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“You can do this,” Genji expressed passionately at you, looking intensely at your eyes, not letting his eyes leave you. The ninja knew that you had been having not some very good days as of late and he hated to see you so defeated. If you needed encouragement, even if you hadn’t asked him to do it, Genji swore to himself that he would try to help you as best as he could.
He went to take a hold of your hands and softly squeezed them, rubbing at your knuckles.
“You’re stronger than you think you are I know you will get through this.” He saw as your eyes began to leave his eyes, a sad smile on your lips. Genji wouldn’t give up on you, not even in a million years, and he was determined to tell you everything you needed to be reminded about yourself. Placing a hand on your chin so that he could bring your face up once again, he softly smiled at you.
“I know you’re strong because you have endured many hardships. I know you can keep on going because of all of the hurdles that have been thrown at you and you have not let a single one stop you.” If words like these were the only way to help you in some way, he would do it as long as he needed to that smile of yours and that shine on your eyes. Letting go of your hand and chin, Genji went to take you in his arms, giving the top of your head a small peck. He leaned his head into yours and swayed you from one side to the other.
“Everything will be alright. Even if it may seem that it’s the end of the world, just remember that you’re stronger than you think you are and I’m always here to for you. I will always believe in you.”
Tag: comfort
Kinktober 2k18 Day 23: Scars
Genji x Reader
I love hanzo ok like damn from young to scion to now but me being on the bigger side has me “he won’t like me” because LOOK AT HIM, he also just makes me nervous from how serious he is it messes me up sometimes help
Listen, you just gotta remember that even under all that serious facade, and that rock hard body, that Hanzo is human. He has his weaknesses, the things he prefers. And that even you can enthrall him with your big curves, and enthrall him with the way your body jiggles as Hanzo fucks you senseless. Just because he has standards he upholds for his own body, doesn’t mean that he’s holding you to those same standards. Beyond that, just imagine how special you are because you’re the one person he can stand. The one person he allows to do all the small things that he wouldn’t just let anyone do. The one person he really tries to impress, the one person he really goes out of his way for. That’s you.
Whenever you’re away on a trip, Puppy!cree sleeps in your bed because your scent eases his separation anxiety.
Did someone ask for Genji in addition to McCree?
McCree
Pup!Cree doesn’t come across as a boy who is needy and starved of affection. Not when he struts around like he owns the place and flirts back with gusto. Well, if you did think he’s not the needy sort, you’re quickly reassessing your opinion when the poor pup hangs off your legs as you pile your bags next to the door.
“Where are you going?” He pouts up at you, ears and tail drooping. “How long are you gonna be gone for?” How long as you going to leave him alone?
You laugh at his wobbling lip and pet him lovingly. “Just two days, doggy. You can last that long without me, can’t you?”
Two days? That’s…that’s nearly an eternity! “I’ll die before you get home,” he wails and hugs you tighter, trying his best to imitate a python to stop you from leaving. “That’s too long.”
While endearing, his antics are delaying your departure and you really did need to go now. With a sigh and a quick kiss, you quickly wrench him off you and pass him a pillow you keep in your car just for him. “Sorry, doggy. You’re going to have to put your big boy pants on for two days until I get back. Be good, alright Jesse?” Before he can recover from your hurried kiss, you rush out the door and lock it behind you, waving at your pet from the car window as you speed off.
Now, McCree is all alone in this big house, left staring at the door on his knees – just where you left him. Whining and pawing at the door uselessly, he leans against the wood and fights back the tension building in his chest. Okay, just two days, he can do this! You’ll be back in a heartbeat! He can be a big pup and take care of himself until you get back and-
He makes it to your bedroom to make the bed before your scent hits him right in the nose. And just like that, he crumbles again. But-but what if you don’t come back? Are you going to abandon him again? Surely not, right! He’s been a good boy for you, he hasn’t destroyed anything in the house for a month and he didn’t chew on your favourite heels. Heck, he even refrained from begging for scraps at the table! That’s what a good boy does, right? You’re not possibly going to leave a good boy behind, right?
