Every month like a day before my period starts I have this shit where I always puke all day, pass out in the meantime and get some ice cold fevers and honestly because of this blog all I can think of is Hanzo seeing it as a fit punishment for not delivering any heirs for yet ANOTHER month. And then him just enjoying the sight and sound of me sobbing in the bathroom in pain time after time :x Y’all ruined me so much lol
First of all, let me say how sorry I am for you because that’s just a shitty and terrible way to start off a period, which is shitty and terrible in general.
Secondest, you know Hanzo would do nothing but use this as an excuse to torture you even more.
“How pitiful,” Hanzo says over the sound of you emptying your stomach contents into the toilet for the third time this morning. Even though you can’t see him, you can feel his gaze judging you from behind, the sneer evident in his voice. “Another month of failure.” You ignore his snide comments as you dry heave and rest your head against the seat, relieved at the cold feeling it offers your fevered skin.
“It’s not like I asked for this, you know,” you bark back, spitting one last time into the white commode before shakily standing up to flush. Hanzo offers you no help as you make your way over to the sink to brush your teeth. You ignore him as he presses his chest against your back, the solid wall of muscles keeping you from moving once you’re done.
You watch him through the mirror as he closes his eyes and trails his lips along your neck, only stopping until he reaches your ear. “Oh, but this is your fault,” he murmurs as his hands come around and slip under your shirt, he presses down on your abdomen, aggravating the cramping muscles and sending another wave of nausea through you. “You deserve this.”
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They’re completely enamored with the little red dot, much to Hanzo’s dismay.
He constantly tells you that they aren’t cats, but you beg to differ with the way the two dragons bumped their heads together for the 3rd time this morning trying to chase the floating speck.
Honestly, it’s a great workout for them. The small dragons enjoy scampering up the walls and dressers, trying hard to reach that dot that continuously alludes them.
However, if you’re not careful, the dragons will become careless and knock things over in the room in their pursuit, making Hanzo give you a disapproving look and a snarl.
You know better than to continue and immediately put it away, only to pull it back out when he’s not looking or gone from the room.
There are days when you lay in bed and don’t feel like playing with them, too depressed or hurt from Hanzo’s recent treatments, so they’ll take matters into their own hands.
Grabbing the laser pointer from the nightstand drawer, they’ll nuzzle the object into your hand, loudly chittering while doing so, so that you can sit up and play.
They won’t stop chasing it or being silly, purposely pulling unnecessary antics, until they see that familiar smile back on your face.
Here’s some noodle fluff for you! There’s actually no noncon this time. For once…How strange. Looks like I’ll have to make it up in another story! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Dawn is barely breaking when the dragons decide to wake, crawling their way out of Hanzo’s arm to slither next to your sleeping form. It may be early for their master and his pet, but they’re in the mood to play.
You laid on your side; front turned away from your sleeping captor. The perfect position for tiny claws to step on your head and begin squeaking into your ear. Your eyes immediately snapped open and your first sight of the day is that of the blue belly of the dragon above you.
“Hanzo,” you grumble, voice heavy with sleep, their tongues tickling the sensitive spots under your ear, “They’re at it again.” You try to turn towards him, but they see your movement as an invitation for fun and begin excitedly chirping to one another, making you groan.
Usually, you wouldn’t have minded their early games, but since hitting your second trimester in the pregnancy, you were nor more tired than usual. You sighed as you received no response from Hanzo and eventually gave in to the small dragon’s demands, knowing they wouldn’t stop until you gave in.
Sitting up, you cross your legs and bend your knees, bringing your feet closer towards you to create a small space in your lap for them. Eagerly they fell into your makeshift circle and looked up at you with large expectant eyes.
You couldn’t help the smile that that formed on your face while you pet them. The dragons purred loudly into your hands, tongues flicking out to lick your wrists. If you tried to pay more attention to one that the other they were quick to remind of their existence, usually by flopping over and letting out a small bark.
It was hard to imagine that these were the same dragons that were able to take down dozens of men in one giant swoop as they both whined for your attention. They reminded you a lot of Hanzo. Both of them greedy and demanding. Never sufficed with what was in front of them. Still, they had their merits and unlike Hanzo had never harmed you.
