Tag: lucio x reader

HCs for when their baby cries:

Often speaks to them in full sentences:

  • Soldier76: “What’s the problem, Soldier?”
  • Doomfist: “I will pay you to stop making that racket.” (he’s kidding, but slightly hoping it’ll work)
  • Reaper: “You and me both, Kid.”

Appears in a flash at the baby’s side to pick up and cuddle them with sad eyes, and you have to say, “Stop looking so sad. The baby isn’t crying because it’s in pain, you man-sized baby.”

  • Reinhardt
  • Lucio
  • McCree
  • To a lesser extent, Genji

Hauls the baby into the air and gives them a big, goofy smile after solving the issue:

  • Junkrat
  • Reinhardt

Quietly, lovingly, and diligently takes care of his child:

  • Hanzo
  • Roadhog
  • Zenyatta
  • To a lesser extent, Reaper 

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Some more domestic headcanons with more bois

Genji

– Cant cook. Dont ask. Take out 24/7.

– Sleeps a regular schedule now but will stay up all night if he is playing a game or meditating

– Clean, when it comes to rooms and dishes, but boi he hates laundry.

– Takes the stuff to the laundromat or cleaners

– Kind of like reaper, Insecure at first but more comfortable as time goes by. Doesn’t take as long for him to warm up

– Meditates and practices often and will invites you to join in.

– HE LOVES CATS CATS LOVE HIM expect strays all over the place and expect them to enter and leave as they please.

– Wants to live in the city

– Loves to take you to arcades and carnivals like in his youth

– Kids? Considers it. Give him time.

Hanzo

– Hires someone to cook, even though he can.

– Doesnt get enough rest. You have to prompt him to sleep. Wakes up worried in the middle of the night.

– Is very neat. Like unearthly neat. Will hire someone to clean up after you if your absolutely a mess like me

– Kind of a loner tbh. You have to drag him out of the funk he is in or to get him to go anywhere

– Once he is out he has a good time.

– Only shows you by holding your hand or giving quick peckish kisses to your forehead

– But he knows when you do it and you always get him out. He will do the same for you.

– Not as vibrant but will always have your back

– Even if that means killing pulling strings to get it done.

– He likes being close with you. So when you are doing your hobbies he is always close by.

– Koi fish pond he personally takes care of

– Kids? Most likely

Lucio

– He can cook really well. Like home made dishes from when he was a kid.

– Even when he isnt touring he can stay up all night practically

– Neat* with exceptions of taking his shoes off and putting things back in its original spot

– Never insecure. The man is comfortable, even more comfortable around you.

– he loves movie nights. Expect alot of those.

– Wants to go everywhere in the city with you. Museums, 2 am breakfast spots, record/ vinyl shops etc.

– You’re gonna live in the city lol

– Back stage passes to your favorite bands my dude

– Loves all animals. But definitely Expect a few puppies

– Kids? Definitely! Just talk to him about ita

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Junkrat, Genji and Lucio with dom fem s/o. but guy feels uncomfortable enough to use safeword. Cue comfort and cuddles.

Junkrat

He giggled even as he pitched the idea to you, of trying to burn his energy through flogging.

You had raised a brow at the time but agreed. It wasn’t the strangest thing he had ever asked of you, but perhaps it was the tamest. So you went about strapping this flaming giraffe-rat to the St. Andrews cross, the both of you giggling as he fit the frame completely.

While you laid out your implements, you piped up that a blindfold might help him drop into subspace, especially since it was his first time. Jamie seemed to tense a little, and you could see the apprehension on his face as he tilted it back to eye you out of the corner of his eye.

The hesitation was obvious, and you opened your mouth to say that wearing a blindfold wasn’t really necessary, but he beat you to it and grinned in that maniacal way.

“Let’s go for it, luv,” he giggled. “I’m all yours!”

A smile crossed your lips and you slipped the simple silk blindfold over his eyes, tying it gently in a knot behind his head.

(This man is a giraffe so you end up climbing over his back to secure it.)

As you warmed him up, you could feel him relaxing bit by bit, until his jittering slowed and he was nearly slumped over in the cross as you began to pick up speed and strength.

The thicker floggers had the meat of his shoulders a warm red, contrasting well against the golden tan, so much so that you drew close to drag your nails over it.

You whispered in his ear gently, caressing the throbbing flesh and muttering praises.

