J ealousy – Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
It’s not plain jealousy with All Might.
He trusts his s/o and knows they wouldn’t play on his emotions deliberately.
When he notices someone talking to them or acting very friendly, All Might may get uneasy, but won’t step in right away. He’ll keep an eye on what happens next, but won’t intervene unless he’s sure it’s necessary.
Forbidding you to interact with anyone beside him would be abusive and controlling – things All Might doesn’t want in your relationship.
K iss – Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
All Might is a rather good kisser.
He’s shy and wouldn’t experiment on his own, and would definitely blush if you playfully bit his lip.
N icknames – What do they call their s/o?
“My Hero” is one of his personal favorites.
R omance – How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
All Might is the definition of romantic. A dinner by candlelight? No problem. He’d dress in a tux and wear this big grin of his the whole time.
He’s closer to cliche, but could be creative too if he wants to surprise you on some special occasion.
T hrill – Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
All Might enjoys routine, especially if it’s a slow, calm routine.
He’s a hero, so his life lacks both of those things on daily basis. He’s used to getting home late only to get another call or hear about another villain he could stop.
He enjoys lazy mornings when he’s sure nothing will break the bubble and throw him back on the streets to fight crime. There is certain magic in preparing breakfast for someone else, knowing it’s his day off and he can use it however he pleases.
V alue – How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
It’s very important.
All Might has lost so much through his life – friends he hoped to grow old with, his youth spent on running through the streets and fighting criminals all day long, and possible relationships he had to sacrifice in order to fulfill his duty as no. 1 hero.
Growing older allowed him to gain certain perspective on what’s truly valuable in life, and the answer is clear – it’s the things that may be so easily lost forever.
All Might is very happy he has finally met someone willing to have a life with him and share its ups and downs.
Y earning – How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
All Might would call as often as possible.
He’d think about his s/o very often. He’d probably try to take his mind off with work, but he would catch himself thinking about you anyway.
(This is a cute one so I wanted to do hcs for both my boys.)
While on a mission you find yourself in an old safe house. There’s no heating, but the house is so old that it’s got a fireplace. It’s cold and you’re both so surprised to see it that you agree to light a fire for the night.
Genji
He’s never seen a fireplace that wasn’t just for show. He sits kind of close so he can watch the fire. At first you sit a little further away, not quite sure how close is too close. Your blanket’s not very thick, and you shiver even though you’re wrapped up like a burrito. He notices you shaking and invites you to sit closer. He puts an arm around you for a moment, but then he has a better idea. He takes your blanket and pulls you into his lap and wraps the blanket over both of you. His body doesn’t give off as much heat as you expected, and his hands are cold as ice. But it’s nice being this close. If you’re not careful you could fall asleep on him.
Hanzo
It’s his idea to sleep in front of the fire. You had planned on dragging a couch over and bundling up in blankets to stay warm, but by the time you’re ready to sleep he’s built a nest of blankets on the floor. He’s pretty insistent that you’d only be cuddling for warmth. No other reason. In fact, he’s so insistent that you don’t even bother teasing him about wanting to hold you. He’s the big spoon, and you couldn’t be more cozy. By morning he’s holding you so tight that you have to wake him up to get away (not that you’re in a hurry to).
a/n: here you go anon! hope that what i came up with is alright! NSFW is under the cut, but SFW and After Care are above the cut!
SFW:
Will treat you like a delicate object at times, do not take offense to this as he does this because of how precious you are to him. Is also afraid of hurting you with his strength.
Loves how cuddly you are when you cling to him, as he will hold you and whisper the loveliest and silliest of things to you.
Whenever he holds your hand he sees just how small you are compared to him, and it makes him love you even more.
After Care:
Is the best cuddler ever after sex. His body surrounds you completely, loving the way you fit so perfectly against him.
Loves giving you a message, and making a bath for the two of you to relax in. With you sitting on his lap while he washes you off, expect a few kisses or for him to get a bit frisky sometimes.
Can sometimes become a bit melancholy after sex, not wanting to imagine a life without you, so when he gets like this just hold him and be there.
a/n: here you go, sweetie! sorry for the wait on getting this out!
If Genji would allow you to see his face, you would be able to see a faint rosy tint forming, but the sheer embarrassment from you possibly seeing it would make him abandon the comfortable position he has with you.
The two of you lay quietly on your bed, Genji on his side, pressed flush against your form while your back was pressed against the wall. Your arms wrapped nice and snug around his ribs, legs tangled together. Genji couldn’t deny that he is feeling warm, loved, drowsy and content. Relaxed with your current positions, his guard lowered, being so close to you, close enough to feel your heartbeat and the warmth of your body around him makes him feel protected.
