Hello, how are you? I LOVED the baby headcannons and was wondering if you had any headcannons for the Shimada brothers and their dragons interacting with their s/o? Please and thank you!
Hey there! I remember your name! I’m sorry I didn’t get this out sooner … I’m a bad person xcBUT I’m glad you liked my things! That means a lot to me. I hope you like this one to <3I went with more focus on the dragons then them and the brothers.
Genji and Soba:
Soba, the name Genji gave his dragon long ago, is more kin to a dog then anything with scales.
Soba has a tendency to sneak out of Genji when he’s meditating and goes off to find you, brining you either a shoe or a stick to toss for him. Genji knows of course when Soba wanders off and actually likes it; he can feel his dragon’s joy as an extension of himself.
He’s both peaceful and filled with fun at the same time.
Soba likes to cuddle with you for naps in the sunlight but also is so high energy even in the naps. He’s rolling about and moving and constantly shifting.
Soba’s favorite place to put his head is on your head, chin to hair, purring softly as his loops wrap about your neck and shoulders like a really big scarf.
Hanzo and Sara & Smith:
Hanzo never really named his dragons, he didn’t feel it was his place to do so, but you sure as hell did. Hanzo half expected you to name them something silly like Ying and Yang, or Bonnie and Clyde, but he was surprised when you came up with “Sara” and “Smith”.
He’s a bit underwhelmed at his random and simple the names were, so much so that he doesn’t care?? And they don’t seem to mind the new titles either??? It’s sort of hard to tell, all three have a constant resting bitch face.
Sara and Smith tend not to venture to far from Hanzo, but when you are near they make the venture to travel over to you like aloof cats. They sit close and lounge about, acting as if they didn’t see you … but would definitely sometimes look over at you to make sure you were still there.
You’re favorite thing to do is to lay with them and test how close you can get. It takes a few weeks of trust building and patience, but eventually you get so close that you can pet them.
How would an oni hanzo react to falling in love with an angel reader, but the thing is she was extremely naive and trusting to the point where it's a flaw? NSFW if possible, but not necessary, thanks for your time!
Hanzo’s red silk hair tie is wrapped tightly around your eyes while another one tied over your mouth. Drool leaves your mouth and makes its way down your chin, and you whine when his forked tongue cleans up the mess. Red rope is wrapped around your body, encasing your once white wings in place. They’ve started to molt now, with every pang of pleasure he drives into you, you lose more and more feathers.
“Such a trusting fool,” he groans out, tilting your hips to fuck you even deeper. “Did you think you could change me?” You had been far too easy to trick. Just a few sweet words and promises and you were his. But for once he didn’t care about the hunt or the challenge. Your innocence had waived his patience, and for that, he knew you had to be punished. “Tell me, did your God make all his angels this naive or was it just you?”
His torment made you cry out in shame, but the darkness that was now beginning to settle inside you hushed the guilt that gnawed at your core. “You’re mine, you know,” he continued his taunts as your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, urging him further. “You belong to me.” The smooth voice of the demon had you on edge, calming the fear that you had in the beginning. “You will serve me for the rest of eternity.”
A muffled moan came from behind the rope at your mouth as he began to stroke at your clit, matching his own frantic pace as he neared his end. “Everything you’ve ever known will revolve around me.” You nod your head in agreement as he continuously slammed inside, his cock pressing hard against your womb. “I wish you could see how desperate you look now, so ready for my seed," he practically cooed. Though your eyes were shrouded behind the red cloth, you could feel your feathers gathered around your body.
However, he gave you no time to mourn your loss before circling your bud once more and sending you over the edge, just in time for him to slam once more against you. Your moans mixed with sobs as your toes curled in pleasure, not at all ashamed at how greedily your body accepted his dark seed. He stilled above you as he rutted once more, ensuring that nothing went to waste.
“Look at me,” the demon demanded, ripping off the cloth from your eyes. You adjusted quickly to the darkness of the room before settling on Hanzo's piercing white gaze. His hand moved to cup your face, the claw on his thumb easily cut through the rope on your mouth before tracing the outline of your lips. “I am your God now.”
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.
Assuming the OW men allow you outside, would they want you to carry around something that belonged to them (i.e Mccree's sarape or Hanzo's dragons)? Lol, can you imagine walking around Tokyo with two dragons following you around.
Oh definitely, you know those possessive sociopathic assholes don’t care how ridiculous you look, they want to make sure that everyone knows you belong to them.
Dark!Hanzo:
On the rare occasions that you’re allowed to leave the castle, yes, he most definitely will have you carry around those two dragons.
We’re not talking about cute little noodle dragons that you can pass off as toys or scarfs.
