Protective Snakes (Hanzo x Pregnant! Reader)

Protective Snakes (Hanzo x Pregnant! Reader)

Waiting was the worst, especially with the condition you were in; pregnant. You were about five months along, your middle having grown out and were now starting to feel the kicks of the life you were staring with Hanzo.  Even though the archer was stoic and rather unemotional to anyone else, you knew he had a gentle heart in there and you managed to find it. The man had pierced your heart long before you got his after working with him getting to know him, and even saving each other a few times since the Recall was out into affect. With each other’s hearts, you managed to convince him to start a family, hoping this would help him forgive himself and give him the life he deserved with lots of love. Now only if your own heart wasn’t aching at the moment as he was out a mission, worrying that he would make it back save to you, to your child. Knowing he would be back sometime today, you were waiting in the main lounge of the reused headquarters, cozy on the couch as you pined for your love to come home safely.  Unknown to you though, the father of your child was looking for you, having looked in your shared room and else where, his feet silent as he soon spotted his love. With slow, quiet steps, he walked over to surprise you of his arrival.

“You seem to be doing well,” Hanzo mumbled,  the archer placing his hand on your shoulder.

“I wasn’t until you showed up,” surprised, you looked behind your shoulder to see that face you missed so much, “How are you?”

“I could say the same,” he pressed your forehead against yours, the closest he got to public displays of affection usually but since the beginning of your pregnancy, he had been doing a bit more but only when he was sure you two were alone. This was the case at the moment as he moved around the couch, taking a seat as he placed a hand on your bulge and rubbing it gently.

“Ha-anzo, what are yo-ou doing?” you asked him, a little embarrassed as your cheeks flustered deep red at the potential of someone seeing you two.

“I would like to say hello to our child,” Hanzo mumbled as he was going to lean in to kiss your belly but noticed a familiar blue glow coming from his arm. His two spirit dragons, currently in noodle form had manifested, curling up around your middle and starting to nip at Hanzo, who had currently jerked away. “What the-”

“I’m sorry, they seem to be protective of me,” you chuckled, the two protecting you like crazy since you first told Hanzo you were pregnant, “Much like their master.”

“They should learn to respect him as well,” Hanzo grumbled as he shot the two dragons a dirty look but he couldn’t be that mad. He was actually rather proud of them as he sat back in his seat, sighing to himself. “Yet Soba and Udon tend to follow their own path.”

The noodle dragons were curled up around your belly, rather warm and light and were occasionally moved out of place by a well placed kick from the fetus. Hanzo tried a few more time to touch his child for father-child bonding but the spirits were as protective as ever and the archer gave up after a while. At least he had you, wrapping his hand around yours and rubbing your fingers gently while your other was petting one of the noodles, Soba, you think.

With the jungle of spurs starting to get louder and louder, Hanzo let of your hand, much to your dismay, and crossed his arms as Jesse walked in, looking over your way with a smile on his face. “Well howdy, dar- oh, I see yer back,” his smile turned into a frown, noticing your man right there as he shrugged but walked closer.

“You’re surprised?” Hanzo asked him, rather defensive of you from him and from the look on the dragons’ faces, they would be too.

“I’ve ben hopin’ to visit yer lil’ varmint,” Jesse mumbled, trying to have a little fun with the idea of being an uncle, “An uncle’s gotta say howdy.”

“Only if it’s okay with you,” you sighed, knowing Jesse was a decent friend but Hanzo was your love and with the two not liking each other, tolerance was all up to Hanzo.

Hanzo paused for a moment, thinking as he looked at you, Jesse, and then at the dragons. A small smirk soon started to grow on his face as he actually nodded in agreement. “By all means.”

Jesse smirked as he was gonna be the best uncle before the kid was born, hoping to get a kick to them.

“Don’t mind if I- OWW!” Jesse had tried to move close but he didn’t even lay a hand on you as Soba nipped at his finger. Udon proceeded to hiss at Jesse, biting his other hand. It was only when Jesse got up and shook the pair off that the dragons let go, hissing and growling at they returned to their previous spots on and around their master’s child.

“Why I outta- control yer snakes!” Jesse grumbled as he rubbed his fingers, looking at the little bite marks on his hands and fingers. The glare he shot Hanzo could’ve probably killed him but he was relaxed the entire time.

“They do this by their own accord,” he stated, cool, calm, and collective on the outside but the light upward curve of the corners of his mouth stated he was proud of his spirit dragons, “You just have to respect them.”

“Maybe I’ll visit when the kid is born,” Jesse sighed, knowing he would have another option later when those serpents where under control or exterminated but much later than he wanted. With mumbled and grumbled under his breath, he left the room to have the bites checked by Angela and he wouldn’t die by such rascals.

You sighed, looking at all of them before you pinched your brow out of disgrace. “You’re too protective, all of you.”

The dragons whined, thinking they were doing the right thing as they tried to lick your hands and face to make it up to you. Meanwhile their master furrowed his brow, not liking to be chided like this but he nodded. “… but in a good way?”

“Of course,” you replied, knowing you couldn’t be mad your child’s father, kissing his cheek in return before asking one more thing out of all of them, “… but maybe back down a bit?”

Hanzo looked at the noodles, almost as if understanding each other in the silence as Hanzo replied for all of them with a cocky smile on his face.

“We can make no promises.”

~The next morning~

Jesse was not going to die, according to Angela, but he thought he would as he had gotten up in the morning, bites all wrapped and grouchy over it. “Might need a second opinion ‘bout these bites,” he mumbled as he was currently getting dressed, “Don’t want no rabies.”

When Jesse was finally getting his boots on, he had too much on his mind to notice his boot seemed a little too heavy and it was too late as he noticed a sharp pain to his toe. “DA-AMN!”

