You sit at the dinner table with your parents and your
boyfriend, Jesse. He’s meeting them for the first time and you’re both a little
nervous. Jesse can come on a little strong at times and you just want your
parents to love him as much as you do. You’re eating the pasta that your mom
has cook but you think it’s missing something but the salt is across the table,
in between Jesse and your dad.
Taking a quick drink of water and setting the glass back on
the table, you speak up. “Can you pass the salt Daddy?”
“Sure thing, sugar,” both Jesse your father say, reaching
for the salt shaker. Their hands touch momentarily before your dad removes his
hand away violently. He looks mortified while Jesse looks rather amused.
“Well ain’t this something,” your boyfriend chuckles. He
reaches over and hands you the salt. You’re not even sure if you still want it.
Hanzo Shimada
Dinner with your parents and Hanzo is going great. You
decided to introduce him to them since you’re finally home after months out in
the field. Everything is going great and your father’s cooking tastes fantastic
as always. But you find it’s missing a bit of salt.
You set your fork to the side of your plate and ask, “Daddy?
Can you pass me the salt shaker?”
Your father and Hanzo’s hands touch as they both grab the
salt shaker. Hanzo immediately looks mortified while your dad chuckles at what
just happened.
“Don’t worry Hanzo,” your dad grabs the salt and hands it to
you. You’re too ashamed to look at him in the eyes. “The same happened to me
with y/n’s father.”
You’re not sure who feels more embarrassed, you or Hanzo. At
least your dad is amused by the situation.
Gabriel Reyes
You weren’t sure how dinner with your parents and Gabe was
going to go. Your boyfriend is a few years older than you and your parents want
nothing but the best for you. You’re quietly munching to your food as your
father and Gabe talk back and forth.
You momentarily interrupt their conversation, so you can add
some salt to your dinner. “Daddy, can you please pass me the salt?”
They both stop talking and reach for the salt shaker that’s
in between them. Gabe laughs at what has happened and you can’t tell if your
dad finds it just as hilarious or is angry. Either way, you can’t look at him.
“I don’t think the first introduction is going so great, Cariño,”
Gabe teases.
Only Gabriel could find the situation amusing and not at all
mortifying. Maybe a comet will strike your house and you won’t have to look
your parents in the eyes again.
Jack Morrison
You’re dating the famous Strike Commander; Jack Morrison and
your mother couldn’t be prouder. Your father on the hand needs some convincing.
When your mom found out she insisted you bring Jack to dinner to persuade your
dad’s mind. So far, it’s going great.
Now you’re all sitting at the table, quietly munching away
as the conversation has come to a loll. Breaking the silence, you ask, “Daddy,
can you please pass the salt?”
Both Jack and your father go to grab it but stop with their
arms awkwardly in the air as they realize what has happened. Jack quickly
retracts his hand and places it behind his head, looking extremely embraced and
your father just looks pissed.
Your dad grabs the salt, and slams it onto the table beside
you. “Now isn’t this an interesting first meeting.”
You grab the salt shaker and try to ignore your father for
the moment, hoping the ground would just swallow you whole.
A HC/Scenario for the Shimada!Dragons and their S/O since they’re on my mind: The dragons can turn into their human forms whenever they feel like it but they really, really prefer their dragon forms. There’s something that just doesn’t feel right about being in human form. They’re happiest and feel most at home as dragons. Being human is reserved for emergency situations only.
So emergency situation: S/O was trekking through the woods and got really hurt. Maybe she tripped and fell onto a sharp, jagged tree branch. Or maybe when she fell she cracked her head open. Either way, she needs emergency medical attention that only human hands can give her. So they change into their human forms and take care of her. Whenever the injury occurred S/O passed out. The dragon boys failed to tell their S/O that they even had human forms. Their human forms are so far from their minds most of the time that it was just something they never thought to inform her of.
None of the dragon boys want to change back until they know for certain that she’s going to be okay. With three pairs of human hands, someone will always be at the ready to help her. Cut to dragon!S/O waking up surrounded by three naked human men. She freaks out. Screaming, flailing. Calling for her dragon boyfriends. Where are they?! What did they do to them?! Did they hurt them?Are they okay? Why are they in their lair?! Where are they!? Where!
