Imagine trying to hold hands with Genji but the joints of his fingers accidentally pinch you when he closes them. 😩
Excellent. I love it. Eventually instead of holding hands you start pressing your palms together. But it becomes so much more intimate than hand holding. You do it to greet each other or say goodbye, to wish each other luck or just say “I’m here; I love you” when one of you is having a bad day.
Hanzo is very polite and business oriented. There will be very minimal affection from him. He uses his wealth and success to impress others, so he’s a very good candidate to take home to your parents.
HOW DARE–I’m in the middle of finishing up this chapter for my fic and you just!!!
“Thank you, I think because of you, I won’t have to worry about my parents bugging me for a long while.” You chuckle to yourself at the memory of your parents, slack-jawed and blown away by the gentleman persona Hanzo was so perfectly adept at portraying. Even you were at a loss, unable to help yourself from turning red whenever he so casually mentions trips that you didn’t take together or detailed the plans for a future that would never exist beyond his spoken imagination.
The memories of him saying things like, “I would not mind being married anywhere so long as I may have you to myself,” is enough to keep you sinfully warm in this chilly weather.
He laughs, a little subdued now that he’s had some wine and food in him. “Yes, they seem to have found my performance quite adequate. You did quite well yourself. I would not have minded having actually met you through…what was it again, ‘getting drunk and asking you to bring me home’.”
Something curdles inside you at that word: performance, but you force yourself to turn away from that and laugh at the terrible excuse you had thrown at your parents. “It was the best I could do! We didn’t have time to think of a cover story.”
“It was a good cover story, I assure you,” he says mirthfully, giving you a comforting pat on the shoulder.
“Yeah. This was a good night.” You take in the crisp air and look up at the silvery, stooping moon. “Thanks,” you say again, “I had a lot of fun tonight.”
“A pleasure.”
It really was. The night went off perfectly, and you couldn’t really ask for anything more, except…
“Hey, Hanzo?” You fidget for a moment and look up at his sharp features, a little bashful and a little bit thrilled. “Could I
—
could I have a hug before we go? For memories’ sake?”
He seems surprised at that and hesitates for a moment; a first since you’ve met him late yesterday.
You arms lower just a touch, disappointment weighing them and you down.
You cringe. Please don’t let it be that. Please let this night end with a pleasant memory.
“Sorry, guess that’s beyond our rules, huh?”
“No. I
—
” He looks around, searching for something like an answer before he takes in a breath and looks up at you from his bowed head, seeming a little less confident and more human than the perfect boyfriend he’s been paid to be all evening.
“I truly enjoyed tonight. If it’s all right with you, I would not…object to making this more”
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he takes a dramatic pause, tilting a sly yet somehow abashed smile at you that makes something in your stomach flutter warmly —
Doing things on the blog is still so difficult right now but I did a thing. -Knight
Winter Holiday headcannons with Lucio
⊙ Lucio is the type to go all out for the winter holidays. Expect to see him rolling around in ugly sweaters singing carols.
⊙ Lucio adores the colder weather because it gives him all the more reason to cuddle up to you. Loves to snuggle with you on the couch and watch movies on cold nights.
⊙ Always excited for snowy weather. First snowball fight of the year here he comes.
⊙ Lucio gives incredibly thoughtful gifts. Last year he gave you a scrapbook of all the wonderful moments you’ve shared.
⊙ The type to seek out and drink that last packet of hot cocoa you hid in the back of the cabinet. Truly a hot chocolate fiend. He always replaces it later though.
Hybrid!Hanzo is a biter, even when he bonds with you. He likes it when you pet him, but when the pleasure gets too intense he just bites your hand. Not too hard though. Just a love bite, a bit play fighting even.
When he’s feeling particularly playful, he’ll nip at you if you so much as bring your hand close to pet him.
Hanzo never found any issue with biting you. Not when he was first brought into your home, not now after so long.
