3rd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 6th Fill

Hanzo/McCree (+mentions of Hanzo/Genji) – ABO; old Omega!Hanzo (Okami skin); young alpha!McCree + Genji; lactation kink; breeding kink

There is no denying that Hanzo has a thing for young Alphas. He thinks they are cute; wide shoulders and big hands and meaty cocks and no idea how to properly work any of it.

Genji is better about it; thinking first about Hanzo’s need before wondering how to quickly enough get his dick inside that warm, well-used hole, and he will teach McCree to be good, as well.

He is eager, at least. Wants to please – even if he sometimes forgets his own strength when his cock is blood heavy and so very ready to shoot off at the very mention of a ripe Omega cunt.

The first time he’s pushed Hanzo down to the floor and rabbit fucked against the apex of his thighs, coming quick and messy and whining the whole way through. Now, after some training, he’s become better about it.

A rough fist in the hair at the back of his head usually does the trick to make him slow down, mouth open to pant in the delicious pheromones of the old, ripe Omega below him. He whines and sounds heartbreakingly forlorn even with his big paws still on Hanzo’s tits.

“Easy,” Hanzo scolds, his nipples throbbing at the rough treatment of McCree’s palms dragging across them. “You’ll never coax an Omega to give you milk like this.”

Jesse flushes but he takes the rebuke in stride. He has become surprisingly docile under Hanzo’s leadership. Where just a few months ago he’s been crude and trying to mount and breed at the drop of a hat, he now seems to possess unending reserves of patience.

Secretly, Hanzo thinks of his two young Alphas as his rescue dogs. They just needed a bit of proper working and a steady hand.

He spreads his thighs farther, lets Jesse cuddle in closer against the V of his hips and scratches sharp fingernails down his spine because he knows the Alpha likes it.

His cock is a hot, hard line against the crease of Hanzo’s thigh, but that is alright as long as he only uses it when and how Hanzo sees fit.

For today, Jesse is allowed to play with his tits and figure out how to massage the creamy milk out of them. Hanzo settles back against the many pillows he used to build his nest and watches Jesse’s scrunched up face with half-closed eyes.

Finally, he starts moving again, big hands gentling down and cupping the swell of Hanzo’s chest, thumbs dragging across the plump teats. For now he’s only managed to get the tips of his fingers wet, but it is enough to keep him interested in the task; Hanzo can see his nostrils flaring as he scents the air.

He’s so very animalistic still. Older than Genji but so much rougher around the edges still. So much to learn after a lifetime of running with the wrong crowd, thinking Omegas are just warm little holes to be pulled on his big, fat cock.

Maybe he’ll sit on him, later, he muses, playing with a strand of long grey hair that he curls around his finger again and again. Jesse always gets flustered when he’s put on his back and made to submit.

Hanzo wonders how he’d take to being trained for cock. Genji had learned to love getting mounted by his older Omega brother, but as patient and good-natured Jesse has become, Hanzo wonders if he’d let him explore that hairy virginal hole he’s hiding from everyone so jealously.

Maybe he’ll let him watch as he breeds Genji. Let him ‘accidentally’ stumble across it so he can watch from the hallway as their Omega master is mounted up and holds an Alpha down by the scruff of his neck, fucking into his needy little cunt with practiced ease.

He thinks it he would enjoy training Jesse like that.

He purrs when the Alpha finally leans down to start and kitten lick at his tits, coaxing more milk from him as he closes his lips around the areola and starts to suck with little grunting sounds in the back of his throat.

Hanzo lets his head fall back against the pillows, arching his back towards him. He loves how eager and teachable young Alphas are.

4th Ko-Fi Fic Commisson :)

I have been asked to continue this fic with Omega!Hanzo getting serviced by Alphas Balderich and Reinhardt; Reinhardt getting them good sloppy seconds :3

“Look at you,” Balderich croons, fat finger moving slowly, trying to slip deeper when Hanzo’s silky insides are clamped down on him and don’t let him move even a bit. “Hübscher, kleiner Omega…”

Hanzo shudders, electricity prickling down his spine and ending in a spark at his tailbone. He instinctively lifts up into the sensation, eyes going thin and needy as the movement makes the fat finger slip out of his hole and leaves him open and wet for a few seconds before the muscles try to close up again.