You pulled your hands away and leaned over to your nightstand to grab the yellow ball of yarn and your crochet hooks. They began chirping excitedly again as you placed the yarn between them. You grabbed a piece of thread and started your work, letting the blue dragons do as they pleased.
However, there were a few times when you’d have to stop because they had tangled themselves in the string. It wasn’t until the sun began shining onto your eyes that you realized how much time had passed and turned to Hanzo, gasping when you realized that he was awake and focused on you.
“Good morning,” you say, setting aside the hooks as he sat up. “How long have you been awake?”
“Not long,” he said, placing a hand on your growing bump, before giving you a small kiss on the lips. “You should be resting.”
“I was, that is until your dragons woke me,” you said giving him a small smile before motioning to the dragons in your lap.
He glances down and frowns as he sees them tangled into the now fully unraveled ball of yarn. The string is everywhere, and they squeak at one another as they try to untangle themselves from it.
“You should not be awake solely because they want to play. You need your rest more than the dragons need their fun,” Hanzo says looking directly at them. They pay him no mind and whine for your attention once more.
You nod at Hanzo and set the beanie in your hand to the side trying to free the dragons from the small chaos they created for themselves. He picks up the hat and runs his fingers through the cotton material.
“Hmm, you have an interesting hobby.”
“It’s for the baby. I-I’m not through yet,” you say, picking up the first freed dragon and placing him to the side. You let out a small huff of air in annoyance as the second one gives you a harder time by rolling into his brother’s loose threads.
Hanzo suddenly reaches over and pulls him out of your lap. “Ridiculous,” he scolds, “The two of you are mighty dragons, and here you are acting like two misbehaving children.” The dragon makes a look of annoyance before falling limp in his hands, not at all appreciating being talked down to like a child.
You can’t help the small laugh that escapes, and you quickly cover your mouth, fearing that Hanzo would take it the wrong way. However, he only spares you a glance, before the corners of his lips slowly turn up into a smile of his own.
Finally, with no help from the dragon, Hanzo was able to get him loose and quickly demanded the two of them to return to his arm. They hissed in annoyance, but with another stern look from him, they obeyed and back into his arm. Once they had both settled Hanzo then turned his attention back onto you.
He reached out a hand to cup your face, and you couldn’t help but flinch as you felt his touch on your skin. This time he let out a chuckle of his own before closing the small distance between the two of you to place another kiss on your lips.
“You do not have to worry about me hurting you, pet,” he says, only slightly pulling away. “As long as you are with my child, no harm shall come to you.”
You swallow nervously and nod. “I understand, Hanzo.”
His hand comes down to your chest, and he motions for you to lay down. You obey, and he lays down beside you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulls you closer to him, pressing your chest against his own. He kisses you once more before pressing another kiss against your nose.
“Now, get some sleep before they come back again.”
How would Dark! Overwatch men act holding their long awaited baby for the first time. Son or daughter, your choice.
M’lord, theeeeeeese were supposed to headcanooooooooooons!!
Jesse McCree:
Jesse wouldn’t stop asking questions and pacing the entire time you were in labor; the doctor almost threw him out. Luckily, the delivery went off without a hitch, your screaming daughter joining the world after one final push. The nurses were quick to wrap her pink blanket and hand her over to you.
She had a mess of brown hair sitting atop her head already, courtesy of her father, her eyes wide as she took in her surroundings.
Even though he was right next to you, Jesse hadn’t said a peep since she was born, and you only remembered he was there when you heard his breath catch in his throat as their eyes locked onto each other. Although you were hesitant, you turned to him and asked if he would like to hold her.
That seemed to snap him out of his daze, and he swallowed thickly before nodding. As much as you disliked him for what he’d done to you, even you couldn’t help find his nervousness adorable.
You hand her over to him, and he gently cradles her with his metal arm, his other hand runs a finger gently along her red puffy face. She instinctively reaches out to grab it and succeeds, quickly bringing up to her mouth to try and suckle, only to start crying when nothing gave.