It’s a code of sorts. It’s a sort of trust, one unspoken and almost intrinsically given now. He could tear the flesh off your hand, make you bleed, or force you away like he did when he was first adopted by you, but now it serves as a lukewarm warning, mellowed by time and patience. It’s almost a jest, a game, a secret between you both–he’d never hurt you. He could, but why would he?
Laying down beside you on the couch as you both watched some holiday special, he scoffs at his past self: foolish for having doubted you, for having bared his fangs and claws. He stifles a yawn and flicks his ears back, trying to enjoy the moment.
The constant, absent-minded petting at his scalp, however, pulls at something inside him. What was once comfortable is now becoming irritating, overly stimulating.
Maybe he is more tired than he expected or he lost control–not that he would ever admit that–but when he turns to bite at your hand as usual, he’s surprised to hear you gasp. The hand in his mouth is yanked away and in his mouth, the taste of copper floods his senses like a raging river.
Adrenaline rushes through him.
Fight.
There is prey to be had.
The is blood to be spilled.
But he shakes his head violently, his ears laying flat as he eyes the wounds–barely there–on your hand. The syrupy warm yet sharp sensation of guilt floods his gut and he tries not to wince. He almost doesn’t want to look up at your face, but his eyes flick up anyway. Just in case.
You’re pouting, holding your hand against your chest.
“Hanzo.”
His ears flatten more against his head as he sits up. You sound so disappointed. So much for trust. “Apologies. I–”
You hold out your hand, a determined look on your face. Whether it’s relief that replaces the grimy feeling inside or something else, he doesn’t quite know, but he does understand that you’re not mad. At least, not quite.
Begrudgingly, he licks your hand. Once.
And you smile at him, giving his head a pat and he clenches his jaws. “Keep the couch warm, I’m going to get a bandage, okay?”
He nips at the air in affirmation, careful to do it away from the offending appendage and lies down in your spot when you get up. He rubs his hands over his face, a little exhausted from the brief exchange.
I was just thinking that Hanzo would be the kind of dude to let go of his manscaping ever since he left the Shimada clan. Like he’d groom his beard and hair but everything under the belt? He kinda let go of that.
The first time you fuck him you find his cock standing straight up from a respectable bush of pubic hair, and while you fuck him until you’re both drooling and a mess, you tell him that he’ll have to do some trimming and manscaping before you touch his cock and balls again.
Hanzo pouts and tries to obey, but it honestly looks all over the place and more than a little bit unsightly, so you decide to take matters into your own hands. That’s how Hanzo finds himself sitting on a towel covered plastic chair in front of you as you wield a razor and shaving cream with a bowl of water by your side.
He’s completely nude, his face flushed and his nipples perked because of how exposed he feels. He’s never been in this situation before; not with his knees wide open to accommodate you between them, your face just slightly above his half hard cock. There’s no way he can get completely hard, or so he thinks.
You wave the razor at him and instruct him to keep his legs still while you spread the cream around. It’s cold and a really odd sensation on his tender crotch, but he just shivers through it as you get a nice, thick coating around the base of his cock and on his balls.
“Ready?”
Hanzo nods, mute with his heart in his throat.
A grin spreads across your face at his speechlessness. So cute. Shaving his pubes around his crotch goes quickly enough; you want to get him nice and bald and smooth so you can control his manscaping. One hand angles his limp cock around every now and then, stretching the skin so you can get to all the rampant hair that’s covering his crotch.
It shouldn’t be erotic. You shaving him with his balls and ass exposed to you shouldn’t be erotic. But Hanzo can’t help but gulp and start to pant with his teeth tightly gritted to stop his cock from hardening.
You laugh, flicking the head of his uncut cock with your cream-slick finger. “Don’t get hard, Hanzo. It’ll make this a lot harder.”
“I can’t stop it,” he grunts, forcing himself to relax in an attempt to stop the inflation of his erection.
“Hmm,” you hum and clean the razor off in the bucket. “Eh, I’ll just train you to have better control.”
The threat within a promise makes him shiver and clutch at the bottom of his thighs, his abs rolling and his cock twitching at your tone. You sigh at him and tut, shaking your head, instead moving on to his balls instead of chastising him further. Well, at least an erection would help you here. It would take too much attention to keep pinning his cock up and out of the way.
