Just a small drabble as a thank you to the Secret Santa who commissioned this lovely picture of Reaper for me from @jiseruu . 

FYI, this is something small and clean. No smut...this time. 

“How about it, cariño,” came Gabriel’s gruff voice from behind, making you pause mid-step and turn around to face him. The Blackwatch Commander stood a few feet away, holding the mistletoe over his head with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, perfectly complimenting the shit-eating grin that he reserved only for you. “So?” His eyebrow quirked up when you let out a snort.

You both knew that it was against the rules for higher-ups to date their subordinates. However, Gabriel wasn’t technically your boyfriend, but his charming demeanor was slowly wearing you down to want to break the rules. There had been too many times when the witty banter and flirting being tossed back and forth between you two had made many agents; specifically, McCree, wish that the rule wasn’t there, to begin with. Still, even though you were under Jack's watch, Gabriel was a commanding officer, so neither one of you had ever taken it more than verbal.

“Not a chance, Reyes,” you said, fighting back a blush as you shot him your own playful grin. “Plus, the last time I checked we both have to be under the mistletoe for it to count.”

Gabriel feigned disappointment for about half a second before taking a stepping closer to you. Only stopping when you were forced to tilt your head back to look up at him. He dangled the small red and green plant above him as the sly arch of his eyebrow returned. “Y ahorra?”

Letting out a small huff of air, you looked around to the empty hallway to make sure no one was around and stood on your tiptoes until your lips were centimeters from his. Gabriel stood as still as a statue, chocolate brown eyes staring straight into yours as another smirk spread across your face when you heard the sound of his breath hitch.

“You know the rules, Commander,” you said, quickly turning your face to give him a peck on the cheek instead before planting your feet back on the ground. “No fraternizing with the help.”

He didn’t bother trying to hide the disappointment in his voice as he growled out his displeasure, “Me estás probando la pacencia, niña.” Sneering, he crossed his arms and glared down at you, the mistletoe now crushed between his fingers.

Letting out another laugh, you swiveled around to continue on your previous mission to Jack’s office. However, as you sauntered away, you couldn’t help the temptation to look behind you and flashed him an innocent smile as you caught his gaze wandering on your backside. “Besides,” you called out, winking when his eyes met yours. “Wouldn’t want to give you your Christmas present too early.”

Translations:

Y ahorra? = Now?

Oh definitely, you know those possessive sociopathic assholes don’t care how ridiculous you look, they want to make sure that everyone knows you belong to them.

Dark!Hanzo:

On the rare occasions that you’re allowed to leave the castle, yes, he most definitely will have you carry around those two dragons.

We’re not talking about cute little noodle dragons that you can pass off as toys or scarfs.

No, they’re both about the sizes of Great Danes just following you around, hissing at anyone who tries to come close.

If someone's gaze lingers a little too long you, they’re ready to pounce at a moments notice.

Also, anything and anyone that you interact with that isn’t them get reported back to Hanzo, so expect to be punished for smiling a little longer than you were supposed to at the cute cashier.

“Did you have a good time acting like a whore?” Hanzo says, rubbing the red welts on your ass, making you flinch as you lay across his lap. “Maybe next time you won’t be so eager to spread your legs for the common folk.”

Dark!McCree:

Jesse will leave you his sarape if he knows he’ll be gone longer than an hour, wanting to make sure that you won’t forget him anytime soon.

Hell, there’s even been some occasions when he’s left you his hat.

Yes, he expects you to wear it, it doesn’t matter to him how ridiculous you look, people have to know that you’re taken.

You hate the fact that he has his fellow Blackwatch friends keeping tabs on you, taking pictures of you walking through the halls throughout the day to make sure you’re wearing it.

So, don’t be surprised if you receive a surprise phone call from McCree if you happen to be caught not without the familiar cloth around your shoulders.

