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Ya Big Baby

“Come on, ‘Baby.’” Brigitte hoisted you higher in her hold against the front of her body.

You whined in protest at being called a baby, but you clung to her tighter. You decided your sick self was too tired to walk, dragging your feet through the house and whimpering for your temporary mommy, Brigitte.

She fried you an egg with one arm and held you under your bottom with the other. Your strong woman taking care of you. She blew her bright red bangs off her forehead, the heat from your fevered body and the frying pan making her sweat.

She plated the egg and put it on the table with you still clinging to her. She let you down onto a chair. You picked up the fork she placed next to the fried egg.

“Let me,” she said, smiling and reaching for the fork.

“No,” you pouted. “I can do it myself.”

However, the fork seemed to have gained ten pounds. Weak as a newborn kitten, you stabbed at the egg, missing and striking the plate.

“I want to feed you,” she cooed. She held out her hand, and you dropped the fork into it. She chuckled. “I don’t mind.”

She scooped up some egg and fed it into your mouth. You were a sorry sight with unkempt, greasy hair, and tired eyes. You didn’t have much of an appetite, either.

“Come onnnnn,” she insisted. “You have to keep your strength up.”

“What strength?” you muttered miserably. Then your face fell, shaking your head. “Sorry, Babe. I’m just tired.”

“I know, Honey. It’s alright.”

Brigitte’s bright, hopeful voice was your only source of joy right now. You were too tired to do anything but listen. She got you some more medicine. You let her spoonfeed you with no complaints this time. She carried you to bed and tucked you in. She pushed your hair back from your face and kissed your forehead, “Mwah!”

She had to leave to go train with the other members of Overwatch.

“Nooooo,” you whined, refusing to let go of her hand.

She had to pry your hand off. Sadly, it wasn’t hard.

“Go to sleep, okay? I’ll be back before you know it.”

You gave her your best pout, but she still left, promising you that you would be fine.

“But I’m dying!” you wailed.

She laughed loudly, shutting the front door behind her.

Do you have any sfw and nsfw headcanons for Submissive Demon Hanzo with his dom?

shes-claws-deep:

Yep, sure do 🙂

SFW

Demon!Hanzo is cunning, underhanded, and willing to do anything to accomplish his goals. However, he has a strong sense of honour with a skewed moral compass. He will do anything to protect that which he considers his, and there is very little that belongs to him. And you? You belong to him as much as he belongs to you, so be prepared to find that he’s constantly warding off other demons and protecting your house like it was his own den. 

When you both first met, it was likely to have been the result of a clash of territories. His wit against yours. Hanzo fancies himself skilled in the art of speech and deal-making, but you? You are his match. He’s mesmerised by your skill, impressed with how you’re playing him like a shamisen, and utterly taken with your confidence. You’re perfection and he must have you.

Magic is strong in his blood, making Hanzo perfectly capable of assuming a human visage and living with you as any other human husband would. When you’re out of the house on errands, he accompanies you with a stoic look on his face, a sneer on his lips at the human rabble as he passes them. When you’re busy working, Hanzo would be out securing his territory, patrolling and fighting off others to amuse himself in your absence. At night, he serves you as diligently as any loyal servant, caring for you and cooking foods that he has learned over the years that he has been alive. His father would be appalled at how submissive he is, but Hanzo now knows there is power in service.

For the first time in his life, Hanzo doesn’t need to posture and pretend when he is with you. You don’t care that he’s a demon, that he’s practically royalty, that he can easily kill you if he has a sudden change of heart. His line is as fickle as they are powerful – concubines upon concubines are the preference of the Shimada clan. For once, he has to earn the affection of someone outside of his clan and it’s intoxicating when you praise him and reward him for his efforts. For once, there is someone who can fulfil his substantial sexual appetite, heck, you’re probably more demanding than he is. And he loves it.