No, they’re both about the sizes of Great Danes just following you around, hissing at anyone who tries to come close.
If someone's gaze lingers a little too long you, they’re ready to pounce at a moments notice.
Also, anything and anyone that you interact with that isn’t them get reported back to Hanzo, so expect to be punished for smiling a little longer than you were supposed to at the cute cashier.
“Did you have a good time acting like a whore?” Hanzo says, rubbing the red welts on your ass, making you flinch as you lay across his lap. “Maybe next time you won’t be so eager to spread your legs for the common folk.”
Dark!McCree:
Jesse will leave you his sarape if he knows he’ll be gone longer than an hour, wanting to make sure that you won’t forget him anytime soon.
Hell, there’s even been some occasions when he’s left you his hat.
Yes, he expects you to wear it, it doesn’t matter to him how ridiculous you look, people have to know that you’re taken.
You hate the fact that he has his fellow Blackwatch friends keeping tabs on you, taking pictures of you walking through the halls throughout the day to make sure you’re wearing it.
So, don’t be surprised if you receive a surprise phone call from McCree if you happen to be caught not without the familiar cloth around your shoulders.
“Darlin,” Jesse drawled through the other side of the phone. You fought the temptation to roll your eyes, knowing that someone might send him a picture of that too. “It’s funny how you conveniently forget to do these small favors for me. Just like how I conveniently forget not to share those videos of you on your knees to the whole organization.”
Dark!Reaper:
Even though you’re never allowed to leave his room, he still likes to leave you behind wearing something of his from days past, a beanie.
Although you admit to yourself that is warm and soft, the fact that your captor purrs with happiness when seeing you wear it, makes you cringe.
While he’s gone, he demands constant updates from you, preferably pictures, with you wearing nothing but the hat.
You’ve quickly learned that it’s better to do as he says, whether he’s in the room or out on a mission.
But don’t worry, Reaper can’t wait to get home and surround you with more than just his hat.
“Here I am, having to leave again when you’ve been so good lately,” he says, watching as the beanie slowly begins to slip off your head with how hard the tendril of mist is pumping in and out of your cunt. Your half-lidded eyes can barely focus on him as he pulls the material down and over your eyes, completely blocking out the little light there was. “How about I leave you with something more to remember me by?”
I know that Hanzo really wants an heir for the clan, only reason he grabbed you. So what would happen if it was medically impossible for you to carry a child to term. Like, doing so would kill you, the child or both. Would he risk it anyway or just get rid of you?
Yooo, like angsty dark fluff, is my shit. Here’s a fic I didn’t mean to write, lol.Pairings: Dark!Hanzo x ReaderWarnings: Dubcon
Wordcount: 1,409
“You should be grateful,” Hanzo says, arms crossed as he leans against the bathroom door. He picks up the pregnancy test on the counter and smirks down at the two plus signs staring up at him, proving that you were indeed pregnant. “Many would kill for a chance to give birth to a dragon.”
“Yeah, well then why don’t you call them instead?” you spat, pushing past him to go back to your room. You were in no mood to speak to him, knowing that once those little pink lines began to appear your days were numbered. You wanted nothing more than to break down and cry, but you couldn’t waste any more time with tears; they no longer mattered.
Without even bothering to turn around, he reached out and captured your hand in his, tugging you back into the restroom. You defied him and tried to push away and that only earned you the loss of your other hand as he grabbed that as well. Hanzo’s grip remained strong while you tried to struggle out of his grasp and hurled every insult under the sun towards him.
Eventually, he began to walk forwards and even when the small of your back met the bathroom counter he continued onward; only stopping when he heard your tiny squeak of pain from the granite digging into your skin. He dropped the hold he had on your wrists and instead picked you up by the waist, effortlessly placing you onto the countertop.
You turned away from him as he pulled open your legs, stepping in between them, allowing him to lean closer, hands now on either side of you, effectively pinning you in place. “W-Why me?” you asked, the restraint you had on your emotions slowly slipping as his lips brushed against your neck. “I-It’s not f-fair.” He gave a small hum of acknowledgment while trailing small, slow kissing along your throat.
“Life isn’t fair,” he said. You instinctively close your eyes and let your head roll back to give him better access, and he quickly latches onto the skin over your pulse point. One of his hands wanders around to your front and tugs open your robe, exposing a bare breast to the cool air of the bathroom. “It’s just fairer than death…”
Your eyes snap open, and your hands move to push at his shoulders, but he barely budges. Instead, his kisses only become more forceful, and he makes his way up to your lips. “Stop it,” you whine against his mouth before he envelops you in a deep kiss. Your hands move underneath his kimono and begin scratching at the soft skin beneath your fingers.
