Tag: fic rec

Tobacco, Incense, Tea

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Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: Alpha!Zenyatta/Omega!McCree/Alpha!Genji
Warnings: threesome, omegaverse, dirty talk, fluids, knotting, sloppy seconds, switching, PIV (referred to as hole), biting, heat cycles
Notes: #4 of the fully-funded Kofi Strawpoll compilation. Also on ao3 (link in my blog description!) Only one more fic to go! 😀

Summary: On a mission to restore a watchpoint, Jesse makes an unfortunate discovery.

Jesse’s learned a few things in the last nine hours. Things that would’ve served him well before he accepted this mission.

One. Tekhartha Zenyatta is an alpha. Genji’s status comes as no surprise; he remembers when the ninja was more domineering and bloodthirsty than any of his type. His master, however, had always seemed excluded from the power plays and pheromones that controlled some thirty percent of the population. Enough for Jesse to lower his guard. Enough that between Genji, with his carefully controlled dominance and Zenyatta’s non-presenting aura, he’d fallen into their duo easily. Let himself get too close.

Two. Contrary to Angela’s diagnosis, he was most definitely able to have heats. Jesse hadn’t had one in years, body ruined from trauma and poor care, or so they had thought. It was the only reason he’d been assigned to restore a remote watchpoint with the pair.

Three. Genji and Zenyatta are nearing the height of their ruts.

Four. Jesse’s at the cusp of his own heat.

Five. He’s fucked.

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Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: Reaper/Hanzo, McHanzo mentioned, slight McReapzo
Warnings: sex on a train, exhibitionism, anal toy, slight domsub, cucking, slut shaming, dirty talk, public sex, orgasm denial, just the tip, identity porn
Notes: #4 of the fully-funded Kofi Strawpoll compilation. Also on ao3 (link in my blog description!)

Summary: Hanzo wears a toy in public that Jesse controls remotely. Things get infinitely more complicated when Reaper discovers him.

Gabe doesn’t believe in coincidence, but maybe he should. The man across the crowded train car is none other than agent Shimada. He looks different with his hair shorn and jacket tugged over his huge, muscled shoulders, but Gabe recognizes that silhouette anywhere. He’s never seen him up close, and he eases through the crowd for a better look. Gabe’s pain is minimal today; Moira’s recent cocktail had made him almost feel human again, well enough to do a little recon.

Hanzo’s shorter up close, less regal. His shoulders are bunched to the bottom of his flushed ears, the back of his neck splotched and bright with sweat. The train slows for a stop, and Hanzo wavers on his feet, almost falling into the person at his right. He turns to murmur an apology, his face scarlet, lips parted and bite-swollen.

A familiar shiver courses through him. Genji had been a looker too, once upon a time.

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For the NSFW fic starter: Starter (one of these, the one u prefer) : 5/47/52 Kink: 9 + 36 + 59 (if possibile 55 too?) Pairing: mchanzo

mujaween:

Slutty young Hanzo, older Talon McCree, dubcon because of drugs, non-consensual drugging (the drug’s effects are similar to alcohol)

Sombra had been the one to calling in the assignment. Some spoiled brat she’d been tracking ever since he left the little high security palace he’d been hidden away in. It had taken more than just his normal gang members to bring the dragonling prince in, Deadlock still needed work under his new management. So the Reaper had been set his way, bastard always knew how to get the job done even if it cost a few lives … on either side. In the end Jesse had been left waiting on pick up, alone with the prince.

Shimada Hanzo, 23. An heir to some gang (‘Yukaza’, it’s different, vaquero) that was a big deal over in Japan, and more importantly a big deal to Talon.

Reaper had pumped the brat full of drugs before running off to fetch transport, something Moira had cooked up that was meant to keep him sedated and docile. Well… docile was one word for it.

“Onegai– Please. Please be rough. I want… I want to be used.” The damn kid was on his knees mouthing at McCree like he needed cock to live. Whatever Moira had been making it needed serious work, getting prisoners ungodly horny didn’t seem like her M.O. Hanzo had already gotten his cock out by the time McCree finished the last few drags of his cigarillo, and was already stuffing his mouth when McCree dropped the butt and ground it out under his heel. Checking over the kid’s face he looked drunk, the drugs must have a similar effect to alcohol, keeping the subject relaxed, agreeable, and lowering their inhibitions.

