with Chaotic Energy

Vampire Hanzo w/ Vampire Hunter S/o

People pleaser S/o ends up hurting themselves

Expressing affection in other ways besides cuddling

Dragon S/o

Finding Drunk S/o in a casino

S/o wearing a Choker with his name on it

Yandere S/o coming up to his door covered in blood

S/o whos fine with Yandere Tendencies 

S/o uncomfortable around her family

S/o begging for Mcdonalds

Dragons HC

Attractive yet Oblivious S/o

Sneaky S/o Surprise hugging him

Comforting S/o after failing a test

S/o terrified from something theyve seen

Sneaky S/o Surprising him, ends up moaning

Stopping from S/os rival sabatoging their Ice Skating Preformance

S/os scared of bugs

S/o caring everyone but themselves 

Expert insulting s/o

S/o threatening to kill the man who stole their dog

Poly Han/Jess with a S/o who threatens those who try to court them 

touch starved hesitant S/o

Naga S/o saying “snakes dont have a gag reflex”

Captive S/o refusing to take medicine for their migraine 

Insomniac S/o having to cuddle hanzo to fall alseep

Goblin S/o

Comforting Hanzo after a bad day

S/o dressing as the opposite gender to trick people

Smol S/o who wants to be crushed by hanzo

S/o getting ready to fight cause they heard genji on the roof

Dragons biting hanzo when he tries to touch S/o

S/o whos pregnant with triplets 

Bodybuilder s/o

After sex cuddles 

S/o who already has a kid

S/o whos hazy with little to no sleep

Homeless S/o who making their living off of street performances 

Genji Shimada

Scared S/o will get hurt during a mission

Pissed off S/o

Gore + Torture TW

Vampire Genji

Silly S/o who could Surprise gengi

S/o making a book all about their love for him

Crush falling asleep on his lap

Comforting S/o out of their previous relationship

S/os whos dramatic for attention

Sticking a dozen valentines stickers on his metal body

Blind S/o

Yokai S/o

Washed up Mermaid S/o

Curvy Confident S/o 

Getting a weapon maker S/o attention

Cute S/o who attracts bugs and scary animals

Sharpshooter s/o joining overwatch just to spend more time with genji

Unpredictable angry s/o

Roadhog

Petite S/o

Junkrat

Headcannons

Clingy S/o

Sick S/o

Reaper

Werewolf Reaper

Werewolf + Vampire Hybrid Reaper

House wife S/o

Waitress Crush

Scary movies

Halloween Date

Reinhardt

Headcannons

‘Big Dumbass Energy’ S/o

Werewolf S/o who turns out to transform into a puppy

Medic s/o

Overwatch receptionist S/o

Widowmaker

Advancing towards a Enemy S/o

Mercy

Spoiling S/o

Poly mercy/sombra w/ defiant s/o

Headcannons

Moria

S/o that works with Moria

Sombra

Poly mercy/sombra w/ defiant s/o 

D.VA

Pro gamer crush taking her #1 spot

Brigitte

Headcannons (female reader)

Lucio

Headcannons

Soldier 76

S/o wearing a lolita dress (male reader)

Ana Amari

“Isn’t this better―you not fighting me for once?”

Poly Mchanzo

Poly Han/Jess with a S/o who threatens those who try to court them 

Jesse Mccree

Spanking S/o and having them wear lingerie 

S/o whos embarrassed cause theyre quick to cum 

Orgasm control & Mirror Kink w/ Male S/o 

Hanzo

Getting handsy in a store out of jealousy NS FW-ish

Getting hanzo to wear lingerie 

Briggit

Loving her muscles NS FW

[pumpkin-pi-e]

Yanderes Aizawa, Hanzo, McCree, and Toji like to pretend you don't know what your clit is for.

I Ain't As Good As I Once Was

“This is your pussy. This is your pretty little pussy. You might have touched her before, but I’ll teach you how to spoil her.”

God, I love sad older men.

Content Warnings: forced cunnilingus (female receiving), overstimulation (female), c*mming in pants, fingering, kidnapping themes, self-flagellation (Hanzo), worship (Hanzo), dirty talk, mommy kink (Toji), implied gambling addiction, your implied age is -26 (Toji), Age gap, neglect on account of gambling addiction, breeding kink, pregnancy talk, (Toji) forced pregnancy? (Toji), dubious consent (Toji)

Not recommended for those under eighteen.

You try and touch yourself to show that you know how to make yourself cum. You've been doing this for years.

Aizawa

Aizawa swats your hand. No, no. You won't do it properly. You won't do it until you shake, cry, and run down your thighs. But he will. He won't overstimulate you if you don't want him to. He will work you through your orgasm, though. No matter how much you claw, beg, and squirm. You'd wanted to get off, and Aizawa will ensure you get every last bit out of this. He'll make sure you come in his mouth, make sure your cum slides down his chin. No matter how angry you are at yourself. No matter how hurt you feel. He can be tender—can make those thighs burn and those tits jiggle in a way you can't. "This is your clit, sweet girl. I'm gonna make it purr for you."

The last remains of his words drive into your ears as his mouth finds yours. The finger in your panties swept back and forth over the smooth, leathery skin of your clit the way a slow tide would swathe and flee a shoreline.

"Nn!" Fizzy pleasure bloomed in warm, scattered waves throughout your pelvis. You twitch forward the slightest amount, subtly humping yourself into a breathy, whining mess. "'s not a cat."

Aizawa draws a lazy circle around its sensitive edges, and your thoughts water.

"It can't—" Ah! "—caaan't purr." Your voice curled. It rose and wavered like a tilde symbol—building high and going all melted butter toward the end as you lurch into the wonderful crest of good he inspired. Your hips obeyed the spasms in your tummy and curled without decision or thought.

"It already is." It's practically vibrating. Singing.

"Can't you feel her purring?" Aizawa made the most agonizing, thigh-shuddering passes over your clit. You arch, arch (uhn, God!), arrrrrrrch into each one. Your clit is ringing, purring.

"Kitty's melting in my hand." She's really showing out for attention, wetting and trickling down his palm. Your small cravings are his responsibility, as were all your larger needs. He's your provider and caretaker. You rely on him for everything else, so why not this? When are you going to learn that Daddy does it better? He can satisfy them better than you ever could.

"Don't—don't call it that."

"But it purrs."

Oh! Oh, oh! It—it—oh, please, god, oh. He's using his nails, teeth, whatever he has. Aizawa sucks a bruise right into your neck. You shiver, squeal, and wriggle. How could a neck be this sensitive?

Aizawa doesn't budge. His heart thumps as you push at him, half-hearted. Enamored with any short amount of contact, Aizawa hums. You twist away from that, too, the sensation foreign on your skin. Aizawa takes a deep huff of your neck (your scent) and falls onto you like a dead weight. The new position traps his hand down the front of your panties and you underneath him.

"If it purrs, then it's a kitty. This cute kitty makes you a queen. And a purring queen means it's time for a litter." He's still working on you—working your clit and mons. You're soaking. You're hot. You arch into his hands, desperate, nearly out of your mind.

"Why do you have to be such a kinky bastard?"

"Because you like it." His stubble scrapes against your neck. Aizawa does it often, notably during 'quiet moments,' so you'll familiarize the sensation with safety.

Or so you suspect.

The brambly term of affection came often, but from what you gathered, it reserved itself for special occasions (you're convinced he stole it from his cats). When cramps left you withered and spent, Aizawa lifted you from the lonely little corner you'd carved for yourself underneath the kotatsu and reoriented you onto his lap for something to lean on—something to wring your grief into, should you need it. Shouta said he could take it—that he wouldn't mind—and had the scars to prove it, namely, the one beneath his eye. It was hard to argue in the face of something so tangible. Yet, it left a sour feeling of worms in your gut.

You're in pain. You don't want to be pain for someone else. You don't want to hurt him—he's never hurt you.

Just because he can doesn't mean he should.

He's pushing you forward, wanting you on your knees. "Because it gets your kitty panting."

It vibrated.

"W-who said I liked it?" Your tummy tremors and sweats as his fingers trace those hidden valleys.

"She did." Aizawa dove in for a quick, lascivious kiss. "She purred so sweetly." He lapped at your clit, hot and moist and delicious. "It must be love."

Calls your vagina 'kitty.'

He talks to it (which perturbs and delights you to no end). Cum for me, kitty. Isn't Daddy treating you nicely?

You know in your soul you aren't the 'kitty' he's referring to. Aizawa only called you kitty when you were topping. He had a habit of going into a deep mantra whenever you did. "Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty..." Aizawa sighed under his breath, sometimes moaned, and others thinly whined as you rode him and as he watched through sexed eyes progressively getting lower and lower until they would eventually close. He'd seize shortly after. And if you didn't stop, Aizawa gasped it (half-heartedly attempting to shuffle out from under you, gently pushing at your coasting thighs with jittery palms. Outside of that, you were 'kitten.'

When she obeys, Aizawa gives her kisses and licks—so many that you'd stammer and beg him to stop. He attacks with fervor, and with your weak-kneed body, he pins you there, grunts, and gives you mouthfuls of his tongue, which leads you to beg, this time more openly.

Aizawa repeatedly kissed the top of your vulva, where your clit lay beyond its folds. Such an obedient kitty. —kiss— Such a perfect darling. So good. —kiss— So perfect.

He doesn't torture you for too long. Aizawa (generally) won't overstimulate you unless you want him to. He'll even apologize. He just had to give his kitty her due.

The guiltiest (second to Toji) in pretending you're too naive and innocent to know what your clit is for, let alone how to use it. He'll smack your hand away (reawakening memories of your father swatting your chubby little hands when they had something they shouldn't).

You can insist you know what you're doing, and he'll insist you don't.