“Darlin,” Jesse drawled through the other side of the phone. You fought the temptation to roll your eyes, knowing that someone might send him a picture of that too. “It’s funny how you conveniently forget to do these small favors for me. Just like how I conveniently forget not to share those videos of you on your knees to the whole organization.”

Dark!Reaper:

Even though you’re never allowed to leave his room, he still likes to leave you behind wearing something of his from days past, a beanie.

Although you admit to yourself that is warm and soft, the fact that your captor purrs with happiness when seeing you wear it, makes you cringe.

While he’s gone, he demands constant updates from you, preferably pictures, with you wearing nothing but the hat.

You’ve quickly learned that it’s better to do as he says, whether he’s in the room or out on a mission.

But don’t worry, Reaper can’t wait to get home and surround you with more than just his hat.

First, let me thank you for being so patient with me while I got these out! I love your asks, and I’m sorry these took so long to answer. I wanted to do it for all the guys, but I hit a mini roadblock in my head. 

But I hope you like what I have!

Dark!Doomfist

Akande is the type of father who loves to show off the accomplishments of all his children.

He’ll make sure to get his children involved in all types of advanced courses and sports.

Praises them every chance he gets.

They’ll never go without their father’s attention.

Of course, you’ll be the devoted stay-at-home wife raising the kids.

You would never think about telling them the monster that their father becomes when they go to bed.

You couldn’t imagine every breaking their hearts, plus you have a feeling the Akande would turn your children on you if you tried.

Dark!Gabriel

Coming from a big family himself, he expects you to give him the same.

You were against it at first, never wanting a child to begin with but you don’t have much say in the matter when you find out that you’re pregnant with twins.

They’re identical twins boys, who look like miniature versions of their father, with the same temperament as well.

However much you hate their father, you grow to love them, telling them every day and how you adore having them in your life.

Gabriel will berate you in front of them when they're younger, a broad smile on his face, so they never think anything is wrong. But once they begin to talk, he has to stop since they repeat everything he says.

He is very involved in their activities and schooling though, making sure that their homework is complete before sending them off to bed. He makes sure they’re fast asleep before he returns to the bedroom, so they don’t have to hear the muffled screams that ring out throughout the night.

Dark!Hanzo

He is very much the stern father that you believed he would be.

The children would never want for anything, but he does make them earn his respect.

Plus, as leader of the Shimada clan, it’s only reasonable that they idolize him.

When they’re younger, it’s easy for Hanzo to make the children favor him more than you.

He enjoys the way he can see your heartbreak every time they choose to hang out with him instead of you, their boring mother who never leaves the castle grounds.

Hanzo would never talk badly or strike you in front of them, but they can see from the way you react to their father that not everything is at it seems.

However, as they get older, they get curious and begin asking questions on why you’re never allowed to leave the estate without their father and how you got certain scars on your body.

Hanzo is quick to tell them how you lived a life of recklessness before they came into the world.

You can only smile sadly as you hold your youngest child in your lap, while their father tells them tales about how you loved to antagonize the dragons by continually disobeying them, and if they didn’t want to end up like you that they should listen to their elders.

Dark!McCree

As much as you despise the man, even you have to admit the fact that you couldn’t have asked for a better father for your children.

Jesse’s a great dad. The best kind of dad.

He’s the type of dad who loves spending time with his children and playing catch with them.

The fact that he’s dressed as a cowboy doesn’t even phase the kids. Instead, they beg for their own Stetson boots and hats.

Granted, they don’t have to beg too hard because Jesse is more than happy at the fact that they take after him, much to your dismay.

Jesse would give them the moon if they asked for it and he’d be willing to provide you with the same if only your eyes didn’t betray your hatred of him anytime the two of you were alone.

Still, he musters through it, preferring to teach you a lesson or two behind closed doors.

He still drinks his whiskey, and on his bad days, you send the children to their rooms so you can deal with daddy.

Sorry for the lack of updates this weekend, I was actually on my period and wasn’t in the mood to write. I just wanted to lay in bed, watch Friends, play some Metal Gear, and Overwatch. However, I really wanted to answer these two as soon as possible, so enjoy!!!