“This one likes being praised,” Balderich comments. Hanzo can feel the indulgent chuckle through the hands he has braced on the soldier’s massive chest more than he hears it. He stares at the rugged face of the man, feeling him tap the broad, wet fingertip against his opening, and jerking mildly every time it connects.

The other Alpha, big and blond, shifts and makes the floorboards creak once more. His mouth is open, obviously tasting Hanzo’s sweet pheromones on the air, but he’s been keeping his distance dutifully. Respectfully.

Hanzo squirms and lowers his upper body; shows everyone who wants to see the warm sweet space between his thighs as he starts rubbing his face against the big brute’s thick, uniquely shaped beard. It is just as soft and silky as it looks.

Hanzo wants to groom it with his tongue like a cat. But more so he wants the broad finger back where it belongs.

“Schau wie gern er das hat, Reinhardt…” Hanzo’s mouth falls open when he feels the finger slowly round his cunt, then starts pressing in once more, wriggling its way inside in a way that makes Hanzo’s cock flex and get liberally wet at the tip.

The young Alpha chokes on air and steps a bit closer. Hanzo does not know what Balderich has said but it seems to have been some kind of allowance because the other slinks around them, close enough to feel the sick, feverish heat radiating off of him as he takes a place behind Hanzo.

When he twists around to see, the young Alpha is staring at that sweet little muscle he so desperately wants to spread on his cock, but isn’t allowed to – yet. He is such a beautiful specimen, too… Hanzo can’t help but preen, feeling powerful and in charge of these massive Alphas as he stares at flushed cheeks and the wide, supple mouth hanging open, lips wet and inviting.

His jaw is broad; looking like it would make a perfect seat, and Hanzo thoughtlessly tries to turn around and crawl towards him, though he is hindered – not unkindly – by the click of a tongue and two frying pan sized hands holding him put.

“AAhhh,” Balderich sighs, one hand sliding up and twining Hanzo’s hair around his fingers, then pulling back slow and inexorable until Hanzo’s throat is bared to him. “Du magst Schwänze, hm? Don’t you worry… I have just the thing for you… I’ll make sure you’ll be… ah… voll.”

Hanzo shudders, toes curling and belly tightening with anticipation and dread in equal measures. He watches as Balderich reaches down towards the pants he is still wearing – heavy, dark green garments – and can’t help but start purring once more when the big Alpha begins, without a doubt, to finally get his cock out.

He jerks, mildly, when another pair of hands very gently closes around his ribcage, long, thick fingers splaying to touch as much of him as possible. He becomes a bit light headed at just how much that is.

“He sings so sweetly,” Reinhardt whispers, voice a little rough from longing. “Pretty little thing is purring so hard he’s practically vibrating.”

“Just for us,” Balderich murmurs, and leans up to press tickling, wet kisses along Hanzo’s jaw. “Pretty Omega knows when he’s about to get a treat.”

Hanzo’s nose twitches when the opening of Balderich’s pants is signaled by a thick waft of his smell; warm and spicy and hitting Hanzo somewhere deep and soft in his belly. It makes him want to roll over and submit to the Alphas; makes him want to purr and lap at whatever they offer up to him.

Makes him want to be fucked full of their big, strong pups…

Balderich is chuckling indulgently again, one finger scratching beneath Hanzo’s finely groomed goatee, then taking his lolling, drooling tongue between the tips of two fingers and tugging playfully at it until Hanzo is whining and arching.

“Come back to us, Liebling. I want you here every step of the way when we play with you.”

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Hanzo is sure the whole village must have heard him by the point that Balderich holds him still and secure, grunting low and heartfelt as he pumps him full of cum.

