Whenever you’re away on a trip, Puppy!cree sleeps in your bed because your scent eases his separation anxiety.
Did someone ask for Genji in addition to McCree?
McCree
Pup!Cree doesn’t come across as a boy who is needy and starved of affection. Not when he struts around like he owns the place and flirts back with gusto. Well, if you did think he’s not the needy sort, you’re quickly reassessing your opinion when the poor pup hangs off your legs as you pile your bags next to the door.
“Where are you going?” He pouts up at you, ears and tail drooping. “How long are you gonna be gone for?” How long as you going to leave him alone?
You laugh at his wobbling lip and pet him lovingly. “Just two days, doggy. You can last that long without me, can’t you?”
Two days? That’s…that’s nearly an eternity! “I’ll die before you get home,” he wails and hugs you tighter, trying his best to imitate a python to stop you from leaving. “That’s too long.”
While endearing, his antics are delaying your departure and you really did need to go now. With a sigh and a quick kiss, you quickly wrench him off you and pass him a pillow you keep in your car just for him. “Sorry, doggy. You’re going to have to put your big boy pants on for two days until I get back. Be good, alright Jesse?” Before he can recover from your hurried kiss, you rush out the door and lock it behind you, waving at your pet from the car window as you speed off.
Now, McCree is all alone in this big house, left staring at the door on his knees – just where you left him. Whining and pawing at the door uselessly, he leans against the wood and fights back the tension building in his chest. Okay, just two days, he can do this! You’ll be back in a heartbeat! He can be a big pup and take care of himself until you get back and-
He makes it to your bedroom to make the bed before your scent hits him right in the nose. And just like that, he crumbles again. But-but what if you don’t come back? Are you going to abandon him again? Surely not, right! He’s been a good boy for you, he hasn’t destroyed anything in the house for a month and he didn’t chew on your favourite heels. Heck, he even refrained from begging for scraps at the table! That’s what a good boy does, right? You’re not possibly going to leave a good boy behind, right?
Deep, even breaths quickly become nigh hyperventilating. McCree is starting to panic a little bit. What if you don’t come back. What if you decided to abandon him like his previous owners? What if what if what if-
It’s nonsense, he knows that. You love him more than anything else in the world, as you said countless times ever since you brought him home from the shelter. He can ride this out, he knows he can. He just needs a little bit of comfort for the moment. Just something to make him think you’re still here.
With that in mind, he sheds his clothes and crawls into your bed, rolling around in the sheets and burying his nose in your pillow to take in deep lungfuls of your comforting scent. In mere minutes his anxiety dies down bit by bit, soothing his breathing and his frantic heartbeat until he’s dozing quietly under your heavy duvet.
Yeah, you’ll be back. Just two days. Just…just two days.
Genji
What was supposed to be a day trip has turned into a three-day nightmare. Genji curls despondently into the messily made nest as he mourns your fading scent. The sheets and blankets and pillows smell more like him than it does of you now, sending him into a deep funk that he’s not sure he can climb out of on his own. All the linens that you’ve touched are hoarded onto your bed, pooling around him and making up for your absence somewhat.
But as comfortable as his nest is, it doesn’t replace your warmth and your reassuring presence. And has he mentioned that his nest doesn’t really smell like you anymore? Because it doesn’t. And it’s driving him mad.
The first few hours of making his nest were heaven save for the near-crippling separation anxiety that made him act almost embarrassingly clingy. He went about collecting every piece of soft material that even remotely smelled like you and piled it on the bed, crawling into it soon after to burrow deep within its depths. It was sort of what cat-nip would be to him if there was ever a version that could affect him, and he rolled around in its softness up until twilight when he expected you to return.
When you didn’t, he first got anxious again. Did you leave him? Did you decide not to come back?
Luckily for his sanity, you texted him saying that you’ll be delayed for a further two days and that you were really sorry. That you’ll make it up to him when you get back. He remembers nearly tearing up in relief that you haven’t abandoned him, instead replying that you’ll make it up to him indeed. Seeing your text soothes him a little, but soon he’s back to his old ways of worrying and fidgeting and letting his mind go down that forbidden rabbit hole.