“Get hard now, Hanzo,” you instruct him with a calm tone. The archer obliges with a strangled moan, his hands pulling his thighs up and out a little bit so you can get right into the nooks and crannies of his balls. You pat his thigh with a smile, praising him for his obedience even though you know it wasn’t really much of a difficulty for him to get hard.
His balls, like his cock, clench erratically as you slide the razor over his most vulnerable bits.
“Stop moving.”
“I cannot-!”
A slap is delivered to his inner thigh, eyes glaring up at him as you clean the razor off again. “If you don’t stop moving, I might cut you by accident. Do you want that?”
Silence. Then his cock does a fat twitch towards his stomach, a clear bead of pre-cum forming at his tip.
“Oh, you kinky bastard.” You laugh at him and continue to shave his balls, lifting it up so you can get to the skin under them, once again ignoring his fidgeting. “I’ll keep that in mind. But for now, seriously, don’t move.”
Hanzo grumbles under his breath but holds as still as he can, his breath hitching as you place your free hand on his ass cheek so you can pull the skin taut once again.
By the time you clean up around his balls with a wet rag, Hanzo is breathing heavily with a bright blush on his face. His eyes are fully dilated, his hands tightly gripping the underside of his thighs to try and retain some of his control. You smile at the state he’s in; he’s far too cute like this, but you really need to get to his asshole.
“Turn around and brace your chest on the chair.”
Hanzo obeys with shaky legs, barely able to slide off the chair and hug the seat without falling over. He widens his knees, stabilising himself as you tug and push him into a position to your liking. By the time you’re ready to start on his asshole, you have Hanzo on his feet instead, his stance obscenely wide and his hands pulling his ass cheeks apart. His face, flat on the wet towel, reddens further until he looks like he could cook an egg on his cheeks.
“This-this is obscene!” Hanzo gasps at you, his fingers readjusting on his ass cheeks when you apply copious amounts of shaving cream. “Surely this isn’t necessary-!”
A quick slap to the seat of his thighs interrupts him. “I decide what is necessary,” you huff at him, pinching his ass cheek as you start delicately shaving away the hair on his perineum and around his asshole.
At the first touch of the razor on the crease of his ass, Hanzo gasps wetly, whimpering quietly as he feels it glide over ultra-sensitive skin and even bump against the tight star of his asshole. Here, he stays utterly still, not even breathing until he hears you cleaning the razor off in the bucket. His cock starts leaking beneath him, dripping lewdly onto the floor in tight strings as you shave and wipe away the cream, apply the cream and start shaving another spot.
His legs tremble ever so slightly, his thighs shaking as they feel the strain of the odd position. But still he keeps his knees locked, dead set on staying here until you’re done. You’re right, he really doesn’t want to get cut here. Luckily, you’re done within a few minutes, wiping away the cream from his now squeaky clean ass and cock and balls with a satisfied hum.
“There, all clean,” you coo at his baby soft skin, tracing it with a finger. Hanzo lets out a startled moan when your finger caresses the freshly shaved skin, muscles trembling when he realises that it enhances his sensitivity to incredible levels.
“I-I-ah!” He whimpers, fingers clenching tight on his ass cheeks to keep them spread open despite the humiliation coursing through him.
“Sensitive?”
Hanzo nods quickly, blushing again when he feels you blow over his exposed asshole. He only faintly hears you murmur “good” before his mind is overtaken with intense pleasure, before the only thing he feels is you sucking his balls into your mouth, your tongue whirling and swirling over the tender skin. “A-Aaah!” Moans tumble out of his mouth, wet pants and needy whimpers joining them when you start stroking his ultra hard cock with one hand, while the other plays with his asshole, swirling over the tight bud and pressing gently into it.
He must have been teetering on the edge for a while without knowing it because when you lick a line up his twitching and throbbing cock, he cums with a startled and embarrassed cry. His knees finally buckle and he drops down into a crumpled slump, hips thrusting back and forth gently as cum coats the floor beneath him in thick ropes, bits dribbling out of him as he slowly comes down from his orgasm.
