a/n: wanted to write some more kisses for the ow characters similar to this post, but with some different characters! hope that you enjoy the one’s i picked to write for.
Soldier 76:
Hesitant, lips shaking. Jack doesn’t feel like he deserves this, not after that’s happened he doesn’t believe that happiness is something he can have, but those hesitant, shaking lips are always gentle. To him, you are like Atlas, holding him above the water stopping him from drowning and showing him that even he deserves this. To feel loved, and to be loved in return.
Reaper:
Lips littered with scars, but warm and kind. Despite how he is, Reaper is still the same man he was before, Gabriel was still there. In how he looked into your eyes, how he kissed you, holding your face delicately in his hands as if you were made of glass. Will bury his feelings deep in his heart, to protect you and to protect himself, but he always gives you the sweetest of kisses.
McCree:
Tasting of the cigars he smokes, lips warm. A smirk graces his lips while he leans back in seeking out your lips once more, never able to get enough of your kisses he seeks them out wherever he can. May it be a quick kiss before the two of you go on a mission, in the middle of the hallway or even hiding behind his hat. You love kissing your cowboy, relishing in that familiar cigar smell that clings to his clothes and the taste of it on his lips.
Tag: fluff
Headcanons for Dad!Genji? I imagine he’d try and be the Coolest Dad Ever while also struggling with being a father because he’s a cyborg and he’s worried about how his child(ren) will view him.
You guys really like parental!Overwatch, don’t you? It’s okay, I like it, too. (I also didn’t realize this wasn’t an imagine–it was a headcanon ask, but I had already written too much.)
Dad!Genji is a handful. It’s like you have another child. The new toys that you both received as baby presents? You can tell Genji’s eyes are shining behind the mask. If you’re careful and you sneak up on Genji (not that you really can, he’s a ninja), you can see him playing with the toys. “I am just testing them. For safety.” You even catch him binge watching cartoons before the birth of your child “to see if they are age appropriate.”
But to be quite honest, he’s a very responsible father. You know there’s such a thing called ‘Dad Reflexes’, but Genji takes that to the next level. Your kid will never trip and hit the ground. It’s only when your kid is with you do they scrape their knees or bump their heads. (Ana and Torbjörn assure you it’s a good thing–Overwatch is a little split about this. There are the coddlers and the not-coddlers. Which side will you choose?) Genji is quick to comfort the child whenever they do get hurt. But sometimes they get hurt on him like when they run headfirst into him to get a hug only to go ‘thunk!’ It actually pains him.
Genji doesn’t tell you, because with you, he’s long come to terms with it, but he sometimes thinks to himself how life would be different if he was still a full-bodied human. Maybe his child would like the touch of something other than metal, or would prefer not needing to explain to their friends that their father is not an omnic (and what’s wrong with omnics, anyway?) However, those thoughts go away pretty quickly when his child hugs him like they’d want to be nowhere else. It doesn’t actually bother him as much, he’s long used to it (besides, the child loves the sudden shuriken appearance and disappearance trick). As he gets older and his child gets older, the mask comes off more and more often. It could be because he stops caring or it could be because he wants to spend more time with his child and let them know who he really is.
You know that Sentai suit Genji keeps? When his child is old enough to appreciate it, he lets them ‘accidentally’ see it one day. Genji puts on this whole act about being a secret sentai ranger who fights evil, and for the safety of his family, this secret must never be known. The child eats this shit up. Your child will go through great lengths to protect their father’s ‘secret’, even from you. You, of course, know, but you turn a blind eye to everything. It’s cute to see your child and Genji work together to try and fool you. They even work together to pull pranks on Hanzo, who is actually pretty into it once he gets used to the idea. Uncle Hanzo wears the Cyber Ninja suit to act out elaborate plots with Genji. (It had to stop after it became a little too serious. By then, there was a whole cast of characters, one messed up base, and enough action to start an actual series.)
Genji insists on being called “Papa-ue”「パパ上」. (’Ue’ being a form of respect for someone higher than you–Hanzo himself calls their father ‘chichiue’. But the Papa part makes it that much more endearing. So it’s like a cute sort of respect for a father that’s not really used.) He’ll settle for ‘papa’, too.