"Feel these?" You touch your outer labia. Aizawa's hand is over yours, guiding it. "These are your pretty lips." Gummy, soft, and perfect for his teeth. He'd use them for pillows if you'd let him. You wouldn't, though. There's no way Aizawa could get close enough to smell you without getting a taste.

"They'd look prettier curing my insomnia." In other words, he's telling you to ride him until he passes out, or rather, throwing out an invitation. Your lips have erased his dry eye and lifted his depression. Simply gorgeous.

"How would I..." How could your vaginal lips cure someone's depression?

"Simple," He's against your ear. His hair gave you shivers as it fanned your neck. "You sit on my face," Together, your hands rode parted lips. They kneaded love into your skin that settled in your ovaries. "and rut." Your hips went forward with a gasp, unexpected and on cue. No matter the situation, Aizawa never failed to sound like a college professor three years away from retirement. He speaks to you as he would his colleagues and students. There is no bedroom voice, growl, or husk other than his natural warmth—warmth that made you swallow from the very lips he made you touch. Made you restless on his lap.

"If you knead them gently," he says, "they'll make you feel nice." Your knees knock when Aizawa focuses on the entrance hidden in your labia, circling it. "But not as nice as this," Aizawa pats your pussy, sending ripples through your body.

Slap!

Something liquid-warm fires across your hipbones, following a path up your spine, reminding you of when Aizawa kissed you. You call his name in a panic. What is this, and why is it delicious? Unadulterated joy tore through you like a storm in Texas-May. It stole your tongue, and the thoughts it couldn't finish—stole the bones from your body. The ache reverberating in your core was a flash-bang replacing everything but Shouta's name with bright white. It rang like a bell from the ovaries out, telling the rest of your body it was in love. It scares you. "Shouta—"

Slap!

"You're alright, pretty. You're going to be a big girl and cum, that's all."

Slap!

Oh, God.

"Intense, isn't it?" His chin sits in the crook of your neck. Aizawa watched you stutter after his hand and gently convulse.

Slap!

Your body hums like a Ford Mustang at a stop light. It lurched into each tap—tipping over the crosswalk markings in the concrete, eager and desperate for him to take you over the edge. Nervous foot on the petal, it waited for green.

"Come on, pretty girl. Almost there."

Slap!

Your thighs snap shut. Pleasure so soft and sweet spreads throughout your body. The ache becomes ecstasy, and the guilt becomes glee. It swells and sways like storm clouds in New Orleans, easily hitting your lungs and filling you with the finest summer rain.

Did you think for a second Aizawa wouldn't praise you? "Yes, kitten. Yes, kitty." He's agreeing with all your sobbed gibberish, rubbing you out because he knows you won't. His finger is hard on your clit when you buck and shimmy to escape the rush—the pleasure that won't stop knocking. Again, he won't take you past what you can handle, but you're riding that coaster to the end: no stops or pauses. You're getting every single clench, every tooth-chattering, leg-shaking, hip-raising flood of absolute 'God, yes,' that follows.

Aizawa was a decent man—was. It's wrong. It goes against every code, the oath he'd taken with the acceptance of his license. He made excuses for the inexcusable. Every day he went out and fought for freedom while ignoring yours. Swift on his legs when avenging the cries of the innocent, Shouta let yours fall on deaf ears.

Hanzo

Hnng. But forced cunnilingus. Dubcon, only because you're overstimulated, and Hanzo is stubborn. If you haven't squirted, he hasn't done his job. He had his pride as a man to uphold.

Hanzo raises your hand to his lips. He kisses it, clasps it, and restrains it to the bed. "Let me tend to you. So long as you warm my bed, you won't lift a finger." He kissed your neck and collarbone. "Not for your pleasure," Hanzo gently spread your labia. "Not for mine. This time it is for you, my queen."

A shiver runs down your spine. Your mind fills itself with visions of Hanzo taking you. He never has—claimed he could never 'defile' you. That didn't stop him from fingering your clit, drawing you to orgasm, or turning you into a mess of nerve endings.

"You are divine." You're a gift from the gods. Hanzo prayed they would keep him from succumbing to temptation, but it was useless. He had never been able to resist a challenge, and this time would be no different. His prayers didn't stop his cock from sliding against his expensive sheets, wishing it were your body his seed had coated, giving the legacy he'd spent a lifetime chasing.

His queen enjoyed testing him, denying him his duty as a husband. Why trouble yourself with matters such as these when he is so capable? He had solved many puzzles and navigated treacherous waters with ease, yet she seemed to think his skills were limited to a bow and arrow. Do you truly believe he cannot satisfy your needs?

Hanzo fondled your clitoris. "This is a husband's duty."

He moved down between your thighs.

"This is a wife's duty." He said as you whimpered. "To moan as a man pleasures you. To lie back and know your body is in his hands. To take your pleasure and offer your own." His tongue found you. You writhed against the bed, unable to stop your body's rhythm from matching his tongue's motions.

"Allow me." Hanzo touched your clit the way you'd tried to, his tongue deep in your core.

You wouldn't know the first thing about settling your body's aches. That was Hanzo's business. Your hands need only grab onto his hair when it all becomes too much for you.

Hanzo is skilled with a tongue, with a cock, with a razor-edged sword.

"Let me tend to what is mine."

Hanzo kisses your thighs, thighs that a man has never kissed. Thighs that tremble and shake so terribly you fear for your health. You can't breathe. Your heart is pounding, and you feel your mind slipping away. Colors bleed into the corner of your vision, static and buzzing like an old TV.

But Hanzo keeps kissing, licking. Your thoughts slur, and your tongue is no better.

'an...H-han.. c'n.. cn't... Your eyes roll—your back arches. Tears run into your hairline; Hanzo tightens his grip on your hand as your other one blindly scrabbles at his bedsheets. "H-han! Z-z—Oh, my God..." A wash of electricity ravaged your body. Pleasure so raw and sweet your voice croaks out hoarsely, love pouring from your lips in a flood of passionate syllables.

His grasp remains firm as you jerk into his waiting tongue. You try not to. You try and fight your body's natural curl toward the very thing bathing it in pleasure—foolish woman. Hanzo tongued harder and doubled his hold to keep you pinned throughout your cries and gurgles.

Cry for me, my Goddess, my queen, so I may worship you harder. Seek my hand if you are overwhelmed. Cling to me. I promise to be your source of strength and comfort. Security is the least of a husband's duties. Make me strive for the breath of freedom, then deny it to me all at once. Show me with cries that I am worthy, yet prove with the heat in your thighs that I am nothing.

Unable to praise you to the extent he'd like, Hanzo returned your moans from deep between your clenched thighs. He licks harder and faster, and he just isn't stopping. You deserve all this and more—to drown in your own wet and swallow hard enough to see heaven.

So beautiful. —Lick— So generous to me, my queen.

Your body is a waterfall that Hanzo would happily kneel underneath. Hanzo was no Buddhist, but he believed you could purify his wretched soul. In you, he'd find redemption. Your heat could make a blind man see. Surely, it could cleanse the stain of his past.

No matter how many passes his tongue made, you had more to give.

You scratch his sheets, and Hanzo has never been so jealous. The skin of his back tingles at the mere thought of hovering above you, thrusting into you - warm, soft, and perfect as you carve into his back and warm his ear with your crying breaths.

You can feel your breath swelling, becoming a low chant of pleasure as Hanzo continues to lap at the valley between your hips. Hanzo rewards your pussy for each hungry gulp as it comes and comes and comes by flicking his tongue over its pounding entrance. Wildly twitching, it swallowed deep and hungry—a trail of wet escaped. Hanzo licked that too.

"Can't… Hanzo, can't…." You reach out desperately for the headboard, using the bed covers to help propel you forward. When this failed, you mustered all of your strength and used your core to drive yourself forward, shoving his head with a surprising force. With each attempt, you inched closer and closer toward freedom.

His hand grabs at your waist, pulling you towards him as he licks and sucks. You can feel yourself trembling on the edge of something big—an adventure you aren't ready to take.

Hanzo watches you above your knees; he looks you in the eyes as you gasp and wheeze. You plead, and the archer licks your outer lips. Hanzo sucks your clit, hums. Your words gargle in the back of your throat.

The hand in his hair turns into a fist. Hanzo moaned.

At some point, he mumbled in your folds, snippets of "goddess" and "queen" as his hips repeatedly struck the mattress. The groans he's making have your ovaries flushing, your cunt fluttering. Hanzo's panting by the end, but he doesn't stop licking.

Hanzo, for all his dignity and grace, wants you to put him on his knees. Make him work and beg for air. Then, smother him.

Can you imagine Hanzo pinning you to the bed, claiming he's wronged you and needs to atone? You can scream that you forgive him, that it's unnecessary, but he won't accept it. What good is forgiveness if he doesn't earn it?

Or, he goes down on you before every Overwatch mission to "strengthen his mind and body" to better prepare.

"H-Hanzo. Why—" You bit your finger to keep from moaning (squirming). You don't need any bruises. Your hips still bear the thick shape of his fingers.

"Why not just—ah!—just train more?"

"You are the only meditation I need."

Hanzo’s bed once filled itself with women from all walks of Asia. Sojiro filled his bed with women from all walks of Asia. Differing accents, differing traditions. Same economic status. None of them would have been good enough for his father. The thirst for an heir may not have originally been his own, but the need still burned beneath his painted skin. The dragons grew restless, for Hanzo’s desire was their own. The dragon lord had never truly given up on his future children.

Unconsciously plays into your worship kink

Step on him

Physically a virgin, spiritually a whore

Not inexperienced, per se. The terms by which Hanzo lost his virtue weren't his own, so Hanzo ignored them.

Vanilla in theory and theory alone. Missionary, no anal. Ever. But he'd clean his spend from your 'temple' (inside and out) in gratitude and penance. First, for deeming him worthy of such a privilege. Second, for dirtying you and finishing without your consent.

He's kneeled at your feet, kissing them and offering his sacrifice.