I want Sojiro to choke here. She has to calm down or she’s going to end up hurting herself. She’ll pop open the stitches and she’s already lost too much blood. She’s screaming so much and yelling so loud, he doesn’t want to raise his voice at her in order to get her to listen, that’s just not his style. Genji’s freezing up because he’s never seen her scared of them before. Not even when they first met her as dragons was she this terrified. Hanzo, however, is not above a little yelling. He gets right in her face and raises his voice louder than hers and demands, “be quiet! Listen! Listen!”
That’s just enough to jar her into silence for a moment and he says a little bit softer, “listen to my voice. Your dragons are right here.” Hanzo has a very distinct voice and Dragon!S/O has this giant light bulb moment, totally floored. Since when is this a thing?
I love how Hanzo is the one yelling at his s/o. “You’re being a fool, and I’m gonna tell you about it!!!” So cute.
You opened your mouth to receive Hanzo’s cock, but he tutted at you. He leaned forward, bent at the waist, so that his cock was out of reach. The shadows made his brown eyes look black. But they still shined ominously at you.
“You did not say it.”
He made you ask for it, and you loved that. You shifted in your seat again, more restlessly. Hanzo hadn’t even touched you properly yet, but you were already squirming for his dick. You already had that ache, wanting him to shove you to the floor and fuck you deep as he could until you screamed right here in the hall.
“Hanzo…”
You struggled to form a sentence, dumb from your need. Also, because you were hoping Hanzo would think for you.
“Yes?”
You saw the beginnings of a smirk at the side of his lips.
“I want it,” you said. “I want your dick.”
“Good girl.”
He smiled for real. This was the first thing you had done that pleased him. You had to see that smile again, as if your life depended on it.
“You have earned one lick.”
You whined. He was holding back on purpose. He gently applied the head of his cock to your lips, and you opened them. You licked the slippery and warm skin of the head. Hanzo smiled wider, some white teeth showing through.
“I have waited all day for this.”
“Then, Master, can I have it?” You swallowed, correcting yourself and being more specific. “Can I have your dick?”
Hanzo sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, considering your request. You hoped it tempted him greatly.
“No,” was the word that dashed your hopes. He took a step back, his face returning its previous stern self. “I changed my mind on the oral sex. Take off your pants and panties.”
There’s no way Hanzo would skip right to a dicking, but you tripped over yourself pulling your pants down. You threw your panties against the wall. They fell heavily from how wet they were. You turned around and stuck your ass in the air for him. If this wasn’t what he wanted you to do, you would hear about it. Your stomach was doing excited flips at potentially being punished again.
“Convenient. That is exactly how I want you.”
Not what you expected to hear, but maybe your previous thought was right. Your fingernails dug into the carpet as you teased yourself with imagining the head of Hanzo’s cock pressing against your cunt.
Hanzo startled you out of your dirty thoughts with a light tap to your behind.
“I want you to beg for me.” He next down on one knee to your immediate left, cock erect against his thigh. “Give me your best performance. If I deem it good enough, I will grant you what you desire.”
“And what do I want, Master?”
His hand left his erect cock to pull your hair back again.
“You’re my filthy pet. I know what you want,” he said. Then he leaned in so that his breath tickled your ear, making his voice the only sound you could focus on. “You want to skip the formality of a bed and have me fuck you right here.”
You groaned while he still held your hair, and your head, up. He straightened back up.
“I grow tired of waiting.”
Your master was impatient. You sighed, put out.
“Master,” you whined, “I want you to fuck me.”
Hanzo’s hand came down on your left cheek with the same force as the last slap he gave your face. You had earned that for holding back.
“Again!”
You frowned. You flexed your needy entrance and took a breath to say it louder.
“Master! Fuck me!”
Hanzo slapped your ass again, this time on the right cheek.
“Stop whining!”
“But Master,” you attempted with a more assertive voice.
Not enough.
“I suppose you do not want me tonight.”
Hanzo got to his feet, his dick bobbing with the movement. He walked down the hallway into the house proper.
“No, no, no, Master. Please.”
You weren’t above crawling after him at this point. You caught up to him and took hold of the hem of his pants.
