• Yandere Yakuza!Hanzo owns the streets of Hanamura, often patrolling with his crew late at night. He has the most important people of the city in his pocket or working alongside him. The Yakuza has infiltrated practically the whole city.
• When you first arrive in Hanamura, you very quick learn this. You were wise to heed the warnings to stay away from anything related to the organization.
• But the Yakuza scouts any new residents, anyone that lives in the city is apart of their property. And Hanzo’s men are always eager to talk about a new pretty face that shows up in their territory. Often he pays no mind to them, more occupied by his duties than in chasing a shiny new toy. But once he does catch sight of you, he is fascinated by what he sees.
• He is on duty every night, yet still finds the time to keep a close eye on you. You’re smart, you don’t hang about the usual places he and his crew would frequent. Many newcomers are quick to dismiss the influence of the Yakuza, but you knew better than that. Still, you couldn’t escape him.
• You sparked his interest, something most people would kill for. He wanted to absorb you into his organization and gain full control of you. It began with infiltrating your workplace. New hires would try to entice you to joining the Yakuza with all its benefits. But you would respectfully decline and try to avoid any more interaction with them as possible.
•When that didn’t work, he would send men to bestow you gifts on his behalf. It was certainly a shock, you didn’t know what you had done to receive anything from the Yakuza boss himself. But word quickly spread around the city that he had claimed you, all before you had even seen him yourself.
• People grew distant from you. Some were taking precautions, others had received unsavory warnings. Before you knew it, everyone in the street stared at you as you walked by, whispering to each other as you passed. It upset you, and you started asking around about Hanzo to anyone who wasn’t afraid to speak to you. Those being people who were already affiliated with the Yakuza themselves and it would not be long until Hanzo caught wind of your curiosities.
• In the dark of night, you were pulled into an alleyway by a group of well-dressed men. You were panicked, though you already knew you were living on borrowed time. They brought you to a marvelous adorned tea house, pink petal blossoms peppering the gardens. And there was Hanzo, dressed handsomely in western attire as he kneeled beside the table.
• It was the first time you had seen him, and he already left a memorable impression. You heard stories about how vicious he was, and you could see it on his face. Even in his most relaxed state, his eyes were always angry and alert.
• Many of your meetings with the Yakuza boss would be like this. When he was not preoccupied with his clandestine operation, he ushered you into a private room (though the privacy was soured by the entourage of men patrolling the perimeter) and the two of you spoke while he enjoyed a cup of tea.
•Declining his invitations wasn’t an option for you. You couldn’t escape him, you were both aware of that. Still, he wanted you closer. What good were you by yourself, you had to be by his side where he could keep you safe. Make sure no one in this world would hurt you and you would always be taken care of.
Request: Hanzo orders his dancer to dance until she collapses, but then punishes her when she collapes quite quickly (due to her having low stamina?) because he thinks she could have danced longer.
Heavy blankets of cigar smoke roll amongst the ill-lit room as Hanzo sits relaxed against a lush couch with one leg crossed over the other. A thick bulge is straining against his slacks as a hefty cigar lays lazily against his plush lips, supported by resting fingers decorated with fine jewelry. With each increasingly long drag, more smoke flows out from the mouth of the dragon, of danger. The proof being thick poisonous clouds that leave nothing untouched.
Except him. He remains untouched by the filth. His crisp suit hugs his form to no fault and stands to show the perfection that is Hanzo Shimada. He’s filthy rich, enviably- unreasonably beautiful, and he holds a gaze that can strike any man with fear. A predator. Honorable, nonetheless... supposedly.
Hanzo has grown to fancy a bit of pain with his pleasure, and god if it isn’t delicious. His eyes shamelessly trace her figure as she sways her body just for him- shamelessly studying his prey, playing with his food. Honorable indeed, working his beautiful dancer until they’re sweating and buckling under their own weight, body collapsing from exhaustion.