My Beautiful Girl Ch 2
Your father returned to Overwatch but kept in touch with you via message. What happened between you before hung over you and made things awkward, at least on your end. You nearly died on the spot when he brought it up, wanting to talk it out.
“Let’s just forget it happened,” you insisted.
How naive you were, but he went along with it.
Genji tried to visit you regularly, but most of the time his visits were cut short. He was called back to base to cover for an injured comrade. Overwatch was in sore need of recruits. Eventually, your father asked you to return with him. He asked while giving you a loving hug, showering your face with kisses.
“I want you in my life. Will you come with me?” he asked.
It didn’t take you long to say yes. Not a lot was keeping you rooted to where you lived. And you had a knack for making friends wherever you went, anyway. Even if they weren’t deep friendships, the connections helped you get what you needed or wanted.
You gathered some belongings and followed your long-lost father onto one of Overwatch’s drop ships. You trembled with excitement, looking everywhere inside the ship. You took in all the shiny details and the neat-looking technology. Before your father made you strap into a seat, you met the pilot, Lena. She acted friendly, even looked friendly, so you got along with her right away. Asked her what got her into piloting, show she joined Overwatch, and everything.
“Look at him preening over there,” she said, smirking and jerking a thumb in Genji’s direction.
You turned around, and he straightened up stiffly, trying to act casual.
“Are you proud of me, Otousan?” you teased.
Your father stood stock still.
“It is very strange to finally hear that.”
“Is ‘Tousan better?”
“…No. But it will have to do,” he admitted. He didn’t want to be reminded that he was getting older.
After that, your father let his new role settle onto his shoulders like it was nothing. You were such a beautiful child in his eyes, how could being your father be a bad thing? In fact, he settled on calling you that, ‘Beautiful’. It seemed right to him. Your turn to preen; you loved it.
You loved Gibraltar even more than the drop ship. There were numerous dark corners and forgotten pieces of tech lying around to explore. Your new room was dusty and neglected, but it was yours and your father’s was next to it. Normally, he preferred a quiet room to come back to without any neighbours, but he made an exception for you.
You took to your training with enthusiasm. You were worried at first that Genji would fuss over you and get in the way. Instead, he chose to parent you like a bird letting its young fall out of the nest to fly for the first time. He watched from afar as you tried, and inevitably failed a few times. He was there to help you heal after.
Your father sat with you when you fussed over your bruises, not bad enough to see the doctor.
You poked your latest one and then whined at him.
“It hurts so much…!”
“Of course it does, Beautiful. What did you expect?”
You petulantly showed him your lower lip in response.
Your father lifted your shirt, murmuring, “Let me see.”
You let him, enjoying having someone fuss over you. He traced the outline of the huge, ugly bruise on your side with a fingertip. He hissed in sympathy at the sight of it.
Genji was still fussing over your bruises, which you liked. You were loved. Your attention was drawn elsewhere, however. You were keenly aware of how close he sat. Your clit was keenly aware, too. The way he sat, his thighs were relaxed open in a V-shape. The bottom of the V was where his dick was tucked away. A part of him you were inappropriately familiar with. Your eyelids fell closed as a blush creeped up your cheeks. How could you feel this way? You were unbelievable.
“Oh, did I hurt you?”
You snapped out of it, and opened your eyes to find your handsome father staring at you expectantly. He tucked your shirt back down.
You shook your head. “No.”
Genji gave you a small smile, brightening your existence.
“Give me a hug!” you said, smiling back and walking forward on your knees.
“Okay,” he laughed.
He held you gently to his body with his chin resting on the top of your head while you straddled one of his thighs. Maybe it was unusual for a young woman your age to sit in your father’s lap, but he had missed out on holding you like this when you were a little girl.
Blood was pounding between your legs. But you wanted to stay close to your father. Instead of kissing his neck and feeling the synthetic material beneath your lips, you nuzzled him. You desired to be sitting, full of his cock, but instead you squeezed him tighter. You were scared he could feel your arousal, it was so obvious to you.
Genji hummed softly and squeezed you, too. The side of his cool helm pressed against your ear. You remained cuddled up with Genji for so long, you thought you might drop off to sleep. Until he shifted.
“I must do my daily mediation,” he said. You made complaining noises but got off his lap. “A lot of my thoughts are most likely going to be of you.”