You whine and mewl into his mouth as his teeth nibble on your lips, pulling and tugging at the sensitive skin. His tongue easily slips into your mouth amongst your whimpers, and he quickly dominates you from the inside as well. You’re dizzy by the time he pulls away, and you can feel the flush on your face slowly moving down to the rest of your body as he tugs off the rest of your robe; you unwrap your arms momentarily allowing you to shrug off the rest of the material.
He now pulled entirely away and began to untie his own clothes. “H-Hanzo,” you whimpered, already missing the heat of his body and tears start to brim once more. No amount of kisses or sweet words would be able to calm the fear in your heart. When he didn’t respond you called out for him again, this time more demanding.
“Patience, pet,” he said, pulling down his pants, freeing his erection. He steps back between your legs, stroking his cock as his arm pulls you even closer to the edge, allowing his cock rub against your bud. “I’ll give you what you want soon enough.”
“You’ve already given me a death sentence, what else could I possibly desire?” you said, scoffing at his arrogance. If your sudden outburst hadn’t just killed the mood then the sharp slap that echoed in the bathroom most certainly did.
“You should be grateful!” Hanzo yells, before angrily ramming his cock inside. Your cry catches in your throat at his sudden intrusion. The forced stretching of your walls caused a burning feeling that you felt in your fingertips, no matter how many time he did that you were never prepared. “When you die, be glad that you died for a worthy cause.”
His hands grabbed at your legs and wrapped them around his waist, allowing him to continuously slam himself inside you, hilting with every thrust. “Whore,” he continued, grabbing your arms mid-thrust to drape over his shoulders. “I’ve given you a better life here than you would have ever lived outside these walls.”
You want nothing more than to scratch and claw at him, to fight him with every fiber of your being, but you’re numb. Numb to the cruel words that he groans into your ear. Numb to the way your walls clench around his cock with every deep thrust. Yet, you somehow find the strength to hold onto him as he suddenly picks you up to slam you against the wall.
“This is all you were ever good for,” he says, resting his forehead against yours, the new position allowing him to push even further inside. “This is all anyone will ever remember you by.” Tears spill down your face, but you don’t try to stop them, preferring to let them fall so you can watch Hanzo try to kiss them away.
It’s not long before his thrusts turn shallow, signaling his end. Still, he continues throwing insults your way, while the grip that he has on you is gentle. “Hanzo,” you say again, barely above a whisper this time, and you’re not even sure he can hear you with how loud the sounds of him bucking into you echo throughout the room.
However, his lips quickly come back up to meet yours in response, and he groans loudly into your mouth while he reaches his peak. You close your eyes as Hanzo hilts himself one last time and pours more of himself inside your womb. Your legs squeeze his waist when you feel his seed begin to slip out.
Finally, he breaks the kiss, allowing you both to let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. He makes a move to pull you off him, but you quickly shake your head and tighten your hold around his neck. You didn’t want the warmth to leave you, not just yet, even if it did belong to Hanzo.
He moves his head to look at you, and you took the opportunity to bury your face into the crook of his neck. You don’t have to see him to know he’s smirking down at you. He likes it when you’re quiet after he cums. It’s how he’s trained you to be.
Hanzo begins to move, and you cling onto him like a child while he brings you into the shared bedroom. You continue to refuse to make eye contact with him, even when he lays the two of you down onto the soft mattress. Once he finally pulls his limp cock out of your sex, you dig your face into the soft pillow.
Lying beside you, he presses his naked body against your own. “Are you that frightened to die, pet?” he asks, slowly stroking his fingers through your hair. Usually, the sweet gesture would have you pulling away from him, but you no longer have the strength for that.
You want to roll your eyes or give a snarky comeback, but it wouldn’t matter. Your fate was sealed. “Yes,” you say, voice meek and quiet that you’re not even sure that he heard your response.
However, his hold on you tightens, signaling that he heard your answer. Hanzo’s lips briefly press against your forehead before he speaks, “You will have the best doctors in Japan at your disposal. I will not let death take you without a fight.”
You wish his words would reassure you, but you know the truth. It’s either you or the future heir to the Shimada clan. “Okay,” you respond, the only answer you can muster as your eyes begin to grow heavy with sleep.
Hanzo presses another kiss to your forehead as he watches you fall asleep in his arms, “Besides, one child from you could never be enough.”
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.”
So @strikecommandher recently posted a HC about Farmer!Jack as a dad, and it's been awhile since I've been wondering your HCs for the OW men as fathers. How would the Reader react to her growing kids? Would you give them unconditional love? Confess the reality of your situation with their father? Would the OW men even give you a chance? Or would you be content with them by then? And what about when the kids become teens? Would they find out by themselves and support you? (1/2)
First, let me thank you for being so patient with me while I got these out! I love your asks, and I’m sorry these took so long to answer. I wanted to do it for all the guys, but I hit a mini roadblock in my head.