There is simply no way nobody has heard his love cries as the Alpha bred him deep, spreading him like nothing else has done before, cock fat and heavy and hot like a brand deep in his belly, kissing up at all those secret spaces and marking him forever.

He knows, deep and instinctual, that no other Alpha will ever be able to breed him as good and deep as this German soldier; that he’ll forever feel the warm, unsatisfying glow deep in his guts where he’s only been fucked once and never again.

He’s not been knotted – he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t have been able to take the swelling of it, even if he begged for it – and when Balderich carefully pulls out, it is accompanied by a lewd, wet squelching and the unstoppable flood of creamy cum dripping from Hanzo’s red, abused hole.

He whimpers, lowering his upper body, towards the broad chest he’s liberally scratched up during the mating – for once not preening and gloating and purring as the dull burn makes him realize that there is no way he’ll close up any time soon.

His cock feels stuffed full, swinging between his thighs, untouched but so very wet. He thinks he might have come sometime during the mating but he is not sure anymore. His head is swimming.

He mindlessly licks at the Alpha’s chest; grooming Balderich who chuckles soft and breathless.

“Now,” he mutters and Hanzo has no idea what he’s talking about – until he does. He cries out, soft and weak and melodious, unsure himself whether he is singing for that new Alpha that steps up behind him and rounding the puffy muscle with the blunt, fat head of his cock, or whether he is protesting him.

They are shushing him gently, their big hands stroking his vibrating body.

He feels whiney when Reinhardt pushes in slowly, carefully, and there is no real resistance anymore. His toes are curling, face heating up when the young Alpha behind him grunts low and satisfied and places a gentle, guiding hand at the small of his back.

“There you go… Taking all of me without a fuss. You’re so soft and hot inside…”

Hanzo is mortified, but his insides are liquid and needy; everything seems so soft and far away; Balderich crooning and stroking his sides as Reinhardt starts moving gently, fucking him with little thrusts that barely register in his overheated system.

He’s thought he’d never again feel an Alpha dick him as deeply as Balderich has, but here it is again: Reinhardt’s cock feeling like a fat, hot replica to the dick that he’s just played with, sliding deep through the mess left inside him and filling his swollen insides so completely it makes him all weepy.

He presses his forehead against Balderich’s hairy chest, feeling how hot the skin is after he’s scratched him up something fierce during their mating, and listens to the wet, filthy sounds of Reinhardt mounting him.

He can’t believe that he is still hungry for it; that he can hear the thick, creamy cum of the other Alpha froth out of the sides of his hole, pressed out by the Alpha ramming him, yet still be greedy for more. Another load. Another warm, thick load deep in his belly.

Hanzo’s muscles have capitulated sometime during Balderich’s breeding, simply fluttering helplessly around Reinhardt’s cock without offering any real resistance. If the Alpha is disappointed with the unresponsiveness of the little fuckhole he’s breeding, he does not sound like it.

Hanzo still purrs for him, at least; chirping little sounds of a pleased, satisfied Omega, his teats going hard and needy when Reinhardt laughs softly, then responds in kind: a low, rumbling purr that shudders through Hanzo and almost makes his teeth clack together.

God, but the German Alphas are well-trained, if even this young, upstart specimen can be so gentle with his Omega – especially with his rival still just there, Balderich humming and touching and petting, looking so very at ease with the whole situation.

“Wunderschöner Omega,” he is crooning, fingers playing with Hanzo’s dark hair, obviously unconcerned with the fact that Hanzo has started drooling onto his chest again. “Einfach atemberaubend.”

Hanzo is purring like an engine, low and steady as he crawls all over the huge Alpha he had found on his vacation in Europe. The little village he and Genji had stepped into on random was full of rain and grey clouds but he quite liked the quiet, sleepy atmosphere.

There is nothing quiet about the soldier’s stationed here, however. They are… huge and Hanzo wants them on a deep, visceral level that makes him almost dizzy.

