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.
a/n: wanted to write how i thought a kiss with some of the guys would be an this is what i came up with.
Reinhardt:
His kiss is soft, full of affection. The hairs from his beard tickle your face, making you laugh into the kiss. To which he cups your cheeks in his hand and rubs his facial hair on your face while he peppers your face in kisses. His kisses are always gentle, always full of love as he has gotten older Reinhardt has learned that he should cherish what he has left after already losing so much.
Lucio:
The kiss is full of love, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips while he massages your scalp pleased when he earns a happy hum from you. Loves kissing you to show his affection, breaking the kiss to put his forehead against yours smiling while he rubs his nose against yours. His kisses are always warm, and easy to lose yourself in.
Junkrat:
It’s sudden, out of now where your only warning is the sudden smell of chemicals and soot before his lips crash into yours. The air was sucked out of your lungs, he was taking it, taking it as freely as you were giving it to him. You could taste the soot on his lips before he pulled away with the biggest of smiles on his face while he butts his forehead against yours.
Roadhog:
A gruff voice, warm hands that bring your face so that you are both looking at one another. His kisses are quick, but sometimes they linger. Expressing his feelings when he lacks the words to craft in perfect detail how he feels for you. Much kinder, and sweeter than one would expect from him, leaning into his kisses with a smile on your face to hold his cheeks in your hands.
a/n: guess who got an idea for ghoul reaper and mcfucking typed it while thinking up each work? me and i’m pretty happy with it!
hope that you all like it! :D
“What are you looking at?” the old ghoul growled, his voice rough and muffled behind his mask while he watched you from where you were sitting at the camp fire. The shadows dancing on your face making it hard for him to gauge your expression.
“Why do you wear that mask? What’s under it?” you asked, the curiosity evident in your voice.
“I’m a ghoul there’s not much too see on my face. I’ve rotted and become unsightly.” Reaper replied, his gloved hand coming up to touch his mask he could barely remember what he looks like before the explosions and he hardly knows what he looks like now.
The sound of your footsteps on the sand pulled his attention from his thoughts, you were pressed flush against his form, sending a shiver through his body from your warmth and with how close you are. He could smell your breath, your sweat and see the question dancing around in your eyes.
Reaper felt as if he was looking at a devil with a silver tounge, able to pick through any lock, crack open any old computer and a steady trigger finger.
“Can I see?”
“What?”
“You’re face, can I see it?” you asked as if it were the most natural thing in the world and Reaper hates it. Hates how you are not in the least bit put off by wht he said. Hates how you do not have any sense of self preservation when his shot guns are within his reach.
“I look like someone took a cheese grater to my face. My entier body for that matter. I’m a walking corpse, rotting and falling apart every single day. Why would you want to see that? Ghouls aren’t handsom or beautiful.” He didn’t want you to see him, to see what he looked like and to see that look of disgust from other’s on your face.
“I never took you for someone vain.” your tone was even, but the weight made Reaper catch his breath. He noticed that there was some space between the two of you, enough for him to make a grab for his guns if he really wanted to.
“May I?” you asked, your monotone voice still present, but soft to match the peaceful expression on your face. Grinding his teeth togeather, Reaper closed his eyes and tilted himself so you could remove his mask.
It felt like a breath of fresh air, Reaper could feel the cool night breeze on his face. Cool finger tips touched his face, making him shiver while you gently held his face in your hands. Thumbs rubbing sothing circles on his messed up cheeks. Opening his eyes he could see that peaceful expression and smile had not gone away.
“Beautiful.” you said, your voice filled with nothing but sincerity and kidness that all Reaper could do was hold your hands to his face, mindful of the sharpness of his gloves and leaning into your touch.
a/n: wanted to write some mchanzo/reader hc’s so here they are! hope that you all enjoy them!
The relationship with Jesse and Hanzo felt pretty natural when it shifted from purely platonic friendship into a romantic one. Hanzo telling you and Jesse felt an attraction to both of you. Jesse loved having you and Hanzo around on missions and outside of missions.
Genji is happy when he learns that Hanzo is in a relationship, he’s even happier when he learns that he’s not dating one, but two people at once.
It goes unspoken between you, Jesse and Genji that if you hurt Hanzo the younger Shimada will ruin you.
Sleeping in the same bed for a while is awkward, Hanzo is stiff and does not relax in the least bit. Preferring to stay awake and watch you and Jesse sleep, but once he feels more comfortable you both learn that he loves cuddling. May it be as the little spoon or sleeping in the middle of you and Jesse makes Hanzo happy.
Hanzo can also carry you and Jesse around without a problem. Hanzo Shimada is much, much stronger than he looks.
More often than not do you find Hanzo’s two-spirit dragons hanging around you or Jesse. Treating them as if they were cats when both of them were around. Hanzo was a blushing mess when it happened at first, turns out his dragons are more honest with expression how the archer feels than Hanzo is on his own.