“She’s the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, voice slightly cracking, when she wriggles in his hold, letting out angry snorts. He chuckles softly at her, and she responds by tightening the grip on his finger. “Hm, she’s strong too.”
He rocks her for a bit, but she seemed insistent on trying to milk his finger as she moved it to her mouth again. “Hungry little fella, ain’t ya?”
“She gets that from you,” you tease while he hands you back to her so she could feed.
“Ya did such a good job, darlin’,” he says, petting the brunette child in your arms.
You respond with a hum and a nod, wincing when she latched on and quickly bit down, “Ow!”
“Though I gotta say,” Jesse said, smiling as he ran a thumb along her chubby cheeks, “It was so much fun making this one, I can’t wait to start on the rest.”
Hanzo Shimada:
Though no one could tell it from the serene look on his face as he let you hold his hand through another contraction, Hanzo Shimada was a nervous wreck. It as if the newest member of the Shimada clan was all too eager to send him to an early grave when your water broke two weeks early.
You tried to breathe through the contractions, remembering the labor classes Hanzo had made you take, but it barely felt like it was working. Tossing your head back, you gave one last push, and before you knew it, Kosuke entered the world. He was quiet, only letting out a small wail before the doctor gave him to the nurses.
Finally letting go of Hanzo’s hand, he stood and walked over to the nurses to observe them, saying nothing as they called out his vitals and measurements. You almost felt sorry for them as you took this time to let yourself relax after the doctor cleaned you up.
At one point, Kosuke did let out a tiny grunt when they turned him over, and you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped when Hanzo shot them a glare. You smiled as the nurses handed him over to you; Hanzo at her heels, watching her every moment.
“Would you like to hold him?” you asked, patting the spot next to you. He took the invitation and sat down; his body turned towards yours.
“You did an exceptional job, pet,” Hanzo said while taking the child, his arm glowing blue, announcing the appearance of the dragons. They quickly swirl around Kosuke, making their assessment of him and chittering among one another.
Kosuke is silent as he watches them and even tries to reach out to grab them. Fortunately, they’re too quick for him, and his face scrunches in displeasure. Slowly, his silence is replaced by whimpers as they continue to evade him, and soon his tiny hands are balled into little fists, before letting out a loud wail.
The dragons quickly panic at the sounds of his screams and disappear back into Hanzo’s arm, making the two of you deal with the aftermath. Hanzo tries to shush him and rocks to calm him down, but it’s no use. However, you let another laugh escape while watching Hanzo’s brow scrunched up in worry at your son.
His eyes are quick to meet yours, and the displeasure at your reaction is evident in his voice as he speaks, “What’s so funny?”
“It’s just that the two of you make the same face when you’re upset,” you say, watching Kosuke turn even more of a beet color while screaming. You hold out your arms to take him.
The comment makes him smile, and it’s hard for your heart not to skip a beat as you look at him. Once Kosuke is back in your arms, his cries stop almost immediately as you smile down at him.
“He’s so perfect,” you whisper as you place a kiss on his forehead. And to you he was. Kosuke was completely worth the hell that Hanzo had put you through for all those months. He was more than you could have ever asked for.
“You know, with Kosuke here, at least I won’t be so lonely when you’re out for business,” you say, turning to Hanzo only to see that he’s no longer looking at the two of you. Instead, he’s looking to the side, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. You’ve never seen him like this before, and it worries you slightly. Placing a hand on his you ask, “Is everything alright?”
He clears his throat before speaking, dark eyes locking onto yours. “It’s nothing, pet,” he says, squeezing your hand before pulling it away to cup your face. “I was just thinking on how good of a mother you’ll be.”
You smile back and lean into his touch. Hanzo rewards you with another smile before leaning down to take your lips in a kiss. It’s gradual at first until his tongue swipes along the seam of your mouth, demanding entrance. You obediently open for him, and he groans when your tongue slips into his instead. His hand moves to the back of your head and pulls you deeper into the kiss.
Suddenly, a sharp cry rang out, and the two of you are reminded of the fussy child in your arms. You reluctantly pulled away first and looked down towards Kosuke, leaving Hanzo to lick the remaining taste of you off his lips before joining the two of you as well.