So good, you’re so good Jamie. So obedient. You look so good taking my whip.

He pants and giggles, his mouth trying to form words. He shivers under the scrape of your nails, the sensation heightened by the ache of his muscles.

Then you decided to stop playing around and picked up a slender whip, cracking it in the air by his shoulder. Jamie tensed, and you eyed it sharply, unsure of whether it was because of the sound or something else. But as he remained quiet and he relaxed, you let out a relieved sigh.

You check in with him, and he gives you the go ahead with a thumbs up and a cheeky grin on his face.

“C’mon darl’, you ain’t done yet, are ya?!”

You scoff playfully, and immediately snap your wrist to land a sharp blow to the meat of his shoulder blade. Jamie jumped with a yelp, and began to tremble.

Another blow. Another snap. Another.

Soon welts began to form on his back, light and barely visible.

Suddenly, Jamie shook uncontrollably, his prosthetic clattering on the wood floor and you freeze, arm still reared back.

“A-Aussie!” he gasps and you toss the whip into your toybox, darting over to press yourself against his back. You supported him against the cross, fingers deftly undoing the knot of his blindfold.

You call his name loudly, one arm going around his waist even as the other released his hands. He slumped against you, his body still twitching and his chest heaving as though he were hyperventilating.

Whispering reassurances, you guide him to the ground and tug over a blanket you keep nearby for this very purpose. Quickly, the blanket was wrapped around the man and you cradled him in your arms.

You shift and sit with your back to the cross, Jamie between your legs and burrowing himself into your chest. The whole time, you mutter nonsense to him, about Soldier being paranoid about checking for mines in the track field, about Winston and his insane addiction to peanut butter, anything you could think about.

Soon, Jamie relaxes completely and his breathing returns to normal.

Quietly, you wonder if you should ask what that was about.

Luckily for you, Jamie pipes up on his own.

“M-maybe the blindfold and whip weren’t – uh – weren’t the best combo,” he stutters quietly.

“Bad memories?”

“Kinda.”

You don’t pry any further. So instead you nudge him aside to snag a water bottle you kept nearby, urging him to drink. Jamie did so with halting sips, hands wound tight around the plastic. He might have gotten over the panic, but the fear was still there.

So with a flick of your fingers, soft soothing music filtered into the room from the small stereo by your bed. You mutter quietly to him that he was safe now. Here, in your room, in your arms, he was safe.

And so Jamie let out a soft sigh and burrowed deeper into your embrace.

Yeah, only a drongo would dare to attack him while his mistress watched over him.

Genji

You were sure you had asked him if he was sure about a thousand times now.

Rope you could do. No problem. Hell, you could wrap that pretty neck in rope in the time it took for him to draw his shuriken. No, rope wasn’t the problem.

The knife he offered you definitely was.

Take a cyborg ninja who had nearly been hacked to death, tie him up, and threaten that scarred skin with a blade, and you potentially had a disaster on your hands.

He laughed off your worries though, telling you that he had done this countless times in his youth.

Yeah well, that ‘youth’ was a long time ago, you reminded him. He hadn’t tried anything like it since he received his new body, and there was no telling how he would react.

This aggravating man only sidled closer to you and teasingly told you that your ropes would have to hold him fast then.

You know what, you’d teach this smug ninja a thing or two.

So that’s how you ended up in bed, Genji under you with his arms secured behind his back in a prayer formation. His legs were spread and tied to the bed posts, and his waist pinned to the mattress by a combination of your weight and the thick cords running over his flesh and under the bed frame. Yeah, he’d have to strain to get out of this one, he wiggled his brows at you.

You rolled your eyes in response and picked up the kunai you pilfered from his stash. Twirling it around your fingers adroitly, you catch the gleam in his eyes as he locked gazes with you.

You leaned down, tracing his sculpted lips with the flat of the kunai. How twisted it was, you began, that a man like him so loved to be vulnerable before one who wielded a blade. As you dragged the tip across his ruined nipple, you could feel his erection stiffen beneath you.

A pretty pet, meant for pain, for pleasure…your pleasure. As you spoke, you increased the pressure and scraped at unblemished skin, cooing at the white raised lines you left in your wake.