Dark!Reaper:

To him, there's nothing like waking up to the scent of blood in the morning, especially when it’s yours.

It makes no difference to him on whether or not you’re awake because as soon as he realizes that you’re on your period, he’ll waste no time diving between your legs.

There’s no use in trying to stop him as he greedily laps up the red liquid.

Reaper refuses to let a drop of you go to waste, not caring if the blood is dirty or not.

In fact, for him, it tastes even sweeter that way. It’s a treat that doesn’t come that often.

He’ll make you come several times before he even thinks about pulling away.

Even then, he’ll slowly kiss up your slit, stomach, and chest; leaving trails of crimson over your skin before stopping at your cheeks.

You gag at the scent of your blood, and he emits a cruel laugh, the red painting his teeth match his eyes as he stares down at you.

“Amor,” he practically purrs as he licks his lips, “I love it when you make me breakfast in bed.”

Dark!McCree:

It’s not that he hates it when you get your period, it’s that he hates the fact that means you aren’t pregnant.

He couldn’t give a shit about your cramps either, preferring to tell you how you deserve it.

However, as the day goes on and he sees how uncomfortable you are, he decides to ease up on your torment.

Jesse will waste no time as all to push you on your back admiring the look of your flushed body before spreading your legs.

He gives a low whistle as he stares at your sex, admiring the deep red that coats your outer folds.

You have little time to brace yourself before he thrusts himself inside you in one smooth motion.

The blood coating your walls is a perfect lubricant for his thick cock as he sets a fervent and fast pace.

He glances down between your bodies and loudly moans your name while watching his shaft continuously disappear into a sea of red.

His grip on your hips is painful, but at least it distracts from the cramps, and it isn’t long before his pumps turn shallow, and he spills himself inside you.

Thank you, boo!!! And same tho? 😤 😩😩

You can feel the coolness of his skin through the leather gloves as they wrap around your neck. Even though he’s currently pounding you into the mattress, the way his crimson eyes stare back at yours has a chill running through your body. He slams into you even harder than before, and you wheeze as your air supply is slowly being cut off. Your hands tug at his wrists, trying to pull him away, but instead, he retaliates by squeezing tighter.

“Beg for it, marrana,” Reaper demands, pace increasing with every thrust, and you don’t know what’s louder, the sound of his grunts or your heart slowly beating in your ear. Words fail to leave your mouth as he relentlessly fucks you and now you begin to panic as darkness clouds for your vision. “Do it!”

Dark!Jesse:

He’d be completely bummed and disappointed, but he’d understand.

To make up for the lack of sex, he'd make sure that all your needs are met.

Practically carries you everywhere, whether it’s the kitchen or the bathroom, your feet rarely touch the floor.

Speaking of bathrooms, he’ll bathe you as well, much to your dismay.

Although he won’t hurt you while pregnant, his grip on your arm as you wriggle away from him, warns you that you’re still supposed to obey him.

He knows the doctor said “no sex” but that only means penetration right?

Almost every night he’ll still be between your legs, eating you out to his heart’s content.

You’ll beg him to stop after your 4th orgasm, but he’s relentless.

“Ya know, this is your fault, darlin,” he says while finally lifting his head a bit to look up at you, “You just taste so damn good when you’re knocked up.”

Dark!Hanzo:

He’s a little disappointed that he won’t be able to have sex with you, but he’ll never show it.

Puts out an immediate order for guards to watch your door and a maid on hand 24/7.

Any and all needs you are immediately taken care of, and I’m talking about anything and everything. Whatever craving you have, Hanzo's on it. Need your feet rubbed because they’re swollen? He’s got someone on that ASAP.

He demands that you are never to be out of someone’s sight and if he catches you out of bed walking to the restroom, he’ll punish whoever was supposed to be watching you.

You think this is too much and feel more stressed out than before and he notices that as well.

