#naga!hanzo

[sir-blanc-the-mage-blog]

[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

[yeehanfrf]

Week 14 Recs: Mermaid for Each Other

For Week 14, we celebrated MerMay with the theme "Mermaid for Each Other." Here are mermaid and other sea creature fics from the Yeehan community!

Behind the cut, you'll find them organized by rating and then alphabetically by title.

Teen and Up

Heart of the Sea by Odds_Evens [8,824 words]

After a rouge fire throws Jesse McCree overboard he finds himself stranded on an island with only a shy mer for company.

Mature

Match Made Under the Sea by Mish_chan [3,469 words] Note: "The one above is the specifically YeeHan one of the series. Here's the main series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2915367."

Hanzo has felt like he has never really fit in, with his bright orange/red and white coloration and being one of the only or very few hermaphrodites in his pod. That is, until he sees a rancher/escort mer...who has the same coloration as he does, and calls another hermaphrodite mer his father.

The Monster in the Lake by ieatgrassalot [6,855 words]

Cole, now retired, find his solitary new lifestyle a bit lonely. A few broken nets later, he finds himself getting to the bottom of this mystery and somehow solving the loneliness problem all at once.

Explicit

Away by Vimeddiee [29,154 words] Reccer comment: "This is about a selkie, not a mermaid, but the vibes are correct."

Hanzo awakens to the feel of grit in his eyes and the crunch of sand between his teeth. This in itself doesn’t rudely force him into consciousness, but the insistent flicking against his nose that he groggily attempts to bat away, does.

“High tide’s coming, you better nap someplace else.”

Drink Sweet Salt by Kalikuks [WIP; 57,245 words] Reccer comment: "It’s not been updated in a while, but what is there is still very enjoyable. It’s a mixed bag of angst, cuteness, oddity and hilarity."

Hanzo watches the lightning dance across the clouds and tries to summon his dragon spirits, met with not even the sight of them cresting from his tattoo but the underlying feeling of weak static crawling beneath his skin.

With his last deep breath before the tide rises fully over him, he curses at the sky.

In Your Embrace by Dracoduceus [4,335 words]

Jesse is fully expecting to have to fight and bribe his way back into Hanzo's good graces. After a long swim to bring back the fish that his adopted human fathers intend to raise and study, he goes to search out his pretty mate.

Turns out Hanzo has a much different idea of how McCree should show how sorry he is.

Of Scales, Sand and Sun by Kalikuks [2,767 words]

“Name’s Jesse, darlin’,” the mer, Jesse, replies with every bit of flirtation his lopsided smile lends to, “An’ you?”

“Hanzo,” the naga leans down closer to Jesse, “You can call me Hanzo, dear Jesse.”

Jesse chitters happily, lifts a hand to reach for one of Hanzo’s. The naga gives Jesse his hand, lets the mer show him attention and affection by kissing along his knuckles. Yes, today is looking to be more interesting than Hanzo had thought.

On the Shore by Dracoduceus [9,247 words]

His friends meant well.

That’s what McCree needed to remember.

His friends meant well. ----

McCree didn't have high hopes for the beach vacation that his friends dragged him to.

That all changed when he stumbled upon a private beach...and a very attractive man half-buried in the sand.

Singing Stones by Kalikuks [4,158 words]

“You are mine?” “Yes.” It is barely a whisper, and Seeker nuzzles the hand pressed to his cheek, “I’ve been lookin’ all over for you.” “And here I am,” the other mer purrs.

Sunlit Scales by Interrobang [28,346 words] Reccer comment: "Yaaay it made it and heres my rec Sunlit Scales in which cole is mer and hanzo fisherman. Theres smut but overall very wholesome and cute 😌"

A collection of stories about fisherman Hanzo and merman McCree. Absolutely filthy. (Gets fluffy in later chapters because...eggs. Still occasionally dirty af though.)

Tide by hunahuna_un [3,306 words]

Just two mers, swimming in the deep sea, chasing each other cause they're so gay.

- Just the thought of Hanzo doing the dance of the sirens made him groan, let alone seeing it, this close. Finally.

Never had Jesse felt this excited about the dance of their kind - enticing him, just so. Hanzo had captured him completely, lured him in from the first flick of his tail, the first gleam of interest flashed from his eyes. He tried to reach out to touch, but Hanzo swam just out of reach again, pulling an impatient growl out of Jesse.

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We've reached the end of the MerMay recs! Thank you to everyone who submitted a recommendation, and to spinefrepple for suggesting the theme!

If you find a fic you love using this rec list, be sure to leave the author kudos and a comment! Even "I found this fic because someone recced it" is a lovely thing to say.

Come back next time for Week 15: "Loud and Proud," celebrating the start of Pride month with fics about LGBTQIA+ identities and/or Pride events.

In the meantime, you can also check out the Week 13 recs here, or check the full list of past and future themes here.

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[blackmambaboobs]

Requests Are Open (Read First, Please)!

Howdy! I’m in the mood to write Reader insert stuff and wanted to let you know what I will and won't write! But first, introductions! A little bit about me: I'm Rot, 20, I use they/them pronouns and have been writing since I was young! I love to write about the fandoms I hyperfixate on and share my work with others that are into the same stuff as me! Note: I will often go without writing for weird lengths of time and that includes answering requests. This is due to my Executive Dysfunction and other mental health issues, so please be patient with me! I also like to post my drawn art on here as well from time to time!