Hanzo is fiercely protective of both Jesse and you, more than once has he unleashed his dragons, taken out enemies from afar and has even gone onto the ground to protect them from danger.
Jesse and you watch Hanzo’s back and provide support when enemies get a little too close to the archer for your liking.
Hanzo is also known for dragging you or Jesse off the field to yell at you or to do it over the coms asking why you thought it would be okay to be that reckless with your life.
Expect a lot of ‘we survived’ sort of things to occur after close calls or if one of you were being reckless.
soft/body worship attempted/giving genji the love that he deserves
The kisses that were peppered against his jaw and lips made Genji sigh. The green light from his body acted as a dim light for the room while you slowly removed every piece of armor that you could from your boyfriend's body. Kissing every little inch of skin that became available upon removal of his armor.
Sof touches, fingers kneading into his skin simultaneously relaxing him, but turning Genji into a puddle of goo in your hands. Each kiss and loving caress against his scared flesh made Genji smile.
“You’re so beautiful and handsome you know that right Genji?” you spoke, voice soft and full of love. Your fingertip following a long scar on his chest, one that you laid kisses upon before repeating the same actions once more on the other visible scars.
Genji wasn’t under the illusion that he was beautiful or handsome, finding peace in what he looks like now. He is human, but more machine than man. Yet here you are, treating him in a way that would bring a tear to anyone’s eyes with your soft voice, touches, and words. Treating him as if he were the most precious thing in this world.
Pressing soft kisses on his scars, his human, and synthetic flesh, and showering him with praise. Looking at his ruined, and dulled flesh with only love in your eyes. Entwining his fingers with yours, he leaned forward to kiss you as well. A smile gracing both of your features after he pulled away.
“Thank you.” is all Genji can find in his power to say, accepting who and what he is now, but he still loved to hear you tell him that he is still desirable to others. Praising his lips, his hands, his neck, his body and anything else you could think of. Kissing each and every little thing that you praised. Jumping when your hands reached his ass, massaging it with soft touches making him groan in appreciation.
By the end of your praises, kisses, and touches Genji was a sobbing and emotional mess. He was so lucky to have you, so lucky to love you and that you love him in return.
He kissed you without holding back how he felt, biting and nipping at your lips before pressing himself as close to you as he could. Relaxing in the familiar warmth of your embrace.
a/n: wanted to write something silly for werewolf!mccree and this is what i ended up writing. why am i weak to this cowboy??? someone explain?
reader is a whose a bit of a loner and moves out into the middle of nowhere away from society and mccree is the injured werewolf who you save and he kind of starts living with you. got kind of long, will most likely be getting a second part whenever i’m not too lazy to type it.
[part 2]
The tracks left near your feeding grain are huge, all you can do is sigh. It was annoying, but the animal never seemed the least bit interested in your barn animals. Seeming to only have interest in the bucket of grain, ignoring the trap that you had laid so carefully to catch the creature. It’s smart, not too shabby.
Maybe you could attract it with some human food and have some luck with catching it or at least deter it from eating your grain. Something akin to an offering. You can’t remember if it was against the rules to feed wild animals human food, you can only hope that they’ll understand if someone happened to come by.
Doubtful, but you were already preparing an excuse.
The food was mostly eaten, some of it remained and your grain remained untouched that night. So the creature wasn’t against the food you had left, it ends up becoming a routine for you to leave some sort of food out for the creature.
After a while, you start to find rabbits left next to the empty bowl you are unsure if it is in thanks or as some sort of equivalent exchange, but at least the creature is happy and leaving your grain alone.
The creature was starting to feel like a friend rather than a threat to your livestock.
Four months after your exchanging of food for rabbits you heard a loud high pitch whine shakes you out of your thoughts, the whine far too close for your liking. Almost as if it was outside your home.
Before you could stop yourself, you grabbed the coat near your door while running outside. The first thing you noticed is a large massive lump of fur, sprawled out on the ground, fur matted with rain and god knows what else, but you could tell that it was hurt with how one of its legs was sticking out at an odd angle.
The creature still tried to tuck it into its form, to protect it’s wounded limb from a threat. Even now it could hurt you, it could tear you to shreds and not a single person would know, but it looked at you with those too human eyes and low hurtful whines and slowly pulling itself towards you.
Something inside you broke, and you decided to just damn the consequences and help the creature. It was difficult to move the beast into your home, but once you made it inside is when you questioned your actions.
You were in no way a veterinary, you hadn’t even finished your college degree, but you just went with what you thought was best. Set the broken bone, put it in a splint and clean the blood away from it to try and fight back against any possible infection.
Setting the bone was easier said than done, having no experience with this sort of thing you could easily mess up the creatures chance of survival in the wild. After aligning it in a way that you assumed would heal the best you wrapped it and placed it in a splint with some of the firewood in your home.
