Hey Girl!
You do know that I’m super proud of you right?
No? Well then, I guess I gotta do better at reminding you.
I’m so impressed with how much you take on, and what you accomplish that you often leave me in awe. And while I know you’re a bit frazzled at the moment, I’m sure you’ll come out on top, like you always do.
And if it gets to be too much, just remember, I’m here for you to vent to, anytime. Promise!
Besides, I gotta come over sometime soon, give you a hug and have you listen to my new song. Cause I kinda made it…just for you.
See you soon!
Lúcio
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Flash Fics – Poly!Reinhardt McCree
Thank you for your commission, @peaches-seed! Here’s your 1000 word fic of hybrid Reinhardt and McCree railing the reader and knotting her :DD I had so much fun that I almost couldn’t stop writing it. Enjoy! Here’s is an ao3 version.
I have a flash sale going on now, with 500 word fics going for 1 Ko-Fi and 1000 word fics going for 2 Ko-Fi. The sale ends on 20th September so grab your fic now!
Jesse is being a right menace, he is, but he just can’t help himself. You smell way too good and he finds his nose glued to your crotch whenever he finds an opportunity.
“Jesse, can you not?” You roll your eyes and push him away by the forehead, an action that he deeply resents. A growl rumbles from his chest and he defies you, winding his beefy arms around your thighs to pin you down. To keep you close to his greedy nose.
He ignores the heavier footsteps of his den mate and resists the larger male’s hands as Reinhardt tries to pry him away from their master. “No! Wanna stay here.” His normally honeyed voice is now a dark growl, deep with desire and a haze of horniness. “Wanna fuck you~” Lust surges through him, guiding his hips to rut his already swollen erection against your leg.
Above his head, you sigh and motion for Reinhardt to take Jesse away while you finish up your work. You’ll attend to them afterwards. His ear twitches and his tail rises to a dominant arc behind his back as he nods and obeys, tearing Jesse away from you and throwing him over his shoulder to haul him away. From the sounds of it, he’s taking Jesse to the sitting room and probably sitting on him to stop him from crawling back to you again if that is indeed Jesse’s indignant yelp ringing into the office. But the subsequent panting and whuffs catches your attention – could they possibly-?
Fully distracted and deciding to finish your work another time, you slip out and find both your boys tangled on the expansive dog bed in the corner. Naked and writhing against each other, Reinhardt has Jesse below him, rutting into the smaller male’s bare ass and both panting into each other’s mouths.
“Oi!” You have your arms akimbo, frowning at your boys who immediately whine and crawl over to you on their belly in consternation. Jesse whines and closes his hand around your ankle, nosing at your knee; while Reinhardt presses between your thighs to take in a big breath of your intoxicating scent. The feel of his face nuzzling your covered and admittedly wet pussy forces a gasp from your lips, which turns into a low moan when Jesse gets to his feet and shuffles behind you, his rock-hard erection already free from his sheath and jutting into the small of your back.
“Can we?” He whispers into your ear, rocking his cock into your back. Reinhardt echoes him and gets to his feet as well, sandwiching you between them. And they repeat it again and again, pressing their collars and leashes into your hands as though it would convince you. And it does, because you relent with a resigned sigh and the feeling you’d need to put extra cushions on your chair later.
With a quick hand sign, they’re both on their knees before you with perked ears and wagging tails, their chins tilted up to let you close their collars around their strong necks. The moment the leather closes around their throats, they lunge towards you, Reinhardt using his huge bulk to nudge you towards the dog bed while Jesse is distracted by his low hanging balls. But as rowdy and distracted as they are, they reign themselves in while you link the leashes to two heavy duty hooks in the wall. Little things to keep them where they are in case you need to take a break.
They both strain against it, tongues hanging and tails fanning against their thighs, in order to smother you with lustful affection and gain some relief from their red leaking cocks. Chants of ‘please’ are whimpered into your ear while you arrange them to your liking, with Reinhardt and his broad form beneath you and Jesse eagerly crouching behind you.
The German Shepherd’s cock throbs with want and his body vibrates in a low growl the moment you guide him inside you, his jaw-dropping as your warm, wet pussy strains to stretch over his thick cock. Jesse quickly follows suit, his perfect length sinking into your ass to the tune of his own high-pitched howl into the nape of your neck. Before they start thrusting, you quickly remind them that they’re only allowed to cum once. Just once. You’re not going to sit here all day trying to assuage the horniness they feel because of how fertile you smell.