Naturally, he has them as soon as he can get Genji interested in one of their lady soldiers, his brother’s eyes lighting up like a child in a candy store as he sees the female soldier, just as huge and hulking as the other Alphas in her special division.

The Alpha he is scenting all over, rubbing his sleek body against without a shred of embarrassment, is barely daring to touch him. Hands of the size of frying pans are fluttering across his shoulders, arms, the small of his back, rubbing rough fingertips across his skin fleetingly before pulling back again quickly.

The agonized creaking of the floorboards to his right makes him turn his head, watching as another of the huge soldier’s comes closer. He is a gorgeous specimen; more streamlined handsome than the one Hanzo is marking up at his possession, but just as much Alpha as the one Hanzo is sitting on. Balderich he had said, but Hanzo couldn’t quite get the soft, throaty sound at the end right. The other one’s name was just as much a mouth full and he had immediately decided he wouldn’t even try.

They are toys, after all. He’ll have to leave them behind when he and Genji decide they’re bored and want to keep travelling.

“See something you like, Alpha?” Hanzo purrs, knees angling outtward, spreading his thighs for the large man to see the wetness between them.

“Oh yes… yes, I do,” the blond Alpha enthuses, eyes so very blue and sweet that Hanzo wonders how old he is. The thought of this huge Alpha being younger than him has a thrill running down his spine, the small of his back curving into an inviting little cup as he angles his ass up, following the electricity along his nerve endings.

Showing himself off.

He is still purring invitingly; an Omega courting all the Alphas in the vicinity with low, throaty sounds. Amorous.

Balderich is touching him again; a little more sure this time. His English isn’t as good as the younger Alpha’s but Hanzo quite likes to listen to him murmur; likes the way the words sound as he whispers them to him with a reverence that lets him know he is being pampered and cherished.

“So ein zartes Geschöpf… Hübscher Omega…” And while he is crooning at him, curling one finger that’s as fat as a sausage underneath Hanzo’s chin to scratch at the well groomed beginnings of a beard, the others slip between his cheeks gentle but sure, pressing a broad fingertip against Hanzo’s slick, swollen opening.

Hanzo mewls, stretching into the touch, face slack and satisfied at the beginnings of the insane stretch that was promised. Another creak distracts him, makes him look toward the Alpha that’s been creeping closer, mouth a little open, cheeks flushed – but holding his distance around an invisible barrier.

“Don’t you like me, Alpha?” Hanzo whines, bracing himself on Balderich’s wide chest and pushing himself up, chest squished invitingly between his biceps. “Don’t you want to touch me?”

“God, I do…” the pretty Alpha groans and steps closer, breaching whatever unspoken line they had drawn, and immediately Balderich shifts beneath Hanzo, his growl deep and ferocious and all encompassing. It vibrates through the Omega’s fingertips and up his arms, almost making his teeth chatter together as the formerly docile old Alpha bares his teeth at the other, finger pushing into the creamy soft insides of the Omega with a rude force that makes Hanzo’s breath stutter and his purr peter out for a moment as his toes curl and his insides alight with pleasure.

The younger Alpha grows pale, taking a quick step back. He looks chastised even though he still stares at Hanzo with blatant hunger.

Hanzo feels on top of the world. He’s had Alphas fight for him before, back in Hanamura, but never ones like this: huge creatures that look like they would wreak havoc if they crashed into each other like landslides.

Like they could snap Hanzo’s back if they were just a little too lenient with their strength.

“You’re not allowed to touch,” Hanzo gloats, lowering his upper body and rubbing his face teasingly against the rough, curling hair on Balderich’s huge, scarred chest. His hips are still up, rolling gently into the fat finger fucking him and making him see dots in his vision.

The forlorn, punched expression on the young Alpha’s face makes his cock jerk, dribbling messily into the thick, generous trail of hair growing out of Balderich’s navel and vanishing into his tight pants. Hanzo is the only one of them completely naked, but he’s never felt more in charge than when watching a young, upstart Alpha want him so bad he’s stinking up the place but not daring to put a finger on him in fear of another more competent pack leader.