A sad smile crosses his face as he watched you nurse him. Knowing full well that once you left the hospital, Kosuke would be taken from you. Still, he said nothing. Opting to enjoy the only small bought of happiness that you would have until you gave him another child.
Gabriel Reyes:
“It’s okay, jefe,” McCree said when he heard the Blackwatch Commander let out another huff in annoyance. “She’ll be fine. Good old’ Angela’s in charge of her.”
The delivery had gotten complicated, and Angela had made anyone who didn’t have a medical degree leave the room. Gabriel had been extremely reluctant to go until you assured him for the thousandth time that you’d be okay.
Since then, he’d spent the last 10 minutes pacing outside the door of the delivery room, only stopping whenever he’d hear you scream from inside. He couldn’t help but think how similar it sounded whenever you’d beg him to stop, and if he wasn’t so worried, he might have felt guilty.
Gabriel grew even more impatient as the seconds ticked, eventually getting tired of Jesse's constant reassurances, ordering him to go down to the cafeteria and get him some coffee instead. Jesse let out a heavy sigh and obliged him, putting on his hat as he walked away, leaving his boss to pace some more.
Soon after, the sounds of a screaming child echoed in the other room, and Gabriel stopped in his tracks. He held his breath, heart beating loudly in his ears as he turned towards the door. It felt like an eternity passed before Angela opened the door, greeting him with a smile.
“Congratulations, Gabriel,” she said stepping back to let him in. “It’s a girl!”
He exhaled loudly before his face broke out into a huge grin. Even though he’d just been pacing the floor non-stop, his feet still felt like lead as he walked into the room. Even laying there covered in sweat, face flushed from the delivery, you managed to smile at him as he slowly approached.
He didn’t deserve you, he thought. After, everything that he’d put you through and what he would put you through, you still managed to smile for him.
Finally, he reached your bedside and crouched beside you. “Esta bella,” he said, swallowing as his daughter's dark eyes stared at him. “She looks just like you.”
“She has your eyes though,” you say, smiling as she loudly yawns before returning to squirming her eyes out of the blanket. “Would you like to hold her?” you suddenly ask, catching Gabriel off guard.
He nods in return and holds out his arms as you pass her over. She whimpers and pouts as soon as she’s exchanged, not at all liking being passed around.
“Shh. You’re okay, cielito,” Gabriel coos, smiling down while she continues pouting. “She’s got some fire in her.”
“Hm,” you say, wincing as you reposition yourself. The drugs must be wearing off because suddenly you begin to feel more pain than before. “She gets that from you.”
He doesn’t bother to look at you when he responds; eyes transfixed on his pride and joy. “You’re with me, cariño. I think she gets that resilience from you.”
Your smile disappears almost as quickly as the medication in your system when he says that. His soft Spanish phrases fade into the background when you realize that now you’re stuck with him as if you weren’t before.
He turns to you just in time to watch you wipe away a tear. His features turn from happy to concern in seconds, and he takes a seat next to you. “Que te pasa?” he asks while rocking your child.
Sniffling, you shake your head and answer, “Nothing.” He reaches out and places a hand on your thigh, squeezing tightly. You hold back a whimper. “It’s nothing bad. It’s just-just tears of happiness.” Satisfied with your response, he broke into a smile again, and a dark cloud that you hadn’t even realized was there lifted.
Swallowing loudly, you placed your small hand over his large one, your thumb rubbing circles over his dark skin. “I was just thinking about how we’re a real family now,” you say, looking at your daughter, and laughed as she made a small screeching noise before sucking on her hand.
“I guess she’s hungry,” Gabriel says as he hands her back to you, watching with interest as you pull your robe down to feed her.
Suddenly, he pulled you both against him into a hug a tight hug, making you freeze in place. He placed kisses up and down your head, murmuring words of praises and silent thanks in between before pulling away to rest his forehead and against yours.
“You’re right, mi alma. We are a real family now.”
Sooooooo dark fluff with mccree or hanzo? Maybe how they calm you down after a major panic or depressive episode, or if they even care to help at all? I love your writing and I'm glad you're around!!!