Deep, even breaths quickly become nigh hyperventilating. McCree is starting to panic a little bit. What if you don’t come back. What if you decided to abandon him like his previous owners? What if what if what if-
It’s nonsense, he knows that. You love him more than anything else in the world, as you said countless times ever since you brought him home from the shelter. He can ride this out, he knows he can. He just needs a little bit of comfort for the moment. Just something to make him think you’re still here.
With that in mind, he sheds his clothes and crawls into your bed, rolling around in the sheets and burying his nose in your pillow to take in deep lungfuls of your comforting scent. In mere minutes his anxiety dies down bit by bit, soothing his breathing and his frantic heartbeat until he’s dozing quietly under your heavy duvet.
Yeah, you’ll be back. Just two days. Just…just two days.
Genji
What was supposed to be a day trip has turned into a three-day nightmare. Genji curls despondently into the messily made nest as he mourns your fading scent. The sheets and blankets and pillows smell more like him than it does of you now, sending him into a deep funk that he’s not sure he can climb out of on his own. All the linens that you’ve touched are hoarded onto your bed, pooling around him and making up for your absence somewhat.
But as comfortable as his nest is, it doesn’t replace your warmth and your reassuring presence. And has he mentioned that his nest doesn’t really smell like you anymore? Because it doesn’t. And it’s driving him mad.
The first few hours of making his nest were heaven save for the near-crippling separation anxiety that made him act almost embarrassingly clingy. He went about collecting every piece of soft material that even remotely smelled like you and piled it on the bed, crawling into it soon after to burrow deep within its depths. It was sort of what cat-nip would be to him if there was ever a version that could affect him, and he rolled around in its softness up until twilight when he expected you to return.
When you didn’t, he first got anxious again. Did you leave him? Did you decide not to come back?
Luckily for his sanity, you texted him saying that you’ll be delayed for a further two days and that you were really sorry. That you’ll make it up to him when you get back. He remembers nearly tearing up in relief that you haven’t abandoned him, instead replying that you’ll make it up to him indeed. Seeing your text soothes him a little, but soon he’s back to his old ways of worrying and fidgeting and letting his mind go down that forbidden rabbit hole.
The nest helps a little. Keyword: a little. He squirms in it and ruts into your panties and takes his showers with your toiletries. Anything to make him smell like you and make him think that you’re still there. Heck, he even fires up the electric blanket for some additional warmth.
Hour by hour, day by day, and by now the nest isn’t helping at all. He paces up and down the halls of your house, checking the window and the door for any sign of your arrival. You’re due back any moment now – you even texted him to say that you’re in the home stretch. Any moment now. Any. Moment.
He sits before the door, ears perked and eyes glued to the stained glass for any sign of a shadow approaching the stoop. The light dims and his pupils dilate. How long has he been sitting there? A few minutes? A few hours? He loses time while he waits with bated breath, his hands twitching every time he hears something outside the door.
It must have been only fifteen minutes, but to him, it felt like an eternity before his sharp hearing picks up your car pulling into the driveway and your distinct footsteps approaching the door. Shaking and nearly limp with relief, he can’t do much other than lean against the wall and howl with happiness the moment you open the door.
“I’m home-Genji! What are you doing on the floor, you silly pup!” You admonish him with a tired smile and drop your bag, just in time to catch him as he throws himself at your legs with slightly teary eyes.
“You’re home!” It’s almost a sob but he’ll never admit it. “Welcome home.”
You’re home. You’re home. And now, he’s home.
for the kissing prompt — twenty, for Genji? pleasedontjudgeme
…on a scar.
Genji has long passed the phase of ‘self-consciousness’ years ago, wearing the wounds of his past like they actually belong to him rather than the tragedy that claims its name over him.
However, it returns to being a point of self-consciousness for both Shimada brothers when Hanzo joins Overwatch, entirely reluctant but too stubborn to leave now that his mistakes and shame have been laid bare for all to see.