Through the frantic rutting of their hips and the desperate mouthing of your neck and breasts, the only indication that they heard you are the sharp flicks of their ears. Unsatisfied, you pinch one of their ears in each hand and wring it until both answers you with lust-filled affirmative replies. They’re in deep; too deep, you think when Jesse’s weight pins you to Reinhardt as they fuck you so quickly the breath is stolen from your lungs.
Wet squelches of their cocks sinking into your holes make you blush, the sharp slaps of flesh against flesh reminding you of days spent playing with them, driving them insane with want. Reinhardt snarls as your combined weight pins him in place, his hips rocking but not getting far. He sobs, begging you to roll over so he can mount you and fuck you like that instead. It’s torture; his desire driving him to thrust hard and fast but unable to because he’s stuck in place.
Jesse taunts him with a toothy grin, pressing more of his weight atop you and thrusting even harder to make up from Reinhardt’s lack of movement. You’re laughing now at the snap of Reinhardt’s sharp teeth, but it’s soon wiped from your face when the pressure forces his knot into you with a sharp stretch. At once, your cries synchronise with his loud howl, your hips rocking and bucking as it triggers your own orgasm. And like a chain reaction, Jesse swears and stuffs his own knot into you, biting down on your neck gently when he cums quietly, his cock and knot rubbing against Reinhardt’s through the thin wall separating them.
On your end, it feels like your orgasm is stretching forever and ever, your pussy and ass clenching tight on their huge knots that make you feel so full. Although spent, Jesse instinctively starts rocking again despite his knot keeping him connected to you. He moans into your damp skin, keeping you pinned to him with an arm around your waist when it causes you to start writhing in overstimulation.
Imagine you’re about to have sex for the first time with Genji, but he’s so nervous… so afraid his body will turn you off. Afraid he won’t please you. Afraid he’ll go back to the days of his youth—- He has so much anxiety, he realizes he can’t even get it up.
He’s extremely embarrassed and swears it’s not your fault! He just has so much on his mind… But it’s okay! You tell him you can wait until he feels more comfortable and he needs to be a little better at communicating his insecurities. Rather than having sex that night, the two of you just snuggle warmly in bed while you pepper his cheeks with kisses.
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. POOR BABY!!
He’s humiliated. And not in a
good way.In all his years he never wished
he could get an erection harder than he does now. He avoids your gaze and
glares down at his flaccid cock, looking embarrassingly tiny against his armour
and the dark synthetic flesh of his inner thigh. Faintly, he quips about how he’s
a grower and not a shower, trying so very hard not to let his mortification
bleed through his devil-may-care tone.In his chest his heart freezes
and sits like a stone, dread coursing through him at your silence as you sit
between his legs on the bed. Though his lungs struggle to drag in air, he
forces himself to croak out that he’s sorry. It’s not your fault, it’s his –
his and his stupid issues that never seem to go away no matter how long his
wounds have had to heal. It’s been ten years but the imperfection of his flesh
and metal body still haunts him every time he looks down or in the mirror. Fuck,
he thought he got over it long ago but he supposes there are some things he
just can’t fix.He rambles on, accent thickening
as he stumbles over his words. Eyes locked on your knees, he crosses his hands
over his crotch, mumbling again that he’s very sorry. He knows you’ve been
looking forward to being more intimate with him for a while. His brother was
right, he does ruin everything he touches, he-His self-deprecating mental
tirade is halted in its tracks by your hand as it cups his cheek lovingly,
bringing his teary gaze up to your eyes that are full of understanding.It’s okay. It’s really okay. He
doesn’t have to feel bad about something that he has no control over. You reassure
him gently and help him exchange his hands for his crotch guard, latching it in
place for him when his hands proved too shaky to do it himself. With slow
movements, you pull his head down to your shoulder and hug him securely, crooning
into his ear that he can take as much time as he needs to be comfortable with
his body around you. Rome wasn’t built in a day, after all. Baby steps, dear sparrow.