Fandoms: ⭐ FNAF: Security Breach: Monty, Chica, Roxy, Freddy, Sundrop, Moondrop ⭐ Star Wars (The Mandalorian, The Book Of Boba Fett, Clone Wars, etc'): Boba, Paz, Fennec, Din, Plo Koon, Poe, Kylo, K2SO, Grievous, Han, Darth Maul ⭐ TF2: Engineer, Sniper, Spy, Scout, Medic, Heavy, Demoman, Soldier, Pyro, Ms. Pauling, Saxton ⭐ Transformers (TFP, TFA, Gen 1, RID2015, and MTMTE): Any ⭐ Call Of Duty: Konig, Ghost, John, Soap, Alejandro, Rudy, Gaz, Keegan, Roach, Valeria, Krueger, Graves ⭐ Overwatch (1, 2): Reaper, Sombra, Soldier 76, Tracer, Genji, Hanzo, Reinhardt, Ramattra, Zenyatta, Maximilien, Cole, Doomfist, Mauga, Lifeweaver, Mercy, Moira, Sigma, Venture, D.Va, Roadhog, Junkrat, Widowmaker, Lucio, Zarya ⭐ Poppy Playtime: Catnap, Dogday, Huggy Wuggy ⭐ Pressure: Painter, Sebastian ⭐ Marvel: Ultron, Tony, Steve, Bucky, Wanda, Natasha, Bruce, Sam Wilson, Loki, Deadpool, Logan, Colossus, Venom, Eddie, Doc Ock, The Spot (Spider-Verse), Miguel (Spider-Verse), Spider Noir (Spider-Verse), Peter B. Parker (Spider-Verse), Cable ⭐ JJBA: Jotaro (Adult only), Jonathan, Avdol, Polnareff, Holy, DIO, N'Doul, Rohan, Bruno, Abbacchio Risotto, Ghiaccio, Jolyne, Ermes, Weather Report, Anasui Monsters/Creatures: ⭐ Centaurs ⭐ Elves ⭐ Demons ⭐ Angels ⭐ Orcs ⭐ Dragons ⭐ Hybrids ⭐ Nagas ⭐ Harpies ⭐ Mermaids ⭐ Vampires ⭐ Werewolves ⭐ Cyclops ⭐ Driders ⭐ Gargoyles ⭐ Ghosts ⭐ Aliens ⭐ Robots/Androids ⭐ Shadow beings ⭐ Anything tentacle related ⭐ Dullahans ⭐ Kitsunes Will Write About: ⭐ Smut ⭐ Suggestive ⭐ Angst ⭐ Fluff ⭐ SFW ⭐ Violence/Gore ⭐ Dub-Con ⭐ Anything mental/physical health conditions or illnesses related (as long as I'm familiar with the said condition or illness) ⭐ Anything death related ⭐ Different cultures or traditions (as long as I'm familiar with said cultures or traditions, I'm not trying to stereotype or offend others in any way) ⭐ Self-harm scars ⭐ Alcohol ⭐ Drugs (Only about Weed and Shrooms) ⭐ Smoking/vaping ⭐ Anything medical related (as long as I'm familiar with it) ⭐ Group sex ⭐ A/B/O (Omegaverse) ⭐ AUs Won't Write About: ⭐ Incest/Stepcest ⭐ Rape/Non-Con ⭐ Pedophilia  ⭐ Zoophilia/Beastiality ⭐ Self-harm/Suicide  ⭐ Cheating (infidelity) ⭐ Any kinks or fetishes related to scat, urine, feet, death, vore, ageplay, or CNC ⭐ Substance abuse or addictions ⭐ Orgies ⭐ Anything Proship/comship related ⭐ Anything that encourages or agrees with illegal and/or harmful activities ⭐ OCs/FCs Note: I only do gender neutral Reader (unless you specifically request AFAB, AMAB, or Intersex) and will only do four characters at a time for multiple character headcanons! If you aren't sure if what you requested is allowed or you have questions, just ask! I'll gladly let you know! If I write about a topic or subject (medical, cultures, etc') incorrectly, please be patient with me and inform me!

[darkdragon1986]

Inktober Day 1: Poisonous 🐍🖊

This drawing is inspired by @bluandorange ‘s gorgeous Naga!Hanzo🐍

[1800areyouslapping]

Yandere Shimada bros for older ordinary female reader please? Maybe either all human OR Hanzo and Genji are oni/naga that have accepted reader as their mother after she helped/raised them briefly? Noncon and nothing underage of course

Non-Con/Yandere/Naga!Shimadas/Psuedo-Incest/Oviposition/Breeding. Sheesh, this is unnecessarily long, sorry lol But for some reason this woke me out of my creative hibernation, it’s all I got, and now it’s time for me to go back to sleep. Around 4k. 

As a little girl, you were the type to run off into the neighboring woods and come back with a wounded animal or two, much to your parent’s dismay. A dog; a homeless kitten you were permitted to keep. One time it was a turtle you found on the sidewalk in town. He lived in your backyard’s pond until the day came when he just wasn’t there anymore. Another time, a lost baby duck in the middle of the road, nearly run over by a car. Your mother called a local wildlife conservation group to come and pick the poor thing up. It couldn’t live with you, mother had said, the cat would tear it to shreds.  

You loved taking care of them, mothering the motherless. Giving love, and feeling needed.