In a blurr, Hanzo whipped you over onto your back. The impact knocked the thoughts from your mind, and you let them go. Hanzo got down on his knees.
He was unapologetically rough. He forced your legs open and back until you yelped in pain and then stopped. He fell onto his hands with his knees under your thighs, keeping you pinned down. You let your arms lay to your sides. All the blood rushed from your brain to your core. You lay helpless, ready to receive Hanzo’s dick.
“I will take pity on you,” he quietly seethed, “since you cannot seem to go without.”
“Yes, Master,” you confirmed obediently.
Hanzo’s fat, erect length lay between you, on top of your wet, needy core. Instead of inside of you. The top rested against your clit teasingly. You took a deep breath and willed yourself not to wiggle against him.
That got harder and harder to do because Hanzo lowered his lips to your. breast He sucked gently, savouring the softness of your dark skin, and still not fucking you, and the heartbeat between your legs pounded. You needed more.
He moved to the other nipple, grazing your hard peak over and still not fucking you. Your fingers shook.
I’mgoodI’mgoodI’mgoodI’mgoodI’mgood, you babbled to yourself inwardly.
He suddenly bit down, and you cried, “Master!”
“Beg for me, pathetic pet.”
“Yes, Master,” you sobbed.
You couldn’t believe your eyes when Hanzo lifted himself up just enough to penetrate your depths.
Hanzo pounded you into the floor. You let out every moan, scream, and sharp whine from jolts of pain, because if you didn’t, he would stop. He would leave. He’s done it before. You clenched on his cock as if to keep him there, and a gasp cut through the air, interrupted his steady stream of heavy breaths. Then his eyebrows came back together as he concentrated on his assault of your cunt.
“CUM!” Hanzo yelled, reaching back to smack your ass.
You let go of a yell that you hoped the neighbours heard. That your master could make you cum so hard and on command. Hanzo’s legs shook around you as your cunt milked cum from his cock.
You both panted together as he rested his cheek on your shoulder. You hesitated, but then hugged his head to you.
Then let go when he got off.
You uncurled onto the floor. Your limbs hit with heavy thuds, and the aches in your body made you groan. Hanzo knelt next to your limp body. He gathered you into his arms.
“You take the pain so well,” he said softly, “I am proud of you.” He tenderly kissed your forehead. “You were perfect.”
He got to his feet and walked down the hall to the bathroom to take care of you. Hanzo ran you a bath while you sat on the bathmat and kept a hand on his back for emotional support. He didn’t expect responsiveness from you besides the odd quiet question about what you wanted. How the temperature of the water was and which bath bomb you wanted.
You climbed into the tub and got acclimatized to the hot water. Hanzo turned to leave to get you a glass of water, but you stopped him with a hand on his arm. He let you weakly pull him into a hug. He rocked side-to-side with you until you felt secure enough to be left alone for a minute.
@overdrivels I didn’t find a submit button on your blog, so here this is. thanks so much for always bringing such great writing and so much positivity to my dash, happy holidays and here’s a cold stricken Hanzo for you
Hanzo likes winter, he hasn’t told you as much but you can assume by the
particularly good mood that strikes him as soon as the temperature starts to
drop. It’s probably that same good mood that lands him with a chill after he
gets caught underdressed during a snowfall.
By the time he gets home that night he’s freezing to the touch and the
dragons seem restless under his skin, bumping into physicality –and half the
living room– almost as soon as he closes the door behind him. You manage to
coax him into a warm shower, dragons and all, while you make tea; and he spends
that first night with the covers all the way up to his nose, watching you
shiver beside him in your sleep.
Morning brings the confirmation of a bad cold. His sinuses feel heavy,
blocked and aching and absolutely frustrating; a constant, annoying cough
shakes him ‘till he’s sore. So he spends most of the day inside, in a haze of
headache and exhaustion that does nothing but infuriate him.
You bring him chicken soup with ginger and, in his state, it’s natural
that he’s quiet and distant, even snappy. He’s also aware that while natural,
it isn’t fair. He just hates the vulnerability of sickness, the fact that his
body is so embarrassingly human, that he has let you see him like this; the
proud heir to the Shimada, trained to take on the burdens of the entire clan
over his shoulders, can’t even stand up without getting headrush.