NSFW

Rope never holds Hanzo. Metal does nothing either. No, for him, you need special sutras to secure him in place. Ones that have been twisted into twine and pasted onto thick manacles are the only things that can hold him. They bind away his magical strength and make him as weak as a human, and stronger sutras turn his muscles to jelly and haze his consciousness, leaving him vulnerable to your every whim. 

The stamina of demons is legendary and Hanzo is no exception. He will cum as many times as you want, lasting long after his cock becomes sore and his ass feels gaped from how many times you fuck him. Sometimes he will curse his body as it fails him, trembling and shaking as he drags himself to your feet to kiss it, apologising that he can’t keep up with your desire to fuck. Other times, he will hold his orgasm for as long as you deem fit, his grey skin turning dark as he puts that hard-earned discipline to good use. He will cry and he will swear, but he will not cum without your permission.

Hanzo vastly prefers rough sex. The rougher you are, the harder he cums. He wants to battle, to fight, even in bed, and he will make you work for his submission. If he isn’t covered in bruises, scratches, bites, and bleeding by the end of the night, it wasn’t a good night. Likewise, he will leave his mark on you with passionate scratches and bites, smugly looking over his handiwork when you’re finally all fucked out and lying next to him in bed.

Despite his fangs, he has a bit of an oral fixation. He will explore you with his mouth and his lips over his hands, only using his bulky arms to help hold you in place as he eats you out. Hopefully, you won’t mind a bit of pain, because he often nicks you with his sharp fangs, grazing his teeth against your sodden pussy lips as he sticks his tongue in you as far as it can go. Oh, and it can go far. His tongue is thick and long, able to extend far beyond what should be possible and tickling your G-spot with ease. It’s taken him a long time of trial and error, but now he’s able to find it with unerring accuracy, driving you to your orgasm at a breathtaking pace. And when he eats you out, he always looks like he’s in bliss, looking like he can stay between your thighs for the rest of his life without complaint.

Holi otra vez c: I wanted to request something with how would Genji celebrate either his birthday or his s/o’s, something really fluffy. Scenarios or HC’s are up to you. Te quiero mucho, y espero te mantengas fuerte, estoy aquĂ­ para ti cuando me necesites :3c

my-love-goes-far:

Espero que esto te alegre al menos un poco el dia y tambiĂ©n te quiero mucho 💚 (decided to do this as Genji celebrating your birthday)

  • he’s probably more than excited to celebrate your birthday than you and he wants to make sure that you have a blast on your special day
  • weeks before your birthday, he will pay special attention to things that you fancy or things that you want so he can give them to you on your birthday (he tries to buy every single thing that you were interested on)
  • wants to make you a surprise party and he does all of the planning such as how the cake will look like, what snacks there will be, the guests, etc.
  • before it’s noon – the time of the party – he will want to spend time with you whichever way you want 
  • when it’‘s that time of the day, he takes you back home and he’s glad that you can’t see the huge grin on his face behind his face plate (Genji’s really bad at hiding being excited)
  • you both get back home and he literally yells ‘surprise’ louder then the people in the room (apologizes for startling you)
  • excitedly claps when you’re about to blow the candles to your cake while he sings ‘happy birthday’ with the other guests
  • lets you take your time to open your gifts because he loves seeing how you’re happily smiling  

imagine-this-overwatch:

Hybrid light-angst featuring kitty!Hanzo and kitty!Genji. Enjoy

You settle to eat at a cafe. It’s a little overcast outside, but you choose to eat outside since you rather liked the weather. Besides, the tables all had umbrellas in case it started to rain. You didn’t get anything too spectacular. Just a classic sandwich to get by.

You turn away from your plate just for a moment. You wanted to grab your phone so you could watch something while you eat. Suddenly, you hear the loud clanking of your plate and look to see your food was gone. In the corner of your eye, you see a man, a hybrid man, running from the scene. 

You immediately give chase, yelling at the thief to stop, but he only runs faster. It’s rather difficult for you to keep up. 