In your mid-twenties, you inherited your childhood home on the edge of the woods (father died of a heart attack, mother succumbed to cancer.) During your grief, you came across two of the most precious, mythical creatures. Both of whom needed your motherly love more than any helpless creature you’d ever stumbled across. Two naga boys. Brothers who lingered around your home, stealing yard ornaments, sneaking in through the doggy door to take food.

You “caught” them one night. To your great suspicion, your instincts told you the boys wanted to be caught. They lingered at the edge of your bed, peaked over the mountains of blankets, watching you sleep. You’re not sure what it was that kept you calm. You didn’t scream, didn’t kick nor fight. Whether it was the numbness from loss, or your overwhelming urge to coddle, to mother, to feel loved; the two adolescent boys with human torsos and lower halves of snakes didn’t scare you. You hardly questioned their existence in your universe.

The older one, Hanzo. The younger one, Genji. They had lost their parents just as you had lost yours. They had nothing to fear from you, they latched on the right sap.

You raised them; watched them grow; they were your world. And boy, did they grow. Grow and grow ‘til your little home couldn’t accommodate them anymore. Not that it ever properly housed two nagas; you would come to accept that they needed your loving nurturing, your babying, your presence more than your roof or your food; they much preferred hunting wild animals. They turned from baby-faced teenagers into sharp-featured, stunning, otherworldly creatures within the blink of an eye. Handsome boys; your boys.  

Grumpy Hanzo with his perfectly kept beard, and his man bun fade; you caught him preening all the time. He loved getting caught, you knew this. Because that meant you’d come and do the preening for him. Casanova Genji, he would have broken hearts if there were any around to break with his charming, hypnotizing smile, and his unruly hair; you had to beg him to sit still, and had to wrangle the boy every time he needed a trim.  

Both of them with their unique shimmering, long, and powerful tails. Hanzo’s dark blue, Genji’s a forest green. The first time you bathed them you found that their scales responded to touch; they changed colors. From sea greens, to light purples, shiny golds, rich silvers, and even hints of pink on occasions. Both of them with their fine, soft mains that line their tails from the small of their back all the way to the tip of their body, fanning out. The hair was always a favorite of yours to comb and run your fingers through.  

Rasing them into adulthood was no easy task. They were territorial from the moment they accepted you as their mother. No neighbors pet was safe (no matter how far their homes might have been from yours), they all ended up dead, toyed with, and eaten. Their remains, in your yard. You chided them for hunting the animals, they continued to do it. You wrote it off as something that was in their nature, there was nothing you could do to change it.

They would also steal things. They’d sneak into their homes and bring you back gifts, leaving them at the foot of your bed for you to find in the morning. Before they’d grow out of stealing and pilfering household pets many of your neighbors would move, stating they no longer felt safe living near the forest.

“Today it’s a necklace, tomorrow it’s dear old fluffy from down the street,” a former resident had gripped to you. He dropped by before he took his family and left, an oddly traditional fellow. He shook his head, placed both hands on his hips. He had no idea you were harboring the source of the problem. “The next day? It’ll be one of my kids going missin’.” He looked distastefully at the forest. “Somethin’ sinister’s made a home in there.”

You forced a smile, wished him well. Tried not to let the offense you took from his words spill out of your mouth. You felt protective, ready to verbally tear his head off. They didn’t know any better, would never hurt a human.

They longed to stay with you, but it was in their nature to find a cave and make a nest for themselves in the woods. A treasure trove in the woods. Luxuriously made up, every time you visited they had new things. More blankets, more oils, more trinkets, more jewelry. You questioned where exactly they got their things from. They would state that perhaps your ignorance was for your own good.  

Turned out they hadn’t grown out of the petty theft after all.

They were always less active during the fall, nearly slept all day by the fireplace in the winter. When they grew out of your home, you’d check up on them in their den to find them curled around the natural hot spring located deeper inside of the cave. Woe is the life of a cold-blooded creature.

Another winter has just passed; cold and long. It’s the first spring day where the rise in temperature is noticeable. Bees are buzzing around your garden. Birds incessantly chirping trying to entice mates. You have a good feeling the boys will be up and about, lively as they ever are at the start of spring, and will be expecting you. You’re shocked they haven’t shown up at your doorstep yet, each dragging along the corpse of their fresh spring kill.

You know the way to their den by heart, naturally finding the entrance shrouded by vines and moss in no time. You enter, you know you’re welcome, careful not to slip on the dewy rock underfoot. There’s murmuring coming from deep inside the cave. You walk forward finding the boys lounging in the hot spring, rather than around it, deep in conversation with one another.

Genji notices you first. His attention whips to you. He slithers quickly out of the water. So swift you can barely comprehend his movements. He gasps. “Mama!” Genji exclaims. He grabs your shoulders, kisses your cheek deeply. “We were just speaking of you.”

He rears up. Stands tall, towering over you. Water rolls down his chest, his hair is messy with it. You’d like him to get back down to your level so you can tidy it. “Were you?” You look around Genji to Hanzo, who looks perturbed for what reason you don’t know yet. With him, it could be anything. “Sweetie, how was your hibernation? Each time I trekked for a checkup the both of you were too out of it to even acknowledge I visited.”  

Neither of them answer. Genji searches your face, his tail flitting back and forth wildly. Restless, like he needs to blow off steam. Hanzo continues to stare, his own tail doing the same thing across the service of the steaming water, mouth in a hard line. Something is… off.  

