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Kitty Kompanion Ch 9

You had plenty of time on your hands sitting at your desk at work. You got into brewing coffee properly and ordered better coffee grounds than the watchpoint previously had. Other agents besides Angela started stopping by for your coffee. You became known for it. Angela noticed you weren’t drinking it yourself and bought a separate machine to keep yourself stocked with decaf.

“There’s money for this?” you asked. “When I joined, I was sleeping in a cot.”

Angela shot you a knowing look with eyebrows high and said, “Investors.”

You let that sink in, then you asked, “So people know about us then?”

“Ah, they did since the museum mission.”

“Oh,” you replied. You did remember seeing it in the news online. “Well, then, how come no one’s tried to stop us besides Talon?”

She shrugged.

“I don’t have time for politics. I just want you all to be healthy.”

You nodded and smiled.

“Of course.”

Angela sipped her coffee with both hands on the mug. She walked over towards her office, her stocky heels tock tock tocking along the sterile floor.

She spun on her heel back to you.

“Genji didn’t mention the investor money? That man is half the reason we got those investors, eliminating key Talon underlings. Come to think of it, that might be why no one’s up in arms. Must be convenient for certain governments.”

She wrinkled her nose.

“You don’t seem happy about this,” you stated.

“It’s not right. So many statements were made that Overwatch couldn’t be trusted, but now it’s alright to give us funds? And in secret, as well.”

Seems the issue had been festering beneath her hard work and optimism, as she gestured passionately with her free hand as she spoke. It was probably even more frustrating that she knew the funds were helping her treat agents, as well. She couldn’t turn the help down. You felt for her, but you were more interested in what Angela told you about what Genji was doing. He never told you exactly what he was doing. Because he was a senior agent, you assumed he knew what he was doing. Maybe it’s time to ask.

The rest of the day went really well. To your delight, the babies got more active in the afternoon. You absentmindedly rubbed each spot they kicked; it was a little unnerving to see the skin stretch out like that. Genji kept sending you dick pics at random times throughout the day, along with a message that he’d call later. Good, you could ask him then. Genji seemed to be enjoying himself taking the photos, becoming more enthusiastic. Adding ridiculously seductive faces. Bending over to pretend to suck himself off. To be honest, you were just glad to see him at all. The naughty nature of it was secondary. And seeing his face made you more excited than usual for his video call that night.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he began the call with. “So every time I do, I send you a picture.”

“Me?” You didn’t feel attractive. You felt like a beached beluga. “I am huge!”

“I know! It’s so cute.” Genji whispered the last word reverently.

Genji dropped into a cross-legged position. The video feed was jostled as he did so, and he plopped his metal-enforced chin in his palm to gaze at you. The way he smiled at you with genuine love in his eyes made you feel unexpectedly naked to your feline lover. You blushed and dipped your chin.

Genji adjusted his legs, settling back into the same position. The end of his tail whipped back and forth.

“I wish to be home,” he said. “With you.”

You agreed with all your heart, of course. But you also fidgeted, unused to the sudden laser focus of Genji’s attention.

“Genji, I, uhh…”

“Hm?”

“I wanted to ask you about something.”

“Anything.”

“What is it you’re doing out there? I know that you’re working hard, but…”

Genji pulled his tail forward to hang onto it. His expression faltered as he explained up front that it was very dangerous what he was doing. However, he was the only one able to pull off these missions. Not even Hanzo could.

“Don’t tell Hanzo, but if not for his dragons, I might be the stronger warrior,” Genji murmured quietly to you as if his brother might overhear.

You shook your head, amused at his boast.

He went on to confidently state that he was taking the utmost care not to get into trouble. Hanzo was there to back him up on most of the assassination missions, anyway. You don’t know why Genji looked worried a minute ago. Everything added up in your mind. All you had to do was wait for the babies to come, with increasing discomfort.

Honestly, you had forgotten about the details of the birth. Hid from them, mentally. Things were going to be fine, though. With Angela, the best surgeon in the world as far as you knew in charge of the cesarean, Genji to be back in time to support you, and Talon being managed, there was no need to worry.

The next day, you nearly didn’t make it out of bed. You couldn’t believe you could get more tired. It couldn’t be from all the hauling around of your extra weight. It wasn’t /that/ much extra weight; you just looked ready to explode with babies. You’re bent slightly backwards trying to manage waddling around the watchpoint.

Since it’s very obvious that you’re pregnant and near the end, you can’t escape the comments. The first time you stumbled upon everyone having a lunch together in the mess hall, you were greeted with happy applause. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to waddle back out the door or enjoy the attention.