The nest helps a little. Keyword: a little. He squirms in it and ruts into your panties and takes his showers with your toiletries. Anything to make him smell like you and make him think that you’re still there. Heck, he even fires up the electric blanket for some additional warmth.
Hour by hour, day by day, and by now the nest isn’t helping at all. He paces up and down the halls of your house, checking the window and the door for any sign of your arrival. You’re due back any moment now – you even texted him to say that you’re in the home stretch. Any moment now. Any. Moment.
He sits before the door, ears perked and eyes glued to the stained glass for any sign of a shadow approaching the stoop. The light dims and his pupils dilate. How long has he been sitting there? A few minutes? A few hours? He loses time while he waits with bated breath, his hands twitching every time he hears something outside the door.
It must have been only fifteen minutes, but to him, it felt like an eternity before his sharp hearing picks up your car pulling into the driveway and your distinct footsteps approaching the door. Shaking and nearly limp with relief, he can’t do much other than lean against the wall and howl with happiness the moment you open the door.
“I’m home-Genji! What are you doing on the floor, you silly pup!” You admonish him with a tired smile and drop your bag, just in time to catch him as he throws himself at your legs with slightly teary eyes.
“You’re home!” It’s almost a sob but he’ll never admit it. “Welcome home.”
You’re home. You’re home. And now, he’s home.
Tag: save
Kinktober: Day 16, Forniphilia (Human Furniture)
lol sometimes kinktober is just gonna have to be flufftober. That’s me skewing the meaning of the kink into something not so kinky fffs.
Owner!McCree x Hybrid!Puppy!Reader
Warnings: None, it’s fluff.
Kinktober: Day 14, Cunnilingus
I keep falling behind but I’m still trying!
Demon!Hanzo x DFAB!Reader
Warnings: Dub-Con
Been working on a few commissions and needed to take a break :3
What if puppy!Lucio isn’t very fond of baths and gets super nervous and skittish whenever it’s time for a shower? He’ll whine and run and hide under your bed where you can’t reach him, forcing you to spend an hour or more just to coax him into your bathroom.
What if one day you’re forced to take a call in the middle of it. A call that makes you go cold and to feel faint. You have to go. Now. With only a pat on his head, you tell him to be good in a wobbly tone and rush out the door.
Lucio blinks and follows you dutifully, sitting by the door and watching you lock it with droopy ears and a limp tail. The moment he can’t see you, he shifts to the window so he can watch you go with a worried look in his chocolate eyes. Why are you crying? Why are you so frantic? Did something bad happen?
He worries and whimpers at the door, curling into a ball and scratching nervously at his bare skin in anxiousness for you. But then he gets an idea after dusk starts to set. You told him to be a good boy when you left, and you definitely didn’t look like you’d be in much of a mood to bathe him when you come back. Maybe…maybe he can take a shower for you? That would make you feel better, right? You did complain that he was starting to smell…
Mind made, Lucio gulps and pads to the shower where he stares at the showerhead for an extended amount of time. Oh, he really does hate taking a shower but…he’ll do it for you. Taking a deep breath, he squeezes his eyes shut and takes the plunge.
Hours later, you’re finally home. You’re emotionally exhausted and physically drained at this point, barely able to shuck off your shoes and jacket before you stumble into the bedroom where you hope you’ll find Lucio. That call really messed you up and you need some sweet loving from your cute puppy.
“Lucio, I’m ho-” You’re cut off by your own gasp when you see a damp doggy slumped by the doorjamb to your bathroom. He peers up at you with puppy dog eyes, curling into himself and whimpering that he just wanted to be clean for you when you came home.
The bathroom is pretty much soaking wet, puddles and soap suds everywhere, even on the poor pup’s hair. He doesn’t smell bad anymore, but he does look rather miserable with his fur and hair still wet and dripping. With a wet laugh and a sigh, you bundle him up and rinse him off gently, wiping his tears away with both thumbs and letting him bury his face into your shoulder. Now you’re wet too, but it’s okay because Lucio’s there with you and warming you up nicely.
“Are you mad at me?” He warbles out and looks up at you with big eyes.