As he trembles in a heap half on and half off the chair, you laugh and slap his ass in amusement. “A quick shot in bed as well as the battlefield, I see.” The taunt goes over his head as he tries to blink back the haze that settles in his vision, though he harrumphs at your laughing as you hug his back. “That’s fine, I’ll have a lot of fun with you regardless.”
Though he grumbles, Hanzo has a small smile on his kissable lips. “I’m glad you seem to enjoy my suffering.” Oof, the sarcasm is strong with this one.
You purr deep in your chest and nod against the back of his neck, placing a gentle kiss there. “Of course, you should always suffer for my pleasure.”
The full-bodied shiver doesn’t go unnoticed by you, not when you’re pressed up flush against him. You grin and tweak his nipples just for fun, just to feel him jerk underneath you. Heh, so cute.
Amp Up the Love || Lúcio
AN// heyoo, this is what I’ve written for your emergency prompt, and I hope it comes to your liking 💜💜💕💕💖💛❤💕💜 ~nq
1.2k unedited rip
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The sun was teasing the sky today. At times, it dispersed the sleepy cluds to spread its warm rays, and at others, it hid behind impenetrable gray ones. It was almost ironic, you thought, having your mood closely similar to the weather which completely turned into an imminent storm shortly after strong winds whirled just outside the window you were sitting nearby during your shift.
As light droplets started to pelt the cement outside, you sighed, not looking forward to your trip home when the rain would increase at the end of your shift. You just resigned to fate and started working, not really in the mood to face the world today, your asshole of a manager not giving the day off only added unnecessary spices the the depressing recipe.
By the time your shift ended, the weather condition worsened with the rain drizzling downwards non-stop. You clocked out and grabbed your jacket to at least have some shelter away from the assail of thick raindrops. You didn’t want to think about it, but the impending thoughts had been dragging you down since you woke up this morning. You tried really hard to oppress these intrusive feelings behind the dam you built up in the morning, but it could barely hold them up now as it was filled to the brim and started spilling before heavily crashing down on you.
Tears flowed down from your eyes, streamed down your already damp cheeks, and started to morph into the drizzle of thick raindrops. You felt your throat tightening when you tried to hold down your weak snivels. As your tears fogged your eyes, and your thoughts fogged your mind, you looked forward to cuddling with your lover Lucio s the only thing that could disperse the dense fog that overtook you.
Reaching home, you fiddled with your keys as you briskly unlocked the front door. Hastily, getting out of your footwear and shrugging off your jacket, you sped up through the rooms insearch for Lucio, your sweetheart. You almost ended up slipping when you caught sight of him reclined on his chair in front of his desk.
You were about to run to him and jump into his lap for some comfort hugs and kisses, but you stopped yourself from doing so when you noted that he was working on some songs, noticing his headphones resting on his head and his songs notebook lay open in front of him along some papers with crossed out lyrics splayed around.
He might have not heard you when you entered due to the loud beat pumping from his headphones and ricocheting through his ears as he focused on spilling out some lyrics that would match the new rhythm he created. So why would you go to him and spill your guts out to him only for it to result with a cut short progression and his mood razed with yours?
Shoulders slumping, you decided against talking about it with him, continued on with bottling up your emotions and headed to your shared room to cave in and curl under the blankets with the company of your pressurising thoughts.
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The beat still coursing through his head, Lucio started to feel a light theadacke brewing, so he paused the beat and rubbed his eyes. He took his headphones off and got ups stretching before heading to the kitchen. He had been fixated on his desk all day long, trying to squeeze out some rhyming words to create matching lines for his upcoming album. But with inspiration being the bitch it was, Lucio struggled with the goal he had set earlier that day to tack down and ended up spending the whole day unproductively.
Sighing defeatedly, he went to the kitchen to fetch a fresh drink to energize himself and go rest for a while until you return home.