It was difficult for them both at first and even long after that. Hanzo, despite his distance and his usual stoic demeanor, could not hide the tightening of his jaw or the way his eyes avert themselves whenever he sees Genji’s scars, unsure of which are the result of his actions or the result of numerous surgeries. And Genji, still willing and perhaps a little guilty of his past actions as a younger–more foolish–man, still tried to close the gap.
But you knew it tore him apart at the delicately closed seams.
Behind closed doors, you pressed your lips against the ragged skin of his cheeks until the mask came down. His hands just gripped your hips and waist, heavy and entirely too tight as you worked. A kiss on the corner of his mouth. Against his forehead. For the scars and marks you couldn’t reach, you soothed with your hands, memorizing the story they each told and the anguish they contained beneath.
“It’s okay,” you murmured against his thinned lips. “It’s okay.”
And he only held you tighter.
Day 17 v.2 – Collaring
“I am going to make you mine,” Genji said.
“I’m already yours,” you said sleepily. Contentedly.
Your legs relaxed open and fell to the bed from his waist. If Genji was a cat, he’d purr smugly. His cybernetics whined quietly as he bent down kiss up your neck and place a kiss on your cheek with a soft smacking sound. His lips tickled up your skin, little bursts of happiness mirrored inside.
He continued to rain kisses all over your face and neck, making you giggle and squirm. He was supremely happy with the heavenly haze he put you in. He had made love to you until he coaxed your body to its peak and watched you light up with pleasure.
Then he chose to stick close until you will inevitably come down from your high. You were safe and emotionally anchored with your master, so close. You put your hand to his bicep and held on.
Genii smiled and rolled over to your side and continued to gaze at you with his warm, brown eyes. You plastered yourself to his side out of habit, tucking your knee up across him.
“So needy,” he murmured.
He stretched a hand towards the bedside table, seeking your present. It was with some trepidation that he took the thin strip of black leather in his metal fingers. You wouldn’t refuse. He had no reason to worry.
“I have something for you.”
A smile overtook your face.
“Really?!”
“Yes,” he replied, pressing another kiss to your forehead.
You stretched your neck, offering it up for the collar. Once it was hugging your skin–and you tugged on it to check it wasn’t too tight–you instantly felt safer. Relief. You had found a place you belonged. You curled tighter against the solid presence of Genji’s body. His hand was a comforting weight on your back.
Poly!R76 x Insecure!Reader 2/3
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.
I hear you have an (almost) empty box! If I may contribute, could I please have the fluffiest hug/cuddle/touch headcannons you can think of? I’m sorry if this is a bit vague, but thank you!
It’s not too vague!! I decided to narrow it down myself to HCs for Blackwatch Genji. There are also these posts
- 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
- “Can you feel this?”
With summer fading, Hanamura sinks into autumn and though it is late in the evening, the streets are alive for Tsukimi. Genji walks with you, one sweatered arm around your shoulder. “You should see this place in the spring,” he says, almost wistful, as you marvel at the way the season has touched everything.
Music dissolves into the distant sounds of the crowd as you begin to wander, following his lead, pulled towards Shimada Castle’s gates, stopping when they’re within reach. He lets his gaze crawl over the carved dragons before taking a deep inhale as if to speak but there’s nothing needs to be said. You sense apprehension to say too little or too much, his attention turns inward, trance-like.
Finally: “I need a minute, if that’s okay.”
These moon-viewings used to be a family event.
The night is young and clear. Branches quake, leaves rustle like feathers. Wind carries the scent of fire, chestnuts, taro, persimmons, incense. You kissed Genji earlier, tasted the sweetness of dango on him. These things linger.
“Can you feel this?” Looking over your shoulder, you admire his profile; distinct curve of the bridge of his nose, skin washed in pale gold. He laughs a little to himself so you clarify, I mean, can you feel the light of the moon?
