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Ok so I’m still here for sub Michael, and I just adore like semi public stuff with him like. Randomly whispering naughty things to him, telling him if he’s a good boy he gets a reward later. Also, I have a very strong urge to just grab his ass, I just really want to. Preferably in front of his friends so they can all see and I can watch him go beetroot. If he whines about it, that’ll be even longer that he gets to be teased without cumming. If he’s going to complain, then he can wait.

katiekitty261:

I really like the idea of punishing him later if he whines about it tbh. He knows too but he can’t help it. He would just look so cute beet red you couldn’t resist. Also. That ass. That’s all I have to say

Hello I’m writing a thing about sub Michael where during an interview he’s acting like The Big Bad™️ and the reader is far too chilled out for his liking and he’s trying to get to her and push her buttons and when he finally finds one she gets really dark and slaps him and threatens him and he’s Very into it and trying Very hard not to show it. He fails and she notices, shenanigans ensue. I don’t know if I’ll finish it or post it anywhere but I’m just glad y’all think like I do tbh.

lvngdvns:

OH NICE. 

I’m actually working on something similar as well, but it kind of results in more of a dom off than sub Michael. I LOVE your concept, though! The world needs more sub Michael in it.

I hope you do finish it, and if you post it, please tag me or link me to it! I’d love to read it. 

you are loved.; s f w

starwlkers:

plot: Michael discovers your self-harm habits and wants nothing but to help you.

Warnings: mentions of self-harm

word count: 500~

A/N: Dear anon, I hope this helps you and that you enjoy it. Please don’t forget you are loved. 

Michael had always thought he knew you inside and out. You had always been a constant fixture by his side, strong and proud. He took your strength and grew it into his own. Where would he be with you after all?

The Michael sees the straight, silver lines that mar your skin something inside of him comes to a standstill. In the darkness, with only the light of the moon shining they are almost to faint for him to see but they catch his eyes anyway. Michael sits down beside you on the bed careful not to disturb you as you sleep. 

He picks up your hand, cradling it in his own as if he touched too rough you would break. He traces the scars with delicate fingers focusing on the history of you, trying to understand. Michael sees the image of you crying and bleeding. Your eyes are swollen and red in this memory as if you had started and couldn’t make it stop. He can see you drowning in them and wonders if you still are. 

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u should totally expand on the reader hiring hanzo as a bf 🤪🤪💕

overdrivels:

imagine-this-overwatch:

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

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” 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”

—

he takes a dramatic pause, tilting a sly yet somehow abashed smile at you that makes something in your stomach flutter warmly —

“permanent.”