This is more fluff than anything smutty. Smut inspiration didn’t really hit me with this one. But it’s lots of SFW pet-play things. And if you’re not familiar with the hybrid AU: Hybrids are humans just with actual animal ears and tails. They also have a lot of behaviors that coincide with whatever animal they’re mixed with.
I have made the executive decision to make this into a hybrid AU one-shot. He is a German shepard.
Gabriel Reyes was going to be a tough one. He was going to require a lot of patience compassion. So you were told, but you adopted him, anyway. He needed an owner, and you needed a companion.
He came with glaring, blood-shot eyes and a muzzle with a worn, white skull decorating the front. A parting gift from the previous owner. Seems they tried to make him into a guard dog. And he relished the job a little too much.
You took him home and explained that you would take the muzzle off when he proved he wasn’t a danger to you.
The first week passed by uneventfully. Gabriel spent most of his time sleeping at your feet while you were home. He ate his food without any sign of worrying you would take it away.
You took him out with you, to the coffee shop, to grocery shopping. All your chores for the week. Gabriel was at your side the whole way. He followed really closely. People were giving you funny looks and giving you lots of space.
A few weeks later, and you figured out it was because Gabriel had been glaring at anyone who he thought came too close to you. The muzzle and black clothes you hadn’t replaced yet probably didn’t help.
He hadn’t done anything to hurt anyone just yet, but you still wanted to say something. He was conveniently still sticking to your side at all hours.
“Hey, Gabriel.”
He hummed in acknowledgement, but it sounded more like a grumble.
“I want to talk to you about how bristly you’re being towards other people.”
His full attention snapped to you. His ears stood, facing your direction.
“I have to keep you safe,” he preemptively started to argue with that gravelly voice you’d grown fond of. “You don’t under-”
“Gabriel, stop.”
His mouth shut. His tall ears flicked back momentarily.
“You’re not a guard dog.” You said it again, more firmly this time. “You’re not a guard dog.”
“But-”
“This is a nice neighbourhood. I’m not in any danger.”
Gabriel’s eyes went to the front door and back. He seemed to be taking in what you said.
Then he sat.
You let him stew in what you said and went to the kitchen. His eyes followed you as you walked. You thought you heard his tail thump on the floor. When you turned around, he was staring blankly at you.
You breathed a sigh of relief inwardly when the next week was better. People still glanced at your hybrid, but it was for his resting bitch face. You removed his muzzle then.
Gabriel was happier almost overnight. He kept the lovely, dark voice and even sassed you with it. Told you more about his past. You were starting to feel like you got that companion you wanted.
The sass evolved into flirting when you started to give back what he was dishing out. You were nose-to-nose on the sofa, giving each other shit, when he decided to do something about the tension. He was on the floor below you, like an obedient pup, so he jumped up and pressed you into the cushions.
“You starting something you can finish?”
This was the moment you both were waiting for. He had come a long way since you first took him home. All you wanted was for him to like and trust you as an owner, and you got more. But as owner, it had to be on your terms.
“That’s for me to decide,” you said.
He growled and rocked his hips against you, kindling the desire between you.
“True,” he admitted. He wasn’t the master here.
“On the floor.”
After looking like he was about to argue, he left the space between your legs and lay on the floor in front of you. You immediately felt the loss of his body heat and the presence of his large, strong body. You got off the couch to stand over his body. His tail wagged a few times at your gaze on him.
The outline of his erection was tucked upwards. You lowered yourself onto it.
“That’s more like it,” he said, resting hands on your hips.
You smacked them away. He hummed, his cock twitching against you. You rewarded his excitement by rubbing against his cock. Gabriel slack-jaw moaned, like he hadn’t been touched in years. You rocked harder.
“That feels good,” he purred. “Now why don’t we move on to the main event?”
“Shhhh, not this time.”