It was always the sheltered ones. They get out from daddy’s thumb, have a few drinks and then they’re tripping over themselves for sex. Hanzo was actually drooling around his cock, inexperienced and eager was a bad combination. Jesse grabbed a fistful of the prince’s long hair and pulled him off, “Now ya’ know I’m supposta be responsible, not some low ranking grunt you can convince ta let ya go with an unimpressive blowjob.”

Hanzo whimpered, an honest to God whimper like he was a fucking puppy. “Please. Please, whatever you want. Just, just use me.”

“Well now you’re making me feel like a real bad guy.” Once McCree loosened his grip on Hanzo’s hair the prince was back to trying to choke himself on his captor’s cock. McCree hoped Gabe decided to take his time returning for extraction.

overcrotch-fan:

Satyr!Mccree x Dragon!Hanzo

He let out a bleat as Hanzo’s hand found his tail and pet it. He blushed, his tail flicking and he stuttered as he spoke. “Y-you know, maybe we shouldn’t…”

Hanzo covered his mouth with his other hand. “Open up,” he told the satyr, and Mccree blushed again, but he opened his mouth and the dragon’s claws went in. He sucked on them, as Hanzo played with his tail.

Given he had never done anything before, he had had no idea that his tail was so sensitive. Hanzo, behind him, was probably grinning with delight at the way Mccree squirmed from his ministrations. His cock was already hard, and jerking with Hanzo’s playing.

Hanzo took his hand out of Mccree’s mouth. “Bend over, prey,” he told him, and he shuddered and did as he was told. He knew Hanzo wasn’t thinking of him as prey-the two had known each other for too long for it to come to that-but it still gave him a hot feeling of danger, and he loved danger.

He heard Hanzo move behind him, and gasped as his cheeks were parted. Before long, something was stuffed between his furry cheeks, a tongue licking over his hole. His legs shook, and he put his hands against the wall to steady himself as Hanzo rimmed him. His forked tongue licked so slowly over his hole, wetting it, tasting it. Hanzo’s claws were digging into his ass cheeks, but his hide was too tough for any damage. The long tongue found itself squirming, and with one move it was inside Mccree’s ass.

The satyr cried out. The stimulation was so much for him, and his cock jerked as he came. Hanzo’s tongue was fucking him, tasting his insides, and it was so hot. He was moaning and shuddering, and his hips were humping forward and backward as his cock spent the last of his seed.

Satisfied with his satyr’s reaction, Hanzo took his tongue out of his ass, standing back up and leaning into his ear to whisper.

“Good boy.”

Beneath

robotfvckers:

Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: Scion!Hanzo/Human!Zenyatta
Warnings: semi-public sex, frottage, kotatsu sex, footjob (?), fantacizing
Notes: for @cyberrat so I could decide the next Zenyatta fic she would write for her up and coming zen comp >:3c

Hanzo could get away with it when he was younger, when Genji was the constant distraction. A quiet dalliance or two was nothing compared to the shameful escapades of his younger brother, and their father was still alive to take care of them both.

When Hanzo became scion, when he slew his brother, he lost, along with everything else, his cover. There is no time. Not for long-term partners, not even for warm, unhurried touches from a pretty face in the dark.

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Could I please request a heat cycle scenario for McHanzo?

mujaween:

Abo, light bondage, powerbottom Hanzo

“Your scent is driving me crazy, darlin’.” Heat clung to the air like humidity, making it heavy and filling his lungs until it was hard to breathe. Jesse’s mind raced as he tried to form words while his alpha brain could only focus on the smell of omegan need. A ripe omega ready to be bred, though Hanzo hardly looked the part.

He looked content and composed, while he sat quietly reading. “Please, Sugar, you’re killing me, just … just gimme some sugar.”

Hanzo let out a small chuckle as he flipped a page, “You sound ridiculous.”

Jesse paused as he tried to think around the pheromones overwhelming his senses. “Ah, shit … I meant- Sugar gimme some…,” McCree groaned as Hanzo thoughtlessly ran a hand over his neck, simulating his glan and releasing a new wave of heat scent. “Please, Hanzo, babe, I’m dying here. Whatever you want. I’ll do whatever you want, just let me taste you.” His pleading was cut off but the loud snap of Hanzo shutting the book.

“Whatever I want?”  

.o.

This was worse. If the heat scent before made it hard to breathe, this new round of scent was drowning him.

Mate. Knot. Breed.

It was a struggle to think around his base alpha needs. But Hanzo the beautiful, clever, (omegaomegaomega) bastard looked as calm as ever. As if he wasn’t filling the room with enough pheromones to bring any alpha to their knees.

As if he wasn’t sitting on McCree’s dick.