It's all amusement and spectacle until he asks what punishment you deem suitable for his transgression.

Is he serious? You came three times in the last forty minutes.

You should be at his feet. You could never cum like that on your own.

Hanzo decides for you

You're shuffling off the bed when he reaches for his bow

He expects you to use honorifics after his name. You are his wife, and he is your husband. You must address him with respect.

Call him 'lord Hanzo' in jest, and the archer closes in on himself. Memories of a life he'd long abandoned close in on all sides. He kindly asks that you don't tease him in such ways. You know nothing of his past. Hanzo doesn't blame you for his reaction to your words; you only meant to play with him, as a wife should. Humor, and not ridicule. (Not that he thought himself undeserving of it. If a divine creature decided he needed humbling, who was he to feel any different?

Hanzo shies from titles that place him above you, "master, King, God, etc."

Jesse McCree

"Now," Jesse stood with his hands resting on his belt, the light from its buckle glinting off into your eyes and reflecting the terror you felt. His hips tilt to one side as he observes you silently. "Why doncha tell me again what you were hopin' to accomplish with them tiny little hands o' yours."

Panic flashed in your eyes because Jesse widened his stance and raised his hands.

You still scramble further up the bed.

"Nah, ya ain't in trouble," Jesse said as he removed his hat and tossed it on the side of your dresser. Always mindful of Ma's etiquette lessons, Jesse knew better than to enter a lady's room wearing his hat. Was impolite. You don't enter a lady's room 'less you come naked. "Pity she didn't teach me to knock," he added with a smile.

Confusion twisted your features. Jesse often said things that you weren't sure how to interpret.

His slow smile told you he was a man looking out after his own. It made your heart beat faster. He wasn't here to hurt you.

"Just show Uncle Jesse what you were up to 'fore I came in." He moved closer, the bed frame squeaking beneath his boots. "Lemme see what you got," he said. Jesse reached out, and you flinched.

But his hands only brushed a finger across your cheek, pushing away a strand of hair. "Ya got somethin' special in those hands," he said gently as his fingers pressed against your skin.

You become aware of the hands covering your modesty. You glance at your bare thighs out of habit when Jesse references the heat between them.

"Come on now, don't get all bashful," He said before you could try to hide under the blankets. You had a way of scurrying off like a little mole whenever he teased you too much. Shy, sweet, and gentle. He could eat you up for days.

"Show me how ya touch 'er when you're all alone."

You pull your cami over your thighs to deter those mocha-brown eyes. Jesse raised a brow that was just as dark. "Ya ain't got nothin' to hide, girl. I already seen it all." He said. Good-natured, southern charm oozed from his every sentence. Yet, you still felt like you were standing in the principal's office and caught doing something wrong.

But Jesse smiled as though what he said was meant to make you feel better. He leaned down, kissing your forehead as if it were the world's most natural thing.

"I'm… I'm loud.." Your knees draw together.

His smile was lopsided. "Good thing all the gunfire and explosions drown out hearing." He said, referencing the hearing aids he wore in his ears.

Did you think a little thing like that would ever be a problem? Bless your sweet little heart.

You weren't sure what to say. 'I'm sorry?' Would he think you're pitying him?

But he just let out a chuckle and shook his head. "Don't sweat it, sugar." A large palm ruffled your hair affectionately. "Now, why don't you show Uncle Jess what you were playin' with?" He asked again, his voice a little more playful this time.

"You..you really can't hear?" You fidgeted with the hem of your cami, not wanting to make eye contact.

His grin widened, "Not a thing." Jessie lied. "I'll even take 'em out if ya want." He started to take off his hearing aids, but you stopped him.

"No, no! That's... That's not necessary." You said quickly.

"Well, alright then." He said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"How's 'bout you let this old cowboy have that weapon yer holdin'?"

Weapon?

"Oh, she's lethal." Jesse winced playfully. "One could take out a man if it's aimed properly."

"She?" You asked, curious.

Jesse held back the brunt of his laughter. "Yer pussy, sugar. It's a she."

Your expression has him losing his composure. He had the courtesy to turn away and chuckle. The insult on your face had him in stitches.

"Well, shoot." He said after a while, finally managing to compose himself. "I ain't mean to make no fun of ya. Just thought you'd like to know your kitty got a name."

Your body ran hot, and your heart thumped against your chest. You can't believe how Jesse made you feel with just a few words and one little joke. You could see the mischievous glint in his eyes and knew he would make you squirm again.

"Respectfully, I'm gonna need to see those hands of yours." He said, that same southern gentleness in his voice like before.

Jesse whistled as your hands lifted, low and appreciative.

"I'll be damned..." You're sweet enough to top his apple pie. If he had it, Jesse would've held his hat to his chest; those thighs could carry him through the Arizona desert.

"You can take my breath away any day," Jesse said with a grin. He drank those thighs ten times over before they'd self-consciously shut. He was drunk on you as he was on moonshine.

"Hands back on your holster. Show me how you use it."

With his boot planted firmly on the mattress, brown eyes staring you down, you touched yourself. You'd jumped at the first brush of a hesitant finger against the peach fuzz clothing your mons—prickly and on its way to growing—cold fingers startling skin that hardly ever felt a temperature change. You've never been more thankful for those stubborn hairs that always grew back despite your best efforts. It offered a level of decency—privacy—during a private act made public. You map your vulva, getting a feel for it. Your legs spread as you become more comfortable with the movements and sensations that kiss you nightly when the house is sleep—as comfortable as you could be with a man like Jesse McCree looming over you.

You were very aware of him—his presence, his smell. You could feel him in your veins as you touched yourself, and he watched. He dared not move a muscle lest it scared you off.

The situation might be foreign, but the sweetness in your abdomen isn't. The toe-curling warmth made you want to rock and hum into its beautiful calm. It took the stress out of a very stressful situation. How odd to find yourself tense in the middle of your go-to stress relief.

You moved with clinical precision, not for pleasure but to show Jesse you weren't helpless. You felt like the Tin Man—joints stiff, robotic, and locking together when thoughts of what you were doing and in front of whom caught up to you. The need to defend yourself from any infantilism oiled them and kept them going. Your breath gets heavier as the pleasure builds inside of you, regardless.

Could you even cum like this?

Doubtful.

There wasn't anything too exciting about tracing up and down your lips, still wet from the 'exercise,' Jesse interrupted. Your clit still pulsed despite cologne tickling your nose like spice (or maybe because of it).

He was so close.

With the scent of tobacco and leather on his clothes, Jesse Mccree had your undivided attention. You can't look at him, but the thought of staring into those deep brown eyes while you circled your clit and cried the prettiest you could make you swallow down below. Your clit throbs, and you massage it before you can stop yourself. You play with the hood, fragile and unsure. It isn't enough, but you don't want to appear indecent. God, if only you could throw open your legs and—

"That ain't how ya do it. Touchin' 'er like that, bet you don't even know what she's called."

Of course, you do. It's a vagina. Not a 'her,' not a 'she.' You told him so.

"Aw, now. You'll hurt 'er feelings. Tell me what you call 'er, darl.'"

"It… it's my vagina." You emphasize the word 'it.'

Jesse shook his head. Shoulda knew you'd call 'er somethin' dull and childish.

"Move aside, sugar." Jesse motioned for you to stand. A cigarillo was all that was needed to complete the toothy grin as he sat, cybernetic hand hitting his thigh. "Come sit on Papa's lap. He's gon' show ya what she's for. How to touch 'er."

You stood uncertain before him, blanket held to your sex. The red fabric pooled between your legs and onto the floor.

"I don't bite, sugar." He said. It's the softest you'd ever heard him.

Your lips thin to a pensive line.

This is a bad idea. But the prospect of this man sipping you like he did his whiskey was thrilling.

You look past him toward his hat on the dresser, and the blanket drops. So do Jesse's eyes. But that grin? It stretches to something boyish, handsome, and white. He savors, just as you'd hoped; he savored himself so fully your legs ache to cross over each other. He's fixated on your vagina. You hope he can't see it swallow.

"This is your little pussy." Jesse spread you open with two fingers. You squirm on his thick thighs. He's mountainous and warm against your back; you hardly cover two-thirds of his broad chest. He must spray cologne directly on it. Woodsy Pine and Old Spice took you to a campfire with marshmallows and Southern folklore. You don't think about the chestnut hairs peeking out of his flannel. You can't. You'll die.

"This is your pretty little pussy." He rubbed your fatty, wet lips with four fingers—rough and widened in a V-shape.

Your vag—your pussy clenches, tingly.

"You may have touched 'er before," He swiped your clit side-to-side, hitting nerve endings that had you bucking on his tan, human finger. "but I'll teach you how to spoil 'er." He dipped one deep inside.

"And fill 'er up."

Your cries are as helpless as your hips as they help him fuck your pussy open. He stretches her so good you can't recall when you began referring to her as a she. You fuck yourself on his fingers until pleasure gushes from your cunt.

An involuntary gasp escapes your lips as he collects his first load in his fingers. You're there.

"You wanna cum, and I can make it happen, sugar." Jesse held you as you shook. Robotic arm slung over your waist, he let you use his finger to draw out your end. He pumped into you occasionally—lazy and matching your weakening thrusts.

"Ain't nothin' wrong with bein' greedy. Uncle Jesse will let ya have seconds if ya want 'em."

You just keep goin', doncha? You're a lil fighter—pushin' those shuddery hips forward even as you gasp and choke.

Ya weren't lyin'. Yer loud. Not in a cutesy way, either. You're raw, unapologetic.

Jesse loves it.

Nothin' worse than a woman who does all that dainty shit.

You cried so long and hard your voice tapered into a husk.

"These fingers were made for women. Made for touchin' 'em." Any internalized shame blew in the wind when Jesse used his thumb to swipe your sensitive clit. You groan like a cavewoman. Guttural, primal.

"Made for makin' 'em come. You gonna come for me again?"