Mmm yes, all yours to do with as you wished. If you wanted to mark him permanently as your property, you could. His heart thudded beneath your palm, and his lips fell open to emit soft pants. With every scrape, his hips juddered beneath you. With every soft exhale that chased the slight pain, he whimpered.

Then, as you angled the kunai over his heart, you caught a sudden surge of panic in his eyes. Mere seconds later, you felt his chest begin to heave as he fought to drag air into his lungs.

Your safeword fell from his lips a heartbeat after, and you quickly tossed the knife away.

Gently, you tell him to breathe and concentrate on you as you reached for your safety scissors. Every action you took was accompanied by a soft reassurance, from snipping away his restraints, to pulling him atop of you, to stroking his hair softly to calm him.

The remnants of the rope were brushed aside, and you pulled the comforters over the two of you, wrapping him in warmth to bring some sensation back into his trembling body.

You kissed his forehead and hugged him tightly. His hands, though weak, grasped at your shirt to pull you closer.

Genji burrowed his head into your neck, taking deep breaths to inhale your scent. It grounded him, calmed him, and you both stayed quiet as he slowly came back to himself.

It took a while, but then you could feel him start to nuzzle into your neck. A sign that he had pulled himself out of whatever memory he had sunk into.

Quietly, you ask him if he wants to take a walk in the gardens, and his nod made you smile. You roll the both of you out of bed, away from the blades, the rope, the smell of sweat and fear.

With your hand clasped in his, you led him into your backyard, where he dropped down onto the grass and pulled you with him. His heart still pounded under your hands, and you slowly wrapped yourself around him again, muttering quietly.

“I’ve got you.”

Lucio

You think Lucio’s beginning to regret asking to cum.

When you began, the singer was gleefully begging and writhing in his bonds, your hands working their magic on his painfully hard cock.

After all, you had forbidden him from orgasming or even stimulating himself while he was on tour.

So when he had the chance to have your hands wrap around his needy cock, he, needless to say, jumped on it.

With his hands and ankles secured to his thighs, and his knees held apart by ropes, Lucio couldn’t wriggle too far even if he wanted to.

Oh, you were so sure he wanted to.

A small anal plug was nestled into his ass, vibrating away at his prostate. Another vibrator was tied to his balls, and a cock ring fastened to the base of his penis.

The slick sounds of your hands gliding up and down his shaft, combined with the buzzing of the vibrators and his whimpers and moans drew him ever closer to release.

He begged, begged so hard and so pitifully in that beautiful voice.

“Please please let me come! I’ll do anything!”

Ah, you remind him, he’s already doing something.

He shakes in his bonds, mouth open to groan as you slow your strokes again. Again he begs, and again you set an irregular pace.

Until finally, you think you’ve had enough of teasing him, and you quicken your strokes.

Lucio almost screams in thanks as you bring him to the edge. Your thumb flicks across the head, gathering the pre-cum that’s already flowing steadily, and press deep into his slit. That sends him over, and his eyes almost pop at the orgasm that rips through him

He shudders, you tighten your grip. He writhes, you increase your pace. He screams, and you laugh in his face.

Soon, his jerks are involuntary as you use both hands to wring another orgasm out of his poor cock. Semen splashes over his chest, overlaying the seed from his previous orgasm. The contrast of cum against his dark skin is one you adore, and you smear it over his firm belly even as you continue to squeeze his cockhead.

Lucio was almost breathless at this point, as you took your pinky and dip it into the slit of his cockhead, stretching it. His hips jerked and he pushed his ass deep into the mattress as though to escape your grip, only to push the toy deeper against his prostate.

It was like being stuck between a wall and a hard place, he groaned out almost unintelligibly, his hands clenching and unclenching at his side.

Oh yeah? You would show him being stuck.

So you brought your head down and swallowed him deep, the cock ring keeping him hard even as his energy flagged.

The singer’s jaw dropped in a silent shriek and his back bowed sharply as he came for the third time.

You kept your pace up, refusing to let him go until a stuttered word reached your lips.

His safeword.

You let up immediately, hands wiping themselves on the sheets before you reached for the vibrator and plug, turning them both off.

Lucio’s sigh of relief was nigh imperceptible as you slowly ease the plug out and remove the cockring and vibrator. You let him relax for a moment more, then began the slow process of untying him, careful not to touch him more than necessary.

