“Y-you’re not getting rid of me, are you? Mistress?” with puppy!cree?

Some soft younger McCree for you, Anon! Maybe, newly recruited Blackwatch McCree? Just started to be trained? With a black collar and a cute deadeye-patterned handkerchief around his neck to match.

It was strange when your puppy, Jesse, wouldn’t get up from his spot on the carpet. He said, “Yes, Ma’am,” when you addressed him, but he didn’t move.

Last night was Halloween. He spent all evening all bristly at the crowds of strangers walking by the house. He growled and chuffed until you shushed him. He wore himself out, so you left him to sleep where he lay. Jesse was snoring softly. It was cute; you couldn’t bear to interrupt it.

You knelt down next to him in the morning.

“Hey, hey,” you said quietly. You rubbed your hand down his back and tugged gently on his ears. “Something wrong?”

“M-mistress.”

“Hm?” you asked with eyebrows raised.

He shifted to the side. Under him was a roundish, wet spot in the carpet.

You whispered, “Oh.”

Then you remembered. There were some fireworks after you went to bed. After you left him to sleep. He must have been startled and peed himself.

“Y-you’re not gonna get rid of me, are you? M-mistress?”

His tail wagged a few times, weakly. You brushed his brown, messy hair from his forehead. You would groom him later. But for now, you kissed his cheek.

“That’s an accident, right?”

He nodded.

“Then let’s clean this up together. It happens. Okay?”

He nodded and got up to help you.

“You call this clean?!” With dirty boi junkrat lol

I used female pronouns for this. Lemme know if that’s not what you wanted! I’ll write something else.

“You call this clean?!”

“Well, yeah,” Jamie muttered.

But he wouldn’t look you in the eye for more than a second. You put your dirty fingertips as evidence right in front of his eyes. He looked away. Jamie started to babble about not understanding. He’d always lived in a place with a little dirt. It didn’t bother his immune system. It was strong! That’s how he lived this long, ya know.

“Jamie,” you tried to interrupt. “/Jamie/.”

He wasn’t listening.

“Fine. I’ll do it myself.”

That drove home that he did wrong. He clung to your leg as you tried to walk away.

“No! I’ll do it again!” he promised. “It’ll be clean this time! Real clean!”

Jamie was heavier than he looked, so you didn’t get further than a couple short steps.

“Jamie,” you said, looking down at him. “You defied me.”

“No,” he said, pressing hurried kisses on the patch of your leg that he can reach.

“You did. And that means you get a punishment.”

He started to tremble.

“Don’t be dramatic. It’s only gonna be lines.”

You stood watch over him while he redid his chores and then scrawled, “When my mistress says clean, she means it,” all over the punishment blackboard.

I would like to request hanzo x pregnant reader. Just all that cute fluff 💛 please and thank you !

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I’m super sorry if it’s not very good and that it’s so short, it’s the first thing I’ve been able to write in awhile but I certainly hope you like it. -Knight

Hanzo Shimada

“You are a goddess.” Hanzo’s voice
filtered into the bathroom through the open door. You stood in front of the
mirror in a bathrobe with a toothbrush in hand looking confused. You felt less
like a goddess and more like a whale. Your extended belly keeping you from
reaching the counter with ease but at the same time it was this belly, this
sweet being inside of you, that brought both you and Hanzo the most joy. Your
child.

“How on earth can you say that
right now? I look like an over-inflated balloon!” You said waving your
toothbrush in his direction. Hanzo slid off your shared bed making his way into
the bathroom, his arms slipping themselves around you, his hands coming to rest
on your stomach.

“Nonsense.” Hanzo whispered tilting your
chin up with his hand and pressing a sweet kiss to your throat. “You’re
gorgeous.” You could see the serene look on Hanzo’s face as he held you in his
arms He looked happy and at peace being there with you. Even if you thought
your reflection told you otherwise, you’d never felt more beautiful than in
this moment. It was then that you felt the baby kick. Hanzo’s reflection in the
mirror showed he must’ve felt it too. He was overjoyed. “Looks like someone
agrees with me.” He said with a goofy smile.

“Seems like it.” A smile gracing
your lips.

Part of the Family: Sojiro x Fem!Reader.

1800areyouslapping:

A commission done for the lovely Gal Pals anon ❤ You’re the best friend of the youngest Shimada. She wanted sister!reader so I gave what’s normally a reader a name, just for this fic, Chiyo. One night you run into her father, Sojiro. And then keep running into him. Curious. You’re starting to think he may like you. Almost 6k.