At the end of the night, he’ll order everyone to leave so it will just be the two of you and suddenly you wish that everyone was back.

“Don’t worry, pet,” he says, your legs on his shoulders and his mouth close to your warmth. “I’ll make sure to relieve your tension.”

Dark!Jack Morrison:

Perfect. On bedrest is where Jack would prefer you to be, that way he can keep a constant eye on you.

He knows you can’t escape and if you tried, he wouldn’t hesitate to secure you to the bed to make sure you can’t get up without his help.

Loves running his hands all along your stomach, feeling your child growing inside.

Keeps asking you if you think they’ll be a boy or a girl and you have to try and grin through the disgust growing in the pit of your stomach when answering him.

Even though you can’t have penetrative sex, his cock would be tracing the outline of your mouth as soon as he’s home.

If you’re asleep, it’s even better for him. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve woken up to his cock halfway down your throat.

“Shh...it’s okay, sweetheart,” he groans out, one hand reaching out to pet your hair as he slides further down your throat, relishing in the feeling of you struggling beneath him, “Daddy’s home.”

Dark!Gabriel Reyes:

Not a fucking problem.

Won’t hesitate to cuff you immediately to the bed.

Even though you beg and plead that you’ll be a good girl and won’t try to run again, he’s not having it.

Like all the other guys, he’ll also make sure that you never want for anything.

His favorite thing to do when he gets home from work is to settle in between your legs and lay his head on your stomach, hearing the heartbeat of the child inside.

Sometimes if he comes back in a particularly good mood, he’ll let you out of the cuffs and carry you to the living room so you can have a change of scenery.

But on the days that he comes back in a bad mood, he’ll slam the door to the room shut before approaching you.

The fear in your eyes as he crawls between your legs spurs him on, and he only stops when he feels the heat of your mound on his mouth.

M’lord, theeeeeeese were supposed to headcanooooooooooons!!

Jesse McCree:

Jesse wouldn’t stop asking questions and pacing the entire time you were in labor; the doctor almost threw him out. Luckily, the delivery went off without a hitch, your screaming daughter joining the world after one final push. The nurses were quick to wrap her pink blanket and hand her over to you.

She had a mess of brown hair sitting atop her head already, courtesy of her father, her eyes wide as she took in her surroundings.

Even though he was right next to you, Jesse hadn’t said a peep since she was born, and you only remembered he was there when you heard his breath catch in his throat as their eyes locked onto each other. Although you were hesitant, you turned to him and asked if he would like to hold her.

That seemed to snap him out of his daze, and he swallowed thickly before nodding. As much as you disliked him for what he’d done to you, even you couldn’t help find his nervousness adorable.

You hand her over to him, and he gently cradles her with his metal arm, his other hand runs a finger gently along her red puffy face. She instinctively reaches out to grab it and succeeds, quickly bringing up to her mouth to try and suckle, only to start crying when nothing gave.

“She’s the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, voice slightly cracking, when she wriggles in his hold, letting out angry snorts. He chuckles softly at her, and she responds by tightening the grip on his finger. “Hm, she’s strong too.”

He rocks her for a bit, but she seemed insistent on trying to milk his finger as she moved it to her mouth again. “Hungry little fella, ain’t ya?”

“She gets that from you,” you tease while he hands you back to her so she could feed.

“Ya did such a good job, darlin’,” he says, petting the brunette child in your arms.

You respond with a hum and a nod, wincing when she latched on and quickly bit down, “Ow!”

“Though I gotta say,” Jesse said, smiling as he ran a thumb along her chubby cheeks, “It was so much fun making this one, I can’t wait to start on the rest.”

Hanzo Shimada:

Though no one could tell it from the serene look on his face as he let you hold his hand through another contraction, Hanzo Shimada was a nervous wreck. It as if the newest member of the Shimada clan was all too eager to send him to an early grave when your water broke two weeks early.