You're already trembling, unable to get your tongue working as you tighten on his fingers.

"There ya go, sugar. Cum like I'm gettin' it in. Goin' six inches deep and cummin' hard on 'er lips." Jesse pumped his fingers deep again as you began panting, panicking—he was insistent on getting you off—a knot of orgasm tightened in your waist until you snapped like a whip against your backside and seized.

"Ain't nothing wrong with cryin'."

You can't stop shaking. Crying. Tears fall off your chin, and you don't know where they came from. At this moment, you're a helpless baby—wailing and hoping he understands. You need him to fuck the soul from your body. You need him to stop.

"I've got somethin' of a confession," Mccree said, his drawl thickening with each syllable. The thumb on your clit sent his words through one ear and out the other. He's knuckle-deep in your cunt and seated near your pleasure spot as he slowly curls into it. You curl with him, hot and whining.

"I may be aurally challenged, but I can still hear you, sugar." You're drooling in every figurative sense—mentally and emotionally sloshed from the pump of his heavy fingers. "Every time you whisper my name at night." He said, his tone low and warm.

Your thighs clamp around his hand.

Fiery shame swept like lava and left coals on your chest, leaving you with prickly, uncomfortable goosebumps.

Oh, now we can't have that.

You've stopped chasing his hand, chasin' that release you'd wanted so bad.

A gentleman, Jesse puts in enough work for both of you. If you aren't meetin' him, he'll have to try that much harder, won't 'e?

God, what would your family think? They'd shun you. Getting off to thoughts of your captor's big, impossibly wide hands instead of biting them.

This needs to stop.

Oh, but you can't. You're grinding on his finger again, helpless to stop. It's so good. It's too fucking good.

"That's it. Get it, sugar." Jesse starts flying in and out of your thighs. Something coughs from your throat like a drowned victim spitting up water. You grab his wrist for stability and don't make it halfway around.

"That's what I like to fuckin' see," Jesse growled.

Fuck it. You'd let him pull your panties aside and cream your pussy right there on your bed with your family in the doorway for them to see every desperate clench it made, each spasm in the base of his cock as it emptied inside their precious daughter, sister, and loved one. They could watch the conception of their grandchild and niece/nephew for all you care.

"Jesse! Oh god. Feels good!"

"Sounds even better up close." Mccree chuckled. Breathy, strained. As if it'd come through gritted teeth. His cock pressed into your ass—hard and hot. He made no attempts to relieve it.

"You come to Uncle Jesse when your pussy needs some lovin', ya hear?"

He pulled out, leaving you so, so empty.

You quickly nodded. No, no. Please put it back! He'd stopped touching your clit.

Jesse doesn't leave you empty much longer now that he has an answer. "You let ol' Jess handle it. I'll give the lil lady what she wants."

You're too damn polite. Callin' 'im 'sir.' He ain't no 'sir.' Jesse would tell you to stop if he ain't like it so much.

He pretends to hate it, gives you grief about it, but let you come 'round askin' for somethin'. Jesse stops you mid-sentence and tells you to call 'im that thing he likes.

"Come on, honey. You'll make me feel old."

Your name might as well be 'pretty.'

"C'mere, pretty. Wanna show ya somethin' real quick."

Toji Fushiguro

It's one of those days.

Toji stood in your doorway, an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth. He had a can of beer in his left hand and a race ticket in the other. You should be happy to see him. There's no milk, and your stomach could grow teeth and devour. Your heart drops instead. The paper had as many wrinkles as a white shirt straight from the dryer. Crumpled, meaning he'd lost. The one Toji wore was stretched and spent. He hadn't come home last night. A sour odor of alcohol told you why. Toji celebrated his losing streaks with bottles of sake at the bar. Usually, he'd be out looking for a job to 'make up what he lost,' as he'd always promised.

The hunt must've been unsuccessful if he had been back so soon.

Toji was bitter before he'd even come in the door. Catching you with your fingers in your pajama pants put him over the edge.

"What ya doin' touchin' what's mine?"

Toji scoffed when you continued giving him that owlish stare.

"Y'think I'm good for nothin', dont'cha." His posture remains loose and bored, his tone detached. The slip crinkled in his balled fist.

This isn't going to end well.

"Of course no—"

"You ain't gotta lie, Seven."

Toji was more superstitious than met the eye. He set you up in his home like a Maneki-Neko for good luck and fortune, laughable.

You aren't lucky. Trouble raced after you like tin cans on an exhaust pipe, with your situation to prove it.

Trouble stepped further into your room—swept across your floor like tumbleweed, kicking the ground with every slow, drunken step. Trouble knelt on your bed, knocked your plushies off to the side, and snatched your arm when you scurried.

"Y'think I'm a deadbeat." Trouble pulled you under him and ripped your pajamas off your hurling legs. His triceps bulged beneath his tee as his hips rolled into your cunt, wet and bare. He held you still to take each stubborn, mouth-watering rut. "Think I can't take care of ya anymore."

Toji's still beating the headboard into the wall as you quake around his thighs. Frantic hands tear at his upper back, tugging his shirt for him to go harder despite the worrying cracks and splinters of wood.

"'m gon' prove you wrong." Toji put his weight on his elbows and fucked you like he meant it. He'd buck forward and knock your eyes to your skull.

'God, yes,' is all you can think as he presses you into the mattress and shoves into you until you can't get air. 'More, more, more.'

"Gonna make you cum so hard you wet yourself," he growled in your ear. "Gonna make you scream and cry." And he did.

"Oh God, Toji!"

Toji rabbits at the first sign of tears. "I'm gonna fuck you right to hell."'

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God, oh—uhn!"

Spleck!

Your thighs squeeze and judder into his cock. Wetness dribbles past your lips regardless of how tightly you clench your legs. You cum hard—the spasms in your cunt deep and violent. So fucking slutty and messy.

"God!" The word tore from your throat in a ragged sob. Feral. Hysterical.

There's no way you should clamp this fiercely. It's been so long Toji let you tighten up. He needed to stretch you back out. This pussy should be loose and sticky always. A constant fullness to fill the pangs and help you forget your troubles.

You wanna be fucked.

You wanna be bred.

"A little girl like you don't know what you're doin'." Toji got between your thighs and licked you from slick perineum to juicy clit.

"Says you." In your head, you're pushing his face deeper into your sex, hand in his hair as you grind on his tongue. 'Show me, baby; show me. Show me what I'm too stupid to do.'

Toji eats you alive.

His fingers brush up your bum while he tongues you into orgasm. Toji piles your juices on his fingers and licks them clean, again and again.

"Lookit how excited she gets." Toji rests on his knees. The crotch of his sweatpants is a darker shade of black and damp from your sex.

"She can't quit talkin'." Spasming, spitting, and wetting.

His cock is visible, sitting on his lower left thigh, right above his knee. A footpath of the same dark shade runs down his left pant leg.

Did he cum? Did he cum just from eating you out? Was that fat, ruddy cockhead drooling over the very hint of your sex when he'd rutted against you before?

There's something so primal about him kneeling over you, your juices on his tongue, his cock jutting out so proudly, hung like a horse between your thighs. It makes you aware of just how filthy this whole act is, how raw.

You can smell yourself on him, and your legs self-consciously close.

"Still think you know how to get this pussy to clamp as she should?" Toji's voice was low and gruff.

"No." You whimpered.

"Then why the fuck are you playing with my clit?"

"I wasn't playing with it! I was just..."

"You won't even squeeze your thighs together without askin' when I'm finished," his lips close around your clit.

Toji licks every slippery skin fold and nibbles your clit until it's throbbing. You fuck his mouth with your hips, desperate. You reach deep, guttural tones no woman should.

Would nut if you called him 'sir.'

Call him 'sir,' and he'll call you 'ma'am.' Especially in bed. It's shamelessly kinky, given the age gap between you. Might just call you mommy if you're okay with it. You're still under your parent's insurance and barely have a driver's license. Your wisdom teeth haven't come in, and here this forty-year-old man was calling you mommy.

And if you are? Agreeable with it, that is? Toji does his best to make you one.

He missed out on Megumi. Thoughts of another child hadn't crossed his mind until he was deep in your green, twenty-something pussy calling you mommy in that aged murmur.

You love everything he's saying. "Gon' fuck a baby into your teenage pussy—get you pregnant." Toji liked to poke at your age. He'd call you a teenager when you're particularly difficult. Little girls can't talk to me like that. Those nights remained the same. Toji fucked you on the floor and bred you until you couldn't speak. Cum ran from your entrance in a thin, constant stream. Milky, thick-flowing, and filthy. You just need some good lovin'; that's all it is—needed attention. You didn't know how to ask for it without pitchin' a fit like a child.

Make-up sex where he'd hold your hands as your thighs shook. Toji made up for leaving the cabinets empty by leaving your thoughts emptier. Cramming you six inches full of excess and relief, Toji filled you over and over until debt became greed. He's slow, thorough—men his age typically were. Toji was no boy. Wasn't in no hurry to finish. Thrusting between your hips, deep and thick in your cunt and inches from your face, Toji murmured, "'m gon' set it right."

You love what he's saying so much your appreciation lands on the base of his cock and lower abdomen as you squirt. "Dirty little girl. Dirty teenage pussy, begging for her senpai's cum." He burns right through your chest.

The words, "What are you going to do about it?" sit on your tongue.

"Gonna breed that pussy good. Gon' get you pregnant. Get you knocked up." Toji tugs your legs up higher, pulling you into his body as he snaps his hips. He thrusts into you, quick and hard.

Give it to me, give it to me. Put a baby in me. Oh, God, fuck me!

"Pussy'll be so sweet with my cum between those pretty, swollen lips. Might just eat it. Might have to. Might be all the sugar I need."