Warnings: Mild sexual content, mild gore, and mild violence.

Very few people can say they’re friends with a Shimada. In fact, very few would even be able to boast about being general acquaintances with one. Though, not everyone wants to be associated with the name. Nor seek out friendship with a Shimada. Some even vehemently hate the name and would never want to be associated with it, or would rather like to destroy it.

They’re unapproachable. They’re trouble. They’re dangerous. They’re drama. Have you heard the rumors? Have you seen the news? Yes, you have. On both fronts. And you couldn’t agree more with the public opinion. You by no means have rose-tinted glasses on. You know exactly what you’re walking into every time you pull up to the gate and wait patiently to be cleared for your entry.

The snipers are aware of your presence. They see you from their perches, and you know this. It’s the same drill every time. Approach. Stand. Wait. It’s not as if they haven’t seen your face plenty of times before, but you’re still not allowed in unless Chiyo comes to the front gate to personally approve your entry onto the estate.

It used to offend you, it still truthfully does. You’ve never come here harboring any ill-will or any intentions to spy. You’ve only ever come here to be with your best friend. But like always you swallow your pride. You’re mature enough to understand that it’s nothing personal. They can never be too careful.

You look down at your phone. You texted her, oh, ten minutes ago? “What is keeping that girl?” you wonder out loud.

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The Misunderstanding

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You rolled your eyes, got off the recliner, and left the living room. Hanzo was watching his Japanese TV shows again. Another stupid game show with unnecessarily goofy activities for the contestants. You got tired of how he kept uttering, “Fools,” at the screen but never changing the channel. Despite disliking the show, he was engrossed. It reminded him of home, so you let it be.

Your phone announcing a message broke him out of his daze. He bent over to reach for it and call you over to come get it. The screen lit up with a message, and he accidentally read it.

“It came back positive,” it said. From Angela, the doctor. She was the best, and Hanzo insisted you see her only. The message must be concerning a test, but you never mentioned going in for a test during your last checkup.

You walked back into the room, laughing off your forgetfulness, and picking up your phone. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and then left. Hanzo’s solemn gaze followed you out of the room.

He wasn’t sure how to deal with this. The rest of his shows passed in a blur while he considered what test could have been positive. He was convinced it was bad or else you would have told him immediately. You didn’t. Hanzo held you tighter that night while you slept. He kissed the back of your neck every so often, having trouble drifting off himself.

The next week was slow, agonizing torture for him. You didn’t broach the subject, you just complained that you were so tired. When you weren’t looking, he googled ‘fatigue’ as a symptom to try to determine what disease it belonged to. Hanzo retreated into his own head, trying to figure this out instead of just asking you what was wrong. Anything that interrupted his search, irritated him. He didn’t realize you would notice the change.

Hanzo was holding you tightly from behind when you asked him if anything was up.

“I have to ask one thing first,” he replied. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

His question had you thinking. You do omit a few unimportant facts here and there when it might lead to an argument. Hanzo had more than a few sore topics. But you didn’t omit anything lately as far as you know.

“That you’re sick,” he said in a dead-serious tone.

“I’m not sick! What makes you think that?”

You wiggled to loosen his hold and then rolled over to face him. You saw Hanzo’s features outlined in pale-blue moonlight filtered dimly through the blinds.

He sighed. “I may have seen a message from Dr. Ziegler by accident. It said a test was positive.”

“Well, I know you didn’t look on purpose,” you told him, assuaging the guilt you knew he was feeling. “But!” You poked his cheek with a finger and smiled. “The test was not for something bad. It was a pregnancy test.”

Shock spread across his face. The truth was, you could have told Hanzo sooner, but you were nervous about his reaction. It might be another sore spot you didn’t know about. Instead of panicking, he relaxed against his pillow as the shock faded into a relieved smile.

“That is the best news that I could ever hear.”

Hanzo looked like he might cry as you shared a quick kiss and entangled yourselves back into a tight hold. You got a resurgence of energy to discuss potential baby names, how you were going to make the apartment ready, and what the baby might look like.

“How was your day, Mistress?” with Genji and a s/o who is really stressed and only wants to be eaten out? Love your writing, I hope you are having a great day!

Thank you, Ma’am! It feels like forever since I wrote smut! So I ended up writing more than the other requests are getting. I needed this. :X

You walked in and then slammed the door. It was by accident. Your irritation had just slipped out, so it irritated you further. You groaned loudly at the door in disgust.

Genji heard your sigh and came to greet you.

“How was your day, Mistress?”

You let it all spill out.