“You smelled of a man,” Hanzo says. “You still smell of that man.”

Your mouth drops open. That sounded like an accusation. “A-and?” You look up to Genji, shrug your shoulders. “I was lonely.” You reach out to brush your hand over his arm. “I didn’t have my boys to keep me company.”

You’re not sure why you find yourself explaining. Telling them that he’s a nice man, who could fulfill needs they aren’t responsible for. You think that one day he may even be trusted enough to be introduced to them. It’s the vibe they’re giving off, the same kind of vibe they’d bring back with them after they had slaughtered yet another beloved pet, and laid it at your feet.

“It is as we thought,” Hanzo says. He emerges from the water. Is at your back faster then Genji was at your front.  

Genji nods in agreement, his tail whips faster. His energy is giving you a fleeting feeling in your belly. Hanzo places a hand on your shoulder, instinctively you place your own hand over his. “You’ll always be my special boys, no matter who else comes into my life,” you reason. Hanzo’s grip tightens; your heart races.  

Genji’s eyes brighten as if he has the solution to the unspoken problem. “There is no need for anyone else.” He eyes your body, his hand trails down his front. His cloaca opens slightly, his sexes peaking. Your breath catches in your chest, you understand now. The aura in the room, the cave is thick with a sexual charge. They’re fully mature now, and it’s mating season.

You pat Hanzo’s hand. “What you’re feeling is natural, but,” you shake your head regrettably, “I can’t help you with this.” You feel sorry for them. You’ve never seen another naga, and you haven’t the slightest idea of how they could satisfy their urges without another one around.

“You can,” Hanzo says. His grip tightens. His hard body presses against your back. “You fulfilled your role as our mother to perfection, now you will be just as good a one to our clutch.”

“No, no.” You attempt to pry his hand from your shoulder. His fingers are digging. It is unwise for you to remain here. “I should go,” you say.

Genji reaches out, cups your face. His cocks pop out, one smaller, one bigger, both symmetrical to his size. Hanzo’s do the same. Pressing hot against your back, leaking on your shirt, the wetness sliding down your spine. You shiver, smack Genji’s hand away, and tear your shoulder from Hanzo’s grip.

“That’s enough,” you demand, mustering all the motherly authority you have in your body. “Put those things way, you can’t mate with me.” You’d argue that they shouldn’t be mating the same person either, but you don’t feel that the reminder that they are -brothers- matters much at this moment.  

“But we can,” Genji says with earnest. “Our birth mother was human.”

Your eyes glass over, you’re dizzy. You’ve never been frightened of them before. Now that they’re crowding you, they smell of sweat and hormones. Their primal instincts have taken over their sound minds… the back of your shirt is soaked. You’re scared. Their feelings are misplaced, and not because they’re naga, but because you are you and they are who they are.

Out of all the times they had spoken of their parents they never once mentioned their mother being human. You feel a jarring pang of resentment from this. What else have they been keeping from you? “Well,” you gulp, bring a shaky hand to your chest, “I said no, and that’s the end of it.”

You try to slip out from between them. You can’t believe you’re going to run but you are. You’ll never receive the chance. Hanzo scoops you up. Effortless, one arm wrapped around your waist. White-hot pain surges through your shoulder, brief, it’s gone in an instant. Not even enough time to scream before your limbs are falling limp, useless to your sides. Your toes droop, pointed towards the floor, your head lolls to the side.

“Hanzo,” you whimper. He licks languidly at the bite. His fangs may be pointy and sharp, but he didn’t tear, didn’t writhe his head like he does when he bites into the prey that he means to eat. You’re not bleeding too badly, the wound isn’t fatal. His venom paralyzes, it doesn’t kill.

Now you’re a weeping, living doll at their mercy. This isn’t the first time you’ve been bitten by one of them. The first time it was Genji, he was young. He was playing with you and got too rowdy. He bit you, instantly falling into a sobbing mess when you screamed and clutched your arm in pain. He didn’t know any better; they… still don’t know any better…. he wasn’t fully grown so the venom took longer do its job.

You fell to the floor in your kitchen just short of getting to the phone. The analog clock shined brightly. You watched the minutes tick by while Genji cuddled and sobbed into your neck, blubbering about how Hanzo would rip him apart when he found out he had killed mama, and he’d let him. He wanted to die, he didn’t want to live without you. You found the sentiment to be rather melodramatic, if you could have laughed it off, you would have. Now seeing the lengths they are willing to go to keep you to themselves, you realize that their feelings really do run that deep.  

Hanzo holds you, Genji removes your clothes. Piece by piece it all falls to the floor ‘til you’re bare, and there’s not a thing you can do about the chagrin you feel from being utterly exposed in front of your boys. They explore your body with unabashed interest. Groping, tugging, caressing. Praising the softness of your skin, marveled by the bumps that raise from their touch.  

“Humans kiss with their tounges,” Genji says. They are no strangers to how human sex works or physical human affections. You never bothered to police what they consumed through media. Never monitored their internet time. While this is the first contact they’ve had with a female body (to your knowledge) they’re not totally ignorant. Regardless, something tells you that instinct is going to be a greater teacher than anything they ever found on the internet.