The next little while went well. You kept your dirty urges to yourself. You masturbated a few times in your new bed to take the edge off, but you kept wishing your fingers were your father’s.
During the day, your gaze was drawn to his hands. You swear you could feel the ghost of his fingertips caressing your slit through your panties. You tore your gaze away each time, glad no one noticed. You trained harder to distract yourself, but you only ended up with worse bruises, some scrapes, and finally a trip to see that doctor.
Genji came to fetch you after to take you back your room.
“How did you manage this?” he asked.
“I tried, ‘Tousan. I really did!”
You turned to look in his direction while speaking to him, and you lost your balance and started to topple. Your father steadied you. You were super aware of his hands on your body, and straightened up quickly so he would let go.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. I’m just,” you paused to twirl your finger next to your temple, “a little loopy. She gave me something called Tylenol 3s.”
“That’s it? And you are like this? You should lie down.”
“But, ‘Tousan…”
You let your father take you to your room. Genji removed his face coverings and you lay together on the bed a modest distance away from each other. The medication loosened your tongue, and Genji was happy to hear you talk.
You chattered to him all about your training. How terribly clumsy you were, but you were trying. You wanted him to be proud of you, but you left that last bit out.
“I must have inherited my abilities from my mom,” you said, grinning.
“Oh? What happened to her?”
“She’s…around. We don’t get along, and we’re not really close. I talked myself into a job as soon as possible and moved out. She never asked me to stay, anyway.” You wished she had. “I would go back every once in a while and apologize for being a bad child and then leave again.” You glared at the ceiling.
“You got that from me. Sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?”
“I was the same. I could not stay at home when I was younger. It was suffocating. I had strict trainers and a strict brother.”
“Hanzo-ojisan?”
He nodded.
“Why doesn’t Ojisan just join Overwatch?” you huffed.
“He must find his own path.”
“But don’t you want him here?”
“I do, but this situation requires patience. Trust me.”
“Whatever, ‘Tousan.” You wiggled over into his personal space. You slung one arm over his side, hugging him closer, despite his uncomfortable body parts. “Cuddle me.”
“Okay,” he agreed quietly. “And…can you do me a favour?”
“Hmm?”
“Could you please call me ‘daddy’?”
You pulled back to frown at him. You thought immediately of the sexual connotations. Also, if everyone heard you calling Genji ‘daddy,’ then they might start to wonder how close you really were.
You angrily smacked his chest for even suggesting it. “No!”
“Hear me out,” Genji said, slipping his hand around to hold it against your lower back. How easily it could slip lower to fondle your ass. “I had been thinking. I like thinking of you as my little girl. I was not present when you were growing up.”
That smelled like bullshit. You cocked a brow and took a huge risk, asking, “Is that the real reason?”
Your father studied you for a few moments. His helm cast a shadow over his eyes usually, but his eyes always held an inner glow. A quiet love for life.
“I see I’m not the only one thinking of this.”
You recoiled in shock at that, but then settled in close again. You gave him a look that you hoped communicated what you wanted without having to say it out loud. You wanted your daddy in the worst way. If he said no, if he pushed you away you might return to Japan in tears.
Your father smiled sadly.
“Is it my fault you grew up such an attractive young woman?”
You nodded, still begging with your eyes, and Genji cracked a grin.
“Heheh, what a naughty girl.”
Your father leaned in close to give you a sweet kiss on the cheek. You bumped your cheek against his lips. It was nice, but it wasn’t exactly what you wanted.
“You make me proud. You deserve a reward. What do you desire?”
His wording didn’t slip by you. You knew what you desired.
“Finger me, Daddy.”
You must have hit upon his weakness by saying that. He hesitated, but then he licked his fingers and his hand dove down into your underwear. He rubbed at your clit first, making you whisper, “Yesss.”
You opened your thighs further and pressed your hips up into the stimulation he was giving you. Your daddy studied your face to gauge your reaction, while you stared up at him through pleading eyes.
Your clit wasn’t his main target, so his fingers went further. The tips slid along your slit. He penetrated you just a bit, and he swirled his fingers around just inside your entrance, making you cry, “Daddy!”