“Terrible! My coworkers were extra idiots. The customers were somehow worse than usual. The boss skipped out early and left us with the angry customers.” You paused to give him big, appreciative eyes. “It’s worth it to come home to you, My Pet.”

“What can I do for you to make it better?”

Better words were never spoken. You stretched your arms out to make grabby hands.

“Carry me to bed.”

Genji knelt down to pull off your shoes for you.

“You’re the best,” you gushed quietly.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he stood up with you clinging to him. You rested your cheek on his shoulder.

“I feel better already, just being held by you,” you told him. You lifted your head to regard him. “Give me oral. I want some, but I don’t wanna do any work.”

Genji made it to your bedroom and knelt down again to deposit you gently on the bed. You pulled him in for a brief kiss in appreciation before lying back. He pulled your clothes off your lower body while you tossed your shirt and bra over to the floor to deal with later.

“You’re being so good,” you said. “And quiet. Everything okay?”

“This isn’t exactly a chore to me,” he replied, resting his cheek on your inner thigh.

“Good point. You do love this. Still, you deserve a reward. If you want, you can fuck me after I cum.”

“Yes, please,” he purred, kissing your nub.

He gave it a few more hard kisses. He tilted his head and sucked on your clit. You lounged back, arms spread lazily. Genji sucked and licked gently, lovingly. It was relaxing. Once you decided you needed more, you ordered, “Down.”

You trained him to move to your slit for “down” and back to your clit for “up”.

He took a momentary, hazy glance at your face before pulling your thighs closed around his head. You squeezed once, because he loved it. Your legs relaxed back open to allow him to get to work, applying his open mouth to the sensitive, slick flesh there and sucking hard.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, your hips arching off the bed.

“Hold me down,” you ordered.

Without stopping, he wrapped his arms around your upper thighs from below and held tight. His grip was loose enough to avoid discomfort, but he was stronger than you would ever be. You were able to grind on his face, however, so you grabbed an antenna to press harder. Genji moaned as you rode his face to completion. He stuck his tongue inside you as you came.

“That was good,” you sighed. You patted his helmet. “Good pet.”

Genji hummed a laugh at your teasing. He sat up on his knees.

“Mistress, may I?”

“Of course, Pet. You earned it,” you said, spreading your legs for him.

oh dude, you deserve more than three requests!!! How about “I’m sorry, Master / Mistress. I shouldn’t have laughed” with Hanzo and a fem reader? Alternatively, the cage quote with fem reader and Rein? Writer’s choice :P ~tmh

I went with Reinhardt because I thought the poor dude would have trouble living in a normal-sized dwelling without breaking a few things and getting himself in trouble. XD

True, Reinhardt cleaned up the splinters when he broke the chair. But this was the third chair. He did replace all the teacups he shattered. And the plates. Heck, it was hilarious when he broke the bed that one night a month ago. But you decided enough was enough.

“Mistress.”

Reinhardt bowed down to place the plate of hearty breakfast he had cooked in front of you. A plate of sausages, eggs, toast, and crispy hashbrowns. Half the size of the breakfast he made for himself. But Reinhardt put the plate down with a hard /plunk/. You raised your eyebrows in warning.

“Sorry,” he whispered loudly.

“It’s okay. Let’s not spoil this delicious food you made,” you said. You eyed him sternly. “But one wrong move and it’s back in the cage. Am I making myself clear?”

Breakfast went smoothly after that. Reinhardt got you to laugh at one of his stories yet again. He told them so well! Until he slammed his orange juice glass a little too hard down on the table. It didn’t shatter, but it did crack. He tried to shrink down, which was comical for a man his size. You almost guffawed instead of following through on his punishment.

“Sweetheardt,” you said, putting a smaller hand on top of his large one. “I know you’re trying. I can see that. But you have to go back in the cage. I’ll let you out to do laundry later.”

Reinhardt was the most obedient boy. He didn’t hesitate to leave the table and go to the living to his cage. It had been expensive, a huge dog kennel designed for use outside. He went inside the cage and closed the door behind himself. He sat, where he would look sorry for himself for a few hours.

Being inside the cage didn’t bother him, it was that you required silence while he was in there. It was hard to see him like that, but it was nice to get some quiet.

The Cookie

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Overwatch was short on recruits capable enough of going out in the field, so you couldn’t turn down the packed schedule that you currently had. You just came back from your sixth mission of the week. Besides sleep, and texting your boyfriend, Genji, that you were back, there was one thing you were looking most forward to. A giant, chocolate chip cookie. With the biggest chunks of chocolate you’d ever seen. This brand of cookie was still going to be soft by the time you got to it. Just thinking about that round slice of heaven got you through this last mission. You headed to your locker where it was safely hidden.