Baby steps.Your embrace is like a warm
blanket for him, dousing his fear that you’d be disappointed in him. That’s the
last thing he ever wants to do. In his relief, he feels tears well up in his
eyes anew and he has to bury his face in your neck to stop you from seeing him
so weak. So vulnerable. But you don’t care that he’s crying a little into your
neck and soaking the collar of your shirt; in fact, you just pull him closer
and drag him into your lap so you can tangle your limbs together with his.It doesn’t take him long to recover
from his mini-breakdown and to wrap his strong arms around your back to glue
himself to your smaller frame. He sighs into your skin and wipes the dampness
off with his hoodie, apologising softly for ruining your shirt.Your laugh reassures him and
makes him smile. You murmur that he’s too cute for his own good and pepper kisses
all over his face and chin, stopping at his neck so you can rest your head on
his shoulder. A pout crosses his face and he pushes you down onto the mattress,
draping himself over you as he asks you if he’s always this cute or if this is
a good day for him.The flurry of kisses to his
cheeks and lips are answer enough.
Vampire!Lucio x Reader
So Mod Knight from @tacticalvisor76 had this cool idea. She suggested that we take the same prompt and write our own one-shots on it and her first prompt suggestion gives. me. life. So here it is at right around 600 words!
“Lucio has become the undead, a creature of the night who must live by taking the life blood of others. You are one of the few he trusts with his secret. Not many people are as accepting of vampires as you are which is why you suggested he feed from you. You could help him deal with his newfound lust for blood but… he refuses to take even the smallest of drops from you. Though he’s just returned from a month long mission and looks as if he hasn’t had a single bite to drink…” – Mod Knight
He was gaunt, pale, his eyes were dark and sunken and even his hair was wilted and ashen. His clothes hung on him like they might a skeleton, and he was practically aging right before your eyes. His ragged breaths quickened as he set eyes on you, and you swore you saw a red flicker in them. He needed a doctor, right away.
Taking a few deep breaths, he pushed away from the door, enclosing in on you like a shadow. You silently took a half step back, and raised your hands, instinct forcing you to move. He paused and watched you, wobbling on his feet.
Several tense moments passed, no words uttered despite not seeing each other for weeks.
Slowly, he lifted his hand to you, and as he did something moved in the air. Static electricity, electromagnetic waves, something moved away from you and towards him, like an emotional vacuum. Your heart and mind raced, going between the instinct to run away and the desire to fall into him.
“Lucio,” your spine prickled, “you should see Angela, you look sick. I’ll take you to her-”
He opened his hand, “come to me.”
Only then did you see his fangs. Oh, you’d seen them before, but never this long. You stepped closer.
“I should probably get my first aid kit first-” you slurred and tried to slow down, but your feet stumbled forward on their own accord.
“Stop resisting,” his voice was dark and commanding, out of character for your sweet friend, but it… did things to you, “I need you.”
“I’m not resisting, I just… there’ll be blood I… what are you doing to me?” you were quiet and breathy as your hand slipped into his. Lucio’s eyes raked over you, starved and lustful. You gulped, “shouldn’t we… lay down… or something?”
He pressed his forehead to yours and breathed deeply, “submit to me, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
You stroked his cheek weakly, all strength sapped from your body by whatever forces he used against you, “Lucio… I already told you…”
His arm snaked around you, gripping your shoulder tightly. His other hand cupped your neck, pushing your hair and shirt out of his way. His nose brushed your skin as he breathed you in, raising goosebumps in his wake.
“Ah, Lucio, you don’t… you don’t have to be so- aaAAHhh~” you shuddered as his tongue darted against your skin and his hips pressed to yours, “whoa, that’s um… that’s really n-nICE~!” you winced at the sharp pinch in your neck, resisting only a moment before waves of warmth surged from head to toe.
With each wave the pain ebbed away, until you could only feel his soft lips suckling at your pulse and a pleasant numbness where his teeth dug into you. Your eyelids slid shut and you leaned into him as you breathed his name. He drank, and with each gulp he grew stronger, warmer, his hands began to wander and his feeding slowed to a a lazy suck.
Lucio moaned against your neck, tongue lapping at the no doubt massive bruise he left and praising you dreamily. Your skin tingled under his hands. They drew breathy moans from you as they slid down your chest, groped at your ass, teased your sensitive inner thighs, banishing the boundaries of friendship with each stroke. Lucio’s lips left feather soft kisses along your jaw, neck, and shoulder, sending pleasant jolts through you with each kiss. But as much as you wanted it to continue, to escalate, the moment his teeth left your flesh, you felt like you were shoved in a freezer and you couldn’t take it any longer.