He kept his mouth firmly shut, muffling his gravely and deep moans and grunts. He kept his fingers dug into the carpet to keep from touching you like you commanded. The way his cock twitched rapidly against your heat just before you brought him to orgasm felt amazing.
His ears flattened as he came inside his clothes, a wet spot spreading across his stomach. You ran your hand up above the cum-stain, his chest rising and falling with his pants.
“Go bathe yourself, Puppy. Then come to bed.”
You went to bed, and your good boy joined you. You drifted off nice and warm, with the light scent of wet dog.
“You don’t even know what that means!” you accused.
“You don’t either,” he countered, with momentary fire in his gaze. Then he went back to playing meek, a cheek laid on your knee.
A bold statement, but it was true. Your marriage was young.
You considered his request from your superior position. His eyebrows inched up his face, waiting for your decision. As if you weren’t a slave to your want for Genji, either. His clothes were loose, the kind that those wear who know they look good and don’t need to wear form-fitting clothes to show it. You could trace his body through the fabric with your gaze with ease from seeing it so often. It pleased you, hit the spot, bent your will towards him, until you could groan and rub your face along his abs. Genji had no idea. He just waited.
“Okay,” you said, letting a smile brighten your face.
Genji stood, gathering your body against his. He carried you to the bed and let you down on it. After you both removed your clothes, you took his chin in a firm hold.
“Remember what I taught you.”
He nodded, grateful. He had been about to let his dick take over and fuck you into the bed. It wasn’t that he didn’t know what to do, he just needed a reminder. He entered you slowly, the head of his cock pressing your entrance open, to a whispered expletive from your lips. Then his leaned on one hand, the other sliding up your soft midsection. It took a hard right to cover the flesh of your breast. You arched into his hand, and he took his cue to squeeze.
“Good boy,” you purred.
He had been waiting for those words, for permission to move. His dragged his cock in and out. You whined his name, telling him to kiss you. As a boy, he only needed his dick wet, but you needed more. He adorably frowned in concentration, paying appropriate attention to your lips and your breasts while he sped up, rutting into your cunt.
You came together more or less, but he wasn’t done. You would have liked to cuddle, but his hands still roamed your body, and not affectionately. You lay there, eyeing him wearily. The sweat hadn’t even dried. His eyes were still blown, and the firm curves of his toned body were taut with need.
“Fine. Hand me my phone.”
He grabbed it so quick. You rolled over to present your cunt for his use. You let him have his fill, while you flicked through memes on your phone with your finger. Your ass would be red and sore as if he had spanked it, but that wasn’t a concern. He was a slave to the clutch of your cunt around his cock, to emptying his balls into you in a vain effort to drain them dry. It was a different kind of high than an orgasm, but still satisfying.
You had Genji address you as Mrs. Shimada in the bedroom only. Elsewhere, it was your first name, with respect. Once he mastered that, you let him be playful with you. He teased you with ‘queen,’ ‘my lady,’ and it was ‘her royal wifey’ when he wanted to really annoy you. As long as he wasn’t paying that attention to anyone else, he could call you whatever he liked.
You had intended for that to stay between you, but it had leaked out. How careless.
“Would my lady pass the rice?” Hanzo asked once during dinner.
With a hot blush, you did so. Genji couldn’t contain his amusement. You could feel it, his smirk. You tossed him a glare in warning. He smiled and kissed your cheek, making your blush worse.
“You’re not unlike our late mama,” Hanzo remarked when only you could hear. You were stunned into silence, and he continued. “Apparently, a person must have a strong pair of ovaries to get Genji to heel. He listened to our mama, but chafed under our father. Why he didn’t just come down harder on Genji, I don’t understand.” Hanzo raised an eyebrow. “After our mother died…Genji listened to no one.”
You came away from the conversation also wondering why their father didn’t clip his son’s wings shorter. If you, a newcomer, could see that Genji could benefit from guidance, surely his father could see it, also. What exactly the head of the Shimada house was thinking, not many people dared openly discuss, so that was the end of it.