Hanzo curses as he stumbles into his room, face burning and clothes soaked through with sweat. He should have known better than to accept anything from Hana, particularly her ‘special’ blend. He strips quickly, showers under the coldest spray he can possibly get. Hope that it will cause his raging hard on to shrivel up and for his body to stop raging like his blood is made of fire.
He’s in no luck though, as he continues to suffer even after he lies on the bed, damp and still horny as fuck. His damp skin is cooled by the water droplets that wet the bed but his cock is still at attention and his skin starts to bead afresh with sweat.The archer swears, flips over, buries his head into the pillow to try and distract himself.
Unfortunately it just causes that fire to rage harder when he gets a whiff of your scent on the sheets. His hips rut against the fabric unwittingly, even that short friction causes sparks to dance up and down his spine. He curses, bites down on the comforter and tries to meditate away the heat.
So deep in his mind is he that Hanzo never notices the door slide open. Never notices you slipping onto the bed with him. But he does notice when your hand slides over his back.
He swears, darts away from you despite his body aching to arch into your touch.
“Hanzo?” you ask in concern, hand left aloft as you track his jittery form as he scuttles over the side of the bed.
The man just grunts, hides his crotch as he kneels by the bed to peek over the edge like a petulant child. “Hana,” is all he has to say and you’re rolling your eyes.
What was it with this man and tea? This was how he got into trouble with Ana that last time. In any case, it’s too late to berate him about it, and you guess that it’s Hana’s special blend by the way he’s acting and by the flash of rock hard cock that you spotted as he moved.
You sigh and crawl over the bed, latching onto the scruff of his neck and dragging him onto the bed to kiss him senseless. Immediately his hands dart up to grip desperately at your shirt, clawing at the hem to try and rip it off you. Then, he gasps and pulls himself away, pupils blowing wide and narrowing as though he was trying to focus.
“N-no, please-!” he gasps and you stop, legs halfway through straddling him.
“You don’t want this?”
He blushes under you, hands moving to cover his mouth in embarrassment. “I…”
You shake your head and slip off to sit beside him. You explain to him that you want to help him, but not against his will.
Hanzo hesitates, looks into your eyes, then resolutely shakes his head. He won’t use you that way, he explains; he’ll work this out himself.
You sigh and shrug, moving off the bed. “I’ll be in my room if you decide otherwise.” And with that, you leave swiftly, the door sliding shut and locking behind you.
Not even moments later, Hanzo squeezes his eyes shut and rubs his palms against his lids. He’s regretting sending you away already; that kiss ignited every spark inside him and turned that heat into a roaring fire. He has to fuck something. Needs to touch something. Needs you to touch him until he cums and-
NO! He scowls at himself and takes deep breaths. No, he has to control himself. He can’t fall victim to this…cursed desire that’s ripping him inside out! He can’t give in. Needs to show you that he’s strong; that he won’t be defeated by something as insipid as Hana’s ‘special’ tea.
All the same, his body is protesting strongly, sending waves of desire that erode at his self control like waves at loose sand. The archer’s hand unconsciously drifts down his body, the mere touch causing him to arch up and moan out loud. That hand brushes past his nipples, pinches them, and Hanzo can only gasp and stutter out a curse as he tries to force his hand away. But it’s like he doesn’t have control over his body, doesn’t control his hand as it finds its way to his throbbing, leaking cock and takes hold of it.
Hanzo whimpers, his rutting into his own grip as he slaps a hand over his mouth. Tears bead at the corner of his eyes, body shaking. He can’t! He-He needs-
Hanzo gives in, finger landing on the comm system next to his bed and brings up your contact before he moans. “Please!” he whimpers your name pleadingly. “Please help me…” Tears of shame trickle down his cheeks and wet his beard. He can’t believe he’s so weak as to succumb to this. He’s not strong enough to resist-
“Hey,” your voice coos at him and he opens his damp eyes to see you leaning over him, body bare and eyes clear.
Hanzo was unaware, but what seemed like minutes for him ended up being the better part of an hour. You didn’t stray far from his room, wanting to be nearby if he ever needed help.