You see the hybrid duck into an alleyway, but when you follow, you can’t see him. It’s dark and there are dozens of garbage cans littered around the area. It was awfully quiet as well, so you tread cautiously in case anything tries to jump you.

You notice movement behind a dumpster. Carefully, you creep up to the scene and see the hybrid man who had stolen your food. He picks up on your presence and looks over his shoulder to hiss at you— typical of a feline hybrid. Still, he does not attack. He looks almost fearful, actually. Now that you have a closer look, you see just how thin he really looked. Eyes sunken in, dressed in rags, he was a real mess. That wasn’t the end of it, though. You follow the hybrid’s extended arm and see he was holding the food out to another feline hybrid who appeared to be in an even worse condition. He was extremely malnourished, was covered in old and new wounds, even had a missing arm and a leg that appeared to be old injuries given the stumps were scarred over. Despite the food being held out for him, the weak hybrid did not eat. He just
 stared out into space. You noticed his chest moving a bit as he breathed, so it was a relief to see he wasn’t already dead. It was also hard to tell given how poor of a state they were in, but you did notice that the two looked similar. You figure they must be related in some way,, and that would explain the stronger hybrid’s desire to put the other’s hunger over his own. 

Well, now you felt like kind of an asshole getting angry over a stupid sandwich. The hybrid did what he had to, you think. The weaker one appeared to be near death, so his companion was doing whatever he could to save him. Now, you wanted to help as well.

You lower your guard and try to make yourself as least threatening as possible. You tell the hybrid you’d like to help and take his weak companion to get some much needed medical care, but the hybrid was still extremely wary. You mention he can come along and stand guard, and you promise he can take his friend (sibling?) if he doesn’t feel safe. 

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You get the weak hybrid, whose name you learned to be Genji, to a nearby medical facility for immediate treatment. The other one, called Hanzo, is left with you so Genji could have a proper evaluation. Only when all the tests have been completed and treatment has been applied are you and Hanzo allowed to step in and stay with Genji. 

He was mostly unconscious for everything, so after being given fluids from an IV drip and proper warmth, he starts to come to and is a bit jarred by the change in environment. Hanzo, on the other hand, is all too happy to see his brother (yes you confirmed they are brothers) beginning to respond again. Genji was given a bit of food to nibble on and as he converses with his brother, the nurse approaches you to make a point of how close a call this was. A few hours too late and Genji would have been dead from undernourishment and dehydration. He’d still need to be watched carefully for a few days, but you really did play a hand in saving him.

The issue now is finding the two of them a home. Genji was clearly too injured to live on his own, and letting them back out into the streets could lead to this happening again. The nurses were aware of how Hanzo treated you before, so he may not be completely socialized, which would be a problem in finding adopters.

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You’d come to visit the two hybrids day after day. Genji was doing far better each time you saw him, and even Hanzo was starting to gain weight from the hearty meals he was given. You were the only one the hybrids really relaxed around, besides around each other that is. The two always thanked you for your kindness, and Hanzo apologized for his thievery. He promised to pay you back some day. The two brothers were really starting to grow on you, so without telling them, you signed the adoption papers. You continued visiting them as Genji recovered until the day of their discharge came. 

The two felines were at a loss for what was to come. They weren’t sure about being handed over to strangers, but after being so well taken care of, the streets didn’t sound very pleasant either. Then, you pulled up in your car. 

You took the weary brothers in your arms and told them the good news. They were going home with you, and you were going to do everything in your power to give them a better life, starting with getting some prosthetics for Genji. 

The hybrids couldn’t be any happier and eagerly hopped into your car to see their new home. 

And to think this all happened because you decided to eat out one day. Fancy that. 

YAYYYYYY!!! YOU DID IT!!1 Good story:) Good ending!

Your Broody Brood Ch 2

A prequel of how Reader met Shota Aizawa. Another one of the same featuring Hanzo will follow

It was because of your quirk that you met Shota Aizawa. Your quirk was empathy. You sensed people’s emotions, whether you wanted to or not. Most of the time, you could ignore it. People’s emotions stayed in their skulls and that was that. Sometimes, they leaked out like a gas and hung around people like a cloud.