Muscles jump in your lower belly. Toji grinned above you, rotten, when your pussy quivered. Toji is feral when he gets his face between your legs, unlike any man you've met. The enthusiasm for your pleasure as he dug, sucked, licked, and scraped with his tongue (all while his right hand held your slippery cunt open for him to discipline and drink down) was primal and terrifying. It had you there in minutes. He had no direction, no idea, and no technique. All he had was the hell-driven desire to please you—make you come fast and hard 'many times as he could before his tongue gave out.

Every little thing you told him to do. That's all he had. You asked for more, and he gave it. You tell him to scratch that itch between your thighs, and he knows exactly what that means—squeezing his cock into your too-small ass. From there, all you did was tell him what you wanted, and he performed like a dog with a bone.

Toji wasn't above holding you down so that you took your pleasure on his face, fingers, and lips.

No, this dog took every ounce of his strength and overpowered your body to ensure he got his pound of flesh. What sorta man was he if he couldn't please his woman? An embarrassment, that's what. You ain't gonna insult him and walk away with steady legs.

"Gonna ride that pussy, make it mine."

Ride me, baby. Oh, God, yes!

Toji hunkers over you—that thick, heady scent of sweat, cologne, and body heat. He smells good. "Bet this teenage cunt loves feeling like it's mature, getting filled and stretched into a mommy's pussy." He's telling you how you'll look so good with your freshly creamed pussy.

Wanna be slutty for you. Make this pussy creamy.

"Gon' get that cervix wet. You'd better drink up, girl."

God, you'll drink every last white drop of it. You're already spasming.

"There she goes talkin'. Swallowin’. She's thirsty." Toji tilts your face towards him. "Boy or girl? Which one ya like?"

You struggle—feebly pressing his chest with jellied wrists to get him up and off of you. Out of you. You have to keep yourself from melting outward and running onto the sheets when he snatches you up in his arms as if you were nothing and hemmed you to the bed, hemmed you to his chest in a bear hug, and fucked you. He caged you beneath him and held you there. You’re held down and bred. Pre-cum drooled out of you onto the pillow like the real thing. Each thrust sent your hips violently into him, bobbing, circling, and returning to meet him as you rubbed your slick folds against his cock when it slipped out. He had you humping his wet dick like a bitch in heat. That was you on him. He's covered in you. He hugged you so hard that the bed felt like a paper bag under you.

"Ain't no running. Y'gon' take this dick. Take this apology."

"Don't! Don't—" The fight to free your arms was heavy and impossible as he lined himself up just as quickly as he'd left. Eager to fill. Eager to please. Hands trapped between your sweaty bodies, you settle for pushing against his stifling weight despite rising to help him resettle himself. And God, do you feel like home. Comforting, warm. He can already smell Ma's cooking. Slick, like the blood of his bounties. 'Specially when his bosses demanded a trophy as proof of his service.

White. All you see are the whites of his eyes as Toji's cock overfilled you to bursting, assisted by your curved spine and lofted hips.

He does it so gently—sliding into you like a Spanish kiss. Indulgent. Letting you admire the breadth of him, the ridge of cockhead that made your walls flutter and sing as it moved through you like drugs flooding a bloodstream, peddling euphoria throughout every corner of your body until you were floating and light in the giddy breeze of his possession. He looks demonic, possessed. Your cunt groaned from how full it was, glutted. Feel-good chemicals left you gooey and barely conscious as he stroked into you, exactly where you needed him and weren't ready for him. The deep grinds into your G-spot had you losing your breath, but he wouldn't stop. He wouldn't stop fucking you.

Uhhhn, God. Your eyes flutter. Your walls squeeze him against your will. You could kiss him.

"N-noooo, you can't. Don't cum in my pussy." You moaned. "Don't—hnn!—don' cum..." Your arms close around his waist, hips arching and rocking like you couldn't decide what you wanted more, to push him off of you or get creampied in one go. Bred.

"Mommy, ya gotta tell me." Your pussy clamps. Fissures of resistance disappear like they never existed when Toji calls you "mommy" like it's a sin. He's whispering dirty in your ear as if he knew your secrets. As if he knew you were two pumps and one shuddery male moan away from pleading the exact opposite.

"Tell me, Mommy, so I can do it for you." Toji's voice had gone sugary-sweet and deep.

But no...no. Nnn. No. "You… can't...do that." It's cheating. He's cheating.

"Tell me how you want this baby."

God, it just feels so good. You want him to cream you. Breed you. You like the fantasy of it all (it gets you wetter than anything), but he isn't financially stable, and you're no mother.

"We can't! Not 'nough money." Your lips don't sing lullabies. They sang heartache and blues. Emotionally immature and mentally thin, you're no mother. The slightest inconvenience, and you're ready to cannonball off a bridge.

"Ain't what I asked ya." Toji put you in a headlock. Ears hot and pounding, you twist and thrash as best you can underneath him. He doesn't leave you much room to grapple—still bearing down on you with all his strength and thrusting. 'Overwhelming' couldn't begin to capture the wave of shivers washing over you. Toji scratches that itch inside of you so good it nearly hurts. God, it's good—the beating he gives that secret, special place you can never reach alone. Where fingers clench into knots, your womb feels like a fever. You're in heaven. Your thighs burn from all that friction. You're in hell. Your body wants nothing more than to let out a primal scream as you battle to cope with the intensity. It takes you a few moments to realize you are—hollering in absolute hysteria. You unclench your fingers long enough to shove fruitlessly at his chest, claw at his arms and pelvis.

The thick arms caging your head tighten. "Answer. Or I’ll put one in your backside."

"Girl!" You shouted—voice rough and strangled behind his grip.

"A lil princess just like 'er Mama." Toji bucked into you, closing his eyes with a groan. When they opened, they stared down at your hostile mouth. If there was one body part of yours Toji was fascinated by, it was your lips.

He's been staring at them while he fucked you, lust in his eyes. Toji watched them threaten and plead.

"You get off me, or I'll—" Your words clung thickly together, dragged in places they shouldn't as if they were moaned.

"I'll..." Your lashes fall to your cheeks as Toji moves down, nose rumbling softly with steamy breath as he latches onto a nipple and sucks.

Your cunt swallowed and sang; you rose to meet his next push. The way his tongue and teeth work together on that sensitive spot is enough to make you light-headed.

"I'll..."

Toji stared at you, expression unreadable as ever. "You'll what, Mommy?"

He watched 'em gasp and form his name. He needed 'em. Needed 'em more than his own mother's rotted eyes.

"You'll cum?" He ground into you, and you gasped.

"Yes." You wrapped your arms and legs around him. God, your skin was on fire.

Toji released your breast and latched onto your mouth instead, groaning against your lips. His tongue flicked inside, and you opened wide.

"H-harder. Toji, I'm—"

Ughn!

Toji hits it like he couldn't miss—rutting, grinding, and humping into that sacred spot. Your kiss had him rabbiting and murmuring, moaning, and biting. He was gasping. He was growing—swelling at the base of his cock. He was coming apart.

Seeing you thoroughly enjoy yourself and falling apart on his cock has Toji's hips faltering. Mama's never yelled for 'im quite like that before. He had mama screamin', had 'er eyes rollin' back. Had her thrusting on his cock like she wanted her green, little pussy filled—wanted his kid.

"Sound so good, Mommy." He's coming already, eyes shut as the first few spurts escape him. Toji's thrusts deepen each time you moan. He'd shiver, pushing hard into your g-spot. He spoiled it for every hunger pain while he was away.

"Hands." His voice shook with effort—the physical strain of staving himself off.

When you don't immediately respond, Toji's head rests on your shoulder—miserable like an old dog. "y'know I can't cum without 'em. Know I need 'em."

His breaths come in rough pants. "I'm gonna cum, Mommy. Imma go right up your pussy and spill my seed."

"Toji—" You squirm, "Toji, don't!" You'd damn near drooled as the first squirt of hot cum hit your pussy, unconsciously bucking into him for the umpteenth time.

You beg Toji not to cum inside you, hugging him and pumping those hips all the while. Desperately, at that. A man's gotta wonder.

"Let me apologize, mama," he said between labored breaths. "Let me give you this baby." His fingers pry into yours, clutching them against the mattress as he rutted and sighed into you. "Let me."

"No." You fight. "No, no, no, no, no! No. Don't!"

His thrusts pick up as you try and wrangle free.

"I forgive you, Toji! I forgive—"

Toji licked into your mouth, grabbed onto your hips, and emptied himself in a long, thick stream. He shivered in your arms through spurts and convulsions, letting you swallow his shuddered alphabet of husky groans.

You can't help but buck into each warm shot of his seed. You're a whore. And you're tired of pretending you're not.

You're still moaning for him not to cum inside you as he does just that, pushed up against your G-spot, gently grinding you toward an orgasm of your own.

He could've positioned himself at your cervix and got all nice and snug, but then he would've missed the sleepy look on your face. Eyelids hung low, mouth parted—sated, full, and still working that pussy against him, swallowing miserably around him because it hasn't cum. She will. He'll show ya he ain't useless, that he's good for somethin'.

Besides, they'll swim. He doesn't need to be lined up to hit a target. It'll be fine once you're shiverin' against him; you'll send 'em right where they need to be.

"Please don't, sir." You said, still thrusting through the zips and tapering shocks of your orgasm. Your arms are helpless, bumbling, and unresponsive.

'Sirs' nice and all, but he'd prefer 'Mister.'

Author’s Note: This was Valentine's gift for myself and I decided to share it. If this performs well, I'll finish the second installment. The next part will feature Erasermic, Bob Velseb, Daddy Dearest, Mommy Mearest, and a fourth character I haven't decided on.

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cherry here, and i'm excited to present something special to you: a masterlist! since i've been writing up quite a storm... i thought it would be fantastic to gather all of it in one convenient place. that's right, a masterlist just for you!

now you can easily find and access all the amazing stuff i've been asked to write.

thanks for your continued support. let's dive in and enjoy this exciting journey together!