“What was that?” you hummed, hearing a loud and a bit of an effeminate scream echoing down the hall as Hanzo and you were currently eating breakfast with the rest of the Overwatch agents.  

“Seems he woke up to a surprise,” Hanzo mused, sipping at his tea nonchalantly, “Not of my doing, of course.”

His choice of words made you curious, then angry as you furrowed your brow at him. “What did you do?”

Hanzo only took another sip of tea while a small, wiggly blue glow crawling up his sleeve, retreating to it’s home before the archer answered you.

“In his wording, you could say he found a snake in his boot.”

She literally has NO idea about them. None. Not one clue what they’ve been through. How dare she speak to him like that when SHE was the one who could stop him. When SHE was the sober one who could turn him down, who could actually be a better person for once, who could notice the heartbroken, drunken man wasn’t in the right place. Robert did wrong, Rebecca did worse. She has no right to act all high and mighty now. None. She is not the victim. I don’t care if she’s pregnant, she’s a snake. A spoilt little girl who didn’t get her way before and is still acting out. One day she is going to fall, and I can’t wait to watch it.

Christmas Miracle

Pairing: Neymar Jr x Reader

Synopsis: You decide to gift Neymar with the best Christmas present he could ever wish for.

P.O.V: Second-Person

Genre: Romance/Fluff

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,832

Warnings: Smut(?) (not too described)

A/N: Merry Christmas to you all and Happy Holidays! 🎅🏼🎄🎁 xoxo — jas



     The sunlight filtered through the small gaps of the half-drawn curtains, glaring down at the two slumbering figures in the bed. Strewn articles of rumpled clothing wreathed the carpeted flooring of the master bedroom. A bottle of expensive red wine sits at the foot of the bed, the cork misplaced as small droplets of the rich fermented drink drip down; staining the soft white carpet in the process.

You shifted in bed, a whimper slipping past your plump lips as you nestled your face into your fluffed pillow; shielding your closed eyelids from the vengeful glare of the early-morning sunlight. There is a dull throbbing in your head, forcing you to peel open your drooping eyelids and wince from the blinding sunlight in your eyes. 

Feliz Natal meu amor,” a familiar thick Brazilian accent murmurs from behind you, a warm arm wrapping around your slim waist and tugging you flush against his taut chest. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, stubble tickling your sensitive skin as he peppered sweet kisses down the slender slope of your neck. “Did you sleep well last night?”

Your lips twitched into a teasing grin. “I think you know the answer to that question, senhor.” You slid your hand around the base of his neck, dipping his head down to yours, as you press a sweet, loving kiss to his soft lips.

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anonymous asked:

My partner gave me their getting pregnant kink and now snakes are physically manifesting in my house

these confessions just keep getting wilder and wilder

anonymous asked:

Why is everyone so concerned with if snake is pregnant or not?? Literally everything she does is too toxic to support a child. Bleach and Botox are two things that are extremely toxic for carrying a child and she does both. She seems more obsessed with looks more than being a mother... or a decent wife.


anonymous asked:

drabble #3 with michael please? :))

“Hey babe!” Michael called out as the door to your apartment opened. 

You braced yourself as you heard him scuffling around the front entrance, no doubt removing his boots and his jacket. His footsteps neared and finally he was there, leaning against the doorway of the kitchen and staring at you with a smirk on his face.

“Hi,” you murmured, shooting him a small smile over your shoulder before looking back down at the cupcakes that you were currently icing. There was a plain white apron adorning the front of your body, decorated with little smudges of pink frosting and spots of chocolate cake batter.

“How was your day?” Michael mumbled, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. With a low sigh he bent his head, leaning his forehead against the nape of your neck and pressing a soft, slow kiss to your skin, prompting a shiver to run down your spine. You didn’t know whether the chill was a result of the contact or of the nervous anticipation plaguing your mind.

“Pretty uneventful,” you replied, squeezing the frosting bag and watching as the pink substance oozed onto the cupcakes resting in their individual tin slots, “I decided to make cupcakes. I’ve got a bun in the oven as well.”

“Fuck, really?” Michael pulled back and you set the frosting tube down, turning towards him. He bent down, trying to peer past your legs and catch a glimpse of the bun that was supposed to be in the oven below the stove. 

You shook your head, hesitating before telling him, “No you’re…not supposed to eat it…”

Michael looked up at you with a confused expression, finally noticing that the oven was dark and unused. You bit your bottom lip, your left hand coming up to push a wisp of hair behind your ear before it slid down your body, resting on your stomach, “You see…it’s a different kind of bun.”

Your husband’s green irises followed your hand’s movements. He let the words sink in before his face whipped up, his eyes lighting up as he realized the message you were trying to convey.

“You’re pregnant,” he said, the words more of a statement than a question. You gave him a tiny, helpless smile and shrugged your shoulders. Michael pushed himself up off of the floor and stood in front of you, his hands finding your waist and bringing you in for a long, loving kiss.

You smiled against his lips, something he eagerly returned before pulling back, “Oh my God. You’re pregnant.”

His hands snaked around to your back, fumbling with the tie of your apron before pulling on the string and letting it loosen. You pulled it over your neck and let the fabric fall to the ground carelessly. Michael sunk down to his knees, his hands finding the hem of your shirt and pushing the material up quickly.

His eyes widened when he perceived your baby bump, the protrusion slight and still not so noticeable. He stared up at you in awe, looking like a child on Christmas morning. You giggled as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your bare abdomen.

“Hi bun,” he whispered, “I’m your daddy. And I love you already, just like I love your mummy. I can’t wait to meet you.”

He smiled up at you before directing his gaze back to your baby bump.

“I love you bun,” he murmured, kissing your stomach again, “I love you so, so much.”