“Yes, I can.” He pauses, the explanation slips away as he searches for it. You are patient as he summons the words. “There is so much here… in the sky, in the air.” Reminders of life. Of Death. Reminders of things he knows intimately—things he wants to forget, but can’t.
It was hard coming home.
You move closer to his side, he is privately thankful for how you lean into him. There is a sad smile etched into the corners of his eyes that you can identify with the smallest of glances. He knows you see it.
Genji clasps one of your hands, guides it to his chest, over his heart. His voice is low and soft, despite the heavy pounding. “What about this? Can you feel how much it means to me that you’re here tonight?”
Imagine you’re about to have sex for the first time with Genji, but he’s so nervous… so afraid his body will turn you off. Afraid he won’t please you. Afraid he’ll go back to the days of his youth—- He has so much anxiety, he realizes he can’t even get it up.
He’s extremely embarrassed and swears it’s not your fault! He just has so much on his mind… But it’s okay! You tell him you can wait until he feels more comfortable and he needs to be a little better at communicating his insecurities. Rather than having sex that night, the two of you just snuggle warmly in bed while you pepper his cheeks with kisses.
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. POOR BABY!!
He’s humiliated. And not in a
good way.In all his years he never wished
he could get an erection harder than he does now. He avoids your gaze and
glares down at his flaccid cock, looking embarrassingly tiny against his armour
and the dark synthetic flesh of his inner thigh. Faintly, he quips about how he’s
a grower and not a shower, trying so very hard not to let his mortification
bleed through his devil-may-care tone.In his chest his heart freezes
and sits like a stone, dread coursing through him at your silence as you sit
between his legs on the bed. Though his lungs struggle to drag in air, he
forces himself to croak out that he’s sorry. It’s not your fault, it’s his –
his and his stupid issues that never seem to go away no matter how long his
wounds have had to heal. It’s been ten years but the imperfection of his flesh
and metal body still haunts him every time he looks down or in the mirror. Fuck,
he thought he got over it long ago but he supposes there are some things he
just can’t fix.He rambles on, accent thickening
as he stumbles over his words. Eyes locked on your knees, he crosses his hands
over his crotch, mumbling again that he’s very sorry. He knows you’ve been
looking forward to being more intimate with him for a while. His brother was
right, he does ruin everything he touches, he-His self-deprecating mental
tirade is halted in its tracks by your hand as it cups his cheek lovingly,
bringing his teary gaze up to your eyes that are full of understanding.It’s okay. It’s really okay. He
doesn’t have to feel bad about something that he has no control over. You reassure
him gently and help him exchange his hands for his crotch guard, latching it in
place for him when his hands proved too shaky to do it himself. With slow
movements, you pull his head down to your shoulder and hug him securely, crooning
into his ear that he can take as much time as he needs to be comfortable with
his body around you. Rome wasn’t built in a day, after all. Baby steps, dear sparrow.
Baby steps.Your embrace is like a warm
blanket for him, dousing his fear that you’d be disappointed in him. That’s the
last thing he ever wants to do. In his relief, he feels tears well up in his
eyes anew and he has to bury his face in your neck to stop you from seeing him
so weak. So vulnerable. But you don’t care that he’s crying a little into your
neck and soaking the collar of your shirt; in fact, you just pull him closer
and drag him into your lap so you can tangle your limbs together with his.It doesn’t take him long to recover
from his mini-breakdown and to wrap his strong arms around your back to glue
himself to your smaller frame. He sighs into your skin and wipes the dampness
off with his hoodie, apologising softly for ruining your shirt.Your laugh reassures him and
makes him smile. You murmur that he’s too cute for his own good and pepper kisses
all over his face and chin, stopping at his neck so you can rest your head on
his shoulder. A pout crosses his face and he pushes you down onto the mattress,
draping himself over you as he asks you if he’s always this cute or if this is
a good day for him.The flurry of kisses to his
cheeks and lips are answer enough.
this blog provided this lovely blank meme and I thought I’d use it for good
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