As he reached out into the fridge for the drink, he paused for a second. Now that he thought of you, weren’t you supposed to be back around this hour? Straightening up again, he spared a glance at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall the moment soft, faint sobs reached his ears. His head snapped to where muted cries behind closed doors rippled from, and he quietly paddled through the corridor to check on his love.
A light frown formed on his face as he gently pressed on the door handle and slowly pushed the door open. Finding you under the blankets all curled up and trying to quiet down your breaking out hiccups. The sounds you were emitting broke his heart He couldn’t bear seeing you at this state, the last hiccup he heard before shuffling towards you shattered his heart completely.
You felt the bed dip down from behind you before two arms hugged you, securing you safley against none other than Lucio.
At that moment, you tried to still your quivering body in order not to let Lucio know what you were going through, but he had already asked, “what’s wrong, babe?” He shifted closer to you, hugging you tightly from behind.“What’s dragging you down?”
“It’s nothing,” you replied shortly, yanking the blankets up high to cover your red nose and Puffed eyes, you really didn’t want company then, but it was Lucio’s and his presence had always had calmed you instantly and had enveloped you with a serene overlay whenever he cuddled with you during one of your gray days.
Lucio was about to object about it being nothing but chose not to press if you weren’t ready to open up and tell him about it, so he let it be, pulling you on top of him so you could lie on his chest. Soothingly he ran his warm hand up and down your back, occasionally patting you to pacify the agitating storm within you and patiently waiting for you to break away from the dark clouds lingering around your mind and to brightly shine again.
“It’s just,” you tried to describe what you were going through, Lucio intently listening. “You know when you feel like you’re drowning and no one will be there to help you because you sense thatyou are alone?” You sighed before continuing, “that’s how I feel right now.”
Tenderly, Lucio hugged you tighter, placing an understanding kiss on your temple as he swayed with you. “You know that I’ll always be there for you whenever you need me, yeah? You’re never alone.” He sweetly kissed you again.
“I know,” you replied, shifting a little to get comfortable in his embrace. To be honest, you had already started to cocoon into a thick blanket of tranquility Lucio had brought with him when he first cuddled up to you and pulsated comfort for you. And to think you were going to try and push him away, you shook your head at the thought.
With a couple of kisses being exchanged between the two of you, Lucio felt a little surge of intense emotions course through him, and lyrics of a soon-to-be written song dedicated to you started to flood his mind. Soon after he opened his mouth to speak, the lyrics spilled out with a rhythmic tune accompanying its words. It took you by surprise, not really expecting a song to break through the silence. Its gentle lines put you at ease again as your mind started to drift to sleep, your body cozily nestling against Lucio’s warm one.
With this one, I thought about my own relationship with my husband and how he’s different when it’s just the two of us. Others might call his behaviour ‘out of character.’ I drew inspiration from that idea for this.
Your battle-worn and lovable boy, Jesse McCree, stepped in the front door. He moved like the weight of the past few days had taken up residence in his boots. He had discarded his cigarillo long before, just like you required. No smoking in the house. Your smile drooped into a frown when you saw the state of him.
“You’re filthy! Have you been rolling in the dirt?!”
“I roll, Momma, that’s what I do,” he replied, referring to his combat roll.
“Well…take these off,” you said, gesturing to his clothes. “Baby needs a bath.”
Jesse loved the idea, but he had to make a grumpy fuss first like the tired child he was.
“But Momma!” he complained.
“But nothing! Strip,” you ordered, pointing at the floor where you expected his clothes to end up.
You watched him unstrap and wiggle leisurely out of his gear, with dull thuds and the jingle of his belt. The movement of removing the clothes made them rain a layer of dirt and dust onto the floor. But the foyer was tiled. Nothing a quick sweep wouldn’t fix.
“Undies, too!”
He scoffed. “Fine.”
He slipped off his boxers to reveal a half-hard length. He was just happy to see you. All that was left was his hat.
“Naughty,” you chided.
He smiled, most of it in his eyes. Then he flung his arms wide.
“C’mere, Momma!” he said, taking you in a hug. “I want my hug!”