After calming down you took full notice of the creature itself, a large wolf. A gray wolf from the looks of it, it’s coat a beautiful color, but it looked shaggy and unkempt as if it hadn’t been taking good care of itself.
You fell asleep on the couch that night to keep an eye on the wolf.
You wake up to the sound of loud snoring, and a heavy weight on your legs. You felt yourself stiffen in fear, not wanting to disturb the wolf in case it had moved onto the couch with you, but the sight before you was not what you expected at all.
Instead of a wolf, there was a man. A very naked man at that. A wolf that became a man. A man that becomes a wolf. A wolfman. A manwolf.
a/n: was hit with the idea to write some poly relationship hc’s for a blackwatch!reader and blackwatch era mccree and genji. i get to give both boys some love at the same time.
At first, it’s just you and McCree, the two of you hit it off when he joined Blackwatch. McCree didn’t expect his horrible flirting to actually work, but it did and holy crap he was floored that it did.
The two of you have a relationship built on mutual respect, tending to one another's wounds when you were hurt.
Genji didn’t come until much, much later. One look at him and you could feel how much pain he was in, see how angry he was and how he was consumed with nothing but self-hatred and revenge. McCree could feel it as well.
He was the first to initiate the friendship, though Genji merely spat at him with harsh words in Japanese and threats with his sword at McCree’s throat. You were treated no differently from McCree.
It took some time, but eventually, all three of you became close friends. Genji’s anger still boiling too close to the surface, but it was a simmer whenever he was with you and McCree.
The changes were small. It started with a change in the tone of his voice, dry humor, followed by McCree being able to sling his arm over Genji’s shoulder and you being able to place a hand on his arm.
Soon Genji’s leaning into both you and McCree’s touches. Looking happy, content and at peace.
It’s only after a particularly dangerous mission where both you and McCree were hurt that Genji comes stomping into the Medical Bay, cursing, waving his hands around and yelling at how the two of you could be so reckless when he is not there to save you.
Genji lets the cat out of the bag that he’s in love with both you and McCree. He was worried when the message was sent to the base about how both of you were wounded and he felt as if he had swallowed a mouth full of cotton and rocks.
Genji wasn’t expecting McCree to pull him down for a kiss, nor did he expect for you to hold him close in a hug. Rubbing soothing circles on his back while he buried his face in McCree’s shoulder.
All three of you take things slow, learning what make’s Genji comfortable and uncomfortable. He only likes touching you or McCree with his human hand.
The three of you have your first big fight after a mission, McCree was tearing into Genji about how beaten up he was, how he was basically having to be carried because he broke his own body and push himself too far.
Genji poked and prodded, pushing McCree to punch him. To hurt him since he only felt human when he as in pain.
When you saw McCree bit his bottom lip he pulled Genji into a hug, calling him an idiot, that he is human regardless of what he is now. You joined in the hug, peppering both of your boy's faces with kisses and Genji breaks.
He’s sobbing and all the three of you can do is just hold onto each other and ride it out.
a/n: i’ve been itching to write a second part the to reader and demon!mccree post i made not too long ago. it’s how the two of them met and mccree came to hang out with the reader.
i hope that you all enjoy it!
Everything hurt, burned and you cried out. You want it to stop, you want everything to stop, but you couldn’t stop moving. You had to keep running even with the pain radiating through your body screamed for you to stop.
Clawing at the ground, tears in your eyes you sat there at the crossroads, breathing heavy begging for someone anything to save you, to help get you back to where you needed to be with the information you have would be of use.
“I’m your huckleberry.” the voice had a southern drawl caught your attention, putting you on edge you at the sudden appearance of a new voice.
Standing before you in the middle of the crossroads with you is a man dressed in cowboy attire, boots, spurs and all the fixings that made a cowboy a cowboy. A gun holstered to his side, the unnatural shining of the silver made you shiver, but not as bad as when you looked at the mans face.
Just two empty, colorless black holes staring back at you. A demon. You felt a shiver go down your spine. The sound of footsteps and yelling slowly becoming closer and closer.
“I’d hate to rush you pumpkin, but do you want to make me your huckleberry or not?” the demon asked while lighting a cigar. Swallowing the lump in your throat, grinding your teeth while you stood up to your full height to look at the demon.
“Alright demon. Make sure that I and my information make it back safely,” you spoke with authority, pushing the pain to the back of your mind to not show any sign of weakness. The demon smiled.
“I sure do like your fire pumpkin, may thanks for acceptin me.” the demon’s hand grabbed your wrist, dragging you to him and before you could yell at him to let go of you the demon kissed you.
Pulling away with a smile on his face, he pulled out the gun, aiming it at the voices that had followed you. Empty black eyes slowly becoming speckled with red flakes before the demon yelled draw and all of the bodies dropped like flies.
A shiver ran down your spine when the demon turned around, smile still on his face while he spoke.
