#dark!jesse

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What would the dark!overwatch men do if they were told their pregnant captive needed to keep relaxed and no sex for the safety of the baby?

Dark!Jesse:

He’d be completely bummed and disappointed, but he’d understand.

To make up for the lack of sex, he'd make sure that all your needs are met.

Practically carries you everywhere, whether it’s the kitchen or the bathroom, your feet rarely touch the floor.

Speaking of bathrooms, he’ll bathe you as well, much to your dismay.

Although he won’t hurt you while pregnant, his grip on your arm as you wriggle away from him, warns you that you’re still supposed to obey him.

He knows the doctor said “no sex” but that only means penetration right?

Almost every night he’ll still be between your legs, eating you out to his heart’s content.

You’ll beg him to stop after your 4th orgasm, but he’s relentless.

“Ya know, this is your fault, darlin,” he says while finally lifting his head a bit to look up at you, “You just taste so damn good when you’re knocked up.”

Dark!Hanzo:

He’s a little disappointed that he won’t be able to have sex with you, but he’ll never show it.

Puts out an immediate order for guards to watch your door and a maid on hand 24/7.

Any and all needs you are immediately taken care of, and I’m talking about anything and everything. Whatever craving you have, Hanzo's on it. Need your feet rubbed because they’re swollen? He’s got someone on that ASAP.

He demands that you are never to be out of someone’s sight and if he catches you out of bed walking to the restroom, he’ll punish whoever was supposed to be watching you.

You think this is too much and feel more stressed out than before and he notices that as well.

At the end of the night, he’ll order everyone to leave so it will just be the two of you and suddenly you wish that everyone was back.

“Don’t worry, pet,” he says, your legs on his shoulders and his mouth close to your warmth. “I’ll make sure to relieve your tension.”

Dark!Jack Morrison:

Perfect. On bedrest is where Jack would prefer you to be, that way he can keep a constant eye on you.

He knows you can’t escape and if you tried, he wouldn’t hesitate to secure you to the bed to make sure you can’t get up without his help.

Loves running his hands all along your stomach, feeling your child growing inside.

Keeps asking you if you think they’ll be a boy or a girl and you have to try and grin through the disgust growing in the pit of your stomach when answering him.

Even though you can’t have penetrative sex, his cock would be tracing the outline of your mouth as soon as he’s home.

If you’re asleep, it’s even better for him. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve woken up to his cock halfway down your throat.

“Shh...it’s okay, sweetheart,” he groans out, one hand reaching out to pet your hair as he slides further down your throat, relishing in the feeling of you struggling beneath him, “Daddy’s home.”

Dark!Gabriel Reyes:

Not a fucking problem.

Won’t hesitate to cuff you immediately to the bed.

Even though you beg and plead that you’ll be a good girl and won’t try to run again, he’s not having it.

Like all the other guys, he’ll also make sure that you never want for anything.

His favorite thing to do when he gets home from work is to settle in between your legs and lay his head on your stomach, hearing the heartbeat of the child inside.

Sometimes if he comes back in a particularly good mood, he’ll let you out of the cuffs and carry you to the living room so you can have a change of scenery.

But on the days that he comes back in a bad mood, he’ll slam the door to the room shut before approaching you.

The fear in your eyes as he crawls between your legs spurs him on, and he only stops when he feels the heat of your mound on his mouth.

“No te preocupes, mi amor,” he growls before yanking your panties to the side, his eyes widening at the juices that had already begun to gather. “If you’re good, I’ll let you cum this time…”

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Honestly you should do commissions cause I'd pay for your work oh wow. Like...I've been thinking about some noncon scruffy / deadlock Jesse raping like one of the young ow agents ( maybe Lucio cause he's sunshine ) and Gabe is the one that encourages the behavior and tells the victim of choice when they come to him with complaints they need to suck it up the kid has a lot of pent or energy. And it's so hard for them but it's a reoccurring thing now and gabe watches and encourages often

See, while I like this, I don’t think I’d be able to do it any justice cause is purely canon x canon, even if I was being paid to write it. I’d hate for you to pay me to write you something, and then I just can’t end up finding the gusto to write it well. Turn Lucio in a Reader full of sunshine, and I’d probably get around to writing it for free, cause then it’d be fun to write.  