Her right knee crumbles and hits the floor first, hard. Then her right elbow, her hip, and an audible choke follows the next arm. As soon as the thud dissipates, a gasp and an audible swallow replace it. She realizes her failure. His disappointment. The punishment to come.
Yet still, the show must go on. As fear roots in her eyes, she makes work of her collapse by spreading her body across the floor. Steadily breathing the dragons breath deep into her lungs, shaking fingers run along her body to sell it as much as she possibly can.
As much as she’s tried, and as much as Hanzo enjoys toying with his food, he knew that his dancer wouldn't make it. This display was quickly worsening his current predicament of what to do.
Hanzo had previously unabashedly laid out the not-so-pretty picture of what he would do if she was to fail, and made it clear to note that it was not up for debate...
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His eyes slowly scoured the surface of her body as she hesitantly began the descent into the game. Their dance. Hanzo felt himself swell. His decorated hand reached for a cigar, lighting it a bit too far as he looked her in the eyes and the end flared red hot. He eased off the cigar, and with the movement came the first puff of dragon's breath.
“If you fail-
“I won't hesitate to hurt you. You will not enjoy it. You will cry, scream, and beg. I will make sure of it, and I will only stop when I see fit.”
He takes another long drag without breaking eye contact, followed by an onset of billowing smoke. Hanzo makes sure she sees him tracing her body with his eyes before speaking once more in a harsh, firm tone. The mood in the room shifts dramatically.
“I’d find it in your best interest for you to service me, and take what I give to you. If you may find it within yourself to disagree, then this is over, and you can ensure that I will not hold back when lashing you.”
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But now that raw meat had become a rare steak at the discovery that it was still trying to please him upon its failure, despite being afraid? Now that tears were leaking from her eyes- so close to her breaking point where Hanzo so desperately wanted his dancer to fall over? He throbbed in his pants again. Hanzo wasn’t so sure anymore. It was going to be so much more fun to act on the possibility of playing now, despite not being able to entertain his original plans. Enticing little thing. Infuriating piece of meat.
“Stop.”
The cigar is put out in a nearby ashtray that is just as unnecessarily lavish as everything else in the room, and Hanzo’s eyes immediately shift to your shaking body on the floor. Your head lifts slowly, still hurting from the tumble, and your eyes are wide with fear. But you obey him- your limbs still in place as you wait patiently.
He’s sure if he could eat you, he would do so. He’s leaking uncontrollably in his pants at the sight of you hanging on to his every word and command despite your limits clearly being abused by him.
“Be still.”
The shimada hums in acceptance of your compliance as your body lies stiff. But this doesn’t last long, because seconds later he’s right in front of you, spotless shoes placed right in your field of view. One of them tilts up under your chin, tilting it upwards at a painful angle. His gaze is daring you to disobey to escape your discomfort as his shoe pushes against your jaw higher and higher. A whimper of sorts comes from your throat, and at that moment he hopes you learned to have kept quiet, because his foot drops immediately and you weren’t expecting it. Your chin busts against the floor and you can neither be still nor quiet. You cry out and gasp as fat tears roll down your cheeks, but your mouth keeps pursing as if to hold it all in. You keep trying to please him though, and that’s what keeps him going.
Quiet whimpers are still coming from your mouth and you’ll twitch occasionally due to the crying, causing your chin to wobble and burn worse than before, but your mouth is mostly closed to the point that you’re trying not to breathe in order to obey. Your body is attempting to still it’s movements as you lock the knees you previously busted on the floor, and he knows that it hurts. But he’s throbbing in his pants all the more, leaking with need.
Hanzo decides that he won’t be denying himself any longer, and begins to palm himself. Once more he puts his shoe in front of your face, and he sees more tears continue to form in your eyes, but you remain silent… mostly.
“Lick.”
You open your mouth immediately and Hanzo watches you shake again, your jaw not nearly ready for the onslaught before the recovery.
