It's a shame overwatch sucks now :( I loved getting so many overwatch requests
🌙 He never allowed himself to have any sort of relationship, let alone romance, since he had been turned years ago. He always felt as though he didn't deserve to be loved, and the fact that he was now a demon cemented that feeling inside of him.
🌙 He was turned about a few weeks after he had killed Genji. Madness and grief overtook him and he decided to tempt fate to bring his bother back. He performed a ritual that had started to show some promise only for things to sour rather quickly. He woke up with a start, nor realizing he passed out during the whole debacle to find himself no longer human.
🌙 When he first met you, he shrugged you off as yet another Overwatch agent from the recall. It wasn't until you saved him on a mission in Prague did you both start to talk a bit. He only meant to stay and thank you, but you had somehow compelled him into staying for coffee.
🌙 He caught feelings for you after a while. It didn't help that he knew you liked him in ways you didn't like others. He could hear your heart flutter and race a bit in your chest when you would see him or start talking, and he could smell the desire rolling off of you in waves that hypnotized him.
🌙 It took a while of courting on both sides before you both had shared your first kiss. It was outside, the two of you somehow broke from the crowd of drunk and rowdy soldiers, both of you flushed at the cheeks with the faint taste of alcohol on your breaths. Hanzo loves how you taste, but fuck, he hated himself for falling for a human.
🌙 He tries to play things cool. Hell, there are days where you make him feel human again with all of the tender loving and sweet words. But then there are days where life really beats the shit out him to the point where he feels himself slipping only for you to help him feel grounded.
🌙 There had been times when you almost saw what he was. Whether it was on the field or on base as you both tried to live as domestically as you could. He feels so guilty for even letting it out as much as he has in the past. He's more so worried about you being terrified of him, of thinking of him as a horrible monster. He couldn't bear the thoughts of you being so scared and disgusted of him.
🌙 When you did eventually see him, it was by pure accident. He doesn't even remember what had gotten him so angry and so distracted, but it slipped. He didn't hear the door slide open but he heard your heartbeat quicken. The look of shock on your face made him want to vomit as he just stood there like a deer in headlights, but then you asked him if he was okay like nothing was wrong.
🌙 He's cautious at first to let his demon side slip out behind closed doors between the two of you. At first it was a rare treat, but with time passing and his nerves easing, he found it rather comfortable to lounge with you even though the bed you both shared could barely handle the size of him.
🌙 His tattoo changes when he turns, from the beautiful dual blue dragons to the red oni mask as swirls of red and black ink scatter down his arm. His dragons also change as well, the two normally calm dragons now act like pissy little cats that only you can calm with gentle petting and scratches behind their little ears.
🌙 He likes it when you take the time to look at him when he's turned. Looking at his sharp pearly fangs, holding his hands to get a nice look at his ebony claws, crouching down to look at his hooves. He finds it adorable with how interested in this you are.
🌙 He runs so fucking warm. There's no need for blankets or pillows, use him instead. Just lay on top of him like he's the bed with his arms wrapped around you, careful of where he puts the claws, and you'll fall asleep faster than anyone ever could.
🌙 Hanzo's sense of smell is something else. He can smell you from across the base, his nose cutting through all of the sweat and blood and canteen food the base holds just so he can sniff you out to calm his nerves. He can also sniff out how you're feeling, too. It's pretty helpful after a long day of bullshit.
🌙 His hearing is also impeccable. Normally he uses his supernatural hearing to help him scope out whatever target out on the field, but he also uses it to listen to your heart. Any difference and Hanzo is on top of it whether you're in need of comfort or a fist to whatever fucker's face that's bothering you.
🌙 He loves it when you stroke his horns and trace the grooves and curves. He loves the feeling of your fingers running through his raven black hair, twirling his locks, soothing him from the thoughts that haunt him.
🌙 His voice changes too when he shifts. It gets even deeper and scratchier, almost like there's a slight echo to his satiny voice. Some of his words can get a little awkward to the sharp fangs in his mouth. You could listen to him talk for hours, and sometimes, he indulges you.
🌙 The last thing Hanzo would to even dream of is hurt you. It's almost happened a few times by accident where Hanzo would try to grab you or protect you on the field only for you both to somehow be spared. Just thoughts of what he could do to you haunt his nightmares.
🌙 Hanzo isn't afraid to use his heightened strength around you. Whether it's lifting something up for you to get under or even hoisting you up into his burly arms. He won't admit it, but he loves to show off just for you.
🌙 Hanzo's eyes are pretty different when he's a demon compared to his human form. The whites of his eyes are blacked out and his pupils are no longer visible in the sea of amber that make up his irises. He loves it when they reflect off of your eyes.
🌙 He's pretty tall when he's like that. Often times he uses his powers for good like getting the annoying shit off of the top shelves. Other times, he likes to be a little asshole and puts shit on the top shelf.
🌙 He's had a few incidents where he would turn and ruin his clothes. He usually wears baggier clothes like what he uses to train in, but there would be times when he would be wearing a tight t-shirt or pants only for the damn things to tear. You would always find him muttering curses in Japanese as he peeled off the poor torn fabrics.