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the lorax;

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hazbin hotel;

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helluva boss;

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teenage mutant ninja turtles;

yandere! shredder x sibling reader who likes exploring (plat) (2014)

yandere! shredder x sibling reader whos getting used to him (plat) (2014)

yandere! shredder x sibling reader who had a nightmare (plat) (2014)

tmnt x robot that donnie made! reader (plat) (2012)

yandere! shredder x brother reader (plat) (2014)

april x karai; karais injury

shredder confessing to reader who's about to jump (2014)

tmnt x mutant! turtle! reader that was raised by the shredder (2014) (plat)

donatello helping reader who's having a panic attack (2014)

tmnt x sibling! reader who is afraid of spiders (2014) (plat)

tmnt x sibling! reader who has nightmares about shredder (2014) (plat)

scooby doo;

shaggy and scoob x child reader thats afraid of the dark (mystery inc) (plat)

sonic the hedgehog;

headcanons of shadow the hedgehog with a stressed best friend/lover

headcanons of sonic, shadow and silver being your best friend

super hardcore sonadow angst (commission)

dragon ball; characters i write

pan x sibling! reader (plat)

cooler, cell, and krillin with a s/o that sacrificed themselves

broly, frieza, & raditz injuring their s/o while having a nightmare headcanons

overwatch;

hanzo taking care of reader

cuddle headcanons with cassidy, hanzo and junkrat

ana x reinhardt in the snow

you're the 3rd shimada sibling and you all reunite (plat)

ducktales (2017);

pocky game; scrooge x male reader

pool date with fenton (male reader)

louie comforting reader who's going through a really hard time

red dead redemption 1 & 2;

arthur morgan x self harming reader

general relationship headcanons for hosea and dutch with an s/o

stranger things;

billy hargrove x amab! reader fluff

eddie munson x reader angst to fluff

billy hargrove x reader fluff

across/into the spiderverse;

cuddle headcanons with miguel

cuddle headcanons with hobie

lackadaisy;

ivy x female! pianist reader (platonic)

mordecai has a panic attack in front of serafine and nico

disney; characters i write

cinderella, aurora, pocahontas, and moana if their noses grew like pinocchio

fnaf;

glamrock freddy x stressed out reader (plat)

kiss;

i’m in need of love; ace frehley x reader (fic)

ace frehley x pauls sister! reader

eric carr x shy! fem! reader

ace frehley (space ace) x fem! reader that he accidentally abducted

speedin' back to my baby ; ace frehley x reader

slashers;

chucky x depressed! teen! reader (plat)

headcanons of fem! teen! reader having a nightmare about chucky (plat)

[prime-adeptus]

ao3 | writing tag | return to directory

✦ GENSHIN IMPACT.

Ex Machina [AO3] Il Dottore x Reader

NSFW | dark content | gender-neutral reader | non-consensual body modification, human experimentation, conditioning, kidnapping, manipulation. Yandere Dottore. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT | ~2,5k words

Feverish [AO3] Baizhu x Reader

SFW | fluff | gender-neutral reader |sickfic, pre-relationship, crushes. and Qiqi :) | ~0,7k words

Northern Star [AO3] Zhongli x Reader

SFW | angst | gender-neutral reader | major character death, established relationship | ~0,5k words

Vient la douleur [AO3] Neuvillette x Reader

SFW | angst | gender-neutral reader | major character death, past suicide, past relationship, grief and mourning | ~3,2k words

✦ HONKAI: STAR RAIL.

TBA

✦ LEAGUE OF LEGENDS.

Heart Shaker! [AO3] Yone x Reader

SFW | gender-neutral reader | tooth-rotting fluff, first dates, hopeful ending. Heartsteel AU. | ~1.3k words

One Love, One Lifetime [AO3] Yone x Reader

SFW | female reader | romance, light angst and hurt/comfort, strangers to friends to lovers. more warnings in post. Spirit Blossom AU. | ~11k words

✦ OVERWATCH.

And Our Love Is A Ghost [AO3] Hanzo Shimada x Reader

SFW | gender-neutral reader | angst, unhappy reunions, exes | ~0,9k words

Five More Minutes [AO3] Cole Cassidy x Reader

SFW | gender-neutral reader | fluff, established relationship | ~0,6k words

it's so sweet, knowing that you love me [AO3] Genji Shimada x Reader

SFW | gender-neutral reader | emotional hurt/comfort, some fluff, established relationship (can be read as either romantic or platonic) | ~0,8k words

The Winds of Tomorrow [AO3] Hanzo Shimada x Reader

SFW | gender-neutral reader | childhood friends to lovers, angst, reunions, typical Shimada angst, hopeful ending. | 1/3 chapters posted

✦ TOUKEN RANBU.

Flowers [AO3] Tonbokiri x Reader

SFW | gender-neutral reader | height difference, fluff, crushes | ~0,5k words

Fool [AO3] Heshikiri Hasebe x Reader

SFW | gender-neutral reader | fluff, pining | ~0,5k words

Retrouvaille [AO3] Shokudaikiri Mitsutada x Reader

SFW | gender-neutral reader | fluff, reunions, brief jealousy | ~0,6k words

The Moon and Her Stars [AO3] Mikazuki Munechika x Reader

SFW | gender-neutral reader | emotional hurt/comfort, mentions of blood and injury, ambiguous relationship (can be read as either romantic or [queer]platonic, no labels are used) | ~1,3k words

World-Class Emergency [AO3] Heshikiri Hasebe x Reader

SFW | gender-neutral reader | fluff, sickfic, flirting(?) | ~0,5k words

last updated: aug 31st

[carmensbrain]

🌟seize the sol, as they say!🌟

Carmen/Carma 🎀 (she/her)

REQUESTS: OPEN!!

Heya! I’m new to writing on tumblr so here’s my little intro!! ♡

Will write! ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

-fluff

-angst

-scenarios/head cannons!!

-fem x masc

-fem x fem

- X fem! readers!!! ^O^

Wont write ( •᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

-nsfw!! I can do drabbles but nothing that explicit sorry!

-yandere/dark/dead🕊️ I can’t write anything like that for my own mental health and I don’t want to engage with it :[

-Masc x Masc as a woman I don’t think I should be writing for mlm as I don’t know how male attraction feels and I wouldn’t be able to accurately portray it sorry :(

- X masc! Reader I can’t write male readers, idk how y’all’s brains work and I don’t wanna

Fandoms/characters below cut!!

✧= priority

꩜= last pick

Overwatch

-Cole Cassidy ✧

-Gabriel Reyes/Reaper ✧

-Hanzo Shimada

-Genji Shimada

-Hana Song/D.Va

-Lúcio Correia dos santos

ARCANE (NEW)

-Jayce Talis ✧

-Viktor

-Ekko

-Mel Madarda

Call of duty: modern warfare

-Philip Graves

-Simon “ghost” Riley ꩜

-Kim “Horangi” hong-Jin

-Kyle “gaz” Garrick

The spiderverse (new!)

-Miles Morales (earth 1610)

-Miles Morales (earth 42)

-Gwen Stacy

-Spider-Man Noir

(I will not write for Miguel sorry!)

Creepypasta/Marble hornets ꩜

-Tobias Rodgers/ticci Toby

-Natalie Ouellette/Clockwork

-Jane Richardson/Jane the killer

-Brian Thomas/hoodie

-Tim wright/masky

-Alex Kralie

Detroit become human

-Connor

-nines

-Gavin reed (if you ask nicely..)

-Kara

-Marcus

Misc

-Simon Henricksson (cry of fear)

-Dirk/Dave Strider (Homestuck)

-Hawks (my hero academia)

-Captain Curly (mouthwashing) [pre crash only]

-Leon S Kennedy (Resident evil 4)

More coming soon…

[yanderemommabean]

(You don't do have to answer this question if you are not into Overwatch anymore dont worry 😅)

What would it be like to wake up one morning with Hanzo? opening your eyes to sunlight or maybe him waking you up (not nsfw necessarily just fluff that's my biggest weakness, yandere intimidating male characters being soft and lovely with reader it's just-😫💖 I hope I'm not the only one here :'D)

A warm hand caresses your face softly as you stir awake, eyebrows furrowing as you try and fight off the dread of waking up. You hear a chortle, and roll over to bury your face in the warm body beside you, groaning as the sunlight slowly fills the room. “What are you doing?” a deep voice asks, a hand coming to rub up and down your back as you adjust and try to curl in a bit more.

“Avoiding waking up. What are you doing?” you groused.

Hanzo smiles as he plays with your hair, wrapping his leg around yours to pull you in closer “Admiring the love of my life. In this one and the next”

You tried to keep playing with a pout, but couldn’t stop the little laugh bubbling from you. “You think we’ll know one another in the next life? I'm so unfocused I'm surprised I met you in this one”.

He knows that. It’s endearing to see you like that, it’s cute and while not practical or helpful, he loves that it’s a part of you. Plus it gives him reasons to send you extra texts and reminders, so that's a plus in his book.

“I think we meet and fall in love every lifetime”

“Ah, you think I’d fall for yet another assassin in my next life? I don’t know, I’ve seen the dangers”

Hanzo just hums, staring into your eyes with amusement “You know I’d track you down and tie you up right? Wouldn’t want anyone else but you in whichever life I live”.

His hand slowly caresses down your side, to your hips, then to your thighs, where he grips it firmly. “I’d mark you up in every life I live as well. Show the world your pretty skin with my claim”.

You grab his wrist with a pout, pulling it away and locking your fingers together. “No need to be so possessive this early in the morning. Plus it’s cold, and your fingers are like ice”. You bring his fingers to your lips, gently kissing them “I’ll never understand how hands this gentle can lead to so many bruises and deaths at the same time”.

The man is capable of ending countless lives, yet is able to hold you so dearly, it’s always been such a stark contrast to you. You suppose it’s part of his endless allure. Hanzo gently kisses you while holding your hand, sighing as he presses his forehead against yours. “Must we get up? I’d rather lay in bed with you all day”.

