Trigger warning: talk of poor mental health, really light mention of suicide
The more you walk, the more drenched you become, the more your fingers hurt, the more you regret behaving the way you did. You should have just gone home, left through the front door like a normal human being instead of being so desperate to get away that you literally left through a window. But now you’re all turned around and walking by yourself in the middle of the night. You’d left your bag at the table when you’d gone to the bathroom, your wallet and keys in it, so you can’t pay for a taxi or get into your home anyways. You have your phone in your pocket, having silenced it at the beginning of the night so nothing would distract you from spending time with Jack and Gabe. Now you’re too ashamed of yourself to bring it out of your jeans, you can’t face them, you’re a coward and an emotional mess. You can’t even imagine yourself looking them in the eye.
It’s not too vague!! I decided to narrow it down myself to HCs for Blackwatch Genji. There are also theseposts
Sometimes, Genji doesn’t like you touching his cybernetic parts, because it’s a reminder of what he is now
He’ll jerk away from your hand in annoyance
Sometimes, he likes that you explore his body because you think he’s cool and it strokes his ego
His red eyes follow you closely
Other times, he clings to you like his life depends on it, because he needs comfort now
“Genji, I can hardly breathe!” you say, laughing
Genji growls with that tinny quality to his voice, refusing to let go. It’s cute
There are times when ignoring him makes him appear next to you, silently begging for attention
You weren’t actually ignoring him, he just hadn’t been in physical contact with you for a while and it’s a little distressing for him
Hold his hand for a bit and then he’s good again for the next while
This all happens in secret
It’s bad enough that people stare when he’s walking around alone
Genji doesn’t want anyone looking at him while he’s being open and vulnerable with you
It makes him feel helpless and exposed
Genji prefers to hold you with his human arm if he’s not holding you with both arms
He assumes you’d be uncomfortable with his other arm, and frankly, he didn’t ask if it’s true
Genji is the kind of stressed and tired that if you gave him loving and gentle touches just right and for long enough, that he’d fall asleep on, or next to, you
The first time Genji takes his mouth guard off around you, he wants you to make a bit of a fuss over how good-looking you find him
But not too much of a fuss
Kiss his cheeks a bunch, and he’ll cry tears of joy, because he’d forgotten what it’s like to be touched there
Day 5 – Feet
Well, being stepped on.
Amelie mock gasped. “Did that sting?”
Yes, it did. The black, sandal heel on the bottom of her foot felt like a gouge into your soft skin. Soft, from her buttering your skin with lotion and salves after the last session.
She had just one shoe on the middle of your back and pressed it down once. Testing. You lay on the floor, of course. Only the floor was fitting for such a naughty girl. You dug your fingernails into the carpet at the heel cutting gently into your skin.
Amelie put her weight on her foot to left the other off the floor. You groaned quietly, some of the air being pushed out of your lungs. You could still breath easily, however. The toe of the strappy heel hovered delicately in the air. The sniper’s side curved inward prettily, stopped at her waist, and flared out in shape of her hips. She held all these parts perfectly still and graceful, as if mid-step in a dance.
She didn’t lift her arms above her head, though. She stared, unblinking and uncaring down at your naked body with her yellow eyes. You, the naughty one, in sharp pain.
Not that she cared. And that’s what made your clit pulse. You wouldn’t have minded if she pushed the toe of her shoe into your pussy, but she wouldn’t. The shoes cost too much, she said.
“I don’t know why you enjoy this. I suppose that makes you more pathetic,” she said with a deceptively pleased lilt.
She wasn’t pleased; she was amused. A tiny smile curved her lips. It was something you lived to see, because it was so rare. But you couldn’t see it right now. Still, were high on being beneath her feet. At your countess’s mercy.
Amelie muttered to herself in French, purposefully so you couldn’t understand, disappointment dragging her tone down. Suddenly, she lowered the other shoe onto your back. She towered, rigid-backed, over your prone form, claiming you anew after your transgression. She lifted the glass of wine into the air before her, swirling the liquid. She ignored your presence to sniff the aroma that met her delicate little nose. Treated like the dirt on the floor you were, your thoughts trailed off pleasantly.
Amelie rocked back on her heels, making them cut into you again. They were going to leave red marks in your skin, and you loved that. Because she was going to smooth lotion on your back after, with as much love as she could muster in her cold hands. She purred to you praising words while she did so. It was amazing how caring she could be, for a literal cold-blooded killer.
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