Even if you were angry, you’re not sure you’d be able to resist his gorgeous eyes. “No, puppy, I’m not.” Resting your forehead against his now that you’re both towelled off and nude in bed, you gather him into your arms and cuddle him close. “I’m very impressed that you managed to take a shower without me. You’re such a good boy, do you know that?”
“I-I’m-” Lucio’s tail starts to wag furiously. “I’m a good boy?”
Grinning, you nod and kiss his forehead. “Yes, you’re a good boy. My good boy.”
Now nearly buzzing with energy and wriggling in excitement, he wraps himself around you and practically smothers you against the bed.
Kinktober: Day 12, Pet Play (Literally)
Owner!McCree x Puppy!Hybrid!Reader
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.
Zombie apocalypse au
Jesse gets bit by a zombie and he’s bleeding out and will probably turn soon. It’s the end of the line for him. He needs to be shot.
Either by moral principle or the fact that he’s become too weak to move, he can’t shoot himself, so he asks you to put him out of his misery.
He apologizes for being unable to stick with you through these trying times, but he’s also glad it wasn’t you who was bit. He closes his eyes as tears stream down his face, ready for his death.
This is relevant again thanks to the new undead skin. 😈😈😈
Not being able to pull the trigger didn’t make you weak; it made you kind. That’s what he had told you from day one when you’d stood there struggling to find the strength to pull the trigger on the creature that would have eaten you alive if it weren’t for Jesse’s quick reflexes. And that’s what you repeated to yourself now. You had just stood there in the veterinary office you’d broken into for medical supplies, both hands clasped around the weapon to support its weight, and watched your love’s life slip away. You were too kind to put a bullet in his head, not too weak.
There wasn’t time to cry. In minutes he’d be one of them and you would have to make the choice again. You set to work muttering your mantra as you rifled through what hadn’t already been looted. Kind, not weak. With the sharpest scalpel you could find you cut a large muzzle to fit a human face and fastened it over his mouth. No more biting. You stepped back to examine your handy work, and the sight of him tied up like an animal made your stomach turn.
You searched again for a gentler alternative and, finding none, settled on using a bandana to cover the harsh lattice of his new mask. The ones you found were decorated with pumpkins, bats, and skeletons. How fitting that the outbreak had started just before Halloween. You chose one with a large skull printed on the center of it and tied it over the muzzle. It was better than nothing.
You knelt beside him and brushed his hair out of his face, and he began to stir as if waking from a heavy sleep.
Here’s a thought: Adopted hybrid boi gets pet on the head for THE FIRST TIME EVER and he just doesn’t know how to react??? That felt so nice and it made him so happy,,, he just starts to cry.
I’m so sorry I keep writing stuff based on your prompts but I loved this idea so much I wrote two little drabbles. Your ideas are fucking magical dude I can’t even
Hanzo
You’re not disappointed when Hanzo seems to shy away from human contact when you brought him home. You were duly warned and even saw it for yourself at the adoption centre. Still, it does make your hand twitch when his fluffy ears swivel around or when he rolls over on a patch of sunlight.
There’s no doubt that Hanzo loves you as much as you love him, which does make up for the lack of affection that he shows you. It’s a cold comfort when you really want to touch him and hug him but that’s okay, you’d rather not push him beyond what he’s okay with.
Some days though…some days are really hard.
Like today. It’s been a shitty day at work and an even shittier month; little things that don’t usually bother you eventually snowball into things that make you want to curl up at home and just wallow in yourself. The day has been a drag, chipping away at your soul until you close the door behind you with an empty look in your eyes and a haunted expression on your face.
Hanzo, bless him, sidles up to you when he sees you come home, wandering close enough for you to feel his heat but not feel his silken skin. You flash him a quick smile and head straight to bed; that’s enough adulting for today, you think. The hybrid follows behind closely, tutting at you and picking up the clothes you litter around the house as he does so. It would make you smile had you the energy.
You muster up a small mutter of thanks and collapse onto the mattress, burying your face into the blanket. Softness and the smell of home permeates your senses, calming you instantly and you sprawl out with a soft moan of contentedness. Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn into the better part of an hour, and as you doze off you feel the mattress dip beside you.