You put aside the issue of Genji’s wildness, because you found him to be strangely mouldable to your will. You kept waiting for the day he might break free from you and miss being able to choose his own companionship. But he didn’t. Like a bird comfortable with its cage, with its owner, he stuck by your side. You even experienced some moments of nonsexual intimacy, going on dates, to places you’d never been, and started making the habit of cuddling before sleep. Despite this, it became harder and harder to ignore what was missing over time. Your marriage was missing love. You can’t command someone to give you love and mean it, so you didn’t even try. Sometimes, you were lonely. Genji was there to lean into when that happened. He obliged with an arm around your body. At those times, you thought perhaps the love would grow naturally between you. You had to hope.
You and your husband settled into a comfortable life of going out, behaving at home, and fucking the rest of the time. Genji’s papa was satisfied with Genji newfound interest in keeping up with his training, not requiring him to lift a finger more. Hanzo was not. You noticed his hard expression sometimes, but you were quick to forget it when you saw Genji’s smile.
It’s not too vague!! I decided to narrow it down myself to HCs for Blackwatch Genji. There are also theseposts
Sometimes, Genji doesn’t like you touching his cybernetic parts, because it’s a reminder of what he is now
He’ll jerk away from your hand in annoyance
Sometimes, he likes that you explore his body because you think he’s cool and it strokes his ego
His red eyes follow you closely
Other times, he clings to you like his life depends on it, because he needs comfort now
“Genji, I can hardly breathe!” you say, laughing
Genji growls with that tinny quality to his voice, refusing to let go. It’s cute
There are times when ignoring him makes him appear next to you, silently begging for attention
You weren’t actually ignoring him, he just hadn’t been in physical contact with you for a while and it’s a little distressing for him
Hold his hand for a bit and then he’s good again for the next while
This all happens in secret
It’s bad enough that people stare when he’s walking around alone
Genji doesn’t want anyone looking at him while he’s being open and vulnerable with you
It makes him feel helpless and exposed
Genji prefers to hold you with his human arm if he’s not holding you with both arms
He assumes you’d be uncomfortable with his other arm, and frankly, he didn’t ask if it’s true
Genji is the kind of stressed and tired that if you gave him loving and gentle touches just right and for long enough, that he’d fall asleep on, or next to, you
The first time Genji takes his mouth guard off around you, he wants you to make a bit of a fuss over how good-looking you find him
But not too much of a fuss
Kiss his cheeks a bunch, and he’ll cry tears of joy, because he’d forgotten what it’s like to be touched there
“Meat and potatoes today~ It’s gonna be a good day~!” You giggled softly and shifted your bag on your shoulder, continuing to hum the silly tune under your breath.
“Aren’t you adorable.”
“You wouldn’t have it any other way.” Turning your shining eyes to the tall, dark figure beside you, you gave him your signature bright smile and linked your fingers with his.
“Damn right I wouldn’t.” Gabriel’s eyes crinkled at the corners in the way that you knew so well, and you knew that he was smiling beneath the cotton mask that hid the eroded flesh of his cheek.
“But are you sure you don’t want me to help with the groceries, sweetie? We bought a lot of stuff today.” You glanced down and fixed the numerous grocery bags with a determined look in your eye, brows furrowing the longer you stared at it.
“No, no.” Gabriel cut off your train of thought before it could leave the station, giving your hand a little squeeze. “It’s nothing your alpha can’t handle, mi alma. I don’t want the both of you,” He took this moment to glance at the swell of your belly, a tender glimmer in his crimson eyes. “to strain yourselves.”
“Aww, pleeease? Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t help!” You gave him a pout and your best puppy eyes, tugging lightly on his arm.
Gabriel threw his head back and laughed, the rich sound warming you from your head to your toes and prompting a smile of your own. Pulling his hand away to wrap an arm around you, he nuzzled your cheek and let out a little huff.