“Where’s the father?!” Reinhardt asked from his seat at the table. “He should be here to carry you wherever you go.”

He was only teasing, but it did sting in the slightest. You found a seat next to Angela, nearly falling into her lap on the way down. You adjusted yourself for the most comfort you were going to get. Which wasn’t much. Reinhardt beams at you and looks ready to offer to carry you around for the rest of your term in Genji’s stead.

“Where’s Winston?” you asked Angela. You took her hand and put it to your stomach. She liked to feel the babies move, and it was nice to be touched by someone who cared while Genji was gone.

She starts droning a list, “Being a workaholic. Not listening to me. Eating peanut butter and banana sandwiches. Ugh. His only concession was using whole wheat bread.”

“Maybe he’s making up for my not working at all,” you quipped.

“Your job is to eat for three!” said Tracer, pushing a small plate towards you with a lemon danish on it.

You happily pounced on it, while conversations continued around you.

One agent stopped eating and checked their buzzing phone. They frowned at the screen. Then another took out their phone, then another. Pretty soon everyone had their intense gazes trained on their little screens. You only noticed when you finished inhaling the danish.

Chairs scraping back against the floor and the drumming of shoed footsteps alerted and startled you. Everyone was clearing out. Angela placed her hand on your shoulder before getting up.

“Emergency,” she said. “I’ll explain when I can.”

It was serious. That’s all you could tell.

Mercy called your phone herself later, instead of going through Athena with a transmission.

“I’m sorry, Dear,” she said.

“Why?”

Panic bubbled up in your chest.

“It’s Genji,” she said. “He missed three check-ins. We really don’t know what happened.”

“I see.”

You answered because it was expected of you. Mercy explained that they were all searching in small teams. She said some other things, but you only remembered that Genji was missing and they were looking. She tried to reassure you and then hung up.

You wandered around with only half your mental capacities working. Useless. You hated it, but you couldn’t do anything else. Genji promised he’d be home. He promised. You kept checking the messages from Angela to see if you read them wrong. With both palms pressed to your bulging belly, you couldn’t answer the question of what you’d do if he didn’t come back to you.

You did know what you’d do if he came back alive, you mused, narrowing your eyes and dropping into the nearest chair. You tapped your foot on the floor and balling your fists tightly against your stomach. You pictured your open hand slapping Genji across the face for doing this to you.

The image was vague, so it slipped from your mind easily. You wilted over, almost bursting into tears. You couldn’t hurt Genji, even if he hurt you. You didn’t mean it, you were just frustrated and alone.

Hanzo had this honourable notion in his mind that it was his job to protect you while Genji could not. He obtained permission to go off-duty to do just that. He returned to the watchpoint to inform you of his intentions to make sure Genji came back to find you safe and sound. You had a vague, agreeable answer. You looked so lost. Didn’t say much. It melted some of the ice Hanzo had frozen his own heart with.

Maybe he could be a good uncle and make up for being such a terrible brother, he thought…

Hanzo had no time for such musings. He set about guarding you from the shadows.

He disappeared, and you gave it little thought. You knew he was a ninja, and you were used to Genji and Hanzo’s brand of weird. Not to mention, you had more immediate issues to deal with. One was practically living on the toilet. Before Angela left, she confirmed for you, with her lips twitching almost into an amused smile, that the baby girl was head down on your bladder.

Hanzo spent a lot of time outside of your window, hidden in the shadows on the nearest rocky wall of the mountain of Gibraltar. His ears twitched every which way, listening to every little sound. You barely left your room, since you no longer had a job. You slept a lot. You read digital books a lot. You cried a little. Hanzo’s heart melted some more.

That made him grimace in frustration that Genji’s precious Overwatch had not found and brought him home yet. Dr. Ziegler was forced to return back to the base as the date for your cesarean was approaching very soon. That gave Hanzo an idea. He should bring Genji home.

You would have convinced Hanzo to stay. You’re sure it’s what Genji wanted. But you were asleep, so off he went.

1800areyouslapping:

I wrote this because I just needed some self-indulgence. Just needed to write some fluffy-smut. Only 1.5k (thank God). Also because I’ve been in love and adore @imagine-this-overwatch  ‘s Hybrid AU. Inspired by these posts X X 

Today has been quite the day for you and your pup, Jesse. Your home had been quite loud and full of people not an hour earlier. You like to celebrate the Fourth of July during the day. Versus the majority with their festivities during the night time. With good music, good food, good drinks and good company.