I’m already starting to muse a little about it. Just imagine Jesse see’s this agent and they’re just so bubbly, personable, charming, never without a smile. His ‘Sunshine’, at least that’s what he believes. Jesse thinks he just might be in love with em. But any time he tries to get their affections they just won’t give it to him. He tries askin’ em out on dates, and no dice. They always ‘politely’ turn him down, don’t have no good reason when he asks why. “Aw come on Sunshine, why the hell not?” 

Then he starts venting to Reyes about it. Practically lamenting to the Commander like he’s been gettin’ his heart torn out by this agent he calls, ‘Sunshine.’ And Reyes’ sinister wheels are already turning, “You’re a big boy, McCree. If you want somethin’ bad enough you need to either demand it or take it.” McCree was already on the edge of doin’ somethin’ drastic, and that’s the nail in the coffin for dear Sunshine. 

So McCree does take what he wants, and it’s only a matter of time before they come crying to Reyes about it, literally. And Reyes is just itching for it, he can’t wait ‘til Sunshine comes into his office so sure that he is going to help them, only for him to look them in the eyes and tell them to deal with it. “McCree’s a good agent, deserves to be able to blow off some steam.” Maybe Reyes will call McCree to his office while they’re there, and ‘prove a point’. 

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And after he's so soft™ to cuddle as he throws a heavy, hairy arm over your waist, pulling you into his warmth and nibbling your ear, whispering about how he's real sorry but you shouldn't tease him the way you do, he's a man with needs and sometimes he just can't help himself alright I'm getting carried away I'm about to have to open my own damn blog

Yaaaasssss, please!!!! Open up your own blog and give me that Thicc!McCree.

In the meantime, you have no choice but listen to the sweet no-nothings that Jesse purrs in your ear. A cool breeze blows through the open window, and you subconsciously press your body into him, trying to get as warm as possible.

You can’t help running your hand up and down his arm feeling every hair, scar, and bruise on the surface. He groans loudly, pressing his hips up against yours so you can feel his cock hardening once more.

“Ya best be careful there, darlin,” he says, bulge now settled between your thighs. Slowly, he begins to move his hips and the sound of it rubbing against your still slick sex forces a small moan out your mouth. “Lest I make an honest woman outta ya.”

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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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How open to bargaining for leniency, to be left alone or certain favors or freedoms in exchange for whatever they might want are your dark ow guys? Can they be persuaded vs those that have absolutely no patience for deals?

Suckers:

Jesse “I’m a sucker” McCree - If you need, say some more clothes or different food, greeting him with a simple kiss on the lips as soon as he walks in through the door is an excellent way to start the evening. All he wants is for you to be happy with him as he fucks you into the mattress. So maybe if you slowly start slipping out a moan or two during sex Jesse might be more than willing to meet your demands. For extra measure, don’t hesitate to cuddle into his chest after he’s done using you, that way he knows you care about him and aren't just playing him like a fiddle.

“Sure darlin’, I don’t see the harm in going out on one date. As long as I get to hold your hand every step of the way.”

Genji “Pay attention to me” Shimada - Cyborg or not he was once the spoiled brat of the Shimada empire, and he’s never forgotten it. Say you want a new collar because the one you currently have one is starting to irritate you. Then I suggest wrapping your arms around him for once during sleep would do the trick. He might even let you pick out the color and material this time if you play your cards right.

“I bought these because they matched your eyes. And these I bought because I thought matched your skin. This one, however, I bought because it has a bell.”

Junkrat “This bomb’s for you” - If you want something, like some time out of your cage, you just gotta sweet talk this little trash boy. Small whimpers of, “I need you” and “I just want to feel you underneath me,” are what he’s looking for. He’ll gladly let you out, keeping a close eye on you, as you to sit next to him while he tinkers with his latest creation. If you can handle the heat, then I suggest running your fingers through his hair, it’ll keep you out of the dog cage tonight, at least.

“Oi, sheila. I’ve been thinkin ‘bout what you said ‘bout sleepin in tha cage? I’ve figured since you’ve been a good girlie lately, ya can sleep on the bed wif me!”

Reinhardt “Can you handle this hammer” Wilhelm - If you want something from this old crusader, then flattery is the way to go. Tell him how brave he was in the stories he tells you at night, comment how you love it when he picks you up. Also, make sure that dinner is ready by the time he gets home and you’ll see how much you can get away with.