Raven hair fills your vision – Hanzo. He looks at you worriedly, looking pointedly at the mug of tea on the bedside table. When you decline it in favour of vegging out, he frowns and flops on his side next to you, his tail whipping across your legs in a show of his irritation.
With him this close, your thoughts turn away from your terrible day and to his handsome visage instead. Silky, glossy hair and charming fluffy ears, intelligent black eyes that glint back at you in the dying light of dusk. His facial hair, always impeccably groomed, twitch when he bites at his lip and shuffles closer, his shoulder a hair’s breadth away from your curled hand. He’s looking at your hand, you realise, ears swivelling and flicking as though he’s contemplating something.
It’s an adorable sight, one that breaks your self-discipline.
Unbidden, your hand shifts and lands gently on his head, your thumb stroking his impossibly soft locks. Unbeknownst to you, a serene smile spreads across your lips and holds Hanzo’s attention. His eyes are wide and locked on your face; you’re…you’re petting him!
Should he shift away? Should he stay? Hanzo’s mind turns to static, fuzzing even more when you move your hand to pet him properly, fussing at his ears and tugging his hair out of his ponytail. He lets his eyes flutter shut, leaning into you and purring sonorously into the silence of your bedroom. Normally he doesn’t like being petted, doesn’t like his hair being touched, but this…this is nice.
Something warm fills his chest and his head, making his heart and brain turn to mush the longer your hand cups his head and threads into his hair. It feels good. Really good.
With a lump stuck in his throat, he opens his eyes to see if he dares to inch closer only to find that you’ve dozed off completely, snoring gently into the rumpled blankets. Affection and love and something that he’s not prepared to acknowledge bloom inside him. Yes, he thinks as he rubs his head against your hand, this is nice. Maybe being petted isn’t so bad after all.
Soldier 76
This old hybrid stiffens when you cup his head in your hands. What on earth are you doing?
You laugh and smooth your thumbs over his weathered cheeks, rubbing your forehead against his as you pet him thoroughly. Why, you’re petting him of course, what else?
He swallows past the lump in his throat and clenches his jaw, trying to stop the tears that well up in his eyes at the way you run your fingers through his thinning hair and kiss the hideous scars on his face. You don’t have to be nice to him and pet him; he knows it doesn’t feel as nice as petting a hybrid with fuller hair and smoother skin.
Huffing, you shake your head and play with his white hair affectionately, slicking it back from his forehead. This is fine. You’re petting him, not some other hybrid.
Jack sniffles and looks down, feeling like he can’t look you in the eyes while begging for more pets with his body. He’s so old but he’s acting like a pup all over again, eager to be touched and loved. But he really does want more pets; he just can’t say it without wanting to crawl into a hole.
Luckily for him, you’re a mindreader. Or a Jack-reader, anyway. You hug him to your chest and lean back against the sofa, caressing the back of his head and closing a hand over the back of his neck to stop him from leaving. The hybrid is stiff for a heartbeat but melts just as quickly, winding his strong arms around you and nuzzling into your neck.
Kinktober: Day 4, Dacryphilia (Crying)
This is kinda based off a fluffy musing that was sent in not too long ago. It’s still more angsty/fluffy than smutty.
Hanzo x Fem!Reader
Day 4 – Crying
You adopted the two cat hybrids as brothers. The staff at the shelter hesitated at that but agreed with you when you made the decision.
Genji took an instant liking to your home, excited to be adopted. The only issue he had was trying to climb everything to find all the good hiding spots and perches. He also required regular trips to the prosthetics professionals who specialized in cybernetics. He was a special needs boy.
His brother, Hanzo, preferred to lounge in your lap and watch Genji warily. He wasted no time asking to be groomed, or he groomed himself when you weren’t around. He was polite when he asked for grooming tools, but it was clear he was also going to require a fair amount of time and attention.
Kinktober: Day 2, Water Sports
If you’re new around here, FYI: I love piss.
Alpha!Hanzo x Omega!Reader
Imagine-this-Overwatch 