Genji shushed you in case someone overheard. So when he began to finger you properly with a single finger, you swallowed another cry, it emerging as a whine from your throat. A second finger soon followed. It slid in shamefully easily, as your entire entrance was coated in a thick layer of slick. You gripped his arm tightly with one hand, the armour cutting into your palm. Your daddy spoiled you, letting you rut your naughty hips against his hand. He knew you could barely contain yourself. His fingertips were petting your special spot, making you clamp your hand over your mouth to keep in your moans.
Your daddy nuzzled into your ear to ask softly if you were close. You confirmed with a shrill hum.
“Don’t finish yet, Beautiful.”
You looked at him in confusion. Genji’s fingers slowed. You were even more confused. Your daddy captured your lips in a kiss. He opened his mouth, so you obediently opened yours in turn. His fingers sped up inside you again. Your daddy muffled your noises by tentatively licking inside your mouth. You let him in, and he put more passion into the kiss. Your body squirmed against his until you came, arching up from the bed.
Genji continued to finger you through it, then pulled his hand out of your pants. He broke the kiss, leaving you panting and dazed. He popped his fingers in his mouth to suck them clean.
Kitty Kompanion Ch 5
Genji hadn’t been at the watchpoint for longer than a full day for the past month. Not having a work schedule for yourself, you lost track of what day it was.
You did offer to do paperwork, but Winston waved your suggestion off. “Athena does all that.”
So you doubted yourself that Genji seemed be going on longer and longer missions. Overall, you were okay. Your breasts were so nice and full, and your stomach didn’t have as many stretch marks as you had feared. You should have been grateful that you were safe and healthy. The piece missing from your heart disagreed. Whispered to you that it was unfair. You wondered why you should get out of bed, to face the loneliness. The tempting sleepiness pulled you back down. You closed your eyes, chasing the split second before unconsciousness that was free of any worry. The extra sleep had the opposite effect that sleep normally has. You spent the day feeling like shit and looking like it, eyebags and all.
You gave up training after falling and bruising your hip. Your centre of gravity had shifted without you noticing. You sat there, annoyed. You punched the floor, resentful that the further along you got, the more your job was becoming ‘being pregnant.’ You took your frustration out on Genji’s cock when he was home. Making him lay back while you rode him until you tired yourself out. Your fingers gave you a less satisfying orgasm, and it was getting harder to reach properly. Genji welcomed your use of him, contentedly drinking in your curves with his hungry gaze. As soon as your thighs refused to obey you, he guided you back slowly with his hands at your back to avoid ripping his knot out of your cunt. Genji curled around your pregnant stomach to give love to your swollen breasts. These was some of your best times with him lately, because his knot locked inside you guaranteed some quality time. You traded tender kisses and discussed possible baby names until he had to leave again.
Genji noticed the growing length of his missions, as well, and picked up the habit of bringing you a small stuffed animal from each new location. Whether he stole them or bought them, you didn’t mind. The theme was baby versions of animals whenever he could find them. You had amassed a sizeable amount in a short time. You lay in the bed, surrounded by the stuffies, because half its occupants weren’t there most of the time anyway. You were wondering if Genji’s presents were doubling as baby toys. He indignantly huffed when you asked him this.
Later he confessed to Jesse and Hanzo in the Orca that his scheme had been found out, and his brother had no sympathy.
“Don’t be cheap, then!”
“It is called being frugal, Hanzo. You would go broke just trying to get a first date,” said Genji, taking a jab at Hanzo’s expensive tastes in cologne, bath oils, eyeliner, skincare, and separate combs for his hair and his fur.
“At least he pays for the things,” Jesse pointed out, when Genji would have no problem stealing them.
“As if there is honour involved in something so insignificant,” Hanzo said.
“There is to me,” Genji growled. “Who is the one who is single, and who is not?”
“Genji’s got a point, Hanz,” Jesse said. “You might try bein’ nice every once in a while.”
Hanzo squared up with the cowboy, ears flat and his tail waving. His white teeth peeked out of his sneering lips. Jesse barely twitched.
“You should work on that attitude. It’s bringin’ team morale down,” he drawled, casually puffing on his cigarillo with a finger and thumb holding it steady.
Hanzo picked a far away sniper perch to sulk in after the Orca landed.
“Sorry if that was unprofessional, Jesse,” Genji whispered to him.
“As long as we stick to the plan and come back in one piece, you two can cat fight all you want.”