“It’s alright,
cariño,” he murmured. “As your alpha and your mate, it’s my job to protect you.”
I had been thinking about this for a while and I wanted to put a twist on whumptober where I purposefully reverse the prompt to make it fluffy instead of angsty. Since October is very, very busy for me, I had no confidence that I could do it. But then dickbutt brought this up and I decided to do this. So, if you see dickbutt posting angst, you can be sure that I’ll have fluff not far behind.
A screech and clatter rings out in the kitchen. Then followed by another. And another. And another. And another.
Then a loud groan and a loud ‘clack’ with a sharp screech following right after.
You hold your fork in your fist, carefully positioning it above your target, and then you strike.
Clack. Scree–
The cherry tomato rolls safely away from the prongs, right through a puddle of olive oil, showing off the slippery sheen and essentuating the cherry red of its skin.
You grash your teeth. You’re a grown adult picking a fight with a cherry tomato. It’s only by sheer pride of not wanting to be outdone by a tiny, inaminate hunk of fruit–or is tomato a vegetable–that prevents you from just picking up your plate and sliding everything into your mouth–Genji is sitting next to you, after all.
While he makes no comment about your one-sided fight, you know he’s watching, judging. You’ll show him.
Once more, you poise your fork, ready to stab the living crap out of this when it gets snatched off your plate.
“Here.”
Genji picks up the damnable tomato with his chopsticks, betraying the effort you’ve been putting in for the past few minutes, other hand held under the treat to keep it from escaping. You stare at the tomato. Teamwork really does make the dream work. If you think about it, you could imagine the tomato pleading for it’s life, begging for forgiveness.
If you grin a little evilly, Genji says nothing.
“Thanks!”
You immediately close your mouth around it and the chopsticks, biting the tomato with a little more viciousness, savoring the burst of juices and flavor.
Sweet, sweet victory.
Though, from the corner of your eyes, you could see Genji smiling softly, looking a little happier, as though also relishing in your victory.
For some reasons, the burst of sweetness upon your tongue is nothing compared to the sweet, warm feeling that gushes from your heart. You don’t post der on what that feeling is when Genji picks up another tomato, just as easily as the previous one, and offers it to you.
From here on out, I’m assuming that all requests are post-fall unless otherwise stated 😉
Genji
Everyone likes dinner dates, right? Of course, it’d have to be somewhere omnic-friendly; Everyone seems to mistake him as one anyways. It didn’t bother him, but he didn’t want any intolerant pests to ruin the special occasion.
You know the restaurant has to serve noodles of some sort- a Genji tradition.
First date does not equal first kiss. He knows better than in his younger years that paying for a date doesn’t mean he’s owed a kiss.
It’s not often that he gets self conscious about his appearance beneath his suit, but he can’t help being slightly concerned about what you think.
If you DO offer him a kiss, he’ll get all flustered. He hadn’t kissed someone in years. Would his scarred lips scare you off?
The entire date, he’s rather preoccupied with making sure it all goes well. You notice his incessant concern and reassure him that he needs to enjoy himself, too. It’s not just about you.
You had barely noticed, waving when you caught Hanzo looking your direction, noting that his expression never quite changed–or at least, not in a way that you really understood–and he blinked three times at you before turning away. Your hand drops, a little disappointed but not surprised at the cold reception, and you go on your way.
One, two, three
“I love you,” you murmur in his ear, smoothing your hands over his shoulders to feel the way they flex and goosebumps rise from the heated skin. He opens his mouth and says nothing in return, a breath stuck in his throat that is released before it becomes a sound.
His hand, heavy yet shy upon your knee, taps out a slow beat of three.
“I know,” he says, but little more.
Onetwothree
Hanzo does not touch often, but you’ve soon realized when he does, it’s usually in sets of three. (You cannot say that you realized it on your own, and it takes a bit of secretive giggling from Tracer and Genji to realize the actions for what they are.)