You stiffened as he gathered you to his dirty self. Your naughty boy nuzzled his dirt-caked beard into your neck, humming like this was better than a couple of fingers of whiskey after his long day. When he stepped back, he realized his mistake.
“Sorry, Momma.” He took his hat off. “But, ya know, this just means you’ll have to join me.”
He winked.
“Well, I guess I have to,” you complained dramatically.
He laughed while you joined him down to your birthday suit.
“You gonna carry me to the bath, Momma?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Your hand flew out to pinch his exposed nipple.
“Ow!” he exclaimed, his feet dancing up and down from the pain. “Fine.”
Your boy Jesse had the figure of what you’d call a starved bear. Nice and fuzzy and cuddly-looking, with the soft curves of his muscles. But minus all the bulk of a real bear.
“I’ll clean your hat for you later.” You held your hand out.
He gave you the hat. You hung it up near the door where it belonged. Rubbing at his chest hair produced more dirt that fell to the floor. You scoffed, he shrugged, and you led him to the bathroom.
You drew your dirty boy a bath. A little on the scalding side, just like he preferred.
“Isn’t that a nice view.”
You straightened up from leaning over the bath.
“Get in.”
Just stepping in made Jesse groan in relief. He sank down into the water, eyes rolling up, and lips parting. Then he lay back. You sat on the toilet.
“Momma?”
“Mm?”
“A man doesn’t need bubbles. But he does need his duck.”
“Alright, Baby.”
You placed the yellow rubber duckie with the tiny cowboy hat in the water. He flicked at it, making it bob and sway.
“What about Tio Pato?”
“Alright, you twisted my arm. Give ‘im here.”
You pulled another duck from the shelf and placed it next to the cowboy duck. This duck had a tiny sombrero and mustache on his bill.
If only the other members of Overwatch could see him now. But he was happy, and that’s all that mattered. You soaped him up real nice while he told you about his day.
“I liberated a nice omnic dame from a box. She’s needed in the fight against Talon.”
You lathered circles across his chest.
“Run into any trouble?”
“Just an old acquaintance I mentioned before. Ashe.” He lifted his arms to let you scrub his pits. “She’s predictable. I handled her.”
“Not literally, I hope.”
He gasped. “I would never, Momma.”
You laughed. “I know.”
Jesse finished his story, and you told him briefly about your day. Dull in comparison to his.
“You should be grateful for that,” he always said.
“I am. Because I have you,” you said, punctuating your sentence with a peck to his temple.
He blushed. “Aww, Momma.”
You handed him a towel as he rose from the bath nice and clean. He towelled off sloppily, more interested in your nakedness. He sat on the towel on the edge of the tub.
“What?” you asked, as he gazed at you.
“I need somethin’ for my oral fixation,” he purred.
You let him draw you closer with his arms around your waist. His warm lips closed around your nipple. You sighed, loving where this was going.
I’m slowly getting through these. This is my first try at that hybrid au, so it might not be the best. Reader is the hybrid and Jesse McCree is the owner. Anyways, hope you all enjoy!
Day 12- Pet play
Warnings: NSFW, pet play (i guess the hybrid au can be pet play?)
I was just thinking about my cat at home and how he’s mastered the art of walking silently despite having a bell on his collar. Literally the only time I hear him is when he’s jumping my fence or counter. (My dog can’t say the same, poor girl)
I bet Hanzo and Genji will be the same, adjusting to their bells so quickly that it kinda defeats the purpose of making them wear the bells in the first place. They can slink into the room and lounge on your bed, blinking at you when you jump at finding them appearing out of the darkness.
Maybe you make them wear bigger and bigger bells to see if they can still walk quietly. And they do! Bloody ninjas. Idk maybe two bells? Yeah that seems to work a little better. There’s a tiny little jingle when they walk around. Not much though, but you’ll take what you can get.
In bed, it’s a totally different story. Jingling and chiming galore when they fuck you so hard the bed thumps against the wall. That’s the best thing about being sandwiched between them – hearing them pant in each ear and the gentle tinkling of the bells on their collar as they start to forget the bells are ever there.
Imagine-this-Overwatch 