Now, you climb over his writhing body and lean into his desperately wandering hands. His muscled figure heaves and flexes under your hands as you plant them on his chest to balance yourself. The dragon dances on his skin, almost glowing an ethereal blue as you grasp his cock roughly to stroke it.
Hanzo roars as you make contact with his burning brand of a cock, hips arcing up into your grip and his hands forcing you down onto his belly so he can feel your wetness and your heat.
“Please! Oh please, oh kami,” he whispers, eyes locked onto yours as you lift yourself up and drop onto his cock in one smooth motion that makes him scream out loud in bliss. “Yesss! Oh yesss! Thank you, oh thank you thankyouthankyou-AAAHHH!” His voice breaks as you set a rough pace, his own hips struggling to keep up with you as you take his cock for your own.
Hanzo struggles under you, body twitching with a combination of an overload of stimulation and a lack of it. He gurgles praises and thanks, hands digging into your thighs to anchor himself as your tight pussy squeezes his cock for all its worth. The warm wetness of you turns his mind to mush and Hanzo can’t do anything but cry out your name like a desperate prayer.
The sound of your hips slapping against each other and his desperate moans fill the air, the filthiness and steaminess of it all driving his need and his desire to never before seen heights. He cries, tears tracking down his temples as he finally gives into the pleasure and arches his back into a perfect bow shape.
“I can’t-! I’m going t-” he doesn’t even finish pleading for your permission before he cums hard, body jacking up and arms snapping tight around you as he ruts up into you and slams you hard onto his hips. His teeth close onto the skin of your throat and his lips massage you shakily as he spurts deep into you.
You cum then, the begging and pleading and his needy state forcing you over the edge with him. Your arms, too, wrap around him, your own mouth latching onto his ear and making him moan from the pain.
Curled around each other, you and Hanzo pant loudly into each others skin, bodies trembling from the force of your orgasms. His body is still heated, skin still misted from perspiration and his cock still rock hard within you despite cumming mere moments earlier.
You pull away slowly, gently, moving your head back so you can look into his lust-filled eyes. He lets you and relaxes his grip, but his hips still rock gently against yours, moans filtering from his parted lips from that little bit of pleasure.
“M-more,” he whimpers, hands gradually becoming more frenzied in their exploration of your body. “Please! It’s still- I can still feel it,” his voice is cracked, slightly hoarse, his accent all the thicker.
Your body is sensitive from that one orgasm, still twitching, but you push the discomfort aside and nod. “Do it.”
He whimpers his thanks and rolls you over, his hips jumping into action immediately to start his rhythm anew, this time more powerful and needy than it was before.
You lie underneath him, your hands clutching at his back and raking stark red lines down his tanned back as you close your eyes in rapture.
You don’t think you’re going to be walking tomorrow.
Hanzo doesn’t require nor expects you to stay up waiting for him when he foresees being out well into the night, but you do. Could never quite sleep soundly these days without his strong, furnace hot body sleeping next to your own. Or his soft snoring. Or, for a man who at face value is rigid, doesn’t sleep that way. Hanzo sprawls out and almost never of his own volition. He toses in his sleep ‘til he’s taken up most of the tatami. So without him the void space feels much more… uncomfortable than it does when it’s taken up by him.
Besides, your mind won’t stop racing with worried, stomach-turning scenarios. Wondering if the fickle forest has swallowed him up, and perhaps he’ll never walk back through that door.
So you lay under a mountain of furs, watching the fire crackle and dance in the corner of the cottage (mind too occupied for productive things like reading or knitting). It’s a living space that’s not large. No walls between the kitchen, living room, or the bedroom. Allowing the fireplace to keep it warm enough to be comfortable. Even with the howling, raging frigid wind outside. So cold it feels like razors against bare skin.
Acutely keen to the sounds of the wolves, even over the wind, your ears prickle, tingle. Heart racing at the sound of several paws breaking leaves, sticks, and kicking up dirt as they approach the cottage. The pack is home! Surely that means their Master is too. Sitting up you eagerly watch the door. Gingerly it slides open. Icy, pin prickles of cold wind billow in for the moment that it takes Hanzo to enter, and the brief pause in which he had to scold a wolf for trying to follow him in. Effectively the jarring breeze clears your head and sends a violent shiver down your spine. You couldn’t imagine what it must be like to be out in that bitterness for twelve hours.
