For the fluff requests can you do morning cuddles with Reinhardt or Zenyatta? My boys don't get enough love!! :(
“Just five more minutes…”
Your whine was soft and muffled against Reinhardt’s chest, your legs curling up tightly as you pressed yourself even closer to the giant man. His snores were much quieter than one would expect from a man of his size, rumbling through you comfortingly, keeping you halfway between sleep and full wakefulness. The soft twinkling of the room’s ambient alarm prevented you from dozing off once more however, your nose scrunching up at the indignant system that wouldn’t allow you to rest.
“Agent Y/N, you have snoozed your alarm twice", Athena’s soft lilting voice stated matter-of-factly. “If you would still like to make it to training, I would advise waking up now.”
“It’s Saturday just reschedule”, you groaned, knowing now you weren’t going back to sleep but you definitely weren’t getting out of bed.
“Understood”, Athena answered, your phone pinging softly with the apparent new time you would have the training room for.
Snuggling closer to Reinhardt’s chest you realized that his snores had stopped, shifting closer to the man as his hands began to gently rub up and down your back. You resisted the urge to purr, just barely, sighing in utter contentment instead as his warmth poured over you. You swore this man was a furnace, his heat absolutely engulfing you as most of his body did. He laid on his side, curled almost protectively around you, your head nuzzled against his chest and underneath his chin, his massive arms resting against your waist. This is how the two of you slept most nights with, locked in his embrace, your arms rubbing up and down his arms until sleep overtook you. It was heaven.
You hummed low in your throat as his hands climbed up from you back and gently into your hair, scratching at your scalp and sending warm shivers down your spine. Gingerly you pulled your hands away from your chest, lifting until one rested on either side of Reinhardt’s bearded face, nails lightly scratching his jawline.
“Mmm good morning mein hase”, Reinhardt rumbled, twisting his head so he could kiss at your fingertips drawing a quiet giggle from you.
“Guten morgen my big bear”, you murmured back, tilting your head up and kissing his bearded chin lightly. It had been a long while since the scratch had bothered you, the texture a welcome comfort against your lips.
“Just five more minutes hmmm”,, he asked, his normally loud voice, low and rumbly with sleep, a soft laugh in his tone.
“Hmm”, you tease back, chuckling quietly as he take a moment to nip at your fingers. “Well an opening seems to have popped up in my schedule so I think I have a…little bit more time.”
“Ahhh”, he said in mock sudden understanding. “Well mein hase, why don’t we spend a few more moments in bed before breakfast?”
“Good morning my flower. Did you sleep well?”
A lazy smile stretched across your lips at the sound of Zenyatta’s harmonic voice, his hand slowly smoothing over your hair. Being an Omnic, Zenyatta didn’t need to sleep in the traditional sense; he would go into ‘sleep mode’ for a couple of hours at night before waking at sunrise to meditate. Still, he had taken to ‘sleeping’ in your room, petting your head and rubbing your back until you dozed off. In the morning, he would do the same, instead of a brash alarm clock, he’d gently stroke your face and hair until you were brought into the conscious would once more. Nuzzling into his touch, your eyes cracked open slowly, your smile only growing as your saw his faceplate. His head was slightly tilted , able to read the affectionate mannerism effortlessly.
“I did”, you answered honestly, voice soft and quickly taken over by a yawn. “How was your morning meditation, dearest?”
“I found it quite pleasant”, Zenyatta stated warmly, fingers stilling on your head for a brief second. “Bastion and Ganymede joined Genji and I. I must say, it was a much livelier meditation session than what I am used to . But change can be quite refreshing, no?”
You chuckled softly, nodding in agreement before lightly taking his hand between both of yours and kissing it lightly. His chassis was warm, something that often surprised people the first time they touched him. Full body heating modules were needed when going to the Nepalese temple, the biting winters enough to stop the processors in unwarmed Omnics. He had once joked that coming with a personal heater was a benefit of dating him. You laughed and reminded him that it was just one of so many.
“Mmm yes very refreshing”, you answered back as you gently tugged his hand so he was pulled further onto your bed, scooting back to make room for him. He chuckled softly, carefully pulling his legs up and crossing them. Lifting yourself up halfway, you very carefully placed your head in his lap, head placed against his thigh, blinking away the sleep languidly. His hands instantly cupped either side of your face, thumbs stroking in slow downward circles and drawing a pleased hum out of you. “So…tell me about this meditation session?”
“Certainly my flower…”