You tried to breathe through the contractions, remembering the labor classes Hanzo had made you take, but it barely felt like it was working. Tossing your head back, you gave one last push, and before you knew it, Kosuke entered the world. He was quiet, only letting out a small wail before the doctor gave him to the nurses.

Finally letting go of Hanzo’s hand, he stood and walked over to the nurses to observe them, saying nothing as they called out his vitals and measurements. You almost felt sorry for them as you took this time to let yourself relax after the doctor cleaned you up.

At one point, Kosuke did let out a tiny grunt when they turned him over, and you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped when Hanzo shot them a glare. You smiled as the nurses handed him over to you; Hanzo at her heels, watching her every moment.

“Would you like to hold him?” you asked, patting the spot next to you. He took the invitation and sat down; his body turned towards yours.

“You did an exceptional job, pet,” Hanzo said while taking the child, his arm glowing blue, announcing the appearance of the dragons. They quickly swirl around Kosuke, making their assessment of him and chittering among one another.

Kosuke is silent as he watches them and even tries to reach out to grab them. Fortunately, they’re too quick for him, and his face scrunches in displeasure. Slowly, his silence is replaced by whimpers as they continue to evade him, and soon his tiny hands are balled into little fists, before letting out a loud wail.

The dragons quickly panic at the sounds of his screams and disappear back into Hanzo’s arm, making the two of you deal with the aftermath. Hanzo tries to shush him and rocks to calm him down, but it’s no use. However, you let another laugh escape while watching Hanzo’s brow scrunched up in worry at your son.

His eyes are quick to meet yours, and the displeasure at your reaction is evident in his voice as he speaks, “What’s so funny?”

“It’s just that the two of you make the same face when you’re upset,” you say, watching Kosuke turn even more of a beet color while screaming. You hold out your arms to take him.  

The comment makes him smile, and it’s hard for your heart not to skip a beat as you look at him. Once Kosuke is back in your arms, his cries stop almost immediately as you smile down at him.

“He’s so perfect,” you whisper as you place a kiss on his forehead. And to you he was. Kosuke was completely worth the hell that Hanzo had put you through for all those months. He was more than you could have ever asked for.

“You know, with Kosuke here, at least I won’t be so lonely when you’re out for business,” you say, turning to Hanzo only to see that he’s no longer looking at the two of you. Instead, he’s looking to the side, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. You’ve never seen him like this before, and it worries you slightly. Placing a hand on his you ask, “Is everything alright?”

He clears his throat before speaking, dark eyes locking onto yours. “It’s nothing, pet,” he says, squeezing your hand before pulling it away to cup your face. “I was just thinking on how good of a mother you’ll be.”

You smile back and lean into his touch. Hanzo rewards you with another smile before leaning down to take your lips in a kiss. It’s gradual at first until his tongue swipes along the seam of your mouth, demanding entrance. You obediently open for him, and he groans when your tongue slips into his instead. His hand moves to the back of your head and pulls you deeper into the kiss.

Suddenly, a sharp cry rang out, and the two of you are reminded of the fussy child in your arms. You reluctantly pulled away first and looked down towards Kosuke, leaving Hanzo to lick the remaining taste of you off his lips before joining the two of you as well.

A sad smile crosses his face as he watched you nurse him. Knowing full well that once you left the hospital, Kosuke would be taken from you. Still, he said nothing. Opting to enjoy the only small bought of happiness that you would have until you gave him another child.

Gabriel Reyes:

“It’s okay, jefe,” McCree said when he heard the Blackwatch Commander let out another huff in annoyance. “She’ll be fine. Good old’ Angela’s in charge of her.”

The delivery had gotten complicated, and Angela had made anyone who didn’t have a medical degree leave the room. Gabriel had been extremely reluctant to go until you assured him for the thousandth time that you’d be okay.

Since then, he’d spent the last 10 minutes pacing outside the door of the delivery room, only stopping whenever he’d hear you scream from inside. He couldn’t help but think how similar it sounded whenever you’d beg him to stop, and if he wasn’t so worried, he might have felt guilty.