You couldn’t work as a pro hero in the traditional sense. Instead, you got a career as a rare and prized therapist.

You didn’t know you were living next to the pro hero and U.A. teacher Eraser Head. You just knew when your neighbour in the apartment next door was home. It was obvious depression. You saw it at work all the time. It permeated their entire apartment as a dark cloud. You sensed the good underneath it. This person had heavy, tiring depression, but they were functioning. Especially since they left home so often.

You were intrigued by your neighbour. You spent time sitting with your back against one of your shared walls as if the proximity would sharpen your quirk. You sat against the wall with your dinner plate in one hand and utensil in the other, letting your neighbour’s depression settle on you like a raggedy, well-loved, and warm blanket. There was some comfort to be had in going down the black-as-night hole. Of wallowing in the sadness and the self-loathing.

Eventually, you had to meet them. Their depression probably surrounded them like a wall, keeping others out, but you were just the person to get past that.

You could only think of a cliche way to get to meet them. When you sensed them at home, you went next door, pretending to need a couple cups of rice.

Who met you was partially the kind of person you expect, a dishevelled and tired-looking man who looked like he left it too long to shave. Far from being repulsed by him, you were intrigued. Especially by the scar under his eye. You mentally tucked away the question of how he got it for later.

When you introduced yourself, he was forced to give you his name in return. Shota Aizawa. You could feel and see the annoyance that he was being disturbed by a stranger, but you also felt curiosity underneath it. You felt bad for peeking into his mind, but it was innocent enough, you thought.

“Oh, thank you!” you exclaimed when he handed you a plastic container of rice.

You smiled extra wide, because now you had an opportunity to see him again. You had to return the container, and therefore, got another opportunity to see him. You turned to leave, but Mr. Aizawa spoke up.

“You don’t seem the type to be out of such a thing.”

He stared at you, seemingly straight into your mind. He might have seen through your clever little scheme. Staring back, you decided he was the type who wouldn’t appreciate someone lying to him.

“Ahhh…no,” you admitted sheepishly. “I wanted to meet my neighbour who I’ve lived next to for a year and never seen.”

“Ahhh.” His expression didn’t change, but you felt like you got off the hook. “Take your time giving back the container.”

He shut the door.

You went back inside your apartment a little excited. And you thought…you’d seen this Mr. Aizawa before. You googled him and then gasped. He was Eraser Head! That’s so cool.

You glanced at the borrowed container of rice, and an idea came to you. You could return it filled with the best thing you could cook. Everyone appreciates free food.

tacticalvisor76:

a/n: i remembered that old blackwatch genji short’s i wrote not too long ago, decided to do a short little part four to it because, gosh darn it i love this man far too much. 

written with the genji of now though! also don’t worry, this was written with the intent of having missing information as to what happened between genji and the reader in blackwatch. 

part three

Genji never expected to see you again, holding the picture he took of you in secret near and dear to his heart, but here you are standing in front of him. Gun pointed at him, looking just as beautiful and as dangerous as you did in his memories. 

His heart started beating rapidly, almost as if it were trying to escape his chest, unable to stop the hand that reached for his chest through his metal plating, Genji couldn’t stop the small little cry that filtered its way through his voice synthesizer. 

The recognition in your eyes did not go unmissed by Genji, nor did the small waver from the hand holding the gun. Many things had changed since the two of you were in Blackwatch, where all Genji had felt was anger, a thirst for revenge, the pain of his body adjusting to its new form, and his self-hatred. 

At that moment you and he of Blackwatch were brought to the forefront of his mind. How you treated him like he was human, how he had pushed you away. How you had made sure he was comfortable with his body, and how he had craved to feel your touch again. How you had worked delicately, learning the places to slide a knife into his prototype body, never using this knowledge to harm him, only to help him. 