Sorry if these suck! I’m really trying to get out of this writing funk and I feel awful that I’m not putting out as much as I used to. So please accept these small HC’s while I get my groove back!!!
Dark!Jesse:
He’s not too bad when you need him during a panic attack, making sure that he’s with you throughout it all.
Tries his best to keep you calm and hold you as the fear in your chest grows and threatens to overwhelm you.
When you start to hyperventilate, and your adrenaline begins to rush, he’ll hold you even tighter.
Pulls your chest against his own and takes deep, slow breaths, making you slowly start to match his.
Rubs your back and tells you to relax, that he’s here and nothing is going to happen to you.
Stays with you throughout it all, not letting you go even once you’ve finally calmed down.
“There you go, darlin.”
“Just take deep breaths. I’m right here for ya. I ain’t gonna let ya go.”
“That’s a good girl. You’re doing so well for me.”
Dark!Hanzo:
He knows you’re having another depressive episode because the servants tell him that you’ve been refusing your meals and haven’t wanted to get out of bed.
He’ll lay down next to you, pulling your back against his chest as you cry after he makes you take your medicine that you’ve been neglecting.
The heat of his body against yours is oddly soothing, as is the weight of his arm wrapped around you.
He knows that you do this to get his attention when he’s been gone for too long.
Will whisper sweet words into your ear as the dragons appear and nuzzle around your neck and chest.
Stays with you until you fall asleep and will be there when you wake up, ensuring that you take your medicine.
“There are better ways of getting my attention, pet.”
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After your suicide attempt, Hanzo doted on you almost constantly. Keeping true to his word about you being by his side, he had taken you on small outings as well. The only times that you weren’t with him was when he had to meet with the elders. Even then, he’d come back to ravish you, still expecting you to provide him with what he felt he deserves.
You didn’t even try to deny him anymore. He was succeeding in breaking you, and you were beginning to welcome his onslaught with open arms. Although you knew it was wrong, you couldn’t deny the fact that his version of pleasure was twisting you into a person you could hardly recognize.
This evening was no different, and you could swear that the leader of the Shimada clan was trying to eat you alive. He’d been relentless in his assault on your body as soon as he stepped into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. You could tell that the meeting with the elders must not have gone according to plan because, by the time you had barely managed to untie your robe, your back hit the mattress.
Eagerly, you had spread wide for him as he dove in between your legs. His mouth licked and nipped at your lower lips swiftly, coaxing you to your peak. Although you hated how well he knew your body, you were grateful that he did. He wasn’t one for patience and wanted you ready for his cock as soon as possible.
However, after your first orgasm, he continued to suck on your clit and inserted two thick digits. Curling them inside you, he quickly brought you to a second orgasm that had you begging him to slow down.
“You’re too eager for me, pet,” he chided over your mewls to stop. The overstimulation was sending you on another high, and the sound of your slick as his fingers pumped in and out only served to prove his point. Your hand wrapped into his hair, and you pulled on his ponytail as you reached your peak for the third time. He finally pulled away as you slowly came down from your high, but not before placing a sloppy kiss on your throbbing bud. His fingers slipped out, and he made a show to suck on them as you stared up at him through half-lidded eyes.
He was a sight to behold, and he hadn’t even bothered undressing. His pressed navy suit was a contrast to his disheveled hair that now hung loosely around him as your fluids gleamed off his beard in the low light of the room. He was slow to unbutton his jacket, making you squirm underneath him when he finally took it off and rolled up the sleeves to his white dress shirt.
You shakily sat up as he kneeled between your open legs and unbuttoned his vest. As you made a move to take it off, however, he grabbed both your hands in his. He quickly tightened his grip, making you squeal as the pressure increased and pain shot up your arms. You tried to pull your hands away, but they were no match for his strength.
“Did I say that you could move,” he asked as tears began spilling down your cheeks. You shook your head. “Then lay back down,” he ordered as he let go, but not before giving you one more harsh squeeze.
Taking your hands back, you did as ordered and laid back down. Although the lower half of your body was still hot and sensitive from just a few moments ago, the top half ached as you flexed your hands next to your head, trying to get rid of the pain. His hand came down to cup your face while his other worked on taking off his pants, and you couldn’t help but flinch as you heard the sound of his belt unclasping, making him smile down at you.