Genji lifts your chin with a finger. Kisses you once, testing. Kisses you again; slips his tongue into your mouth. He reaches further inside, exploring just as he did your body. He breaches the back of your throat. You gag. You can’t breathe, fantom limbs reach out to push Genji away. He realizes this and withdraws his tongue. He pets your face apologetically. “Sorry, sorry.”  

The venom doesn’t wholly inhibit your ability to speak but does make it a daunting task that takes far more concentration than it usually would. Thank God, because you probably would have told him it was okay.

Hanzo curls his tail into a seat, places you in it, holding you upright with the thinnest part of his tail wrapped tightly around your waist. He spreads your legs so they can explore more. Genji looks, while Hanzo continues to open you up. Using curious, rough fingers to spread your folds and prod at both of your holes. Commenting on your warmth and how the smell of you makes his stomach tighten and his cocks throb.

Your skin tingles all over, your face is hot. You’re paralyzed, not numb. Can feel every touch, every bit of Genji’s fevered breath as he lowers himself and hovers over your pussy, tongue flicking out to lap at your labia. Hanzo’s powerful chest. His stomach muscles flex and ripple against your back. The solid muscle that is his tail under your thighs; the cool, smooth scales that protect it. His erections twitching and leaking, sticky against your bare skin.

Hanzo licks along the shell of your ear. Hums when you moan: a strangled sound. Genji decided to explore your sex the way he explored your mouth, reaching much farther than he was able to go in your throat. “Feels good?” Hanzo questions. “Do you see now, mama? We can fulfill your every need.”

You don’t want to see, eyelids stuck open in a perpetual stare, you have no choice. Genji looks serene down between your legs. The widest part of his tongue disappears between your slit. His wet lips meet the wet folds of your pussy. The long, slick muscle writhes and circles around your insides. It isn’t physically painful, what they’re doing to you. That doesn’t change the shame; this isn’t right. Doesn’t change the betrayal of trust that keeps a steady flow of tears streaming down your face.

But your tumultuous feelings also doesn’t change that it -does- feel good. The venom forces you to relax; forces you to hard focus on the sensations running rapidly through your body. Hanzo’s curious tongue and soft lips on your neck. His low, gruff grunts. The scent permeating your nose that is so distinctly male. The frustrating pressure in your belly. Genji’s merely enjoying his time, there’s no finesse to his method, without meaning to he’s keeping you on the edge.  

Your clit pulses, crying out for attention that it won’t be getting. Genji retreats his tongue, buries his nose into your folds and breaths deeply. Keeps doing so all the way up to your belly, eyes shut tight, completely immersed in your scent. He opens his eyes and he gazes up at you wistfully, drunk and happy. “Mama, you are so pretty,” he sniffs again, nuzzling his face into the soft parts of your lower tummy, “smell so good, you are perfection.”    

Genji backs off with a delighted smile.  

Hanzo drapes you on your back over the midsection of his tail, supports your neck by curling the thinnest part around it. Hanzo holds your hips steady with a bruising grip, presses the tip of his smaller cock to your entrance and sinks in. He hisses out of pleasure, the apples of his cheeks flaming red. Hanzo’s thicker, longer length slides between your cheeks, pokes into your back. You almost mustered up the strength to request that he take it slow. It’s too late now.

The stretch burned enough to pull the air from your lungs; but you’re wet, he’s messing your walls with precum, so you adjust quickly. Hanzo doesn’t thrust, rather moves you up and down on his cock. Taking more of him each time ‘til he’s pressuring your cervix, opening it a little more with each jab.

He’s priming you to accept his clutch. At first, you wince at the foreign feeling. Then you start to feel high, thoughts swimming, a rush of endorphins coursing through your veins. His seed is doing something to your womb. Numbing it, turning it into a tingly heating pad within your body.

Hanzo’s eyes smolder, bear longing. Even as he has you in the exact way that he desires you. He bounces you, fully seated, on his cock. Faster and faster ‘til your heels are bouncing steadily off of his sides, lewd, wet slaps echo off the walls of the cave, your arms swinging deadweight. The frustrating pressure that Genji left in your belly finally comes to fruition. You cum, and so does Hanzo. Thick, healthy ropes of it, so much it seeps and spills from your body.  

The room spins, your vision blurs. The exchange between his two cocks is near unnoticeable. Only when he hisses, long and drawn out, his fingers dig painfully into your hips, and the first egg stretches you wider, do you realize he made the exchange. The egg moves at a snail’s pace through your canal. Bulges through your pubic mound, lower tummy, and disappears when it finally exits his cock and settles, weighty inside of your womb.  

He pushes out another one, baring teeth, and closing his eyes in concentration. The egg easily joins its sibling, swimming in a sea of seed. He sighs blissfully. “That is much better.” Hanzo rubs your belly. “They will fertilize by morning, grow bigger. You will be so round, mama.”

You swallow to bring moisture back into your hoarse throat. “How do you know these things?” you ask.

“Father left behind a journal.” His fingers fan out over the expanse of your belly. Adoring, and in love with the small baby bump. “He was able to teach us, even though he is gone. I think I will do the same, for our children.”

A journal. You had spent so many years doing your own research, sifting through the plethora of false information and fairy tales in pursuit of being as educated about them as you possibly could be, and there has been a journal written and containing information from an actual naga? If you could slap him, you would. You want to beat your fists against both of their chests.