I feel like this was written so well and with so much love, that if the sex hadn’t been included at all, I would have enjoyed reading it just as much. Not to say that the sex wasn’t written well. Just, I wasn’t all “YEAH GIMME SMUT GIMME GIMME” just for the sake of it. I could picture their cute little cabin and their bed sounds really comfy and warm.
As the heir to his family’s
syndicate, Hanzo is expected to marry and have heirs of his own.
Despite his family’s pressure, he
never really found anyone he clicked with or could see bringing into his
family’s business. That is, until he
meets you.
You’re significantly younger than
him but it doesn’t bother either of you. He’s more than happy to be your sugar
daddy as you get started in life.
Money is never an issue. How
could it be, being one of the biggest crime families in the world?
Buys you clothes and shoes that
you wouldn’t even go into the store to try on, let alone imagine owning.
Pampers you with spa days. Either
for both of you, just you or you and your friends.
When you go out in public, loves
to see you in the outfits he bought you but when you’re at home or in private
he’s more than happy if you’re dressed down (or not dressed at all).
Pays for your bills since he
wants you to live comfortably.
Also pays for your education
because a. there’s nothing sexier than an intelligent/well educated partner b.
it looks good for his family.
Loves to take you on dates and
show you off
Also loves it when he can bring
you to business meetings at fancy
restaurants and have you sit on his lap
He is also super protective of
you and will always be there if needed.
a/n: rip this ask killed me. hope that you like it anon!
Despite his fear that he would be a terrible father, he is quickly proved wrong by himself that he is indeed a great father.
Is often found reading stories to your child while they are in their crib.
Is the first to jump out of bed to check on the newborn when the fussing stars, stating that this is the least he can do since you carried his child you deserve to relax.
Hanzo shows so much emotion around your child, whenever your child holds one of his much larger fingers in his hands he just breaks down crying.
Something so small, so fragile was born from the two of you. Your baby, his child has him wrapped around their tiny little fingers.
Makes funny sounds and faces when he feeds the baby, always earning excited yells and claps from them.
Loves it when his child falls asleep in his arms, it makes Hanzo so, so happy. So happy that his child does not fear him even as a babe, they are able to drop their guard around him and just sleep.
I WROTE 14 PAGES OF THIS BULLSHIT AND IT’S ALL BASICALLY SETUP!!!! No sex, no full kisses, just some light tension that will hopefully make you say, ‘Just bone down already!’
Fuck me. Sorry, y’all. 6,500 words of Hanzo reader-insert. I hope you enjoy! Break in the middle cause it’s long AF.
“This place is packed,” you muttered to yourself, squinting at the beautiful restaurant around you, “but I had no idea there were going to be this many people here.”
“Oh stop being a baby,” your friend Lori snapped, rolling her eyes at you and shoving you toward the party. You glared back at her.
“What, I’m not allowed to be surprised,” you grumped.
“You were complaining,” Lori said, letting out a dramatic sigh, “as usual. Being a crabby bitch because you’d rather be hiding at home than out at an amazing party. As usual.”
a/n: here you go, sweetie, hope that what i wrote for your request is a-okay!
It was startling to see your name written on the wrist of Hanzo Shimada, you became silent, causing the Japanese man to stare at you trying to figure out what was wrong with you. He called your name, not your real name but your code name and it made you jump in response to the sound of his voice.
God, you wanted to hear him say your name. You’re real name, not your code name, but the one written on his wrist in such elegant print that it didn’t seem to suit you whatsoever.
You apologized and escaped from Hanzo’s line of sight to look at your own soulmate mark, written in characters that you didn’t understand. So this is your soulmate.
It was in the heat of the moment, you were simply going off of pure adrenalin at the thought of telling Hanzo your name after returning to the base. Jogging behind the Japanese man to yank on the back of his clothes you yelled your name when he turned around.
Hanzo was shocked, unable to hide it and he was even more shocked when you showed him his name on your wrist. Running his fingers over the raised characters, a peaceful smile on his face.
“I am happy to have finally found you.” his words are sincere, you could feel no lies in his words. Just pure and sincere happiness to finally meet you.
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