He was a fool, a damn fool for letting you go, for leaving things the way that he did. With bitterness and anger. Acting like a child, pushing you away without looking back to tell you why he did what he did. He never wanted to lose your warmth, your affection, your kindness, and love. 

He lost it all in one fell swoop that night he left. But now, maybe now he could right the wrongs he had sowed in the past and walk this new one with you once more. 

He just had to win, your gun versus his blade. To see if he had changed, to see if what he said was true, that he had changed, that he wanted to walk a newer and clearer path with you. 

He just had to win and with that thought in his mind, Genji would not allow himself to lose. He would not lose you again. Winning this battle would earn the newly recalled Overwatch a strong, and valuable ally. For Genji
 he would have a chance to start anew with you, and that put a smile on his face. 

[!] De verdad, nunca pensĂ© que harĂ­a esto, sobre todo por no molestarte… No me encuentro bien, acabo de reprobar varios examenes, y… Ya no puedo, siento que se me acaba la lucha. I just want someone to tell me I can get through this, that everything is going to be okay without putting more pressure on me… I’m just tired… I’m sorry

my-love-goes-far:

No tienes que disculparte y no te preocupes por mi porquĂ© yo estoy aqui porquĂ© quiero ayudar. Lo siento mucho por lo que estas pasando y crĂ©eme que sĂ© como te sientes. Espero que esto te ayude un poco al menos y si necesitas que escriba mas para ti, aquĂ­ estoy 💚💚

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“You can do this,” Genji expressed passionately at you, looking intensely at your eyes, not letting his eyes leave you. The ninja knew that you had been having not some very good days as of late and he hated to see you so defeated. If you needed encouragement, even if you hadn’t asked him to do it, Genji swore to himself that he would try to help you as best as he could.

He went to take a hold of your hands and softly squeezed them, rubbing at your knuckles.

“You’re stronger than you think you are I know you will get through this.” He saw as your eyes began to leave his eyes, a sad smile on your lips. Genji wouldn’t give up on you, not even in a million years, and he was determined to tell you everything you needed to be reminded about yourself. Placing a hand on your chin so that he could bring your face up once again, he softly smiled at you.

“I know you’re strong because you have endured many hardships. I know you can keep on going because of all of the hurdles that have been thrown at you and you have not let a single one stop you.” If words like these were the only way to help you in some way, he would do it as long as he needed to that smile of yours and that shine on your eyes. Letting go of your hand and chin, Genji went to take you in his arms, giving the top of your head a small peck. He leaned his head into yours and swayed you from one side to the other.

“Everything will be alright. Even if it may seem that it’s the end of the world, just remember that you’re stronger than you think you are and I’m always here to for you. I will always believe in you.”            

darklayra:

Quarrel and truce.

“Baby, please”

Knocking, knocking, knocking

“Open the door.

“I 
 forgive me. I didn’t mean to yell at you just
I’m just really scared. I’m afraid that if you go with me to this building, then you no matter what happen and I” At his words All Might had my hands in a fist”

“I won’t have time to save you. I know you’re very worried about me, but I promise you. I’ll be back in one piece.”

He put his hands on the door.

“I love you very much, y/n. And please forgive me again”

In a few minutes you will come out of your little shelter falling into the arms of his beloved hero.

shes-claws-deep:

You know that one thing where, when you raise your arms, your shirt rides up and you can see a sliver of flesh between your waistband and the hem of your shirt? Or when, if you wear a skirt and raise your arms, the hem of your skirt rides up? Hanzo is weak for that. So so so weak. 

He’ll try to resist staring at you but his attention will be glued to that little show of skin until you tug your shirt/skirt back down. Licks his lips and thinks about running his tongue over that peek of skin, tasting the clean scent of you and enjoying the softness of your belly. Maybe even trailing over to your hip and kissing your hip bone if you let him. 

Oh shit, is he drooling? No. No, he’s not drooling, you’re mistaken. He quickly wipes his chin and stalks off, face flushed and body stiff as he runs away to drown in shame
and lustful thoughts.