Speaking of Genji. For a boy that you know to be restless and impatient, he has been exceedingly quiet, up until now. “My turn, Hanzo.” His voice is strained, nearly as shot as your own is.

Hanzo agrees. “Take care,” he says has he hand you over to him, “the eggs can–”

“I know this,” Genji snaps. “A lecture on being careful is unneeded.” Poor thing is pent up. Frustration painted all over his face. What is normally a cheeky but kind face is hardened and hungry as he splays you in his lap the same way Hanzo did.

Hanzo lets the attitude slide with a grunt. Too tired, far too satisfied to argue.

Genji keeps you secured with the tip of his tail wrapped around the section just below your breasts. Nothing’s slow or careful about the way he enters you. He’s all in in one fell swoop. Leans forward and holds onto the both of your tits, grips tightly as he thrusts with vigor. Intensely looks you in the eyes. He pants, you can feel his hot breath on your face. Sweat beads in his hairline. It rolls down his forehead and drips onto your lip.    

He cums loudly, his stomach convulses, his pecs flex. He whimpers, as if the pleasure felt so good it hurt. How much cum he left inside of you, you can’t tell. Can no longer feel anything but the tingling and the eggs. Genji doesn’t remove his hands from your breasts. He’s latched on, they’ll be black and blue by the time he’s done. Rather he slithers and shifts, thrusts until his egg-laying cock meets your cunt, and slips inside with ease.    

“Oh, mama, mama, mama,” he chants while he pushes. The sound of it sends electricity through your abdomen. Your face flushes from how much it affects you. The wanting and neediness in his voice is unfair and chips away at your will. Genji chokes out a one last “mama.” Your stomach rounded another inch with the inclusion of two new eggs.  

“Genji,” Hanzo yawns, “keep her elevated.”

“I know, I know,” Genji says. Tone much more agreeable now than before. “Until the plug forms, I remember.”

The moment’s pass. Both of the boys fondle your belly. Hanzo assures you that the venom should be wearing off soon, but does not apologize for using it in the first place, it was “necessary.” He’s not wrong. They converse about your living situation as if you’re not seated, naked, legs thrown over Genji’s shoulder and rump pressed against Genji’s stomach, his arm curled around your thighs. It’s decided that you’ll be living with them now, it’s time they took care of you.  

When they feel its time, Genji opens your legs, and Hanzo inserts two fingers inside of you, taps on something hard formed over your cervix. “It is there, we can bathe her now.”

Hanzo lifts you up bridal style. He carries you over to the onsen. Slithers in and lets the hot water do most of the work. Carefully he leans you back into the water so Genji can wash your sweat-matted hair. He takes extra special care. Scratching your scalp, massaging your temples. The water helps awaken your muscles. Your toes flex, your fingers twitch.

You’re able to hold your own head up again, even if your exhaustion makes it feel near impossible. Hanzo cradles you against his chest, gliding a hand over your back. Genji is casually speaking about how they’d like you to name the babies when they’ve hatched. He doesn’t doubt you’ll be their favorite person, just as you are theirs.

“Do you think they’ll listen to me, the way you two do?” A rhetorical question. Not meant to be funny, but they chuckle.

You fall asleep with both eyes and hands on your belly. You admit to yourself, you like the way it feels. Smooth, hard like the pregnant bellies of friends and coworkers that allowed you to touch theirs. You’re not sure what it is, whether its the shock or the mother in you that keeps you calm. It’s certainly the mother that looks forward to the process, to being pregnant. Four little nagas, that’s a lot of work; that’s a challenge. That’s a lot of love to give and receive.

[valehiisi-old]

*clears throat* Just wanted to let everybody know that Naga!Hanzo is an absolutely perfect thing and I’d like to thank @bluandorange for their wonderful stuff that got this idea stuck in my head in the first place.

[tacticalvisor76]

a/n: wow i really need to get to all 11 of those request. brain: write the naga hanzo hc’s rn or i will not let you focus on even the tiniest bit of writing. 

so behold, a few dumb hc’s of naga!hanzo and his human s/o. kind of seeing hanzo with patterns similar to a moonglow boa. 

Naga!Hanzo: 

Hanzo already knows that you are home before he even sees you. Recognizes you by your Scent. 

Also, you’ll never be able to truly sneak up on your naga bf due to him being able to sense pretty much everything going on in the area around him, so sneaking up on him is never going to happen. 

Thinks it’s really cute that you, what should have been his prey (turned lover) tries to sneak up on him in an attempt to do cute human things, and kiss him or hug him in surprise. 

Loves coiling around you whenever you snuggle up together. In his opinion, it’s the most wonderful thing because your safe in his coils and he’s also warm. 

Never says it out loud but he truly loves having a human as a mate. 

Is especially thankful during the winter seasons for you being human. Loves being able to coil around you or just lay with you in bed and enjoying his time with you before he becomes dormant and rest. 

You even went and did one of the kindest things for him, installing a warm heating mat and some light fixtures to help keep him warm when you are out, Hanzo was sure to thank you at the beginning of your relationship for doing this. 

You’ll be a bit lonely during this time, but don’t worry. Just watch over him and remember when he wakes up Hanzo is going to be clingy. Very, very clingy. 

Hanzo takes very good care of his scales. and will periodically shed his skin. Is not fond of shedding his skin, as everything feels raw and new. He’s very sensitive to touch during this time so please handle him with care. 