The column ties came away easily, and you massaged his ankles and wrists gently, coaxing his blood back into his extremities. His quiet thanks made you smile, and you kissed his cheek as you undid the ropes holding him to the bed.

Manoeuvring his limp limbs into a more comfortable position, you wiped him down with a warm, wet cloth, taking great care to avoid being too rough with his deflated cock and sensitive balls.

The man was almost dozing at this point, still stuck somewhere in subspace and dreamland, but you wedged yourself between him and the headboard and pulled his head into your lap. Even if he was sleepy, you weren’t going to skimp on his hydration levels. Almost like a child, he sipped at the cup you offered him, propping his neck and head with your body.

Only when the cup was half empty do you take it from him, shifting to move his body between your legs so he could rest his head on your belly.

“Doing ok?”

“Yep,” he piped up quietly, turning to bury his head into your stomach.

Good, you thought, and tugged the blanket over him and snagged a book from the bedside table. And with a hand tangled in his dreadlocks and another resting on his back, you felt him drift off as you begin to read aloud.

Such a good boy.

Could you please write HCs for how Genji/Lucio/Reinhardt and how they might help/deal with an s/o who has a bad habit of bottling up their issues until they get irritable or cry for a mini meltdown? I do this. ._. I need comfort.

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c r i e s I need comfort now too

Genji:

  • He’ll hold your hand real tight when he notices you’re getting pretty stressed out.
  • He’ll always try to sneak you somewhere private so you can cool down. He’ll gently stroke your back and tell you to just let it all out, it’s okay.
  • He constantly urges you to vent to him when you need to. If something upset you, he is willing to sit back and listen. Or, if not him, he offers to refer you to Zenyatta for help as well. 
  • Seeing you bottle things up reminds him too much of himself when he was in Blackwatch. He remembers how unhealthy and miserable that was for him, and he does not want that for you.
  • When you break down crying, he nearly starts crying himself. It hurts him too much to see you in so much distress.

Lúcio:

  • He does his best to cheer you up. He gives you kisses, rubs your shoulders, offers some relaxing music to listen to. Anything he can do to lessen the edge.
  • When you do have a meltdown, he just holds you tight. He doesn’t shush you or anything, just holds you and lets you get it all out of your system.
  • If he is present, he will make an effort to step in and prevent any issues from stressing you out further.
  • He feels a little sad if you lash out at him due to irritability, but he reminds himself that you’re having a hard time and tries not to take it personally.
  • He will make you a super fatty, big portioned meal that will surely set you at ease. You can taste every ounce of love he poured into that food. 

Reinhardt:

  • He gets extremely protective when you have a meltdown. He’ll hold you tight and shield you from the scary outside world.
  • His first response to finding out the source of your distress is anger. He wants to crush the thing that made you so upset, but he knows what you need most is his comfort.
  • He’ll give you sweet, tickley kisses and pet your sweet head with his big hand.
  • If you’re irritable or snappy, he has no problem leaving you alone. He may leave out a nice home cooked meal for you though. He can’t leave you entirely alone.
  • Prepare for the ultimate spooning at bed time. His large frame keeps you well guarded so you’ll get to sleep feeling safe and secure. It’s a great way to wind down after such a hard time.

Your Good Boys

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Notes: Hanzo is an akita inu. Genji is cross between an akita and a shiba inu. They share a father (I like the idea of Genji having a different mother to explain some of their differences in personality). Genji is a cyborg in this AU, so his tail isn’t as full as Hanzo’s like it used to be. Lucio is a black labrador. He has all the love for everyone, the excitement, and the loudness that the breed has, and he’s the type that would jump in and save any drowning person without a second thought. McCree is a mutt with a straight, bushy tail. Whatever breeds he is, he is slow to trust, sometimes needs his space, and has a history of being an escape artist. This probably points to a less-than-loving upbringing.

Three out of four of your pups are morning people. Genji and Lucio are already wrestling on the rug by the time you get up. Genji’s face is bare. He only wears his mask when outside the house, around strangers. They take pretend nips at each other, rolling back and forth. Lucio is grinning. He’s just here to play. Genji is smiling, but he’s more serious about winning. Hanzo is reading something on his phone, but he watches them from the corner of his eye on the couch in case it gets too rough for his liking.