You’re hand massaging his scalp and messing with his hair made him feel even more relaxed, even more drowsy. Genji is utterly content and happy in your arms. He trusts you. Trust you to not harm him in his relaxed state, to close his eyes and just know that he is safe. Trust you to keep him warm, to have that warmth surrounding him puts him at ease. Trust you to come back safe to him, and him back safe to you so the two of you could relax with one another.
And most of all, he trusts you with his heart, with his feelings knowing that you would keep both just as safe as you do with him on the field. In this quite, warm and peaceful moment, Genji goes to sleep. Wrapped in your warmth and the familiar sound of your heartbeat.
Np, Anon! I’m only sorry I couldn’t write more! ~Demial
I’ve always personally thought Genji needs some regular time to himself, even a little
He feels so loved when he wants your affection, though
So he tries to compromise with you
You can carry one of his things with you, a trinket of his or wear a piece of clothing to remind you he loves you and is thinking of you
He will leave you messages for when he gets up before you to meditate
Perhaps you could compromise with him and learn to meditate
You could sit back-to-back in comfortable silence
Otherwise, you’re his needy baby
Even if he can’t fulfill your needs to a T, he loves that you need him
He’ll put a blanket in his lap to make it more comfortable and have you sit while he plays video games, his arms around your waist to reach the controller
You can watch or join him with your own controller
Expect him to cheat when you’re competing by surprising you with bites and kisses to your neck
If none of this is enough, Genji might suggest his cowboy best friend is in need of a platonic cuddle buddy
Genji was rarely seen around the base without you trotting behind or sitting next to him. It’s not that anyone minded; they were not offended by your presence at all. Most of the time, you leaned against his shoulder, shut your eyes, and remained there, essentially a life-size doll. Easily ignorable.
Genji’s faceplate usually lay nearby, as well. So he could peck a kiss to your hair, to your temple, or your cheek. He loved to lose himself in a book, and absent-mindedly rubbed up and down your arm, while loosely holding you.
During breaks, he put the book aside and nudged you ever-so-gently into sitting up straight. Then put more insistent, but no less loving, kisses all over your face, to your contented smile.
“Get a room!” Is usually what’s yelled at you guys when he does that. It’s a joke, though. No one really cares. Everyone’s just happy Genji is happy, after the kind of person he was in Blackwatch.
The ethereal white tiger laid curled around you, the warmth that came from the tiger is equal to the light and floaty feeling that accompanied being so close to him like this. A happy sigh, you pressed your face against the tiger’s soft fur, breathing in sync with the rise and fall of the tiger’s chest.
Waking up you would find yourself curled up in the arms of a handsome young man, whose eyes are closed, a smile on his face and happy mumbling (or purring you’re still not sure) while his face moved back and forth on your chest, with his hands kneading your back.
You couldn’t help but laugh. Loving the way you’re over cuddly lovers house cat like qualities would often appear at the funniest of moments. Placing a kiss on the side of his lips, tracing them with your finger afterward before you nuzzled your nose against his, just enough for those beautiful eyes of his to open up.
“Mmm? Time to get up?” Genji asked, that sleepy tone making his voice sound like music to your ears.
“No sweetie, let’s stay like this a little bit longer,” you replied, wrapping your arms around him enough to tell him that the two of you would get up a little bit later, for now, just warmth and cuddles.
Genji stood in your room like a black and red demon about to haunt you. It actually wasn’t as bad as it looked. He had permission to be there. You were snoozing again. Honestly, that’s how he preferred you. Silent. That’s how he preferred anyone, lately. He liked you just fine; he just didn’t want to talk right now.
In his metal hand, he held a bag of konpeito. Genji wanted to repay you for being a good friend to him. Konpeito had good memories for him. His mother used to give them to Hanzo every once in a while to make him smile. That started his weakness for sweets, Genji supposed. He liked konpeito, just not as much as Hanzo did. Genji hoped you smiled like Hanzo when you found the bag.
Genji was trying to decide where to leave the candy, and he didn’t notice that his nervousness made his cybernetic hand slowly ball into a fist. The bag exploded, whole and crushed pieces of the candy raining all over the floor. Damn! He just knew he shouldn’t have bothered. Genji scanned the floor, trying to decide what to do next. How silly he would look, trying to clean up the mess if you woke up soon. And how foolish.
Ahhhh, fuck! He got so frustrated, he left.
“Genji…?” He heard as he was a few steps from your room. Bah, he could find you later. Then, “OW!! …WHAT THE FUCK?!”
He ducked his head, turning red. He left you the candies to step on. He picked up the pace, half-jogging down the hallway.