🌙 There have been a couple of times where you walked in to find him with something stuck in his horns or wrapped around his tail or hooves. The funniest time was when you walked in on him trying to re-string his bow while he was lounging in his demon form. The poor string was somehow wrapped around his claws and both horns.
🌙 It can be pretty awkward for him to kiss you with his fangs, but damn it all if he doesn't try! He loves it when you kiss him though, pushing past the feeling of his fangs pressing against you as his clawed fingers gracefully touch you.
🌙 If you want his attention to snap to you immediately, tug on his horns. A good tug shuts him up and has his eyes pinning you in place as a faint blush pinkens his grayish cheeks. He especially loves it when you tug on his horn to make it easier to kiss him.
🌙 You had bought him larger clothes so they would be baggy on his person when he would turn and he fucking loves them. They swallow him when he's human but they're fucking perfect when he's a demon. He's going to love them to absolute death.
Debuted my Hanzo cosplay based on @dilfosaur 2demons comic today!
Obviously still need to make some improvements (and get myself a demon McCree) but to say I've never tried him out before to day I'm pretty pleased😊
Also even if your not into overwatch you need to read the 2demons comic because the storyline and the art, the art style, is SO GOOD, as well as watch @seigiva dub of it because his voice acting and editing gives it so much more intensity. Plus I would have never have found out about this comic if I hadn't found his channel 😁
McCree + Oni Hanzo. I love gentle hunter Jesse and shy demon Hanzo <3. Inspired by the fic Nocturne that I’m currently reading by delicaterosebud on Ao3. Haven’t done any traditional art for a long time so be gentle..
Request: demon hanzo attempting to enter salt circle around reader. Cant get through. Leaves. She thinks she's safe, but alas he returns with werewolf mccree. Mccree saunters over, swipes a palm of salt out of the circle and breaks the spell. Dubcon smut insues...
Note: As per anon’s request, this is heavy dubcon and p much coerced noncon. Read the tags and don’t @ me if this isn’t your thing.
Summary; You decide to summon a demon and there are some… unintended consequences
Summon a demon they said.
It would be funthey said.
You’d realized whata horrible mistake it was and retreated behind your salt circle,praying that it was strong enough to hold him back.
Try and try as thedemon named Hanzo might, he couldn’t touch you- any attempt to reachyou resulted in him snatching back the offending hand with a hiss anda snarl. A tenacious creature, he had not given up easily and youknew better than to think he’d up and vanished when he disappearedfrom view. Still, as the time ticked on you slowly warmed up to theidea of exiting your salt circle and making a mad dash to morepermanent safety. A small voice in the back of your head warned youof the danger, that he could be hiding in the shadows just beyondyour view waiting to snatch you up.
In the grand schemeof things, you should have booked it while you had the chance.Hindsight was 20/20 though and you’d made your decision for better orworse.
Whether it wasbetter or worse was in fact a matter of debate as the demon Hanzoreturned with a werewolf in tow.
Your blood rancold. A salt circle might hold back creatures from other realms, butwerewolves were very much from this plane of existence. You might aswell have been standing in a circle made of flour at this point forall the help it was going to be.
No sooner did thewerewolf take a swipe at the circle did you bound for the treeline.Part of your brain realized it was foolish and all you were doing wasensuring you died tired. The more instinctive part of your braindemanded you try anyway rather than simply accept your death lyingface down.
Your attempt wasadmirable but laughable. It took nothing for the werewolf to catch upto you and pin you to the dirt, the vampire looming over the pair ofyou.
He was mutteringunder his breath, watching you with quiet interest.
Equal parts curiousand alarmed, it took you a moment to notice the subtle shift ofabject terror pulsing through your veins bleeding into a fire beingstoked in your core.
Were you… turnedon? What the hell? When did that happen?
The adrenaline wasstill very much present in your system yet there was no denying thedesire starting to thrum through your body.
“What are youdoing to me?” It had to be the demon.
“You’re not theonly one who knows how to use magic, little witch. This spell willmake you much more agreeable.”
“Fuck you!”
“Oh, you will.You’ll be begging for it before long.”
You could have astubborn streak that made a mule look agreeable but unfortunatelycould not deny your new-found nature indefinitely. The werewolf keptyou pinned, his weight heavy enough to be immovable without beinguncomfortable. You squirmed, the fire stoked further by his bodyheat. As time ticked on your body screamed at you to let the pairhave their oh so wicked way with you.
The whine thatescaped you was involuntary as you shifted under the heavy weight ofthe werewolf. Bitterly aware of the wetness gathering between yourlegs and dripping down your thighs, the next thing you were aware ofwas the hot length rubbing against the thin material of your skirt.
It didn’t take agenius to realize it was the werewolf’s dick yet there was no tendrilof panic brewing in your gut that most assuredly should havebeen there.
No, much to thehorror of your still-logical-but-quickly-slipping-mind, you wantedit, deliberately squirming to rock back and forth against it.
The low, lustfulgrowl of the werewolf sent goosebumps racing across your skin. Hiskind weren’t exactly known for the patience and he would have beenquick to indulge in the (to him) clear invitation had the demon notinferred with a “Wait, McCree.”