I might have to keep you.
Your tongue comes out and licks a long broad stripe up his shoe, breath audibly shaky. You continue to do this a few more times, and he knows that turning back will not be an option for him now. Gripping himself tightly one last time through his slacks, he makes sure you hear him unbuttoning them… unzipping them… and shoving them past his v-cut only enough for him to pull his cock out and begin stroking. The slick sounds erupting from above are not lost on you, and he can tell that if you weren’t afraid before, you are now. Or at the very least, you’re about to be.
His knees fold onto his calves so he can balance on his feet, bending down to you. Hanzo can pinpoint the exact moment you realize that he’s shifted to meet you, because his shoe that you were so urgently servicing has now been propped up and creased to support his weight, and your eyes widen to the size of saucers. It makes him chuckle darkly into the room. The next realization comes to you when his hand is gripping your jaw, pulling your face upwards so he can look into your eyes again, or rather, so you can look at your next task. Your face is cradled in his huge palm, and the other hand is steadily stroking while Hanzo gazes at you.
Without breaking eye contact, he pulls away to place the other palm in front of you as well.
“Spit.”
You don’t have the privilege of opening your jaw at least a bit slowly, because this time the shimada does it for you. He grips your jaw tighter, causing it to fall open out of pain, and there’s no rest for you even then. He makes sure of it. Two thick fingers are forced into your mouth quickly, repeatedly, and you cannot stop gagging. Saliva produces even faster now, and as soon as Hanzo sees enough has pooled in your mouth, he’s digging it out and stroking it into his cock. Not too long after, his fingers will go jab back into your gag reflex repeatedly and the process repeats until his dick is glistening with your spit.
Apparently you have learned- he acknowledges with a hum- because when he abruptly drops your jaw this time, you catch yourself.
You’re breathing heavily and drooling into the floor when you settle again, leaking tears. Hanzo pulls himself away once more. He begins to circle you very slowly, stroking slower as he’s observing now. The clack of one shoe sounds off a few feet from your head, and after a few long seconds pass the next audible step is near your shoulder. This continues agonizingly slowly until you hear him circle around to the other side of your head, letting out a pleased sound once more.
You may have collapsed, but this dance is still ongoing. He’s at the top of the food chain, the most dangerous predator, and you unfortunately have fallen into the place of his prey. He’s circling you like his next meal, and Hanzo decides playing with his food has never felt so good. He tucks his cock back into his pants and barks an order,
“Up, girl.”
Shit. You let out a shaky breath, and mentally prepare yourself for the shock that you know is about to shoot down your knee.
You prop yourself up on your hands first and push up, when your elbows begin to shake. The huffs out of your nose become more violent and your throat chokes up as your knee is now at an awkward angle. You attempt to move it inwards in order to gain more leverage but it erupts in pain and you call out- before closing your mouth immediately in fear. You hear heavy footsteps approaching and remind yourself that staying calm should help you escape a harsher blow in the end- but you find yourself leaking tears and gasping for breath again anyway as Hanzo’s blurry shoes appear in front of your hands on the floor. And the blow never comes. Instead, two fingers are gripping your jaw, slowly raising your view to meet his eye line. He’s blurry too.
“I’m sorry, sir, I-“
“Stop.” He pauses to make sure you’ve heard him and only continues once your harsh breathing recedes. “Let your knee relax. I’m going to lift you.” Then suddenly, he’s not so blurry anymore, your knee relaxes, and you gulp audibly. He bends down to grip you around your waist with his big hands and as he raises you cautiously, your knee scrapes across the floor and he pauses. He hasn’t broken eye contact. He’s…. looking for confirmation? But there’s no indication on his face of leniency nor sympathy. You decide not to search for it. You nod shakily and he lifts you up the rest of the way into his arms. Such compliant prey, he thinks.