On slope of your shoulder as he passes by, he gives you three quick but firm squeezes, leaving you staring after his back before mustering up your wits to shout after him, “I love you!” And you don’t quite care when Genji laughs himself into a wall or when Hanzo’s ears and the tips of his shoulder goes red.
One…two…three
The triplets don’t stop. Absentmindedly almost, as you both walk around town, you can feel his thumb running against the swell of your hips every few minutes. Hanzo’s expression does not really change–though there’s a softness about him that almost seems like he’s content–nor does he say anything. You say nothing either as you’re led onto the longer way back.
Onetwo…three
It finally sinks in properly when you kiss, three short, dragging pecks against your lips. Okay, maybe there were more than just three, but the meaning lingers wordlessly.
Unrelated to Chapter 1, but I wanna lump all my hybrid chapters together
Hanzo knelt before you on the floor, with you sitting on your sofa. You unhooked his leash, because that seemed like the right thing to do. His collar had gold-coloured metal. That seemed to suit him and his regal air.
Now that you had him home, though, you weren’t sure what to do next. Hanzo watched you with that the same gaze other dog hybrids watched their masters. Looking to please. His was a touch more intense than others. You reached out, hesitantly, to touch his face. He took to the affection, gliding his cheek along your hand. Softening his intense gaze, shutting his eyes almost. He let you mess the greying hair wings just below his canine ears if it meant more petting.
You added a second hand to pet the same place on the other side of his head. Hanzo became one happy puppy. His ears folded back. His head sagged in your hands. You gently tugged his hair tie out to let you further scratch at his scalp. You made a true mess of his neatly-combed hair then, making sure to scratch all areas of his head. Hanzo fell forward onto his hands to get closer. His eyes were shut proper, and he leaned into your right hand to help get a spot that felt particularly good.
You expected his tail to thump against the ground, but Hanzo, the man with all the pride in the world, taught himself the habit of waving it silently in the air instead. The proud plume of black and white fur swishing back and forth rapidly.
You pulled your hands away and was immediately scolded with a short growl.
“Ummmm, no?” You weren’t about to be bossed around by your hybrid, no matter how handsome or proud, or well-trained, he was. “You might want to go fix your hair.”
Hanzo sat back and then felt his head, confirming that you mussed it all to hell. His gaze laid on yours in question.
“Is that what you want me to do?”
You were a little shocked to see him put aside his vanity. You shook your head.
“No. We’re not going out anymore today. Would you like to lie on the couch with me and watch TV?”
“I would, Master.”
He rose from the floor. He sat next to you on the sofa. Pretty soon, he laid his head against your shoulder. You played with his hair some more, since it was already a mess, anyway. It was a wonder to you that his long, black strands held no knots. Your fingers glided through them, and they were so soft. You were jealous.
“I will be up early to train and exercise, if that is alright with you,” he said at one point during your shows.
“Do you need me to walk you?”
“If I’m up early enough, no one else will be, and I can get away with being out alone.”
The city had a law against hybrids straying too far from their owners.
“If you get caught…”
“You won’t have to worry,” he insisted.
Hanzo’s pride reared its head again. He insisted on not being a burden. He even fed himself in the morning, with the special canine hybrid cereal you bought. You heard him crunching on it before you even made it through the kitchen door.
“Hanzo, you gave yourself too much,” you scolded gently, laying eyes on the large heap in his bowl.
“I need a lot of energy.”
“I got you the active adult brand. That should be enough.”
“Very well. I will take less next time.”
He didn’t even consider that you should be the one feeding him. Oh, well. You got the feeling that this would be one expensive pup. Not just because of his appetite, but hair brushes, clothes, shampoo–not to mention conditioner. You might get weak and buy him more pretty hair ties. He was otherwise healthy and needed no shots, thankfully.
The shelter employee mentioned a brother, but the two brothers had been separated long ago. You made a mental note to look into finding the brother. Maybe Hanzo would appreciate meeting him again someday.
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