“Liebling, you’re right. I was very brave. But only because I had to be. You should have seen it, how the crowd cheered for me once the battle was won.”

No Patience:

Hanzo “No” Shimada - He won’t stand for you begging and pleading, at least not for this. He’s already refused your numerous requests to let you outside countless times. So you on all fours and while begging him for more isn’t going to change his mind. It doesn’t matter if you do everything he tells you, no matter how demeaning it is, or how hard it makes you cry, his answer will remain the same.

“Why should I reward you for doing your job?”

Akande “Don’t even try it” Ogundimu - He can read you like a book and anticipate when you’re going to ask him something. You wearing lingerie underneath the dress he bought for you isn’t going to help persuade him any more than the honeyed words you speak into his ear. Honestly, you might be better off being upfront with him than trying to take him for a fool.

“I am not like the other men you’ve had, oyin. It’s going to take much more than your mouth around my cock to convince me.”

Jack “Do I look as much of an idiot as Reyes” Morrison - He’s the Strike Commander for one of the best military organizations in the world. Always three steps ahead of you, he’ll know the idea sprouting in your head before you do.

But he lets you think you’ve got the upper hand when you approach his office without being called. Jack will only smirk as you begin undressing in front of him and watches as you unfasten his belt and zipper. He’ll call you names like “whore” and “slut” while groaning as you ride his cock. Only when Jack empties his seed inside your womb, as you rest your head in the crook of his neck while the two of you come down for your post-orgasm highs, do you finally ask him what you want.

The smirk on his face returns as he brings his lips to your ear to give you his answer.

“Request denied.”

Gabriel “I’m not the fucking boy scout” Reyes - As Blackwatch Commander, it’s his job to know how to read people, and you’re no exception to that rule. So he’ll play along with your new flirty demeanor and let you think that you’ve got him by the balls. But don’t be fooled, he’s playing you just how you think you’re playing him.

Eventually, the time comes when he’s got you bent over his desk, his thrusts harsh and quick as he pistons his hips into yours. You chant his name like a prayer as you cum and he follows you shortly after, making sure to grind his hips into your after he’s finished, so no drop goes to waste. He watches you get dressed as he tucks himself back in and readies himself for what you’re about to ask.

It was such a simple request. He was a little surprised that you went through all this trouble for ask for it. He kissed you before giving you his answer, savoring your taste before finally pulling way to respond.

“Nope. No can do, perra. Go ask the one with the statue.”

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Did you know that it's actually possible to get pregnant with twins by two different fathers? This doesn't seem to bode well for poly mchanzo's s/o *eyebrow wiggles*

Ma’am. These were supposed to be headcanons. Now I’ve gone and written a whole 2,600-word fic about this.

Shit.

But to answer your question, I have read about that happening. It’s exceedingly rare, but honestly how rare would it really be if you had two burly, fertile men basically tag teaming you every night?

They’d be so excited when you finally started signs of being pregnant, between your irregular cycles and your morning sickness waking them up. They finally decided to check and make sure as you d your usual dash from the shared bed into the restroom to empty the contents from last nights meal.

Hanzo was the first one to assist you as you kneeled on the floor, softly pulling your hair back as a knowing smirk began growing on his face. Jesse came in shortly afterward to check on you, and Hanzo ordered him to run to the store and buy a pregnancy test.

You’d never seen Jesse get dressed so quickly, and by the time you finished, he was already out the door. Hanzo watched you as you brushed your teeth, trying to get the taste of bile out your mouth.

When you finished with that he approached you from behind, his left arm gently wrapping around your abdomen, pulling your back flush against his naked chest, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

You silently watched your reflections in the mirror as his tattoos began to glow and his dragons slowly appeared to curl around your waist as well, chittering to each other before making their way up your torso to whisper in Hanzo’s ear. After they’ve made their assessment, they retract back into his arm.

“It seems as if you finally succeeded in something,” he praises before kissing your cheek.

You feel like throwing up all over again when Jesse barges back in the room. The two of you around to face him as he stumbles into the restroom holding about half a dozen tests, his hat askew, and his shirt inside out. You laugh at the sight before you, making Jesse’s eyes light up, and Hanzo pulls you possessively closer to him.