“You look like such a whore,” he said while staring down at your body, cheeks still pink from your previous orgasms and the pain he had just inflicted on you. Finally, he freed his cock, and you couldn’t help to glance down eagerly at his length, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
“That’s because I’m your whore,” you whimpered as his head rubbed against your folds, gathering your wetness, before pressing against your entrance.
“That’s right, pet. Mine.” And with that, he entered you in one thrust. Your body put up little resistance to his forceful entrance, your sex slick with your juices. Instead, it eagerly swallowed him up, clenching down tightly as he went to pull back before slamming into you once more.
He loudly groaned as he pounded into you. His pace slow, but his thrusts were harsh. The head of his cock pounded against the back of your walls, and you wrapped your arms around his neck and crossed your ankles at the small of his back, desperate to hold on as his hips rolled into yours.
Bracing himself with one arm, he moved the other hand between the two of you to flick at your over sensitive bud. The combination of that with his cock continuously rubbing against your spot had you seeing stars.
Your wanton moans were quickly silenced by his mouth on yours as his pace slowly increased. His body pressed closely against yours, and you quickly found that you hated the feeling of his shirt rubbing against you with his thrust. Pulling away from the kiss earned you a hard thrust, his head bumping against your cervix.
Whining loudly, you pulled at his dress shirt, almost ripping it before moving your hands to his front. As you went to undo his tie, he stopped mid thrust to watch you. He watched you intently as you finally undid his tie and tossed it to the side. As you began to undo the buttons of his shirt, he pulled out and off of you.
“Please, I just want to be closer to you,” you pleaded, already missing the feeling of his girth inside your aching cunt.
Surprisingly, it seemed as he missed being inside you as well when he ripped open his shirt, not even bothering to unbutton it. Tossing his shirt to join his tie, he stepped out of his pants and settled between you once more. Reaching up, you locked your arms around his neck and brought your lips to meet his as he slid back inside.
The two of you groaned into each other’s mouths as your walls wrapped around him. Wasting no time, he picked up where he left off. His hand tangled into your hair and pulled your head back, making you press your chest into his, neck now fully exposed.
Your legs wrapped around him again, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him to go deeper. His lips traveled down to your neck, adding to the marks that already littered your throat.
His free arm slid under your waist, and now you could barely breathe with how pressed up you were to him. It was as if he was quite literally trying to mold you into him.
Hanzo moved your head to the side and nibbled on your ear, moans and whimpers left your mouth with every thrust he pounded into you, pelvis rubbing against your core. His own pants and grunts against your ear only added to the sensations. And when he began to utter Japanese phrases into your ear you almost came on the spot.
Almost.
But as much as you wanted to go over the edge, you knew there was something missing. Hanzo may have been hitting all the right spots, but it still wasn’t enough to fully push you over. However, you know what would finally set you over the edge.
“Do you want to cum, my sweet harlot,” he moaned in your ear, voice slightly quivering as you answered him with a tight clench around his cock. “Such a good girl,” he said, pulling out the hand from beneath you to wrap around your throat.
Your eyes began to slowly roll into the back of your head as his grip tightens and spots slowly start to cloud your vision from the lack of oxygen. His lips moved back to your ear, and he groans loudly as your walls clamp around him.
“Cum,” he orders, and that one word has you finally tipping over.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, toes curling, and the hands that gripped his hair, lose hold as you begin to black out. He cums quickly after you. The feeling of your walls fastening around him is too much to take as he spills himself inside you with a load groan.
He loosened his grasp on your throat, but not before giving you one last squeeze, his hips grinding into yours, making sure that none of his seed went to waste.
As your vision suddenly comes back into focus, you find the feeling of him on top you a comforting one for once. Hanzo leaves sloppy kisses from your ear down to the crook of your neck.
“I love you,” you confessed midway through coming down from your euphoric state. You hadn’t even realized what you said until Hanzo paused, a piece of your skin caught between his teeth, and you instantly grew still. You gasped as you realized the gravity of the situation and quickly began apologizing.