You shivered and curled into him, “Lucio, I’m cold… please…”
He slowly hooked his arms behind your knees and lifted you up, “let me take care of you now,” he nuzzled your hair and placed tender kisses to your forehead, “it’s the least I can do.”
Stay tuned for Mod Knight’s piece!!!
McCree receives a fatal blow while out on a mission. He starts to realize he’s going to die and all he can think about is you. He thinks of the time you first met, the first time he saw you smile, when he confessed his love to you, your first kiss. His final moments are spent thinking only of you. He only wishes he could see you one last time before he goes.
It didn’t hurt. That was the troublesome part. As long as his nerves were screaming out in agony he still had a fighting chance. But the wound in his chest had stopped hurting not long after he’d found cover behind an alley dumpster. He closed his eyes. Tried to breath. Felt a sharp reassuring pain in his lungs.
You always used to smile at him in sidelong glances, too shy to fully meet his eye. And he was always ready with a clever quip to draw out that coy, rosey-cheeked grin he loved to see.
He opened his eyes, reluctantly releasing his vision of you. In your place grim shadows obscured the harsh brick around him. Had it only been a moment? Or had his eyes been shut for longer? He’d lost track of the time since being cut off from the team. With any luck they’d find him first. And soon.
Your first kiss had been sudden and brief. Or maybe the light spinning in his head that day made it hard to remember. Your were bandaging the wound on his head. So close he could feel your breath on his cheek. Your lips only touched his for a heartbeat or two before you withdrew to reassume your professional manner.
“You’re so careless,” you chided.
A raucous rumble of thunder shook him back to the present. Or what remained of it anyway. Given the choice, bleeding out under a dumpster wasn’t how he wanted to go. But few are given a choice. And fewer get what they ask for. He had you, at least. The bright sheen of your memory was only slightly diminished by his regrets. There was so much more he wanted to share with you. More than marriage and kids. He wanted to grow old with you. To retire and buy a summer home somewhere outside of any city where it would be just the two of you. And your horses. And your grandkids on long weekends. Just you and him alone and happy until time took you both Together.
The world was silent. No bustling storm or rustling, restless dieing thoughts. Just a ringing in his ears from the stillness. In time he became aware of something beneath his fingers. He squeezed his hand over it, more to familiarize his muscles with the motion than to hold on to anything. Whatever was in his hand jumped at the unexpected motion, and a moment later he recognized the sensation of skin against his palm. Another hand in his.
He opened his eyes a sliver and was met by the harsh rebuke of fluorescent lights. Not the dim, flickering street lamps he’d closed them on. For either heaven or hell, whichever he’d arrived in, the setting was underwhelming. He’d expected more from both. Some fanfare or preamble to whatever stage of existence he’d reached. Instead there was only the blinding light and the buzzing in his ears.
And someone was calling his name. Your whispered voice, nearby and clearer than in any dream, cut through the emptiness. He tried to look around, adjusting slowly to the unforgiving lights overhead. If you were there then he must be in heaven. You stood over him with red, tired eyes, and wrapped both hands around his.
“You’re okay,” you said, releasing the breath you’d been holding for days. “You’re alive.”
It felt like a lifetime had passed since the last time he saw you smile. And there it was. However uncertain, it still seemed like the brightest thing in the room.
“Am I?” his weakened voice croaked. “Thought I was looking at an angel.”
Your laughter ended with a shaking sigh as relief washed away your anxiety.
The Wet Dragon
Genji burned you with a molten stare, red eyes framed by his face guard. His full bladder was uncomfortable. When added to the various phantom pains, the soreness of numerous recent surgeries, and the random noises from his new body parts, he was on edge.
McCree has a package hidden in his room labelled or you. Only to be opened if he dies on a mission.
Inside is a teddy bear with a voice box. When squeezed, you hear his voice tell you he loves you. That way, if he does die suddenly, you won’t have to feel so alone.
Everyone had something like this, a last will of sorts, under the guardianship of someone trusted for when the worst came to pass.
Jesse McCree was no exception.