Gabriel grew even more impatient as the seconds ticked, eventually getting tired of Jesse's constant reassurances, ordering him to go down to the cafeteria and get him some coffee instead. Jesse let out a heavy sigh and obliged him, putting on his hat as he walked away, leaving his boss to pace some more.

Soon after, the sounds of a screaming child echoed in the other room, and Gabriel stopped in his tracks. He held his breath, heart beating loudly in his ears as he turned towards the door. It felt like an eternity passed before Angela opened the door, greeting him with a smile.

“Congratulations, Gabriel,” she said stepping back to let him in. “It’s a girl!”

He exhaled loudly before his face broke out into a huge grin. Even though he’d just been pacing the floor non-stop, his feet still felt like lead as he walked into the room. Even laying there covered in sweat, face flushed from the delivery, you managed to smile at him as he slowly approached.

He didn’t deserve you, he thought. After, everything that he’d put you through and what he would put you through, you still managed to smile for him.

Finally, he reached your bedside and crouched beside you. “Esta bella,” he said, swallowing as his daughter's dark eyes stared at him. “She looks just like you.”

“She has your eyes though,” you say, smiling as she loudly yawns before returning to squirming her eyes out of the blanket. “Would you like to hold her?” you suddenly ask, catching Gabriel off guard.

He nods in return and holds out his arms as you pass her over. She whimpers and pouts as soon as she’s exchanged, not at all liking being passed around.

“Shh. You’re okay, cielito,” Gabriel coos, smiling down while she continues pouting. “She’s got some fire in her.”

“Hm,” you say, wincing as you reposition yourself. The drugs must be wearing off because suddenly you begin to feel more pain than before. “She gets that from you.”

He doesn’t bother to look at you when he responds; eyes transfixed on his pride and joy. “You’re with me, cariño. I think she gets that resilience from you.”

Your smile disappears almost as quickly as the medication in your system when he says that. His soft Spanish phrases fade into the background when you realize that now you’re stuck with him as if you weren’t before.

He turns to you just in time to watch you wipe away a tear. His features turn from happy to concern in seconds, and he takes a seat next to you. “Que te pasa?” he asks while rocking your child.

Sniffling, you shake your head and answer, “Nothing.” He reaches out and places a hand on your thigh, squeezing tightly. You hold back a whimper. “It’s nothing bad. It’s just-just tears of happiness.” Satisfied with your response, he broke into a smile again, and a dark cloud that you hadn’t even realized was there lifted.

Swallowing loudly, you placed your small hand over his large one, your thumb rubbing circles over his dark skin.  “I was just thinking about how we’re a real family now,” you say, looking at your daughter, and laughed as she made a small screeching noise before sucking on her hand.

“I guess she’s hungry,” Gabriel says as he hands her back to you, watching with interest as you pull your robe down to feed her.

Suddenly, he pulled you both against him into a hug a tight hug, making you freeze in place. He placed kisses up and down your head, murmuring words of praises and silent thanks in between before pulling away to rest his forehead and against yours.

Awww anon, I’m sorry. I know how you feel. It’s been a rough week for me as well. Plus, I too, would like nothing more than to come home and find Reaper waiting for me.

Reaper would hide in the shadows, saying nothing as he watches you undress. 

You stretch your arms above your head before taking off your shirt, bra following shortly after.  He grins wickedly behind his mask as he watches your nipples quickly harden due to the cold air in the room.

It’s practically torture for him as you slowly unbutton your pants and he has to restrain himself from taking you right then and there when you pull down your pants and underwear together.

Finally, you walk over to the bathroom, turning on the light, only to scream when you see him behind you in the mirror’s reflection. He quickly covers your mouth with one clawed hand, the tips his sharp nails digging into the soft flesh of your face. 

You begin to cry as drops of blood make their way down your cheeks along with your tears. His other hand comes around to cup at a breast, squeezing it roughly to draw another noise out of you.