Especially ever since you took in Jesse; wholly because of him when you put thought into it. Most holidays the hybrid pup’s just as festive, if not more hyper than you are (he’s naturally excited on behalf of you often. And often far more excited for you than you are about whatever thing you’re looking forward to). But there are two holidays in particular he loathes.

New Years Eve and the Fourth of July.

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How about the overwatch gang is hanging out watching a movie, Hanzo and his female s/o are under a blanket cuddling, and Hanzo starts to play with her. She has to keep from making noises

reapers-carino:

Mandatory ‘team building’ exercises had become a requirement for all recalled Overwatch agents, both new and old. Winston believed that these would lead to better cohesiveness when out on the field and he hadn’t been incorrect. Between shared mealtimes, various team combat simulations, planned outings and random recreational activities, you all had turned into a ragtag family of sorts. Your favorite recreational activity, thus far however, had been the movie nights. They’d spin a wheel to decide who got to pick the movie for the night, push several couches, cushions and pillows together in the common room and all pile up next to one another for the show.

These were some of the rare times Hanzo showed you public physical affection, the intensely private man tugging you against his side and under a blanket at the very start of the movie. You had scooted onto his lap, resting your head on his shoulder as his arms wrapped tight around your waist. You were warm and comfortable, even with the playful goading Genji, Hana, and McCree had tossed Hanzo and your way. Now you were an hour into the fantasy movie Lucio had picked out, Lord of the Rings. While you appreciated the premise and the way the plot had been explained, you had begun to grow bored, fidgeting around on Hanzo’s lap before returning your attentions to the screen.

The first few times, his hands had settled hard against your hips, stilling you before wrapping his arms around you once more. Although, it seemed like the archer had shared your sentiments about the film, his neutral expression tugged down into a slight frown of unhidden distaste. You snorted softly, making a mental note to avoid these type of fantasy films as you nuzzled into the side of his neck and attempted to focus back in on the movie.

You jumped in Hanzo’s lap as you felt his blunted nails drag over your bare thigh, lightly scratching upwards until they reached the edge of your shorts. Eyes darting upwards, you could see the faintest smirk hovering on Hanzo’s lips, his eyes shining mirthfully as he kept his focus on the holoscreen. Your toes curled under the covers as Hanzo’s hand kept creeping upwards, his hand dragging over your outer thigh to your inner thigh, before pausing right before he reached your core. The warmth of his hand bled into your skin, heat trickling into your core and forcing a flush through your cheeks. His fingers drew small teasing circles upwards, grazing your core before moving back down, the butterfly soft touches making you yearn for more.

“Oh oh this is one of the good parts!”

You were suddenly jerked out of the small bubble that Hanzo had pulled you into by Lucio exclamation, eyes going wide as you were suddenly reminded you were in a room full of your friends. Your eyes danced around the room; were still focused on the holoscreen still, some had dozed off but none were any the wiser to the fact that your boyfriend’s hand was grinding against your core. Your hands dropped to his wrist, not to stop him, but to stabilize yourself as his fingers moved into the leg of your shorts, cupping your covered mound. A shuddering sigh was wrested from your lips, a moan silenced as you bit down hard on your bottom lip.

He shouldn’t be doing this here. There were so many people around you. Someone might see! But that only proved to excite you more. The pure, unadulterated feeling of desire coiled tight around you, the taboo of doing something mere feet away from others intensifying the feeling of every grind and stroke of his fingers. His touch became more insistent, his fingers pressing knowingly at where your covered clit, the thin lacy panties doing absolutely nothing to protect you from his attack. The sound of your quickening breaths and thundering heartbeat edging out the sound of the movie, pressing your face harder into the side of Hanzo’s neck. You had to keep your voice quiet, you couldn’t let anyone know. You could gasp and mewl like your mind begged you to or everyone would know what a naughty girl you were for wanting to be fingered in the middle of the room surrounded by friends. The heat from before had grown into an inferno, the tingling in your nethers as you tried to subtly grind against his touch.

“Ah!”

One of your hands jumped up to your mouth, the other squeezing hard at Hanzo’s wrist to admonish the man who gave a tight, controlled huff of laughter. He had pulled your panties to the side and slid a finger over the your dripping nether lips. A few eyes turned your way, brows furrowed in slight confusion or concern as they looked at you.

“You okay Y/N”, Genji questioned from across the room, his voice soft yet scratchy without the mask of his face on.