But I hope you like what I have!
Dark!Doomfist
Akande is the type of father who loves to show off the accomplishments of all his children.
He’ll make sure to get his children involved in all types of advanced courses and sports.
Praises them every chance he gets.
They’ll never go without their father’s attention.
Of course, you’ll be the devoted stay-at-home wife raising the kids.
You would never think about telling them the monster that their father becomes when they go to bed.
You couldn’t imagine every breaking their hearts, plus you have a feeling the Akande would turn your children on you if you tried.
Dark!Gabriel
Coming from a big family himself, he expects you to give him the same.
You were against it at first, never wanting a child to begin with but you don’t have much say in the matter when you find out that you’re pregnant with twins.
They’re identical twins boys, who look like miniature versions of their father, with the same temperament as well.
However much you hate their father, you grow to love them, telling them every day and how you adore having them in your life.
Gabriel will berate you in front of them when they're younger, a broad smile on his face, so they never think anything is wrong. But once they begin to talk, he has to stop since they repeat everything he says.
He is very involved in their activities and schooling though, making sure that their homework is complete before sending them off to bed. He makes sure they’re fast asleep before he returns to the bedroom, so they don’t have to hear the muffled screams that ring out throughout the night.
Dark!Hanzo
He is very much the stern father that you believed he would be.
The children would never want for anything, but he does make them earn his respect.
Plus, as leader of the Shimada clan, it’s only reasonable that they idolize him.
When they’re younger, it’s easy for Hanzo to make the children favor him more than you.
He enjoys the way he can see your heartbreak every time they choose to hang out with him instead of you, their boring mother who never leaves the castle grounds.
Hanzo would never talk badly or strike you in front of them, but they can see from the way you react to their father that not everything is at it seems.
However, as they get older, they get curious and begin asking questions on why you’re never allowed to leave the estate without their father and how you got certain scars on your body.
Hanzo is quick to tell them how you lived a life of recklessness before they came into the world.
You can only smile sadly as you hold your youngest child in your lap, while their father tells them tales about how you loved to antagonize the dragons by continually disobeying them, and if they didn’t want to end up like you that they should listen to their elders.
Dark!McCree
As much as you despise the man, even you have to admit the fact that you couldn’t have asked for a better father for your children.
Jesse’s a great dad. The best kind of dad.
He’s the type of dad who loves spending time with his children and playing catch with them.
The fact that he’s dressed as a cowboy doesn’t even phase the kids. Instead, they beg for their own Stetson boots and hats.
Granted, they don’t have to beg too hard because Jesse is more than happy at the fact that they take after him, much to your dismay.
Jesse would give them the moon if they asked for it and he’d be willing to provide you with the same if only your eyes didn’t betray your hatred of him anytime the two of you were alone.
Still, he musters through it, preferring to teach you a lesson or two behind closed doors.
He still drinks his whiskey, and on his bad days, you send the children to their rooms so you can deal with daddy.
Oh, and he’d 100% have you call him daddy morning, noon, and night.
How does Hanzo, feel about his daughter? I know he's not pleased that he got a daughter instead of a son, but does he intend to sell her off to another clan when she's older? Does he keep her locked up like her mother? Is she like a low key Genji 2.0?
Okay, so there was another ask like this that was like, “ The daughter drabble is fucking with me, and I can't let it go. Would dark!Hanzo really marry her off to someone like himself?“ but I can’t find it, lol. So here’s some HCs.
First of all, Hanzo will say whatever’s necessary to force you to comply, even if that means using his daughter as leverage.
However, when he’s not berating/threatening you for giving birth to a daughter, he’s making sure that she’s 110% taken care of.
She will definitely be spoiled rotten, anything she wants she gets; so, of course, she does grow up into a little bratty Genji 2.0.
If you try to scold her for getting out of hand, Hanzo won’t hesitate to drag you into an empty room and punish you for her misgivings.
She’ll pretend she doesn’t know what’s happening, because as long as she gets what she wants, what does it matter?
However, the day will come when she finally becomes of age and Hanzo will have to marry her off to another clan.
For once, he doesn’t care what she has to say on the matter, ignoring her cries and pleads on how she doesn’t want to get married.
He knows that even though she’s a girl if she were to bear a son, he can possess the ability of the dragon, so Hanzo has to be meticulous in who he chooses.
That means he doesn’t care if her fiance is much older than her or not good looking.
For once, she’ll have to obey his word because it would hurt him more to kill her if she betrayed the clan.