“What a pity, Alpha…”

Hanzo makes sure to let him see the swollen ring of his hole, dark pink and needy as it suckles at the thick finger fucking him. He stares right into the young Alpha’s face as he mewls for Balderich and rubs himself all over him; is sweet and docile for the old, scarred Alpha that’s downright ugly next to this gorgeous specimen-

but the young Alpha doesn’t dare step any closer, and lets himself get willingly ridiculed by this little foreign Omega.

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A little something for me wifey @cyberrat

The first time Hanzo sees Roadhog, he wonders. The man is a mountain, huge in ways he had never known outside of stories, with a large, sloping gut and impossibly thick arms, even at rest. He rarely speaks, but his voice rumbles when he feels inclined, prickling the hairs along Hanzo’s arms.

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Q.Q thank you so much… Omega Hog just for me Q.Q I love love love it ffffffffuck

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concept : omega H.anzo getting his p*ssy ate by alpha G.enji

*cracks knuckles* ur in luck my friend (behind a cut because it got long but pls enjoy)

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Heat hurts, Hanzo learns that quickly. The first time was the worst, his father had locked him in his room with only himself and his fingers to try and sate that biological, unquenchable thirst. He’d sobbed and cried into the sheets, twisting desperately and wishing for something, anything to ease the deep throbbing between his thighs. That had been a nightmare which haunted him to this day. He’d been young then, and Genji younger still. Hanzo had known, for all that he was –the first born, the shimada heir– that his presenting as omega had displeased his father enough to punish him in such a cruel manner.

Sojiro still tries to shut him away in his room, like he’s the family embarrassment for being this way, for not being able to control the way his scent flares up and slick drips between his legs the moment his heat strikes. Hanzo doesn’t even try to talk about it with him anymore, at least, not since Genji presented.

They’re family, Hanzo remembers Sojiro telling them, so they shouldn’t be affected by each other. The thought makes Hanzo want to laugh, remembering all of Genji’s furtive glances at him in the days after his heats, when he knows he still smells like sex and omega pheromones. Eventually they stop skirting around it, one night when Hanzo is tossing on his futon, four fingers buried deep in his cunt, face shoved into one of Genji’s t-shirts. It’s something that fills him with so much shame, but Genji smells like alpha, like home, and it makes the worst of his heat sickness easier to deal with.

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yes hello i am here to tell you of my omegaverse mchanzo garbage. McCree is the chillest Alpha out there and has never really looked for a mate. In comes Hanzo, who seems to lack a scent, which baffles McCree. He figures he’s some Beta, and calls him such. Hanzo nevers corrects him so he assume it to be true. 1/6

Months after meeting McCree notices that Hanzo behaves a bit differently than most Betas. He seems to be able to smell scents, is particularly wary of his personal space (even accidentally brushing up against him could lead to you having an arrow in your chest) , and seems to always be on a bit of an edge around alphas. McCree isn’t too suspicious until Hanzo is gone for a week without explanation. 2/6

McCree asks around and no one really knows where Hanzo’s gone until Mercy gives a small excuse of “recommended time off” before shooing him away. When he hears Hanzo is back he goes to his room to see him when he stumbles upon Hanzo applying some sort of cologne. McCree is all like ‘I didnt realize you wore cologne’ before taking a deep breath and realizing it /smells like nothing/. That’s not cologne. That’s a scent blocker. 3/6

Hanzo then starts explaining that he is actually an Omega, but the Shimada clan had always found Beta’s to be best suited for ruling position. Alphas were seen as too brash and loud and easily swayed by instincts. Omegas were too emotional and dependent, but could be taught to “behave properly”. Hanzo learned to hide his being an Omega the moment he presented. 4/6

McCree is of course worried because that’s not healthy for the soul let alone the body. Hanzo agrees that it’s bs but he’s lived like a Beta his whole life so he’s not ready to just drop everything and start “acting like an omega”. McCree is totally supportive and still refers to him as a Beta and slowly Hanzo starts to allow himself to do little Omega things like scent McCree and apply less of the scent blocker. 5/6