And as Hanzo carries you away, you realize you shouldn’t have let him. Hanzo smells divine and his clothes are extremely soft. And it only makes it worse that he’s so fucking warm and huge. Inevitably, you start to drift to sleep. You try to make it known to him by nudging your head into his chin lightly to get his attention, but he takes it as you trying to nuzzle into his neck that he then pushes you further into with a hum. You realize it’s a lost cause as your eyes flutter shut and he speaks, sending a sharp pang of fear striking through you.
“I’ll be keeping you.
You may drift off now, you’ll need your rest for your next performance.”
You need to stay awake. Fight him. For once. Keep you? He wasn’t being sweet, he was taming his prey. Playing with his food. Tenderizing the meat. But as the feeling of your head in his kneck and his huge arms around you remains...this only manages to be a thought. You reluctantly succumb to sleep with tear tracks staining your cheeks along with more bruises littering your body to count, head filling with dreams of dancing in shackles.
Would you be willing to do a few HCs for how the Shimadas (separate) treat a kidnapped s/o?
this was not supposed to be LONG >:v
(i have no one to blame but myself)
: : : HANZO:
+ Keeps you on a very tight leash- and not just to begin with.
+ Hell hath no fury like a disobeyed Hanzo, and the second you put a toe out of line, his ire will come crashing down around you.
+ Although he’s an easy master to displease, his anger is cold and calculated. There are no threats, no yelling, no raised fists. No desperate last struggle of cornered prey.
+ There is only the hard, steely set of his jaw, and the cruel flash of resolve in his eyes. Frigid terror has its claws around your throat long before you feel the brush of soft leather clamping down on your windpipe.
+ With the expectation of absolute obedience, defying him is no easy task.
+ He is clinical in giving punishment; an unyielding wall of authority, unmoved by begging, sobbing, and pleading. And yet, he hates to see his property damaged or marred.
+ Even at his most infuriated, he’ll never leave a mark on you. Ice baths, figging, menthol oil, being bound in stress positions- anything that will deliver a strong, lasting lesson without the gruesome evidence on your skin. Rest assured, you won’t need bruises or welts to remind you of the consequences that come with disobedience.
+ But, like all else in the universe, everything must have balance - even Hanzo. Wrathful when provoked, Hanzo can also be an extremely rewarding master to please. His praise is hard-won, and his affections warm and generous. He is the Occam’s Razor of strict discipline and gentle doting.
+ Isolated and at his whim, Hanzo will become the be-all && end-all of your world.
+ No matter how rebellious, how headstrong or determined you are…
+ Hanzo will bring you to heel.
: : : GENJI:
+ The second he has you in his clutches, you’ll be sweaty and panting face-down on the floorboards with his knee in your spine and his voice in your ear. An impassive stranger sits with a buzzing needle against your skin, stamping you irrevocably as his property.
+ You sob and shake as he violates your very being and removes your personhood, fingernails clawing up the worn finish of the wood and trying so hard to make yourself be anywhere but here, in this awful, humiliating room where time has abandoned you- but his hands soothe your sweaty hair and along your ribs like he’s calming a wild-eyed, frothing animal, and he tells you you’re doing so well. That it will be over soon, and you’ll be his forever. Just a little longer. You’re so close.
+ Genji doesn’t tie you to the bedpost, doesn’t rule you with an iron first the way his brother might. He thrives on the chase, loves it when you fight tooth and nail- he’ll let you taste the hope of freedom, let you almost, almost make it- then swoop in for the kill.
+ He’ll wrap an arm around your shoulders, holding you close like a lover, laugh like you’re sharing a private, intimate joke. He’ll steer you home, somehow effortless even as you kick and scream and feel the light of day slipping through your fingers again.
+ “Where were you going? There’s nothing out there, babe- not for you, not anymore.”
