FluffCree
Tag: Overwatch
Nobody asked for this :^)
omg Imagine hearing kitty!Hanzo purr for the first time. It’s the first time he had purred in a long while so it’s a bit scratchy and weird at first.
He gets embarrassed when you point it out and he tries to stifle it, but after a bit of encouragement he relaxes and begins to purr more naturally. The blush on his face is clear, but you are so happy that he finally feels comfortable enough around you to purr!
Imagine you’re listening to a nsfw audio with some extra moany boys. Genji, the little shit and also your boyfriend, unplugs your headset and asks “hahah what are you listening to??” And he just hears a really obscene boy moaning and you’re both very embarrassed.
But from then on, you notice Genji gets far more vocal during sex and has no problem moaning like a whore to please you. (And also bug the neighbors because, again, he is a little shit at heart.)
I like denial. Not orgasm denial, no. Denial in the sense of…
Well imagine being in the bedroom with Hanzo. He’s strapped to a chair and completely at your mercy. You strip for him.
You run your hands over your body. You squeeze your tits and step dangerously close to Hanzo. He tries to suck on a nipple but he caaaan’t quite reach.
You pull down your panties to show him your pussy. His eyes grow wide. He licks his lips in anticipation and he looks absolutely starved. He thrashes trying to free himself from your bindings. He begs that you let him go so he could touch you. He wants you to smother him with your tits, he wants to eat out your pussy until he can’t breathe, but you don’t let him.
He just has to sit there and watch while you take care of your arousal yourself.
Girl I roused from my death like sleep to tell you that Lucio always wants to cuddle you and be close to you even when its butt fucking hot. He loves to smell you even when you’ve been in your clothes for the whole day because you smell goddamn good and he just wants to be covered in you. I ain’t even talking about hybrid Lucio, this good boi just wanna put his nose to your cleavage and keep it there for all time. Also he wants you to sit on his face some time but nono cuddles first.
bless u
lúcio with a scent fixation??? Hell yeah. lucky for him I wear DELICIOUS fragrances. And a soft, face-in-the-titties cuddle???? Best.
(this is more something for you to think about) HC that Lucio LOVES love letters, he’s a busy musician making the world a better place he’d love to tell his s/o how much he loves them in person, but this is the next best thing; sure there’s texting and other future stuff but he loves that there’s tangible proof of evidence of how much they love each other, sometimes when he’s home you read the old letters together, reminiscing about all the times you had together
cracks knuckles
boy better prepare his heart because I am a master at love letters.
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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.
Yes, foolish, indeed.
day: 13
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