When news reached you that Jesse McCree, vigilante and war criminal, was killed in action while assisting an illegal Overwatch, you couldn’t–didn’t–believe it. It’s normal for the cowboy to disappear for days on end, it was normal for him to send out fake reports of his death under a fake alias, it was normal for everyone to believe in his death, but then he would always come back. Sure, some times he was more battered, some times he was healthier, but he always, always returned.
So you waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Until one day, you signed for a package delivered to you by an unknown sender.
Cautiously, you opened it, heart pounding and fingers trembling. It was foolish to do this with an unexpected package, you knew, but the small sliver of hope that it could possibly have been from Jesse gave you the courage (in hindsight, that courage was just foolishness on disguise) to open the box.
Among the sea of styrofoam peanuts, a fuzzy bit of something that looked like an ear peeked out. A little more braver, you dug your hand inside, lifting up a teddy bear outfitted in cowboy boots and hat.
The sight made your heart soar.
He was alive.
You hugged it to your chest.
“Honey.” You started, pulling the bear away as soon as Jesse’s voice sounded. Where–? You looked at the bear who continued in Jesse’s lazy drawl but with so much more emotion you’ve ever heard from him, “I love you.”
You froze.
Why is it that the first time he ever says it to you through a damn bear, of all things?
The warm, giddiness of receiving a gift quickly drained away, a sinking fear permeating your very bones. The pieces of a puzzle you didn’t even know you were putting together began to click, and you desperately dug through the box.
Your fingers came upon a card buried deep in the packaging. With trembling fingers and bated breath, you read it.
‘Honey, sorry for doing this to you, but if you receive this, please know that I’m watching over you. I love you. -Jesse McCree.’
The teddy bear dropped out of your grip just as the reality began to sink in, and you fell to your knees.
“Honey. I love you,” the bear said, unrelenting and unaware of the stifling cries you bury into your hands. “Honey. I love you.”
I am sorry if this is not okay. But may I have a short fix of Lucio comfort suicidal s/o?
Of course. I hope you’re okay and I’m sorry this took so long ❤
Trigger warning: suicide, depression, self harm, generally heavy stuff.️
*
You sat alone, your knees hugged to your chest, turning the weapon in your hand. It would be so easy to just end it right then and there. You squeezed your eyes shut and the tears streamed heavier down your face. You let out a choked sob and you threw weapon to the ground, deciding once again that today wouldn’t be the day. You thought about your life and each event that caused a scar to be carved into your skin.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and you looked up to see Lúcio enter, smiling and humming along to his music like usual. He finally caught sight of you and ran over to you, stopping on his knees with a skid.
“What happened? Are you okay?” He asked, taking your hands and looking over you for any new injuries.
“I’m fine,” you whispered with a strained choke.
“Oh baby. Please, talk to me,” he pleaded. You saw the pain in his eyes and your head fell to your arms again as more tears flowed. He got as close to you as he could and wrapped his arms around your shaky form, rubbing your back to comfort you.
“I’m here for you, you know that, right?” He cooed into your ear. You nodded and he sighed, placing a kiss to the crown of your head.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked. You shook your head, looking up at him with red puffy eyes.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered. A frown creased his brow.
“Sorry? Why? What on earth do you feel like you need to be sorry for?” He asked.
“Everything,” you said with a hopeless sob. He sighed sadly. He wanted nothing more than to help you and make the pain go away. He had told you as much every time he found you like this.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said with a smile. “You are my ray of sun. You’re my muse. You’re… you’re literally everything to me. I just want to help you. So, I’ll be here with you until you’re ready to talk about it. Okay?”
You looked at his hands holding yours, his abandoned items on the floor and you looked up and saw the sincerity in his eyes at his words.
“Okay,” you said with a smile.
“That’s my baby,” he said, smiling back. “Let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll run a bath, order your favourite food and watch your favourite movie. Sound good?” He asked, rubbing your arm. You nodded and he helped you up, ushering you to your room to change as he prepared a nice hot bath.
He looked at the endless bottles, bath bombs and shower gels you had and picked a few that looked like they’d go nicely together and dropped them into the bath. He tested the water and happy with it, he shut off the water. He called you into the bathroom and he got in, his back against the edge of the tub. He opened his arms wide for you to join him and you stepped in, resting your back against his chest.