You come into the room, and your two pups get up from the floor to come greet you. Lucio’s black tail wags as he smiles and kisses your cheek. You stick out your chin and offer both cheeks up for their kisses with a happy smile. Genji sneaks a lick to your neck. You shove him playfully and laugh. Lucio giggles, and they return to the rug to play.

You sit next to Hanzo. Wordlessly, he leans on you. He kisses your shoulder. His tail wags once, because he feels complete with you safe at his side.
Genji easily pins Lucio to the ground. Lucio was born the runt of his siblings, but he makes up for it with a big heart. Genji’s curly tail wags excitedly, but then he stiffens and looks to the door. As does Hanzo. They can sense someone approaching the house.

“Who is it?” you ask.

“The mail carrier,” Hanzo says. “She always comes too close. I don’t appreciate it.”

“Your tail says different.” It wags lazily. Hanzo is thinking about disagreeing, despite this, so you press the matter gently. “Why don’t you go meet her? You might like her.”

“I must decline, Master.”

You shrug. “Alright.”

The mail goes through the slot in the door. Hanzo gets up to fetch it. He looks it over before handing it to you.

“Thank you,” you tell him brightly. “Good boy.”

You offer your cheek to him, and he gives it a peck before going to the kitchen to make you breakfast, curly tail high and proud against his lower back. It’s white and perfectly fluffy from being groomed by Hanzo himself.

“OW!” is the sudden shout from Lucio.

Genji backs off and starts to apologize, but Hanzo is already in the kitchen doorway, telling his brother to come help with the food. Genji doesn’t immediately obey. Instead, he sits up straight and looks to you for orders. Partially because you’re the master, and partially because it irritates Hanzo.

“Go on,” you say.

He comes to give you a quick kiss on the cheek before going to the kitchen with a happy few wags from the affection.

“What’s all this darned racket?” grumbles Jesse.

He comes sauntering down the hall from the bedroom. Lucio’s shout woke him up. His tail hangs lazily as he walks, still in his pajamas.

“What’s up, Man?” Lucio asks him hopefully.

“I don’t wanna play right now, Bud,” he replies.

Lucio is a little disappointed. His floppy, black ears droop, but he quickly recovers. He goes to the kitchen to chat with the brothers. Maybe annoy Hanzo. Who knows.

McCree collapses onto the couch next to you and lays his head on your lap. He’s a warm weight on your thighs. You brush his messy hair back from his face with your fingers and pull gently on his soft, chocolate-brown ears.

“What do you wanna do today?” you ask him.

“Sleep,” he mumbles.

“We can’t just do that!”

The other three convince McCree to agree to a trip to the park, but only if they let him lay under the shade of a tree. They agree, everyone piles into your car. The ride there is with all the windows rolled down, of course.

Genji and Lucio race from the parking lot after you park the car. Hanzo is hanging back, fixing his ponytail.

“I don’t know why ya bother, if it’s just gonna get mussed every time we take a car ride,” Jesse says.

Hanzo hmphs and breaks into a run to catch up with Genji and Lucio. He won’t admit it easily, but he worries how the other hybrids will react to his brother. Genji won’t lose a fight, but it weighs heavy on his heart for hours afterwards if anyone makes a snide comment or otherwise picks on him.

“How’s it smell?” you ask Jesse as you both walk along a gravel path that leads to the park’s lake.

Jesse raises his chin to take a few sniffs.

“Smell’s nice. Like flowers and wet earth. One other dog here, but she’s far away. On her own, so she probably won’t bother us none. Also, wet dog. That’d be Lucio probably already jumped in the lake.”

You and Jesse catch up to the others. He’s right, Lucio is already swimming, with his dreads tied up on top of his head to avoid getting them wet.

“Throw me something! C’mon! I’ll catch it,” he calls to Genji with a daring grin.

“You’re on,” he replies.

Jesse disappears to take his nap. You have a nice sit to watch your boys have fun. Genji throws whatever branch he can find for Lucio to fetch. Eventually, Genji gets restless and goads Hanzo into chasing him.

As soon as Genji growls at Hanzo’s overbearing nature is when you know it’s time to go. They’ve worn themselves out. You stand up and bark an order at them all to come before a real fight starts.

“Genji in front with Jesse,” you say. “Lucio, Hanzo, heel.”

Being told what to do is what they need right now, they’re so tired. And they will sleep well tonight.