You pull away from Hanzo’s hold and help Jesse place the tests on the counter before he turns you towards him to place a kiss on your lips. Hanzo comes up behind you and peppers kisses up and down your shoulder and neck. When Jesse’s hands begin to wander under your shirt, you finally decide to pull away.

“Maybe, I should take the tests,” you say while grabbing a random one off the counter.

“There is no need,” Hanzo said, his lips by your ear this time.

“Whaddya talkin’ about, Hanzo? Didn’t ya send me out to get these?” Jesse asked before taking your lips in his again.

God, you were going to throw up again.

“Yes, but while you were out my dragons made an appearance to confirmed what I already knew.”

“And zat would be?” Jesse asked with your bottom lip between his teeth.

“That our favorite pet is pregnant with my child,” Hanzo smugly said as his hands wandered back to your front, resting them against your abdomen.

Jesse releases his hold on you and steps around to face Hanzo.

“And what exactly makes you think that it’s yours?” he demanded.

“As I said before, McCree, my dragons told me.” Hanzo let go of you as well and turned around to face Jesse.

“As if I’d trust the diagnosis of a couple of blue lizards.”

You rolled your eyes as Hanzo opened his mouth to yell when you stuck a test in between them.

“If the two of you wouldn’t mind taking your bickering into the next room. I’d like to see for myself,” you said as you began to push both Hanzo and Jesse out.

You could see Hanzo begin to get upset but Jesse at least Jesse understood and grabbed him by the arm to pull him out.

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Ten minutes later and you couldn’t stop from crying as each test told you the same thing.

You were pregnant.

They’d succeeded in their fucked up plan to make sure you wouldn’t leave them. One of those psychos was the father of your child.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and you heard Jesse’s voice ring out behind it. “Everything okay in there, sweet pea? You’ve been in there for some time.”

You don’t bother wiping away your tears as you open the door. They’re well aware of your feelings towards this situation. Jesse’s in front as Hanzo peeks from behind him and you stare at them for a moment before telling them the news.

Jesse breaks into a grin as he leans down to pick you up bridal style, carrying you back into the room and laying you back down on the bed. Hanzo wears a genuine smile on his face as he looks down at you before facing back to Jesse.

“I told you she was carrying my child.”

“Now wait just one damn minute!”

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They booked you an appointment with Angela that very same day too, and she triple-confirmed your pregnancy but did add in the fact that you were about 14 weeks along. She also scheduled you for your first ultrasound for the following week.

That had to be the longest week of your life. Between being immediately relieved from active duty by Jack and the constant arguing on whose child it is, they were slowly driving you mad.

Finally, the day of the appointment finally arrived, and you swear they were more nervous than you as they each stood on either side of your bed. They each held one of your hands tightly between there own as Angela spreads the cold gel on your stomach, making you shiver.

After a few seconds, Angela rubs the fetal doppler on your stomach, and the three of you hold your breath as a heartbeat begins to sound through. She smiled and started to point at the small blip on the screen that supposedly showed your baby, but she stopped mid-sentence, her head cocking to the side as she seemed to listen intently to the heartbeat.

“What is it, Doctor?” Hanzo asked with a worried tone as Jesse loudly swallowed and tightened the grip on your hand.

Angela suddenly broke out into a smile, and for the second time that month you knew that bad news was coming.

“Well it seems as if you’re in luck,” she proclaimed, “Looks like it's going to be twins!”

“You’re shittin’ me, doc,” Jesse said in disbelief.

“Nein. They’re not identical of course. You see here,” she says pointing to two different points on the screen. “They’re fraternal.”

Jesse and Hanzo were both speechless, neither saying a thing until Jesse broke out into a smile and began to laugh.

The room felt like it was spinning as you started to get nauseous again, and this time you were sure it had nothing to do with the twins growing inside you. Even though you were staring straight at the screen and hearing their heartbeats, you couldn’t stop the bile rising in your throat.

Hanzo broke you out of your train of thought as he kissed your temple. “Do you hear that, my pet? You’ve done so well.”

“Now, I must warn you,” Angela started again as she scribbled something in your chart. “Since you are in a relationship with the two of them....”

You almost laughed out loud when she mentioned the relationship but stopped when you caught Hanzo’s glare out of the corner of your eye.