Hanzo never “fits” the average omega definition even years later but heck McCree is still head over heels in love and wants Hanzo to be his mate. He asks and Hanzo agrees and it’s Great. McCree just loves his Beta/Omega mate so much and Hanzo is relieved he can be an Omega because even though he doesn’t feel like one it’s nice to not have to completely shut it out and they live happily ever after the end 6/6

oh nooo this is really cute and I love it!!!

especially Hanzo doing little sweet Omega-type things with McCree and enjoying that he doesn’t have to be one way or another. He can do what feels right and McCree laps it up either way x.x hnnnnngh

V good HCs, Nonnie!! V v good.

Bro. My dear. Please write something about the Alpha-Omega Shimada bros by that anon…a switch flipped, I can’t turn it off. OTL

yooo ❤ darkness ahead 😀 dem poor shimada brooooos :O (aw hell yah)

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The door opens and Hanzo scrabbles to get out. His gut is burning up, limbs feeling like they don’t belong to him. He’s never felt anything like it and he fears he’s going to die. He doesn’t want to die in a little closet behind his father’s office.

It’s hard to see anything after the darkness of his tight confines – he blindly crawls towards the light and the commotion. He can hear Genji screaming abuse and the grunts of men fighting. Someone kicks Hanzo’s shoulder hard. He whines, the pain amplified by his heat – everything feels so much.

His hips hunch; then push back against the floor into lordosis. His hakama are wet and clinging, shoulder throbbing from the kick. He’s going to die. He’s going to burn up from the inside.

And then – a heavy weight falling onto him and the sound of the door being locked down again.

Genji floods his senses; his smell – hormones flying from his agitation; his voice – screaming indignantly, fists pounding against the door of the closet.

Hanzo whines and Genji freezes.

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They are as far away from one another as possible. Their toes are still touching, and Hanzo wants to cry his eyes out. Genji has been deathly silent for a while; only his breathing getting continually louder. A soft, wheezing panting on the edge of a panic attack.

Hanzo’s hand crawls forward until he feels his little brother’s fingers. His skin feels clammy and blessedly cool. Hanzo wants to press Genji’s hand against his sweating brow; wants to curl against his chest.

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It feels like an eternity for the two young men but it couldn’t be more than half an hour until Genji is pulling Hanzo close, sweaty hand shoving down his pants, fingers sliding through a ridiculous amount of slick.

They’re feverish; out of their minds with lust. When Hanzo feels Genji’s fingers press against the loose, swollen muscle – ready for mounting and knotting and breeding – Hanzo keens pathetically, cock jerking in the tangle of his clothes.

Genji croons at him – the primal Alpha need to calm him down. Get him comfortable. Make him forget they were locked in a small closet during Hanzo’s first heat because of their father’s kneejerk reaction to his oldest son’s gender.

“Pretty omega,” Genji coos, fingers pumping in with wet, squelching sounds, nose pressing beneath his brother’s ear. “Just calm down. Just calm down. I know what you need. Going to give it to you. Just like all those other pretty little omegas. I know what you need…”

He will mount his brother. Make Hanzo turn around and get him to present for his own flesh and blood, forehead bumping against the wall, breath fast and whimpering in the thick, bad air of the closet.

He’ll drive in deep on the first thrust. Hanzo feels ready for it. More than ready. He’s so ripe; sucking him in, fingers squelching in the slick he’s producing.

“’M gonna breed you up so well,” he promises in a soft whisper, licking the back of his brother’s neck. He can taste the salt of his sweat and feel the fever roll off of him in waves. He feels drunk; everything is spinning in the darkness and he lists to the side before he manages to get an arm out and brace himself against the door of the closet.

The Omega before him is shivering, tilting his ass up; begging for it with the sweetest little music.

Genji couldn’t say whether he still knew who Hanzo was when he finally pushed in and rutted deep.