However, Hanzo surprised you at his reaction. He braced himself up on both of his forearms this time as he hovered over you. His eyes betrayed no emotion as you tried to take back what was said. He wasn’t lashing out at you for speaking out of turn or demanding for you to be quiet. Instead, you watched as the corners of his lips turned up into a soft smile, and his cock began to harden in you once more.
“Hanzo…” you whimpered when he began to push his hips into your yet again. It took all your energy to keep your legs wrapped around him as his thrusts started up, just as brutal as the first time. It wouldn’t take either one of you long to cum again, but he seemed to relish the tears of overstimulation that poured out.
You didn’t know how much more you could take. Your mound and nub already felt raw and used as Hanzo pistoned his hips harder against yours.
“Again,” he demanded, continuing to pump into you. This time there was no rhythm to his pace, his thrusts were shallow as his end neared, arms trembling as he continued to push both of your overstimulated bodies into another orgasm.
“Say it again,” he demanded loudly between pants as he fucked you hard. The sound of the headboard slamming into the wall was the only thing louder than his skin continuously snapping into yours.
“I love you,” you cried out, arching your back as you tumbled over once more, toes curling when you felt Hanzo cum inside you again. He groaned your name loudly as your nails dug into his skin.
He gave a few more hard thrusts into you before finally collapsing, his weight now fully on your body but you hardly cared. Your hands ran through his now sweat stricken hair, paying little mind to the seed leaking out as he slowly pulled out. But you revealed in his heat as he panted against your ear, coming down from his haze.
When his breathing finally evened out, he lifted himself once more, bracing himself on one forearm as a hand came to tuck your hair behind your ear. You moved your hand to do the same to his hair as it tickled your face.
“You are a fool,” he said after a few moments of silence.
He was right and you knew it. You knew what this man was capable of and what he had done to you. The thought of living with him for the rest of your life both angered and saddened you. You knew that now he’d never let you go. He owned every piece of you. Heart, body, and soul. Yet, deep down inside, you were happy.
Glad that he wasn’t pushing you away as his lips ran softly across your jawline, you opened your mouth to speak but yelped as he cruelly bit down at the tender skin below your jaw.
“I will destroy you,” he softly murmurs against your skin. You swallow thickly, unsure on whether or not to take it as a threat. Your fingers are still gripped tightly in his hair as he continues, his lips leaving small pecks on your exposed throat between every word.
“But, I will ensure that as long you breathe, you will never want for anything,” he promises as he begins to move down to your chest.
“You will carry my children,” he says taking a nipple into his mouth to suck on before pulling away, “And in return, I’ll provide you with more pain and suffering than can come in a lifetime.”
You swore you could feel your heart trying to escape your chest as you slowly began to realize the implications of your confession. What was just sweet bliss had suddenly started to revert to fear from before, as he made his way back up to your lips. Blinking back tears, your eyes met his as he rested his forehead against you.
“You’ve made a grave mistake, my little pet,” he chides as a sinister smile begins to grow on his face.
“Please…” you whimper as you shake your head, letting go of the grip in his silken threads as you try to push him off. He shushed you with a gentle kiss, and it hurts your heart at how loving it seems. His lips are soft as both of his hands now cup your face, thumbs wiping away the tears that flow freely. It would almost be a romantic gesture if you didn’t know him. His nose rubs against yours as he continues his dark vows.
“I would kill for you,” Hanzo says, moving his hands from your face to grab at your hands from his chest. He forces his fingers to lock in between yours as he places them by your head. “But in return, I also expect you to do the same.”
You open your mouth to scream as his grip from before returns, and you swear that he’s going to break the bones in your hands. The dark glare in his eyes truly frightens you to your core, and you can only nod as his smile slowly turns soft once more.
“H-Hanzo,” you sob, and he’s back to resting his forehead against yours.
“Yes, my pet?” he asks, laying a small kiss on your nose.
Also, I wanted to ask: If you escaped after finally giving him an Heir, would he still chase you down to bring you back? I mean, all he wanted was to breed you but then Hanzo likes his things hmm...