“Y-yeah”, you managed to stammer out, face still burning as you pulled your hand away from your lips. Your laugh was quiet and forced, trying to hold back the whine of desire as Hanzo pushed a finger inside of you. “I-I ah…I fell asleep and the sound k-kind of sss-startled me is all! J-just ah…Just fine!”

“Are you sure dear”, Mercy asked, shifting slightly to move away from Genji’s side, your eyes going round.

“Y-Yes”, you exclaimed, losing your breath as Hanzo kept going, his eyes looking down at you in mock concern as he ran a thumb over your clit. Your eyes slipped closed for a brief moment, pulling your breathing under control before they opened back up. “I-I may g-g-go lie down though. Ha-Hanzo, you mind escorting me?”

He gave  your clit one more firm stroke, drawing a shudder from you before he pulled his fingers away, wiping them on the inside of your short and nodding.

“Of course Y/N”, he answered short and kind, your hands quickly re-adjusting your shorts as he unwrapped the blanket from around the both of you.

He helped you stand first, your legs wobbling before he stood, one arm holding the blanket, the other wrapping around your hip. The two of you scooted around your group, you waving weakly before wandering down the halls the led back to your sleeping quarters. You lightly elbowed the man, shooting a weak glare at him.

“You are the absolute worst.”

“Do not act like you didn’t enjoy it, beloved. I can allow you to rest if that is what you prefer?”

“Oh don’t you dare, you started this and you’re going to finish it!”

Okay but somnophilia with genji? Like he is just so out of practice and you’re so perfect he wouldn’t want to make things a mess with you when he finally gets to take you when you’re awake. It wouldn’t be hard for a ninja to sneak a little something into your meal or a bottle of water you sipped from. And him taking you to your home would appear even less suspicious. You may not truly notice him outside but he knows your heart beats for him as his does yours. And he knows your body needs his too

yandere-inamorata:

THANK YOU FOR BLESSING MY GARBAGE BLOG WITH THIS BEAUTIFUL CONTENT???? also unsure if you wanted me to write for it but it was too good and got way long I’m so sorry. BUT–

This boy is delusional AF and nothing you say or do could ever convince him that you weren’t as madly in love with him as he was with you. He saw the way you looked at him (i.e.: you didn’t look at him as though he was a monster like all the other girls.) To him, that made you perfect. A goddess. You were the first to treat him with genuine kindness, and not just because you had to as a coworker. You invited him to coffee.

“If you can have coffee?” You had said jokingly. “Does that mask come off?”

That was the first time he had genuinely laugh in so long. Finally, something other than Talon this and Talon that. He fell for you. Hard. He never knew what it was that you saw in him, but he became incredibly possessive. Another ugly emotion of his that he had to hide from you. It was painful not being able to push away others that came near you, for fear of making you hate him.

He got his chance at night, watching you at night to ensure your safety. It also gave him the chance to turn away (or murder) anyone that came knocking at your door in the late hours. It was a plus when you would be upset with them come tomorrow, all of your suitors seemingly too afraid to come near anymore.

But his favorite part of the night? Watching your serene form as you slept. So still and quiet, a strange opposite to your usually bubbly and talkative attitude. It tempted him so often. Tempted him to crawl in that bed beside you, feel your soft skin as you dreamed. He didn’t dare touch you when you were awake for fear of ruining what you had.

He was your shoulder to cry on, always dishing him the latest gossip on your regular coffee dates. It was his own little slice of heaven. These ‘dates’ pushed him to the edge in a dangerous way, though. Watching you drink your coffee gave him the idea to drug you, slipping some sedative in your drink when you slipped away to the bathroom. Not enough to knock you out, only do make you feel drowsy and sleep a little heavier than normal when he brought you home.

He slipped quietly into your room that night, reaching a tentative hand out to cup your face. You didn’t stir, so he slipped the comforter from your body, crawling up the length of the bed to settle between your legs, dragging the soft panties from your hips as he nearly cried with joy (if he even could cry anymore.)

You know he is gonna eat you out like a man starved, thanking whatever Gods were listening that Hanzo had left him his tongue to taste you. You tasted like heaven, and watching you writhe as soft, half-moans left your mouth did things to him that hadn’t happened in a long time.

Mercy and Moira were kind enough to equip him with a synthetic cock that was almost like the real thing (save for a little bigger, a little more textured, and bright fuckin’ red.) But he could still feel the pleasure, which is what really mattered to him.

You came undone a few times, which he happily lapped up between torturing your clit and his little bites to your thighs. You were nice and wet now, but he was careful in pressing in his fingers one by one to ensure no pain would wake you up when the real fun started. He admired the way your brows knitted together when he pressed at the spongey spot deep inside you, and it made him wonder who you were dreaming of.