“We did that yesterday”

“Then let’s do it again”

“Hanzo-”

He kisses you before you can finish the playful scolding, wrapping your legs around his hips as he moves to sit above you. “I know I know. Be good and stay inside today ok? I don’t trust people in town lately…Too many odd occurrences”

You nod, debating on pulling the man back down for some extra fun before he left, but didn’t want to ruin the plans he had (or the bedsheets). “I’ll keep you up to date, I promise. Now go, you’re gonna be late”.

(Hi bean! I hope this was ok! I haven’t written for Overwatch in a loonngg time but this was fun! -Mommabean)

[demonslayer-yanderes]

I'd like to request a scenario for Hanzo with him being crazy for someone with him being super sweet n' shy around them. Then it goes dark and angsty as he spirals into a mental breakdown when they reject his love confession and he kidnaps them anyways. Rate it however you like Mwahaha >:3c

Your calm and sweet presence soothes his tormented soul. Just one glance from your beautiful eyes makes his heart race. No matter the circumstance Hanzo is always unable to hold your eye contact for longer than just a few moments. The heat rises to his face quicker than he’d like to admit but alas he always feels like a shameful young boy.

At first, he was fine with simply watching you from afar. He followed your routine along with you almost every single day, there was hardly a moment in your plans where his eyes weren’t on you. When you ate, he ate. When you read, he read. When you laughed, he laughed. When you suffered, he suffered two times over. Hanzo would do anything to make you smile.

As time grew on, he found himself not nearly as satisfied living alongside you in the shadows. He yearned to speak with you. He ached to touch you. He approached you one day to express his devotion. You didn’t know him, he knew, but surely you were compassionate enough to understand. His heart was absolutely crushed when you awkwardly declined his disillusioned proposal of love.

The illusion he had spent so long creating in his mind of you was starting to crack and he couldn’t bear it. You had to be the sweet angel he knew and watched you as all this time. There was simply no other option. Before you can so much as step back, Hanzo snaps out of his dissociative state and slaps a hard, calloused hand over your mouth. The last thing you see are his deranged eyes before everything goes black and your body goes slack in the man’s strong arms.

[yanderes-galore]

Yan Moira vs Yan Hanzo please ?

They have like one interaction so I'll try, yeah. May not be too long. I'm still not too sure how to write Overwatch right-

Yandere! Moira vs Yandere Hanzo

Pairing: Rivalry - Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior, Protective behavior, Experimentation, Degrading behavior, Implied forced relationship, Jealousy, Paranoia.

These two have very different morals.

With Moira, said morals are non-existent.

Hanzo cares about honor.

Moira cares about progress no matter the sacrifice.

Hanzo knows his family is known for criminal acts but he's trying to redeem himself.

Even more so when it comes to trying to be the best for the one he holds dearest.

He wants you to accept his sins... embrace his changes.

Hanzo wants the best for you and is willing to do what he feels is needed to defend the fantasy he has with the two of you.

Moira thinks Hanzo's attempts at forgetting his mistakes are pitiful.

A criminal is still a criminal even if he tries to play hero.

Moira has little regret for her experiments.

In fact, she feels her darling is her best one yet.

You make her feel things someone like her should be unable to.

She finds you interesting and wants to get closer.

They view you very differently, but one thing is still the same.

They want you for themselves and certainly don't trust the other.

Moira wants her darling as her own personal experiment.

Hanzo wants his darling to love and accept him for who he is, he wants to provide for you.

They're both yanderes but at least one of them respects your boundaries.

Not many like Moira's presence.

Hanzo is one of them.

He thinks, ironically, Moira is a bad influence.

He doesn't want you to fall in her hands due to her experiments.

Being involved with her could get you hurt.

Moira finds Hanzo's excuse laughable.

You perform fine under her.

Why would you take his word?

The whole Shimada family is built on crime.

Yet he claims honor like it means something.

In her mind, you're better off with her.

Alonside you she'll further progress in science, you'll be a great assistant and experiment.

Hanzo's background may be a bit tainted, but atleast he treats you like a person.

Hanzo's fantasies of you include a family and him showering you in affection.

He loves you and doesn't wish to use you.

Moira's fantasies include performing tests and experiments with you.

With can go two ways.

Due to their differing fantasies and obsessions, this causes their rivalry.

Hanzo never wishes to leave your side, protectively holding onto you when Moira's even mentioned.

Moira isn't going to resort to such clingy behavior to keep you.

She's going to use manipulation to keep you in her lab with the excuse of needing help.

You have no idea about their rivalry or true intentions.

Although, when/if you do...

Hopefully you make the right choice.

"I don't trust that scientist around you... she has no honor in her experiments."

"Yet you trust a criminal such as him?"

[yandere-genji]

🖤 tug of war 🖤

TW: YANDERE, NONCON

pairings: Hanzo Shimada/Reader, Genji Shimada/Reader

contains: NSFW, rope play, degrading, a lot of bodily fluids, incest

Genji wanted to tear his heart out of his chest, wanted to rip away at his own flesh to numb the hideous feeling inside of him. The knowledge that you were alone, sharing a bed with his own brother. His brother. His own family, who had betrayed him and took from him what was most precious to him. You. And now while Genji was away, the pain was unbearable. Hanzo knew you were his, too, but decided to take you for himself. Selfish, as he had always been. The elder brother who fancied himself entitled to everything his younger sibling had. This feeling wasn’t new, but was so raw and untamed when it came to you.

At first, he didn’t mind sharing you. It excited him. You were his fixation for so long and denied him endlessly. Once he had you, he could toy with you and punish you as he pleased. He paraded you naked around his chambers and presented you to Hanzo like a puppy with a shiny new toy. It satisfied him to force upon you the demanding role of pleasing him and his brother, it was the last thing you wanted to do and that made him giddy with pleasure. The look on your face when you realized you were helpless to whatever Genji had planned for you, it drove him wild. Made him thirst to torture you, degrade you, use you. 

But Hanzo was sure to sour his fun, always the killjoy. He was disciplined, dignified, everything Genji was not. And he had the fucking gall to treat you gently. Care for you after Genji played with you until you were broken. It fucked everything up. And he wouldn’t back off. Genji warned him time and again that you were his to do with as he pleased. Hanzo simply scoffed at him, rubbing in his face the fact that you preferred him and would have ending your own life if it weren’t for his kindness. There was no way Genji could confirm if what he was saying was true, nor did it matter. All that he knew was that Hanzo was becoming an intruder, and he had to be dealt with. 

You rest in Hanzo’s arms as he was mending a few wounds on your body that Genji had inflicted on you the night before. His muscular body was hard and firm, but his warmth was all the comfort you needed. He became your only source of safety, your saving grace in the living hell you were held captive in. The surface of your skin stung when he applied alcohol to clean it and you hissed in pain. Hanzo softly kissed your temple, rubbed his thumb over your waist and assured you that it would be over soon. He bandaged your wounds, stroking your hair to comfort you afterwards. You thanked him meekly, resting your head into the crook of his neck. 

Genji arrived, wild as a sandstorm and equally as furious at the sight of you in his brother’s embrace. He looked venomous, bloodthirsty and immediately you began to cry. Your body shook in fear, flinching in anticipation of whatever pain he was going to bring you next. But Hanzo gripped you tightly and held your chest against his. 

“Calm yourself,” he demanded, matching Genji’s sickening glare, “There is no need for you to encroach upon my room so disorderly.”

“I should kill you for this!” Genji’s teeth clenched tightly as he spoke, almost hissing , “What right do you have touching things that aren’t yours?”

“I will not entertain this conversation,” this scene had been played out tirelessly between the two brothers who seemed never satisfied to share you, “Leave us be. We will speak later.”

“You forget yourself, brother,” Genji spoke through bated breath, stepping closer toward the bed, “Am I not the one who brought to you my precious pet?”

“Yes,” Hanzo spoke, “For that I am grateful. Still-“

Before Hanzo could finish, Genji roared in reply, “Then it is a privilege for you to be involved in this arrangement at all! Do not deny me, brother, this will not end well.”

“Very well,” Hanzo loosened his hold on you, much to your distress. Though you tried to reattach yourself onto him, he captured your arms in his hand and set them to your side as he sauntered away, toward his brother. 

“Father will be pleased to see you,” Genji spoke calmly with a grin, “He must be so concerned to see you away from the manor for so long.”

“Yes,” Hanzo matched Genji’s smirk with his own, concealing his tensed jaw, “I am certain of that. It is already a shame for him to have one frivolous son, lest he raise another.”

Genji’s arm twitched and a flash of green threatened to coalesced as he choked the impulse to slap his brother across the face, as he so deserved, “I am a Shimada just as you are, you would be wise to remember that.”

“Shall I impart some wisdom on you, brother?” Hanzo almost whispered as he closed the gap between Genji, face only inches apart, “If you keep breaking your precious toys, there will come a time when there are no longer any pieces left.”

“I am not a monster,” Genji scoffed. 

“I will see to it that you are not,” he broke from Genji’s stare and turned back to your shaking form on the bed.  

Hanzo left you, alone. With Genji. You no longer had any tears left, face already stained with dried tears and weak sniffling filling the silence of the room. Genji walked towards you, but looked away as if contemplating something. He propped himself on the bed, giving you no acknowledgment as he sat in his thoughts. After a moment of agonizing silence, you heard him chuckling to himself, low and sadistic. Whatever he was laughing about, something in your gut was telling you that you were about to be a victim of his sinister entertainment. 

He gripped both your wrists and pinned them above your head. Though you wanted to push him away with a kick to the chest, you knew it was no use. At this point, you settled to just let him have his way with you and get it over with as quickly as possible. You could feel his lips hovering over yours, but kept your eyes shut to try imagining you were somewhere else. 