McCree tested his restraints again, he knew they won’t give, his own leather belt perfectly suited to keep his hands secured to the headboard, but it helped stop him doing what he really wanted. To thrust up into Hanzo and make him feel it. Make him react.

“Now what do you say, alpha-chan?” Smug asshole.

“Please, Hanzo, babe, sugar, honeysu-” Hanzo tugged on the collar snug around his neck to cut off the rambling, “Use me. However you want.”

“Hm. Good boy.” Hanzo braced himself with his hands flat on Jesse’s chest, lifting up and then slamming back down on his cock.

Struggle all you want. You won’t escape./ Kidnapping/ McCree and Maximilien

mujaween:

Mentioned established McHanzo, dickstepping

“Struggle all you want. You won’t escape, Mr. McCree.” Maximilien checked his internal clock, 0117, the night hardly begun but after the spectacle the cowboy had caused business would not start back up again until tomorrow. His schedule just become uncharacteristically empty. “As difficult as I am sure showering was for you it takes more than a fresh shave and a suit to trick me.” At least it was a well tailored suit, though the fabric was already being frayed and ripped as … Akande’s guest struggled with the reenforced wires pinning his arms to his sides.

“Howdy, Maxy-”

“Maximilien.”

“-don’t suppose you’d tell me if Hanzo was here?” The human was grinning, as if he was charming.

“Normally I would not waste my time with Mr. Ogundimu’s trash, though in favor of avoiding any future conversation I can confirm your assumption.” Maximilien pulled out the com he kept specifically for contacting his work associates, it was archaic but anything was better than allowing that hacker easy access to his system. After sending a quick message for Akande’s team to come clean up their mess he refocused on the cowboy.

“-and I’ll just be getting out of your hair, Maxy.” He’d missed most of the little speech, not that it mattered his answer was not up to him.

“Non.”

“Come on now-”

“Are you ever quiet?”

“Only when my sugar is treating me real nice.”

“How crude.” Maximilien hated getting the talkative ones, his expertise was in finances not dealing with hostages. “I’ve found there are many ways to shut a human up.” He moved a foot over the crotch of his hostages pants, clear and concise threats would work best. “Now do us both a favor and stay quiet until Mr. Ogundimu gets… here…” The sensors for his foot picked up an… abnormality. Where there should be soft sensitive genitalia he was met with something hard, and hot.

“Are you going to treat me real nice, Sugar?”

How about some shy virgin zenyatta that’s determined to keep his vows as a monk no matter how many handsome men try to sway him with their sexy words and promises

afearfulbride:

ohhhh this is fucking delicious, anon. you know what’s good around here!! he’s not quite a shy virgin but…….

relationship(s): hanyatta, mcyatta, zen76
warnings: virginity/ chastity fetishisation, object insertion (anal beads), mild coercion, dirty talk, hotdogging/ grinding, age differences, human!zenyatta

“You have a beautiful heart,” Mondatta told him once, “but I fear it will lead you astray.”

At the time Zenyatta had laughed; the fox he had hidden away in his robes, after all, had done him little harm, and in the end it was worth the scratches and nips to mend its broken leg. But Mondatta held firm.

“Brother,” he soothed; he framed Mondatta’s face in his hands and fixed those tired eyes with his own, suddenly earnest. “You have nothing to fear. I am no wilting flower.”

“But you are curious,” Mondatta sighed, as if all the troubles of the world had suddenly been placed at his feet to be solved. “All I ask is that you are careful.” Then, after a beat: “I mean it, Zenyatta. There will be a time when you are asked for more than your kindness.”

In all, it was Mondatta at his truest: serious, heartfelt, and completely and utterly correct.

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Somewhere Between

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Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: Human!Genji/Dilf!Human!Zenyatta (mention of past Doomyatta)
Warnings: sexual fantasies, mild dirty talk, frottage
Notes:

Pining, slow burn, and slice of life, oh my!

An 8k word commission for a good friend. Also on Ao3 (link in my description).

Summary: A recent college graduate moves back into the sleepy childhood home he shares with his brother. Struggling to find purpose, his daily routine overlaps with his eccentric next door neighbor’s.

When Genji comes home from college, he’s on the front lawn.

A row of shrubs serves as the fence between houses, so he can see every inch of the man stretching in the early morning sun. Tall and lean, with palms together and arms towards the sky, revealing a slice of russet stomach beneath an old, flimsy shirt. He holds the position for a few heart beats, then—

He folds forward in a single motion, face meeting his knees, hands flat against dewed grass.

Genji’s grip tightens on his suitcase.

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