When he deemed you relaxed enough, he took his cock in hand, swallowing nervously as he slid the slimy appendage against your folds. You squirmed as he pressed against your entrance, holding his breath as your warmth engulfed the head of his cock, and he almost came then and there. He had been a bit of a play boy when he was human, but he had never felt pussy as good as your’s. You were tight, and he swore softly in Japanese as he pushed forward again, earning a soft whimper from you. He could tell you were probably being stretched by his cock, if the way you breathed slightly harder gave anything away.

Never the less, he pushed onward and bottomed out, sighing shakily as he felt your tight walls fluttering around him. He pulled out slowly, reveling in the way you felt as he dragged out of you, pushing back into you just as slowly as he hilted once more. He stilled, opting to tease your clit to feel your insides milk he cock as he moaned quietly. It had been so long since he had felt this way. Felt… human… It made you even more perfect in his eyes.

He leaned down and hesitated, unsure if he should blemish your perfect lips with a kiss from his scarred ones. In the end, it was too tempting to deny, pressing his lips to yours as his hips rolling into yours, making love to your sleeping body slowly, only a soft twitching of your hips as his tongue plunged into your slightly open mouth, his appendage playing with your own in the soft cavern of your mouth.

This slow pace was killing him, but he hated to ride you hard and fast, waking you up and ending your fun. But, you just felt so good, it was hard to keep his thrusts controlled. It had been so long, he could feel himself nearing the edge, but he was determined to make you come before he finished. He worked your clit furiously, watching as your back arched and your hips bucked and writhed as he brought you pleasure.

He shifted his hips, angling in such a way that had soft, little moans pouring out of your lips once more. Your head turned as you dreamed, as though you were shaking your head ‘no’ and he growled, going back to kissing you to still your head. You returned it in a half-awake manner, squealing as your climax wracked through your body, his fingers teasing you through your orgasm.

He came shortly after, desperate to come inside of you, but opting to do it on your stomach, something he could easily wipe off with a paper towel. Kissing your head, he hating having to leave you so soon, admiring your still sleeping form. Lips red and puffy from all his kissing, face so relaxed and serene. 

He would have to do this again.

Hello! Just stalked your blog and i love it 😅 the first fic i read of yours was that mcgenji one and it’s a spicy meatball 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 Any thoughts on doing a continuation? ~tmh

yandere-inamorata:

wow I totally wasn’t considering even doing this until I went back and read the original and got hit with inspiration sooo here you go.

also please call me Pomme-Sensei, master of fucking run on sentences. I just really like commas, okay??

WARNING: NSFW and NONCON ahead. Be warned!

-Pomme 🖤

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Reaper w/ fem s/o with “Hospital! Now!” prompt? Love me some pregnancy fics

It was time. You approached Reaper, pain coming in waves through your body in short intervals.

“Hospital! Now!”

He froze for a moment, thinking, Oh my god, this is actually happening to me despite me being a monster…

But it was no time to be angsty. Another wave of obvious pain overtook your form, and he scooped you up and glided over to the door with his bottom half dissolved into mist. He moved fastest this way.

Gabriel opened the door with a mist tentacle, then he growled to himself. What he really wanted to do was to hop from rooftop to rooftop and skip traffic. It would be faster. That didn’t seem respectful to your current state. Gabriel grumbled, formed legs, set you down, and took your hand.

“Squeeze as hard as you need, Woman,” he said, leading you to the car.

“I’m fine!” you stubbornly protested. Then you groaned and your grip tightened, nearly grinding his hand to mist.

“Mhmm.”

You chuckled to yourself, the sass you usually tossed at each other cheering you up and keeping you distracted.

You tossed some sass back on the ride over to the hospital, asking, “Are we there yet?” as often as the contractions would allow.

“I’m going to gag you,” he threatened, waving a mist tentacle at you.

You laughed again and smirked.

“I love you, Honey.”

Gabriel grunted, concentrating on parking the car.

Like a normal human being.

He hated this. But it was for you.

He helped you through the hospital entrance and went to find help.

Gabriel cleared his throat, sounding like a ten pack a day for forty years smoker, and said in the calmest voice he could muster (being calm for you), "Excuse me. My partner is in labour. We need a doctor.”

The receptionist eyed him up and down, with his shady-looking getup. His all-black, covering-every-inch-that-he-could hoody and black jeans. But then she glanced at you, obviously near the end of your third trimester and called a doctor like Gabriel asked.