Genji spoke in a hushed voice, fingers tightening around your wrists, “Tell me how much you missed me.”

There was a script you followed in your head from the many times you had to fawn over your captor, “I’ve missed you so much, master.”

He squeezed tighter and you couldn’t help the breath escaping your lips from the pressure, “Yes, you must have missed me so much you had to resort to fucking my brother,” you could feel bruises forming on the supple skin he was gripping, “what a desperate slut you are.”

Pleas poured from you lips as Genji twisted you onto your stomach. He leaned all of his weight onto your wrists to pin them against your back with one arm as his free hand grabbed a fist of your hair. Your scalp was stinging and tears burned down the side of your face. 

“Let’s see if he still wants you once I’m done with you,” he let go of your hair, granting you momentary relief so he could free his cock. You felt his half-hard cock slap against your thigh before he positioned it against your hole. Hanzo had already made love to you moments before Genji had arrived. A hiss escaped through his teeth, displeased at what he saw, “just as I thought, you even let him cum in you. Sluts like you need to be taught a lesson.”

Your body resisted him, but Genji had never listened to what you wanted. You yelped at the forced entry, the sudden fullness had you biting the pillow beneath you for purchase and squeezing your eyes shut tightly. Slowly your body and Genji’s precum lubricated his cock enough for him to pump in and out of you. The hold he kept you in with the discomfort of Genji’s dick fucking into you was enough to let your body go limp. It helped a bit, but nothing could soothe that humiliating feeling of being used as a pawn in the brothers’s constant fight for dominance. 

“Both of you need to be taught a lesson,” he punctuated his thought with a thrust deep into your core, “You’re mine. I was the one that fucking found you, I was the one that fucking brought you here and he has the balls to take you from me.”

As he grew angrier, his pace became harsher. He was brutally fucking into you like a horny dog latching onto a pillow. You couldn’t tell if he was desperately searching for release or fucking his frustrations into you, probably a mixture of both. The clap of his balls against your thighs rang in the room and the both of you were drenched in sweat, Genji occasionally slipping gracelessly off of your body. 

When his hips began to stutter and his moans turned to hoarse grunts, he released you from his hold and turned you on your back. Before you could even register that you’d been freed, Genji’s cum painted your body. His arms went limp and he lifted his head as he rapidly panted, beginning to laugh with his head tossed back. He looking down at you and the white ribbons of cum splattered on your naked, sweat-drenched body. 

“Good…” he huffed, still trying to regain his breath, “Yes, this is perfect.”

He eagerly lifted himself off the bed, smile still wide on his face, “Stay there, slut. I’m not finished with you, yet.”

A wave of relief washed over you once he left, but it was obvious that Genji had something else in store for you. Still, you were happy to clean off whatever excess fluids were on your body. Using a handful of tissues, you wiped yourself as clean as you possibly could without the use of soap and water. It made you feel human, not like the sex toy you had been demeaned to by the two boys. 

The sound of soft footsteps and something dragging across the floor approached the door to your chamber. Genji was back and he had brought something with him. As he opened the door, you saw that he was carrying with him a variety of ropes, some already tied in knots and others completely loose. He stared at your newly cleaned torso as he closed the door. 

“What the fuck?” his eyebrows knitted together in frustration and he rushed at you, pulling a fistful of your hair, “You think that wiping my cum off of you will make you any more pure, little slut? You think that makes you anything but a dirty fucktoy for me?”

You frantically shook your head as much as you could to avoid the pain in your scalp, “No, master. I’m so sorry. Please punish me.”

He threw you down onto the floor, “Don’t worry, I have a proper punishment for you and my ass of a brother. Sit still.”

Genji grabbed a bundle of rope and moved your body so you were sat comfortably with your hands behind your back. He made quick work in tying your wrist in place. Then, he tied ropes around your thighs to accentuate the curve of your ass. The grip was tight and you could feel the rope burning you when you moved just a bit too much. Finally, he tied rope around your torso and neck, fitted to highlight your best features. Your head and back had been arched by your binds. You knew when he was finished once he pulled back and circled slowly around your body, admiring the work he had done. 

“Excellent…” he palmed himself through the loose fabric of his pants, “You’re lucky, I think this is my most generous punishment for you. All you have to do is sit there for me, understand, pet?”

You hummed in response, not wanting to choke yourself under the confines of the ropes. Genji didn’t care what you had to say about the matter, he had already moved on to stroking his bare cock. Tying you up seemed to have quickly excited him, and though he had already cum just moments ago, you could see his hips shaking eagerly. Soon, the familiar streaks of warmth covered your body. You could do nothing but sit and pose involuntarily for his pleasure. Still, he wasn’t done. Genji kept stroking himself, stepping forward to circle his dick around your lips, peaking the tip into your mouth. You sucked on it, a reflex you learned from all your time with him. 

He pulled back just enough to cum again, over your lips, dripping over the curves of your cheeks, “Don’t you even think of swallow that. I know that’s what cum loving sluts like you do, but this isn’t for you to swallow.”

He continued like this for what felt like an hour, until he was completely drained. It felt like every inch of your body had been claimed by him, covered in his cum and tied together like a present. Genji must have been satisfied as he wiped his dick clean and dressed himself. 

“Look at you, my pet,” he chuckled, patting you on the head, “What an image you will make for my brother.”

A tear rolled down your cheek at the thought of anyone seeing you like this. You whimpered, wanting to drop your head into your hands and bawl until you could fall asleep, take yourself out of this nightmare. But all you could do is sit perched like you were begging to be fucked while your tears mixed with the cum on your skin. Without another word, Genji left you, grabbing his dick and blowing you a kiss before leaving you alone in your confines to be found by his brother. 

[theyanderespecialist]

Arranged 1 (Headcanons) Hanzo Shimada X Fiance Reader (Overwatch) (Yandere)

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here with the Request from Tumblr and this will be multiple parts comment bellow if you want to see scenarios of these two with this and enjoy!

Yandere hanzo and genji (separate) in an arranged marriage with s/o. Headcannon both before and after hanzo's murder attempt on genji.

again enjoy!]

-Yandere Headcanons With: Hanzo Shimada X Fiance Reader

(Arranged Marriage)

(Before Hanzo kills Genji)

.You were arranged to marry Hanzo since birth.

.You knew this but you never met your fiance not until your sixteenth birthday.

.That is When Hanzo met you. And fell for you hard.

.Hanzo had seen photos of you and knew you would make a good wife but seeing you in person was so much more.

.Hanzo is a man who will follow what his clan says no matter what

.He was in line and so happy you were his bride.

.He is strict and order and he is that with you

.You will fit into the Shimada family perfectly.

.You did not have a choice.

.He though spoils you but not to the point you get cocky.

.He is not going to let you become like Genji.

.He knew that you will be a dutiful wife.

.That you would be loyal to him.

.He is very possessive always keeping men watch you and very protective.

.You have many body guards watching you twenty four seven.

.He is also not afraid with getting his hand dirty to get rid of rivals

.Leaving a few alive to send a message of course the had to write it done as the teeth and tongue had been removed.

.He was so ready to marry you as he is get impatient.

."Soon my blushing bride with Be MINE And MINE Alone!"

.At least that is what he thought before he was given the order to kill his brother.

(To be Continued)

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done. I hope that you all enjoyed and stay sexy!]

[yandere-musings]

Not a request just an idea: with this whole self isolation thing, my usual weed guy isn't delivering anymore. So I started using this other stuff. And I don't know why, but anytime I smoke it, I get SUPER horny. Must be chemicals in the brain changing. Anyways, imagine a yandere who laces their darling's daily medication/recreational drugs with aphrodisiacs in hopes that one day, they would get so desperate, they cave in and turn to the yandere for help?

Oh god that sounds like a fun time anon, I'm jealous. (u gotta tell me what strain it is, if you know lol). I can see mostly delusional or obsessive yanderes doing this, ones who are willing to be manipulative to get more love from you, but don't want to scare you away. This method is a last ditch effort for softer yanderes who would normally never force themselves on their darling, but also want to be more intimate with you. Yanderes who adore you and want to elevate your relationship to the next level of intimacy. They are so eager to help and just know they could satisfy you if given the chance. They just wanted to give you a little push to get you there. They will be so helpful too, reminding you to take your medication so you don't forget.

They want you to make the first move, that way they can act surprised at your sudden forwardness. That way they can say they tried to resist you, they tried to to respect your boundries like you asked. But with you pressing against them, acting so needy and begging so sweetly, how could they not cave in and help their Darling in their moment of need? A couple yanderes who I can see resorting to this off the top of my head are Izuku Midoriya, Tamaki Amajiki, Hanzo Shimada, Angela Ziegler, Yoosung Kim, Jushiro Ukitake and Karamatsu Matsuo.

[yandereaffections]

Beyond shocked when you finally show your unusual aggressive behavior, frozen as he watches you suddenly run up to some man that was mumbling some racist comment under their breath, not being quick enough to stop you from landing a good few punches on them after screaming out verbal aggression towards them

Dude he'd be thinking you were some fragile angel due to how you normally act around him, pushing aside all those comments your friends make about you being the ultimate protecting mother assuming its just cause your sweet like that

Yet here hanzo is trying to pry your grip off of the bruised mans shirt, convincing you to let him go after a few hectic minutes

Wouldnt even know what to say to you hes just so surprised, up till now hanzo thought he would be your ultimate protector but its now obvious you're capable of doing that yourself

Becomes even more baffled when you say you could never win in a fight with someone, following with comments on how you doubt your abilities even after hanzo had to rip you off of someone cause they said a slur, like how can you still think that when youve already proven yourself

While hes thankful he still gets to keep the position of your protector hanzo couldnt be more against the fact you refuse to believe that you can do so many things

He'll end up putting you in certain situations just to boost your confidence, including making you aware of the step by step actions your willing to take for others just to show how amazing you truely are