[mercurytail]

‘Shedding’

This is a McHanzo Au One-shot Inspired by @bluandorange ‘s Snake Charmer Au. I hope you like it :)

The Itch starts near his hips, in a day it spread to well over half the length of his scaled tale. It was only a slight burn, something he could ignore. ‘It was just an itch it would cease soon enough’.

After a few days, the itch still had not subsided. Hanzo still felt nervous about his new appendage, so decides to keep it to himself. ‘If it’s not gone by the end of the week I will contact Angela’, at least that’s what he told himself.

Within a week however the desire to scratch and rub on anything nearby was nearly subconscious. Every movement, to a room, from the bath, even while eating was clouded by the deep need to rub and pull his body along any rough surface. He rubs on door frames, chairs, and on Reinhardt even; by mistake (desperation) on a mission.

After that incident, Hanzo flees to his quarters, he makes the choice not to leave other than to get food; As he has no missions coming up for another two weeks.

He rubs down his scales with the advanced anti-itch lotion he had bought online. At this point he was on his 4th tube. After another day he starts to notice the cloudy texture of his scales. He could almost pick at them but they were so tender it hurt to do so.

After two days of being isolated in his room, there was a soft knock at the door. He knew by this point the other would have picked up on his absence. He was known for his promptness and tendency to stick to his schedule. He knew this would come and was prepared to turn whoever it was away. He just needed to know who it was first. So he waited.

Another knock rings from the door. He dares not speak. Soon a voice comes from the hall. “Han, I know you’re in there. You gonna’ let me in?”

McCree. Why him. He knew why. They’d been dating for a little while now and it was inevitable that he would seek Hanzo out once he realized something was up. Hanzo had just stubbornly held onto the thought he might not notice before it was over. The fact it took this long only called to the fact McCree only just returned to base from a mission that afternoon.

“Either you let me in or I push the code in myself” McCree calls. Hanzo relents and motions for the door to unlock and open.

McCree stands on the other side, hand poised over the keypad.

“Come in,” Hanzo motions for him then sits on the bed (a specially ordered king size circle mattress, with an abundance of pillows around it), as stoic and guarded as when they first met.

McCree walks in, he looks around then lets his gaze fall to his Boyfriend. His tail is awkwardly wrapped around the bed frame. An odd sheen is visible on the skin. He then joins Hanzo on the bed. “You gonna’ tell me what’s got you all squirreled away? Or am I gonna’ have tah guess?” McCree is stern but his voice is jovial and open.

“I…I have it under control.” Hanzo remain standoffish.

“I think Rein would argue, now I know he likes to exaggerate but he said you nearly knocked him over. That has me worried. I’ve seen you rubbin’.” McCree places his hand around his boyfriends hip, stroking the skin there lightly with his thumb. “Have you at least gone to see Angie?”

Hanzo holds his head high, but looks away. “No.”

“Do you need me to get her? Cause if this is serious and you are just too stubborn to’ ge’”

“I know what it is. It will pass with time” He interrupts. Hanzo then turns his head down in admission. “I am shedding. I was merely self-conscious and wary. I realized not shortly after the symptoms arose my new subconscious instincts were insistent I be aware in this tender state. After I shed my scales they will be weak, new and soft. At least that is what Angela had said upon my first real exam over my new….physiology. I did not want to share that with anyone. To be seen in such a vulnerable state.” Hanzo folds his arms over his chest; guarded. He could trust McCree, he knew this. But the still vestigial remains of fear of rejection guided his actions.

“I see.” McCree then stands and walks to the door. Hanzo looks to him with uncertainty in his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that.” McCree smirks. “I’m just goin’ to get you some heating pads from the med bay. Maybe they’ll help and I’m also gonna tell Angie you’re all good. She might have some advice even.” and with that he was out the door.

Hanzo sits back against the head of his bed and accepts his fate.  Even if that fate is to be pampered by McCree.

Over the next day McCree fetches food and necessities for Hanzo. That night he begins to shed. Hanzo doesn’t even know how to help it along, this being his first time ‘shedding’. His old skin starts to peel back at his waste were the scales start.

McCree does a bit of research and finds that peeling it off like a sock might help. So, they do just that. Hanzo slides along his floor between the wall and bed, gently pulling himself along letting his shed pull away from his new scales softly. McCree just watches supportively not saying a word.

After a four hour ordeal Hanzo lays tiredly on his bed and there is a crumpled up husk of skin in the corner where McCree moves it. They will discard it later. McCree goes to Hanzo. “Ya need anything sweetness?” He asks softly, lightly petting Hanzo’s fresh new scales.

“No,” He sighs. “Come here.” he pulls himself over to one side and motions for Jesse to join him. The other man does so and Hanzo curls around the larger man. “Thank you, Jesse.” Hanzo says as he looks to be drifting off to sleep.

“Anytime Hebi-baby” McCree chuckles as he also closes his eyes succumbing to some much needed sleep.

[cyberrat]

Bush viper Hanzo, smol and powerful and quick, and Gaboon viper/rattlesnake Jesse, so much bigger and lazy and thicc. Jesse just laying over Hanzo doing his pretty mating dance and wrapping around him, holding him down. Hanzo is being indignant and trying to play it cool but how can he when that agile little rattle/tip of his tail is slowly playing with the opening of his cloaca and getting him ready for Jesse's snake dicc?