There are enough beds in the house for everyone. Sometimes even Lucio or Jesse sleep on the biggest couch if they feel like it. But they still insist on squabbling a little over who gets to sleep with you just before bedtime. Hanzo gets grumpy. Lucio gives you puppy eyes. Genji gets touchy-feeling. Jesse just sneaks onto the bed, and the others find him and pull him off. So you instituted a chart with their names on it in a certain order to fix the issue. 

“Tonight, it’s Lucio’s turn,” you announce.

Three tails sag as the other boys walked away.

Lucio lasts two seconds trying to play it cool before he wiggles over to cuddle, his tail thudding repeatedly on the mattress. Hanzo normally goes to sleep with space between you, but you wake up with him protectively and awkwardly draped over you. Genji likes to sleep back-to-back, and sometimes he wakes you when he dreams of chasing something. His legs twitching and his tail wagging, which has somehow made its way between your legs. Jesse is the only one that sleeps keeping to himself and stays that way, like he had to sleep in a small space with many siblings as a puppy. He sleeps in, and you usually wake him with gentle pets.

So, I’m a full-on adult and I just now figured out that I’m bi and am getting comfortable with it. Can I please get something with Lucio regarding this? idk, maybe a heart to heart? thank you my dear!

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👏 Give me Bi Lucio or give me death. 👏

  • You notice that Lúcio will occasionally wear outfits consisting only of the Bi flag’s colors. He’d never told you he was Bi, but you had a sneaking suspicion and really wanted someone to talk to about this. Who better than the man you were dating anyway?
  • You bring it up to him cautiously, emphasizing that you still have feelings for him. You’re just beginning to notice and come to terms with the fact you are finding an attraction in women as well as men.
  • Lúcio is very proud of you for having the courage to tell him about this. He tells you he is most certainly bi. He just didn’t mention it to you because he didn’t think it mattered much since you two were together already.
  • To comfort you, he admits that he had a hard time figuring out his sexuality as well. He spent a great part of his youth denying the possibility and trying to ignore his true sexuality. Even now he admits he still has a lot to figure out.
  • Lúcio holds your hand and kisses your cheek, promising he’ll do whatever he can to help you settle into your identity, though most of it does rely on you alone. 
  • Now he’ll sport more bi pride than ever! For the two of you combined! 

👏👏👏👏

How about some sensory deprivation with Lucio? It’d be a nice contrast to the bright, loud life he lives. A nice opportunity to appreciate all that his dom gives him and take a moment to just breathe and chill out.

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Sure thing! Have some headcanons

  • Lucio enjoys being deprived of his sight more than he is his other senses, and hearing to a small degree. This is because it’s highly likely that Lucio has tinnitus, possibly to a fair degree since he’s surrounded himself with music and frequently plays at concerts. As a result, it’s very uncomfortable for Lucio to have his hearing taken from him. He’s happy if you play something soft in the background to tune out his tinnitus, and it doesn’t have to be anything upbeat. Just a little something to drown out the slight ringing in his ears.
  • When he’s in a blindfold, he softens and leans into your every touch, smiling gently and seeking you when you move away. He’ll jump if he doesn’t expect you to touch a certain area, but he relaxes quickly. He can stay awake while blindfolded for a long time, often just humming to himself serenely to keep himself focused. 
  • Being deprived of touching you is a guilty pleasure of his. He loves running his hands over your skin, loves singing songs about your body and how his hands fit you like they were made for you. But when he’s stopped from using his hands and his mouth, he pouts and wriggles around, begging you to let him touch you just once, just his fingertips. You can get him to spew the filthiest things when he’s like this, because he’ll serenade you with his words and his fantasies if he can’t worship you with his hands and mouth. 
  • Lucio doesn’t quite like it when you prevent him from tasting you. He lives for your musk on his tongue, the salty-sweet of your skin, the heavy taste of your pussy. If he can’t have that, then he’s just not really enjoying himself. And he’s not mollified by kisses every now and then too, he wants to worship you with his mouth and his tongue as much as possible, to show you that it’s good for more than just singing and rhyming and seducing you.
  • In the end though, Lucio always comes out really relaxed after such sessions. He’s pliable, a puddle of goo, when the blindfold and the earphones come off, and he’ll just drape himself over you when you release him from his restraints. It’s nice to just take a step back and simply exist – to just bask in your presence. He would do this every day if he could, but as it is, it’s a nice treat for him every once in a while and he cherishes it greatly.