+ He doesn’t strive to force you into obedience or teach you your place like Hanzo would- complacency is boring and predictable. Genji keeps you just barely contained, something truly wild and bright and desperate that he can catch over and over, savoring each time he reigns you back in and your fight is renewed. This way, the light never really goes out in your eyes, but he’s still trapped you; a captive, untamed thrill.
+ Genji is the more emotionally attached of the two Shimada brothers, as well. By nature, he’s more volatile, but you’re something precious and vulnerable that can never escape him, and in this way you’re the only thing he can invest all of his thoughts, affections, and hopes into. He can be raw and exposed, because you’re his.
+ He loves you sincerely, and the more time you spend in his clutches the more tame he becomes. Because he’s decided this is a relationship, and even if you’re shackled to him, wings clipped and claws trimmed, he loves you and eventually you’ll have to love him back, anyways, right? It’s the only choice you have.
Summary: He’s your savior. You love him, and you need him to break you.
Warnings: Gore, Vivid descriptions of pain, Stockholm Syndrome, Rape Referenced, Referenced Branding
You’re tired. You’re beaten, broken, and you can’t handle any more or you’ll shatter. That’s what the aching in your body tells you. But the slow pump of your heart tells you that you’re still alive, and you can handle more.
So badly, you want to raise to your feet and tell him that he’s wrong. Tell him that he’s beat you for so long and so much, that it only proves the love that he must feel for you, since he’s touching you with his own hands, and using up so much of his precious time.
If he didn’t love you, he would never have put in as much effort as he had to keep you pinned to the floor from all the pain, as you are now. That’s what your brain tells you, even as you look up into his emotionless eyes as he stares down at you like scum.
It’s also the brain that’s been locked away without a sliver of hope to save it. A brain without proper functioning time under constant high stress. To make matters worse, a brain without attention, or a stable connection in years now, so much that it’s falsely created one of its own. With him.
But you don’t know that- it’s never crossed your mind. You just know that he always comes back through that door, and he brings in all the light, food, and touch you receive, in with him. He’s your savior. You know it. You repeated that in your head as he beat you earlier, and when he forced himself into you every time before that, and you’re willing to repeat it outside of your head now, as you lay half dead on the floor, in hopes that he’ll take away everything he just said. That you’re foolish for ever thinking that you meant more than a breeding tool for him, more than some unworthy harlot.
You want him to take it back. All of it. If you don’t have him, there’s nothing. You love him. You say it out loud. A whisper in a crowd. It barely makes it out beneath the sound of his expertly polished shoes, untouched by your blood as he goes to leave through the door, and take everything back with him. But he hears it. “I love you. You’re my savior, Hanzo.”
His body makes a solid stop mere feet away from the handle of the door. He doesn’t make a move, or face you, but you’re determined. It’s pitiful, you can admit that, but you need him to love you, need him to come back and beat you some more and prove that he’s your savior again. So you do it.
Your right arm moves first. It shakily stretches out and smacks the floor. You hear your ankle shackle scrape across the floor as you move, and something welled deep inside you tells you to turn back. You repulse it away as soon as it comes and continue moving. Ignoring the prickles of pain shooting down your body from the collision, you pull yourself forward with the same arm.
With your last movement, your body is reminded of a broken rib or two, and a shattered knee. Not to mention, more cuts and bruises than you can count. When the pain hits, you shakily breathe and muffle a scream inside your mouth. You have to do this. Pain is just a petty thing in the way of getting something you want.
That’s what he taught you. Hanzo. He taught you that. He said it a multitude of times as he pushed into you- telling you that every drop of blood you bled would be worth it for his pleasure, relief, and overall the wellbeing of his empire when you would birth his heirs.
With that, you’re motivated to keep going. Hanzo taught you a valuable lesson. He’s your savior, your love. You can’t let him down. Your second arm shoots out and drags your body forward. It hurts more than anything you’ve ever felt and each nerve screams for it to stop. Your vision is blurring, and you’re close to blacking out but you will make it to him. You have to. Your right arm moves out to pull your body forward again and the pain keeps making your vision fuzzier. You’re so tired. But Hanzo is right there, and you only need a little bit more of a push before you reach him. Both arms shoot out to haul your body forward next to his feet.