Anonymous said: “Rattlesnake Jesse. His tail starts rattling during orgasm. :3c“

When Hanzo moves, the sharp scales along the back of his tail dig into the softer flesh of McCree’s underside. He grunts, twisting once again, trying to keep his prey still while the inquisitive tip of his tail nudges against the tightly closed genital slit.

“Come on,” he huffs, rubbing his scruffy chin along the side of Hanzo’s face. “Come on.” He’s definitely whining, but there’s nothing to it. He’s horny, and Hanzo is beneath him, pretty and warm from the sun he’d been lying in just a moment ago, and writhing so enticingly just for him.

“You are a brute,” Hanzo hisses, fingers digging into the loose sand around them, trying to drag himself away to no avail: Jesse is easily twice as heavy and crushing him against the warm ground. “And get off of me,” Hanzo spits, blue tail lashing, trying to twist himself out from beneath McCree’s frustratingly thorough grip.

He can feel himself loosing the uphill battle quickly. McCree is a charmer, even if he is unbelievably clumsy, and Hanzo can feel the sticky wet drag of his cock against the back of his tail. 

McCree is already out and needy, when Hanzo’s muscles are just about now starting to give in to the insistent prodding of his cheekily rattling tail.

“Just a little bit,” McCree murmurs, wheedling as he reaches around and cups Hanzo’s pec, squeezing it in time with his slow, rolling thrusts.

As it looks to Hanzo, McCree will be too lazy to drag himself around and fuck him; rather, he’ll rub himself off against Hanzo’s smooth, warm scales, taking the pain of the sharp ridges along his spine digging into his soft belly in stride, while feeling Hanzo up and playing with the silky slit of his genitals.

It could be a worse day, he supposes.

[wellthebardsdead]

Mccree: give a man an egg and he can feed himself for a day. Breed a man who can lay eggs and suddenly you’re taking science too far!

Naga Hanzo: …Hunter are you trying to tell me something?

[logo-dojo]

For a request could you draw hanzo as a naga?

Ya really got me with this request, I've never drawn Naga before this, but no worries cause I learned some things while making it! I'm mighty sorry about the wait, I got a lot of programs to keep up with it. Hope ya know I never meant for it to happen and I couldn't be happier to draw for ya!

[strawberrykaktus]

>;I

[yandereaffections]

Hanzo would be a Mamushi, Venomous and located in Japan ❤️

Hanzos possessiveness and overprotection won’t stop, if anything it’s worse

Territorial behavior keeps you within his sight 24/7, his gaze always on you assuring protection from any possible threat or rival

Scenting you with coils wrapped around you snug and tight holding you close to his chest, ignoring any sign of struggle you make to lossen his grip obviously overwhelmed

The patterns spread along hanzos scales are the signature marking of the Shimada family showing his status and history from the scars riddled across both scales and skin, which may or may not benefit him

His family name obvious to all there are those who flee on sight, whoever was talking to you, flirting in a humorous enough way to make it seem like they’re just joking with you cowered within sight of him, recognizing his scent embedded on you backing away from you immediately apologizing repeatedly

Of course there are times where a past enemy of his will attempt to harm you for his scent radiating off of you, something that always worries hanzo leading him to constantly being there for you, protecting you within his coils the second the situation calls for it

Hanzo enjoys your caresses along his scales, tracing over each curve of the pattern admiring the light reflecting off the edges, playing with your hair as you do so, slowly feeling the softness comb inbetween his fingers doing his best to preserve the heavenly feeling

Hunts for your food the first few days of marking you down as his, not knowing the the dead rat dropped infront of you disgusting you. Hanzo will learn to cook for you, doing anything to assure your comfort, but it’ll take him some time to both properly cook and learn to ignore the animalistic urge to hunt raw food for you. Refusing for you to eat any premade frozen food, that stuff gets thrown away the moment you even show it to him

[jellygay]

Fullbody shaded commission for ZiarvieltEdols and their character Aaron with my Dragon!Hanzo and Naga!McCree.

[1800areyouslapping]

all those fine ass reblogs from your other acc somehow made me want naga!shimadas, be it them with read or sis!reader (who might also be a naga) would be very interesting. my monster fucker heart beats for this among many istg ill keep their eggs safe in me and keep the boys satisfied and loved aaaa-- mersharks shimadas arent so bad too, moonlit midnight liaisons on the shore wouldnt be at all bad

I know I already wrote something about the naga!Shimadas but I can spew some more. Especially is sister!reader is naga because now all I can picture is all three of them getting into these huge curled up snake piles. Either because they’re sleeping, or cuddling or fucking. If somebody were to walk in on them, and not know who they are, they wouldn’t know who’s who or what belongs to who or what’s even happening. I can see the three of them being like gods up in the castle guarding riches and people try to come and steal it from them all the time. And I don’t know if I want them to just scare the dummies away or have a collection of bones at the entrance to warn people about how dumb they’re being. 

Meresharks are interesting too! Imagine you’re an avid skinny dipper. One night you go out and skinny dip in the ocean. I like to imagine you’re either visiting or living in Japan. You have a nice little, secluded spot on the beach you go to. You get tossed around by a wave and end up hitting your head on some rocks or coral. You knock out cold. You would’ve drowned but mereshark!genji and mereshark!hanzo save you! You wake up in a seaside cave and you’re uh….. blood is being licked clean by two shark men. Things escalate from there, you wouldn’t belive what happens next.