Could I request headcanons with a very tired female s/o who doesn‘t wants to sleep (maybe because of a nightmare or what you want)? With Lúcio, McCree and Junkrat please :)

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I have a thing for tired reader and/or tired character; just too sweet. Hope you like!

Lúcio

  • he can clearly see how tired you are as you slump in front of the desk very late at night, writing away at some reports
  • approaches behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and tells you that you need to go to sleep because it’s not good for your health (quite the worry wart for you)
  • you’re reluctant at first because you need to have them done before morning comes, but Lúcio is not getting any of that from you
  • “But you should at least rest a little. Your job is stressing as it is and you need to look out for yourself, docinho.”  “But I need to finish these first.”  “Fine, I will stay here with you then until you finish.”
  • starts to get sleepy but he’s a strong frog (strong frog he is)
  • wraps his arm around your waist as you begin to stand up and guides you to your bed
  • waits until you have fallen asleep and gives your lips a soft kiss
  • “So stubborn but I love you anyway.”

McCree

  • can’t believe you’re still at the practice room at this hour even though you had told him hours ago that you would rest very soon

  • “Sweetheart, what are you still doing here? Have you even looked at the time?”  “Yea but I haven’t gotten this right yet.”  “Can’t you do it tomorrow?”  “Na ah.” 

  • walks towards you with his fists clenched, takes the weapon away from your hands and carries you in his arms despite your protests (angry cowboy)

  • lays you in bed and gives you a look saying to go to sleep, hands on his hips

  • “If I see you doing something like this again, I will do the same like I did tonight. Don’t even dare me because I will, pumpkin.”

  • even if you twist and turn on the bed, Jesse won’t let you go anywhere, even the bathroom

  • he knows you want to get better but there’s a limit to everything

  • once you fall asleep, he will rub your hair and give your forehead a kiss

  • “A cowboy ain’t nothing without it’s healthy lady.”

Junkrat

  • he’s used to sleeping late and does it frequently but he’s quite surprised when you haven’t called him to go to bed with you

  • finds out that you are actually in the bed but you’re reading a pretty long book

  • gives you a bewildered look but you don’t notice because you are engrossed on it

  • “Darl’? Don’t you think you should be sleeping by now?”  “It’s just that I got in a good part and then another and then another!”  “Huh, I see.”

  • you’re not paying attention to him anymore and he just plops into bed, tossing away your book (quite the jealous one)

  • proceeds to hug you and won’t let go until you give and go to sleep

  • you finally fall asleep and gives you a last squeeze and kiss on your cheek

  • “Such a sheila.”

tacticalvisor76:

a/n: wanted to write how i thought a kiss with some of the guys would be an this is what i came up with. 

Reinhardt: 

His kiss is soft, full of affection. The hairs from his beard tickle your face, making you laugh into the kiss. To which he cups your cheeks in his hand and rubs his facial hair on your face while he peppers your face in kisses. His kisses are always gentle, always full of love as he has gotten older Reinhardt has learned that he should cherish what he has left after already losing so much. 

Lucio: 

The kiss is full of love, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips while he massages your scalp pleased when he earns a happy hum from you. Loves kissing you to show his affection, breaking the kiss to put his forehead against yours smiling while he rubs his nose against yours. His kisses are always warm, and easy to lose yourself in. 

Junkrat: 

It’s sudden, out of now where your only warning is the sudden smell of chemicals and soot before his lips crash into yours. The air was sucked out of your lungs, he was taking it, taking it as freely as you were giving it to him. You could taste the soot on his lips before he pulled away with the biggest of smiles on his face while he butts his forehead against yours. 

Roadhog: 

A gruff voice, warm hands that bring your face so that you are both looking at one another. His kisses are quick, but sometimes they linger. Expressing his feelings when he lacks the words to craft in perfect detail how he feels for you. Much kinder, and sweeter than one would expect from him, leaning into his kisses with a smile on your face to hold his cheeks in your hands. 

MASTERLIST

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Original Works:

Maximilien (Talon)

Mei

Lucio

Reinhardt

Sombra

Zarya

Mchanzo

Reap76

Genji

Reyes/Reaper

Morrison/Soldier 76

Hanzo

Mccree

Headcanons

Kandomere

Fully updated masterlist!