“And the children are fraternal; there is a slight chance that each child could have a different father.”

There’s no way. This can’t be happening.

Now the room was spinning, and this time they might have suspected something was wrong when the machines began beeping frantically. Angela’s voice called out to you, and that seemed to snap you out of your trance.

You stared at her dumbfounded, hardly paying attention as Hanzo gloated over to Jesse on how it still counted as him being right.

“Sorry, Angela. I’m just a little surprised is all,” you whispered as you pulled your hands out of theirs when you heard Jesse’s tell-tale growl of annoyance at Hanzo.

“That’s completely understandable. I know it is a lot to take in. But, we probably won’t know for sure until the children are born. They could both very well still be the child of only one father.”

That didn’t make you feel any better.

“In the meantime, I'm going to put you on strict bed rest with this being your first pregnancy; I feel as if twins might be too much for your body to handle. So I want you hydrated and well-rested...”

Her voice faded out as you stared at the screen, watching the beating hearts of your children. Before you knew it, you were back in your room with both men always doting over you and fighting amongst themselves. Hanzo convinced that both were his and Jesse scoffing at every turn saying how it didn’t matter who’s children you carried because neither one of them was going to leave you anytime soon. That usually shut him up.

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The months passed quickly, much to your relief. About a few weeks after your first visit you had begun to show rather quickly and just as the good doctor had said, it had put a strain on your body. You were grateful Hanzo and Jesse were with you, even if they didn’t give you a second to yourself. One of them always keeping an eye on you in case you tried to run. As if you could if you tried.

As the months went, you began to think that maybe it wasn’t all that bad being with them. Sure, they consistently argued over you, but they were so caring while you were pregnant. It almost made you forget on how they forced you into this sick “relationship,” and bred you like you were some prized sow.

But when you found out that you were expecting boys, they lavished you in so much affection and care that evening. Neither of them was shy on having sex while you carried one of their likely children and they didn’t hesitate on bringing you to the edge over and over again.

And even when your breasts began to get sore from the pregnancy, they made sure to take care of it. Each one latched on to a breast as they rubbed their hands up and down your stomach, feeling the life with you kick as they feasted on your warm milk.

Unfortunately, that didn’t last and the day finally came when you woke up in a wet pile with pain radiating from your lower back and abdomen. It must have been around 4 in the morning, but Hanzo jumped out of bed the instant you began to cry in pain. He knew it was going to happen any day now and he was packed and ready.

You managed to wake up Jesse by using his real arm as a grip, squeezing as tight as you could until the contraction passed while Hanzo grabbed the backs and car keys. Jesse just yelled along with you as your nails dug deep into his skin.

To say the delivery was smooth was a stretch. Your contractions were too close together by the time you arrived at the hospital so that the epidural would have been of no use. Jesse fed you ice chips as you squeezed his metal hand, while Hanzo dabbed at your forehead with a cold towel.

The doctor Angela had referred you to eventually arrived just in time as you got ready to push.

The first twin was the easiest, eager to be born. It only took you a few pushes before you felt relief when he came screaming into the world. As soon as the nurse handed him to you, wrapped tightly in a blue blanket, his chocolate brown eyes stared right into yours. You’d recognize that dark brown anywhere, and you didn’t need a test to prove that this was McCree’s son.

“Gabriel,” Jesse said as he pressed his face closer towards yours to get a closer look at his child, “I want to name him Gabriel.”

You were about to respond when another round of contractions hit, making you scream as the nurse quickly came to take Gabriel away.

The cramps hadn’t been this intense before, and now they were driving you insane. Hanzo came to your other side and softly spoke into your ear at what an amazing job you were doing, resuming the cold towel on your forehead. You sobbed as the pain lingered now, never fully going away.

“I can’t. I can’t do this Hanzo. It’s too much,” you cried out as they came back quicker than you expected.

“You’re doing well, my love. You’re doing so well,” he mumbles against your hair as the doctor tells you to push again.

You try to push, but you feel so spent from the first one, it’s not as simple, and you toss your head back against the pillows and yell in frustration. Everything is too much for you at this point. The doctor telling you to push, mixed with the urge to push, while cramps ravage your body is overwhelming. Hanzo kisses your forehead, ignoring the mixture of sweat and water on his lips.

“Beloved,” Hanzo speaks to you again. “I wouldn’t have chosen you if I thought you were weak.”