Your arms just aren’t able to lift your body forward after all they’ve endured. They shake and buckle under your weight, causing you to fall and scream. You let one tear fall from the impact before you try again. Your arms are shaking and you’re sure that you won’t make it until you push your shattered knee down onto the floor to propel you forward. You hear it crack even more from the push off of the floor, and the impact when it comes back down. The shriek that comes from your throat sounds inhuman. You sob and choke on your breath while your vision fades out some more.
You want to crawl onto his leg and beg him to beat you- to love you, and save you again. But no sounds make it out of your mouth. When you blink, you realize you must have blanked out for a few seconds, because Hanzos feet are facing forward now. You tilt your head up and look at him with droopy eyelids and a quivering chin. You’re an absolute mess, covered in blood and tears with whispers escaping your mouth. “Break me.”
He blinks and lets a short, deep chuckle break from his lips. Your vision is almost completely depleted now, and a whine escapes you. Hanzo crouches down towards you and holds your jaw with the hefty palm of his hand and squints his eyes, as if he’s studying you. “I already have.” He smirks, and with pleasure, you give in to the urge to sleep. Everything goes black.
Your eyes flutter open and you suck in a deep breath through your nose. Your surroundings are well kept and the room smells like Hanzo, and in that moment you wish you could stay here forever. Plush sheets caress your body, and you know you’re in your room. But it’s not the room Hanzo gave you. It’s actually yours. The one your Mama made up all for you after your Dad left.
She tried so hard painting those dragons you’d always told her about dreaming of, but somehow you know they could never compare to the real thing. The sun isnt yet over the horizon, but the sky somehow has an bright glow. You take another breath before stepping out of bed and slowly tiptoeing down the stairs.
They were always creaky, but it seems like they’re the loudest they’ve ever been as you walk down them this time. The old wood groans with age, and it startles movement in the house.
You hear footsteps from below, and a chuckle too. With the sound, you make haste down the stairs. When you reach the bottom and gaze into the living room, Hanzo is waiting at your circular dining table. You want to speak to him, but you remember his teachings. “Speak when spoken to, pet.”
You submissively look down, but you catch his hand patting his thigh in your peripheral vision. You walk over and and slowly bend to adjust yourself onto his lap, and he lets you take your time. You let your hands rest on your thighs when you finally sit. Hanzo’s left hand grabs one of them, intwining your fingers as his other arm places your head into the crook of his neck. You inhale his musk, and relax as the same arm wraps around your waist tightly. “Good girl.” You say thank you, in acknowledgement, before he speaks again.
“The young ones are sleeping. But I’m not so sure you should be. You’ve got to be ready for me.” You know what he’s going to propose, but you keep your mouth shut. It’s inevitable, anyway.
“Are you ready to come home, and wake up?”
You want so badly to stay here forever, and bask in his touch and your perfect life. To inhale his musk in the crisp mornings and feel him touch you like this every day would be heaven. But you have to wake up. It’s what he wants, and you will provide. So you give him what he wants, but not before snuggling closer to him one last time. “Yes”
When you wake, you’re greeted with bright light flooding through the blinds, with a thick ring behind your head and a weight on your thighs. When you move to sit up, you hear high pitched clicking and the weight on your thighs moves upward toward your chest. The dragons. They must have healed you.
You feel a muzzle push against your neck and click again. You grin and move your hand against it so you can sit up. Once you do, they’re both ready to play. But you meet eyes with Hanzo first. He stalks forward around the side of the bed and sits next to you on the plush sheets.
Although you’re at attention and motionless, the dragons are snuggling into your stomach and wrapping themselves around you. “They’ve been waiting to play. They’ve been all over your body. What a shame to see all the marks I’ve left on you, gone.” Happy clicking. A moment of silence. “I suppose... you’ll have to make more.” His voice cuts sharply through the air once more, “That I will.”