He kissed the back of your neck and went over your body with a washcloth trying to wash away the stress you were feeling.
“You know I love you more than anything, right?” He asked.
“Yeah,” you replied, a bubble of guilt settling in your stomach.
“I just wanna make you happy. I wanna make sure you’re okay and you’re around with me as long as possible.”
“I know. I love you too,“ you replied.
Some HC’s for a fem!reader and kitty!Hanzo. Like, reader was the only one who was willing to adopt him because he was a “problem” hybrid? Something like that, if that makes any sense lol
- Hanzo is not a friendly hybrid at all. He doesn’t trust humans much and would much rather be on his own, but he has caused too much trouble on the streets and was taken in by an adoption agency.
- His behavior actually got so bad they had to put him in a muzzle when meeting potential adopters.
- But that didn’t stop you. Nuh uh. No sir. You looked into those dark, broken eyes of his and you knew there was love in there somewhere. You took one look at that unruly feline and said you want him.
- Of course, it wasn’t easy taming him. He’d bite you, scratch you, make a mess of your house. You had to keep your home on lockdown because he kept trying to run away.
- Your patience is eventually rewarded. He starts to gradually calm down and the scowl on his face softens up.
- When he finally lets you touch him? Oh lord. He tenses with apprehension, but when your warmth settles against his body and you give a gentle stroke, he melts. He starts pressing against you, expecting you to pet him more.
- You can start leaving the house unlocked and he will make no attempts to leave. He likes living with you. He doesn’t expect to find any kindness like yours anywhere else.
- He will eventually get very protective of you, not wanting to share you with anyone.
- He doesn’t remember his mother. Not much. But when he snuggles with you at night, pressed up against you and wrapped up in a blanket, he says it gives him a nostalgic feeling. It brings him back to that peace he had when he was an infant, being loved and cherished by his faceless mother.
hnnnngh i’m weak (and so very lazy)
The sun has fallen out of the vicinity of the house’s windows, turns Hanzo’s sunspot into a cool, undesirable space to lay in any longer.
His tail flicks lazily as he watches the door. It’s unlocked, he knows. It’s foolish because what if someone comes in? What if the shaggy dog with the scarf-thing next door comes by?
A tinge of heavy heat sparks in his chest and he flexes his hands, claws scrapping hard against the surface at the thought. Let him try. He will learn what it means to mess wi–
Hanzo’s ears perk up and he gets up and makes his way to the door just as it opens.
“Hanzo, I’m h–oh, hey there!”
Hanzo wastes no time in taking your belongings from you, placing them all in their rightful place while you close the door. Though he tries not to show it, he immediately delights in the way you raise your hand and only manages a short moment of self-restraint before slowly pushing his head against it. There’s just something about the way you run your hands through his hair and fur, the warmth touches sending an almost mind-numbing tingle up and down his spine. He can scarcely keep his eyes open even as you start to laugh; as long as you continue lavishing him with your touch, he couldn’t care less even if the world fell upon him and sometimes wondered why he had denied himself this simple pleasure for so long.
a/n: i blame the lovely @imagine-this-overwatch for talking about hybrid au’s so i decided to take a wack at writing something small.
take my horrible offering and bad writingCat hybrids purred, Genji is a cat hybrid, but never once have you heard him purr. The hybrid was too broken, too angry with the world for all the things that had been done to him to care about what was considered the norm for him to do, and what other’s expected of him.
Genji never makes a peep, as quiet as a mouse whose eyes are always watching you from his claimed spots in your home. Abandoned, broken and with cybernetic parts too expensive to be taken care of while out on the streets, the cat hybrid is closed off and wary of everyone.
Genji doesn’t purr, but when he does it’s so quiet and out of the blue that you don’t realize it until he’s gotten louder. Curled into your side in a tight of a ball as possible, his mismatched ears moving subtly, while his tail moved in a lazy back and forth motion.
Pushing his head to hide his face in the hollow of your neck and shoulder a silent way of asking you not to look at him, but wanting to be close. Closing your eyes you let Genji purr in peace, invading your space until he was laying on top of you.
Cat hybrids purred, Genji is a cat hybrid, but now you’ve heard him purr you wanted to hear it again.
Imagine-this-Overwatch 