Commission for Gal Pals Anon ❤⃛ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ )! This fic is in the same world setting at the last commission I did for her: “The Dragon’s Bride”. You’re a girl living in a studio Ghilibi-esk AU. It’s not uncommon for you to find drunk men lying in the streets. The man you do find lying in the streets, however, is not like any man you’ve ever met.
Warnings: Mild Violence, Slight Sexual Tones, Romance, 6k.
With this one, I thought about my own relationship with my husband and how he’s different when it’s just the two of us. Others might call his behaviour ‘out of character.’ I drew inspiration from that idea for this.
Your battle-worn and lovable boy, Jesse McCree, stepped in the front door. He moved like the weight of the past few days had taken up residence in his boots. He had discarded his cigarillo long before, just like you required. No smoking in the house. Your smile drooped into a frown when you saw the state of him.
“You’re filthy! Have you been rolling in the dirt?!”
“I roll, Momma, that’s what I do,” he replied, referring to his combat roll.
“Well…take these off,” you said, gesturing to his clothes. “Baby needs a bath.”
Jesse loved the idea, but he had to make a grumpy fuss first like the tired child he was.
“But Momma!” he complained.
“But nothing! Strip,” you ordered, pointing at the floor where you expected his clothes to end up.
You watched him unstrap and wiggle leisurely out of his gear, with dull thuds and the jingle of his belt. The movement of removing the clothes made them rain a layer of dirt and dust onto the floor. But the foyer was tiled. Nothing a quick sweep wouldn’t fix.
“Undies, too!”
He scoffed. “Fine.”
He slipped off his boxers to reveal a half-hard length. He was just happy to see you. All that was left was his hat.
“Naughty,” you chided.
He smiled, most of it in his eyes. Then he flung his arms wide.
“C’mere, Momma!” he said, taking you in a hug. “I want my hug!”
You stiffened as he gathered you to his dirty self. Your naughty boy nuzzled his dirt-caked beard into your neck, humming like this was better than a couple of fingers of whiskey after his long day. When he stepped back, he realized his mistake.
“Sorry, Momma.” He took his hat off. “But, ya know, this just means you’ll have to join me.”
He winked.
“Well, I guess I have to,” you complained dramatically.
He laughed while you joined him down to your birthday suit.
“You gonna carry me to the bath, Momma?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Your hand flew out to pinch his exposed nipple.
“Ow!” he exclaimed, his feet dancing up and down from the pain. “Fine.”
Your boy Jesse had the figure of what you’d call a starved bear. Nice and fuzzy and cuddly-looking, with the soft curves of his muscles. But minus all the bulk of a real bear.
“I’ll clean your hat for you later.” You held your hand out.
He gave you the hat. You hung it up near the door where it belonged. Rubbing at his chest hair produced more dirt that fell to the floor. You scoffed, he shrugged, and you led him to the bathroom.
You drew your dirty boy a bath. A little on the scalding side, just like he preferred.
“Isn’t that a nice view.”
You straightened up from leaning over the bath.
“Get in.”
Just stepping in made Jesse groan in relief. He sank down into the water, eyes rolling up, and lips parting. Then he lay back. You sat on the toilet.
“Momma?”
“Mm?”
“A man doesn’t need bubbles. But he does need his duck.”
“Alright, Baby.”
You placed the yellow rubber duckie with the tiny cowboy hat in the water. He flicked at it, making it bob and sway.
“What about Tio Pato?”
“Alright, you twisted my arm. Give ‘im here.”
You pulled another duck from the shelf and placed it next to the cowboy duck. This duck had a tiny sombrero and mustache on his bill.
If only the other members of Overwatch could see him now. But he was happy, and that’s all that mattered. You soaped him up real nice while he told you about his day.
“I liberated a nice omnic dame from a box. She’s needed in the fight against Talon.”
You lathered circles across his chest.
“Run into any trouble?”
“Just an old acquaintance I mentioned before. Ashe.” He lifted his arms to let you scrub his pits. “She’s predictable. I handled her.”
“Not literally, I hope.”
He gasped. “I would never, Momma.”
You laughed. “I know.”
Jesse finished his story, and you told him briefly about your day. Dull in comparison to his.
“You should be grateful for that,” he always said.
“I am. Because I have you,” you said, punctuating your sentence with a peck to his temple.
He blushed. “Aww, Momma.”
You handed him a towel as he rose from the bath nice and clean. He towelled off sloppily, more interested in your nakedness. He sat on the towel on the edge of the tub.
“What?” you asked, as he gazed at you.
“I need somethin’ for my oral fixation,” he purred.
You let him draw you closer with his arms around your waist. His warm lips closed around your nipple. You sighed, loving where this was going.
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