Hanzo grips your chin tightly and pulls you inches from his face before whispering. “I’ve decided to take you up on your offer. I’ll break you. With harder methods, and no lenience. I’ll start by branding you tonight. Do you understand?” The thought makes you shiver in excitement. He notices.
He knows what he’s doing. His lips are so close to yours while he’s giving you everything he knows you want to hear. He’s on a power trip and you’re loving every second of it. He wants you to say it again, and kiss his lips so he can punish you once more. So you do, for your savior.
“Yes sir.” Your lips meet his and he thrusts your neck against the headboard before crawling on top of you and painfully pinning your legs down with his knees. “Beg for it.” You shakily exhale, “Please sir, I need you.” He clicks his tongue. “Needy slut.”
His mouth reunites with yours and it’s all tongue and teeth. He’s biting your lower lip and keeping sweet intimacy just out of your reach. It’s torture, and to him, that’s exactly what you need. He breaks away, full well knowing you’re not satisfied and only more frustrated. But he looks at you expectantly, and you’re obliged to give him what he wants. Again. Always.
“Thank you, sir. I love you so much.” “And what a grave mistake you’ve made.”
Hello! Please, how would Mchanzo and Reaper76 (or just Hanzo if you don't do more than one character or poly) do with a kidnapped s/o who they constantly find doing weird shit like because they don't really have any means of entertainment but when they're asked what their up to, they get kind of teary eyed and mumbly. I think you're really talented and spend your free time very productively, thank you, I hope you have a lovely evening:-)
((thank you for making me smile :”3 i decided to just do all three scenarios, they’re a little short but i hope they do the trick!))
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McHanzo:Hanzo is…puzzled to say the least. He walked into your room to the sight of you making music of the few objects at your disposal. McCree thought it was adorable, his laughter was the thing that took you away from your trance. “What in the world are you up to, sugar?” He knelt down, positioning himself next to you. Your eyes shifted away from his figure and you could feel your cheeks flush as your nervously fidget with your hands, “Um…”Hanzo interrupted you, “Perhaps you need some entertainment, pet.”Jesse kept his eyes on you, widening his smile, “Play a song for us, baby.”After that moment, Hanzo invested into books and other forms of conventional entertainment. McCree pops into your room at random times during the day, hoping to catch you and your musical skills again. In the times he does, he wants you to play him a song, again.
Reaper76:Soldier was on his way to butter you up when he found you making a fort out of your pillows, bedsheet, and blankets. He thought you escaped at first, until he say your eyes between a few pillows.“And you wonder why I call you kitten,” he smiled, moving a pillow away to get a better view of you. He let out a light chuckle, “You’ve got to see this, Gabe.”Reaper followed the call, crossing his arms as he looked down on you, “What the hell is this?”You look down at your legs as you stammer on your words, “I’m sorry, I just…”Reaper’s sigh interrupted you as he approached you and Soldier, “I suppose this gives us an excuse to fuck you on the floor.”
Hanzo:He was just as embarrassed as you when he caught you laying on the carpet, counting aloud the dots in the intricate design. “Are you enjoying yourself?” His voice startled you, causing you to realize how silly you must look. “Sorry…I was just so bored…” you flustered around the words as he kept his confused look. “How may I fix that for you, my dear?” He extended a hand to you, which you took, elevating yourself from the carpet you were attached to. “It’s okay…” you kept your head down while you clenched your hands behind your back, still unsure how to feel. “Nonsense,” he lifted your chin with a tender hand, “perhaps if you behave, I’ll allow you some toy. Would you like that, pet?”Your body relaxes and you nod your head eagerly, “Yes, please, I’d like that a lot.”A small smile grew on his face and he planted a small kiss on your forehead, “Good.”