No, no, no! It wasn’t where you left it. You frantically pawed through your extra set of clothing and gear. Nope. It was gone. You took half a step back to stare in disbelief at your locker.

A pair of hands grabbed your waist, making you yelp in surprise.

“Babe!”

Normally, Genji’s voice welcoming you home to the watchpoint warmed your heart. Not this time. You jumped like his hands shocked you. You whipped around.

“I told you not to sneak up on me like that!”

The way Genji smiled told you that you weren’t getting through to him. He playfulness was innate.

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” he asked playfully.

That made you feel bad.

“I am. I just was looking for that cookie I told you about. I can’t find it.”

Genji’s silence was suspicious. You narrowed your eyes at him. His smile faltered, and that confirmed everything.

“Well, see. I thought you were going to be back tomorrow. I was going to replace it then.”

Tomorrow?!

You took a breath to yell, but it came out as a sob. It was too much. You were betrayed by your love.

It opened the floodgates. You continued to cry, letting out all the missed hours of sleep, the days you went without a single shower, and the times an innocent bystander died despite your best efforts. A hug from your boyfriend would have gone a long way to help on those days.

You were having a meltdown over a cookie. Genji suspected it was more than that. So even though you looked like a crazy woman, he loved you. He was naturally drawn closer to comfort you. If Genji could survive his own death, he could survive your meltdown.

He took both your hands and brought them up to give them each a kiss. He apologized. You continued to sob, but for a different reason. Genji was being just as sweet as you needed. You pulled on his hands and made him put his arms around your body, arms and all. You leaned your full body into him. His cybernetic parts used to bother you. Now you loved it because it was him.

“I did not know it meant that much to you,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “I will get you two cookies.”

You looked up at him to say something, and you shared a quick kiss.

“And some cuddles?” you asked weakly, pouting.

“Two cookies and a massage.”

“You’re the best,” you said, leaning back against him. You remained this way, letting his embrace warm your heart. Then you sighed. “You don’t have time for it right now, do you?”

“Yes,” he sighed. He paused and then said, “You know what I love about you? You keep trying, even when it’s hard. We are alike in that way.”

Genji walked with you back to your bed and left on his own mission.

Could I please get some headcanons for how hybrid kitty!Genji would tell his owner he’s in love with her?

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Very lowkey angst but I bet he was just blunt one day and said “I love you” but you took it like.. the familial I love you??? So you were just like “aww I love you too, sweet kitty.” and Genji was just… disappoint. Ears flat against head kind of sad. :c

So he starts saying it more but then it becomes a casual thing, which is the OPPOSITE of what Genji wants.

So he starts being far more affectionate than normal if that’s possible.

He’ll take you out on dates and make plenty of mentions that it is in fact a date. (But you’re just like awww yeh a cute little date between a girl and her cat! how cute!!) ((basically friend-zoned but like… the hybrid pet way))

So okay he starts giving you gifts, but that’s not uncommon with cats since they will sometimes just bring home junk for their owner so—-

Time to break out the big guns. He gets you a promise ring and basically confesses to you marriage proposal style. He thanks you for the love you give him despite his handicap and lists all the things he loves about you. And of course he points out his frustration with your obliviousness but he loves you all the same.

You likely feel sooooo bad for unintentionally friend-zoning him but you gladly return his feelings, take the ring, and you are officially a couple!

(Genji totally adds a “I’m Hers” pendant to his collar. Totally.)

if sis!reader joined blackwatch to follow genji, how possessive do you think his behaviour would be? like around mccree, reyes, and other recruits in general? how borderline scandalous would they be in public?

1800areyouslapping:

Since BW!Genji’s on the edge, a little unhinged, and constantly in a state of ‘I don’t give fuck’ they’d be very borderline scandalous. Especially around Reyes and McCree. Genji can sense that both Reyes and McCree have obvious hard-ons for his sister. The moment either of them starts up their flirtations Genji’s all over her. An arm around her shoulder, her waist. Silent, his red eyes boring into either the face of McCree or Reyes ‘til they get the hint and fuck off.

If they’re seated, they’re in each other’s laps. Genji always shared the room with her. No matter where the mission takes them. And often the bed. Genji and his sister are basically attached at the hip. McCree writes it off has it all being the ninja’s way of dealing with trauma. Reyes is too fucking tired to speculate, he has bigger issues to put his mental energy towards.