Oh hell yes! Hanzo would put in just as much effort to find you as before. Just because you had an heir doesn’t mean that you’re free to leave him.
This time, however, he’d drag you home kicking and screaming.
“I’ve done everything you’ve asked!” you yell at him as he throws you back into your shared quarters, making sure to lock the door behind him. You quickly stand up before he has a chance to hurt you again. “I even gave you the son you demanded!”
Hanzo’s furious at your outburst and he lunges for you once more, and you barely slip out of his grasp yet again. Instead, he shoots daggers your way as you stand on the other side of the bed like a pouting child. He closes his eyes takes a deep breath before opening them back up to speak, “Pet-”
“No, Hanzo!” you say over him. He tries not to show it, but you can tell he’s slightly caught off guard by your interruption. While trying to blink back tears of rage that threaten to spill over, you point your finger at him. “What more do you want from me?! Just tell me now so that you can take that too.”
He’s displeased at your insolence, and his lips move into a sneer before he begins to speak again, his voice thick with contempt at your actions. “So, you thought that if you bore my child,” he slowly starts to stalk you around the bed, “that it would absolve you of your duties to me.”
You watch him with tear blurred eyes as he moves closer to you with every word until he finally stops in front of you.
“Your child,” you scoff as you stand your ground and look up to meet his gaze, ignoring the tears that begin to fall down your face. “Yes, your child that I carried for nine months. The very same one that you’ve refused to allow me to see since we’ve returned from the hospital months ago!”
Hanzo said nothing while you shouted at him, his sneer slowly disappearing as a look of indifference began to cross his features. That only made you more upset and you couldn’t help pressing your hands against his firm chest to shove him away. He didn’t budge. Instead, he cocked his head, and watch you with a curious look when you tried again.
“I hate you,” you cried out as you began beating your hands on his chest and, God, did you mean it.
You continued trying to hit him as you let out everything that you had kept inside. How you hated the way, he looked at you, as if you were nothing more than a disobedient mutt. You hated how he used your body. He had marked and branded you to make sure that you would never forget that you belonged to him. And how you loathed how much you grew to love the child growing inside you, only to have Hanzo strip him away from you the first chance he got.
Hanzo said nothing throughout your tantrum, opting to watch you with a dark gaze until you finally tired yourself out and crumbled to the ground in a sobbing mess. After a few moments, when sobs no longer racked through your body, did he finally get down to kneel beside you.
“I hope he turns out nothing like you,” you spit out as his hand moved the hair from your face.
You didn’t bother looking at him as he picked you up off the cold floor. You could care less on would happen to you after your escape attempt and capture. It didn’t matter, not anymore.
He didn’t bother trying to meet your gaze either as he placed you in bed. You had finally let out everything you’d ever kept inside, and yet you’d never felt more hollow. A part of you wished that the same hands that were undressing you would wrap around your throat and finally end your miserable existence. This life was no longer worth living. Not like this. Not anymore.
So as you waited for your punishment to come, you didn’t bother fighting back as Hanzo placed his lips on yours, his tongue sliding across your bottom lip as he asked you for the entrance that he knew you would give him, and you did. His arm slipped underneath the small of your back and pressed you tightly against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he quickly moved between your legs when they parted obediently for him as well.
The two of you stayed that way for some time, lips locked onto each other before Hanzo finally broke the kiss to rest his forehead against yours and stared into your eyes. For once, you could see no malice, lust, or anger behind his gaze. Though, you couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through your body as both of his hands cupped your face.
“You are mine to do with as I please,” he says while thumbs wipe away your tears, “But perhaps I have been too rash. Perhaps I did take my son away from his mother’s arms too soon, and that drove you mad enough to think that you could leave me.”
You couldn’t help but furrow your eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what he was saying. He kissed your forehead before speaking again, “I promise you that the next child will be yours to keep.”
Suddenly his dark stare from before returned and a hand moved to clutch at your throat. Your eyes widened, and you unwrapped your arms from around his neck to grab at his wrist as he squeezed it tightly.
“But mark my words, the next time you try to leave me, I will not be so kind. I will make sure that you never run again, that you never see the faces of your children, and that no sound will ever again pass your lips.”