“No,” youmewled quietly, squirming harder in protest. “Please?”
The growl issuedthen was one of agitation, McCree not giving you what you both wantedbut rather continuing to rock his hips slowly against your rump. Hardprick caught between the plush skin of your ass and his own heat, itwas a wonder the werewolf had any patience left as the demon slowlystrode in front of you.
“Still feel likespitting venom, little witch?”
You wanted to meltas he cupped your chin and tilted your head up, forcing you to lookat him. Even kneeling he towered over you, pinned as you were by thewolf. Despite yourself you shook your head.
“That’s a goodgirl. Now be a good little slut and open your mouth.” The requesthad barely left his lips before your own were parting, waiting (likea good girl) with your mouth open while he sat back to align hisexposed cock with you. The turgid length was guided into your mouthand down your throat, effectively gagging you.
The werewolf hadhit his limit on his patience, grumbling and snuffling at the nape ofyour neck where your hairline was as he shifted behind you. That hotlength of his no longer rocked against your ass but slipped furtherdown, able to rub unhindered between your pussy lips and against yourclit for a few strokes. Sufficiently slicked up from your own copiousamounts of wet, the werewolf sank himself into you in one go. Whiningloudly around the cock in your mouth, you were helpless as thosesharp teeth gripped the back of your neck for stability as he starteda brutal pace. It was the off season for trying to find a mate forthe werewolf and McCree held no interest in wasting time now thathe’d finally found something to blow his load into.
Your hot andfeverish body was loving every second of the pounding you weregetting, the werewolf aggressively thrusting into your pussy as thedemon fucked your mouth like a sex doll.
Neither creaturegave a damn about your pleasure, simply using you to get off. Thatfact only made the fire in your loins burn hotter. Moaning with eachthrust from the werewolf, the sound was muffled by the demon dickbeing shoved and pulled from your throat before being pushed rightback in. While you could still breathe to a degree you couldfeel yourself getting light headed which only made things feelbetter. Your limbs were like jell-o but you were desperate to cum,whimpering around Hanzo’s cock as you slipped one hand past yourbelly and between your folds to tease your clit.
“See sugar? Ain’tso bad getting fucked by the two of us. You gonna be good?”
The keening whinefrom your throat could perhaps pass as an affirmative, seeming tosatisfy the two supernatural creatures using you.
Eyes screwing shutas your brain tried to process the emotions coursing through you- thepleasure and enjoyment you were experiencing a direct contrast towhat you should have been feeling- your sounds became staccatoas the werewolf railed into you the closer he got to his orgasm.
With McCree fuckingyou with an increasing ferocity the motion was juxtaposed to thesteady and even thrusts of the demon in front of you. His pace didnot falter no matter how much you drooled and whimpered, rocked bythe werewolf.
Rather than hittinghis hips you became aware of something soft, warm and firm pressingagainst your warmed up pussy. Noisy thing that you were, thatsensation kicked up a new wave of whimpers as McCree’s tempo changedfrom frantic and desperate to focused and controlled. Little did youknow until it was too late that with every clap of his hips againstyour rump he was placing himself so he could squeeze his knot intoyour tight vagina.
The jolt ofpleasure had you yelping in shock, mewling pathetically as Hanzocontinued to use your mouth until he thrust into you one last timeand held it there. The incredible stretch between your legs and thecock stuffed down your throat had you blissed out. With one last buckof your hips and one teasing circle of your clit by the werewolf youwere gushing your orgasm, shivering as you came.
Summon a demon theysaid.
It would be funthey said.
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“ My name is Hanzo Shimada, and you Jesse Mccree will live to hunt another day. “
Part two of "To Know a Demons Name” Like forever ago @cocoabunny asked me to draw Hanzo telling Jesse his name -- back when I had draw requests open back in October. AND I’M ONLY GETTING TO IT NOW! but that’s okay. Sometimes you need to pace yourself to finish the race. :)
You can find the original first comic here.
There are many who fear that which goes bump in the night. You are not one of them.
The door creaks open ever so slowly, closing equally as quietly just before something slithers into your bed. There are no footsteps to herald its arrival, only the smell of the forest and something not unlike ashes. You rouse gingerly, stretching your arms upward and finding them obstructed by the hard horns of the being that lounges beside you.
“You look comfortable,” it, no, he rumbles with affection, curling his trunk-like arms around you. His grey skin and glowing white eyes would scare anyone else, but you merely grunt and burrow your face into his bare neck.
“Less talk, more sleep.”
He chuckles but obliges, wrapping himself around you. The shifting of his head, however, makes you even grumpier when his muscled body moves with his fidgeting.
Huffing, you yank him downwards until his cheek is pillowed on your shoulder, allowing his horns to rest comfortably over the curve of your neck. The demon purrs in satisfaction and cuddles closer, the angry red markings of the oni on his left arm dimming as he settles in to rest beside you.
When morning comes he will be gone again, as the creature is wont to do, but for now, you have his searing hot body warming you in the bitter cold of winter.