“I thought the dragons wanted me,” you scoff and tried to push again to no avail.

“The dragons work off of the emotions of their Masters. If they chose you, it’s because I deemed you worthy first.”

You turn to look at him in disbelief and just as you answer him, another chance to push appears, and you let out another scream instead, squeezing Jesse’s hand once more. Suddenly you feel Hanzo slip his left hand into yours as a blue glow appears beneath his shirt.

You feel a sense of calm wash over you, and you give one more hard push. You scream once more as muscles contract, and you finally feel that relief once more when the youngest one finally came into the world.

He didn’t cry, barely making a peep, as the nurse's weigh and measure him before handing him to you when they finished. You finally released your hold on Jesse's hand and he took that opportunity to flex his fingers as he walked over to see Gabriel. Who was more than content on talking to himself as he tried to shove the entirety of his hand in his mouth.

Hanzo smiled at you as the two of you looked down at the youngest one. You smiled as well when you noticed that had your eyes, nose, and lips. Hanzo reached out to cradle his head when his dragons made an appearance.

They slowly floated around the three of you, stopping every once in a while to smell and touch him. Finally, when they were satisfied, they disappeared back into Hanzo. You looked at him quizzically, but you knew the answer.

“What do you want to name him?” you ask as Jesse finally sits next to you, handing you the first twin.

“Jiro,” Hanzo says as he cradles his son’s head.

“Fitting,” Jesse responds while laying another kiss on your forehead.

The nurse comes back in after everything has been cleaned up to take the twins for their first baths. You see that the men are eager to go, but they don’t want to leave you alone.

“It’s okay. Go with them. It’s not like I can go anywhere,” you say motioning around.

They each give you a kiss, and you notice that Hanzo’s lasts a bit longer than usual, but you say nothing as they follow the nurse and close the door behind them.

You’re finally alone for the first time in months, and you can’t help but cry as you realize that you miss the warmth of their bodies already.

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(i am so sorry) do any of the yanderes have -ehem- a lactation kink? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Okay, so like I have a small itty bitty kink for it. Don’t judge me.

Dark!Jesse

He’s actually the reason you start producing milk so early.

You thought that with him getting you pregnant, he’d leave you alone for a while, but if anything it only stirred him on more.

He loved seeing your pregnant body on top of him, and he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

Luckily for him, you began complaining about how sore your breasts were and how much they ached, even though you were still early in your pregnancy.

He came home one day to find you on the bed, massaging your breasts because the soreness was too much to take.

So Jesse thought he would do you a favor of relieving the “tension,” much to your dismay

He brushed your hands away and began suckling on your sensitive nipples, causing you to moan more out of relief than pleasure.

After a few weeks, he started to taste more than just your flesh on his tongue. 

Your natural sweet flavor driving him absolutely wild and he wouldn’t stop unless you were tapped out.

When you finally gave birth, you could tell he was slightly jealous of your child when you would breastfeed them.

Always next to you, patiently waiting for them to finish so he could have his turn next.

Dark!Hanzo

Finally, a few months after your kidnapping, you had finally made yourself useful and carried his heir.

He made sure that your every whim was catered to since he didn’t want the mother of his child to be stressed out during the pregnancy. It was the kindest he’d ever been to you.

However, he couldn’t prevent your body’s natural reaction to the pregnancy. 

You still woke up with morning sickness a few months in, and you had to be placed on bed rest because your child was draining you of your energy faster than you could recuperate.

After some time you began to wake up in the middle of the night whining about how sore and tender your nipples felt, sometimes sobbing from the pain.

One day he got tired of being woke up by your whimpers, so he pinned you down, careful not to hurt the child growing inside you, and with one hand tore your night shirt off.

Latched immediately on to your nipple and began to gently suck, careful to mind his teeth, as your milk began to flow into his mouth. He let go of your hands, and you immediately ran them through his hair as he suckled, sighing out of relief.

It became a nightly habit for the two of you to do this before falling asleep.

You both were surprised to find out how much the two of you enjoyed this nightly ritual. Hanzo realized that it calmed him from the day’s activities and you felt all the tension in your body leave as he fed.

Unfortunately, it stopped when your sons were born. But he would stare at you as you fed them, and lick his lips as he remembered your taste.