Hanzo wheezed poorly contained laughter. He got a hold of himself and asked McCree if he plucked his joke from the dumpster they passed on the way over. Jesse took his cigarillo from his lips.
“Well, I’ll be.”
“He laughed,” Genji said. His chest expanded with a deep breath. He let it out slowly, placing a hand solemnly on Jesse’s shoulder. “I will make an appointment with Angela for him when we get back. He is clearly terminal.”
“Do not!”
Jesse and Genji fell against each other, snickering quietly so enemies wouldn’t hear.
Genji returned from that particular mission with a stuffed baby beaver. He found you napping with all the stuffies. What an adorable sight you made, with your pregnant belly protruding above all the stuffed animals. He had no idea you missed him so badly, and instead was drawn to join you for your nap. He added the baby beaver to the pile and then pushed some to the side so he could slot himself into the cuddle pile next to your body.
You would have remained in the bed with this surprise appearance of Genji, but you an immense need to pee and right now. You inched towards the side of the bed, dragging your extra weight along. It disturbed your bedmate. He shifted around and you stopped with your legs hanging off the side of the bed, waiting for him to greet you. Genji opened his eyes, hazy with sleepiness, and spied the stuffed animals.
“My kittens,” he cooed, sweeping his arms inwards, gathering some stuffies to his chest. He curled up around them, his tail touching his chin, and went back to sleep. You could tell he was sleeping by his peaceful, steady breathing.
You were about to pee yourself, so you quickly used the bathroom. Then you swiped your phone from the bedside table and snapped a pic of Genji cuddling his ‘babies.’ You had no idea what was going on, but you had to save this.
You woke him, and he whined at you sleepily not to show anyone because he didn’t remember talking to the stuffed animals at all. But too bad. Too late. The picture was already taken. Genji left for another mission, and now you had this darling photo to look at to comfort you while he was away.
“Hey, Angela.”
“How are you feeling? You look tired.”
You were on a first name basis with the pretty, blonde doctor now, and you knew the drill for your check-ins. You stepped on the scale, so she could record your weight gain. To be fair, a medical program was automatically recording all the data for perusal at Angela’s convenience.
“I am, but I’m fine otherwise I think.”
“That’s good. I’m tired as well,” she groaned and launched into some gossip. “Everyone is keeping me very busy. Did you hear that Tracer recalled into friendly fire for the fifth time in three months? She’s doing her best under the circumstances, but…Ugh! And I’m trying to convince Winston to switch to natural peanut butter as a compromise, but he conveniently keeps ‘forgetting’ to buy a minifridge for it. Then I just about put Jesse’s cigar out on his leg. Ahhh, but I have the best sleeps after days like that!” She grinned. “Also makes me look forward to seeing your healthy little baby bump in comparison.”
“The Winston part might be partly my fault. I ate all his bananas a week ago.”
“That’s alright. He’s an adult; it’s squarely on him,” she said, pointing at her shoulders. “Come, come. Sit.”
You sat on the exam table.
“My favourite part! Hearing the tiny heartbeat.” She took the stethoscope from around her neck. “Athena, bring up the audio feed for the mother to hear.”
“Yes, Dr. Ziegler.”
Angela played your heartbeat for you. Then the baby’s. You got a little light-headed each time with the realization that a tiny life was growing inside you. You cupped your belly tenderly.
“Almost makes me want to give up being a doctor to have children,” Angela said wistfully.
You looked up in surprise.
“What?”
She chuckled. “Got you!”
“Whatever,” you muttered with a smile.
“You know what’s next,” she said. You did, lying back on the exam table so the medical equipment could scan your uterus. “Let me just quickly go over your stuff here…” she said, walking over to the console.
You waited patiently. You wished Genji were here, but that was no surprise.
“Wait,” the doctor said. You sat up, already on alert. “Am I that tired? Did I forget you were having twins?”
Dr. Ziegler was squinting at the screen and rubbing her cheek in deep confusion, while you fought the urge to flail about in panic. No, you did not mention twins!
“Wait,” she said again. This time you deflated onto the exam table, already done with the surprises. “This one is reading as a few weeks younger. That cannot be…”
You nodded to everything she said, trying to ignore the lack of blood flowing to your brain. Dr. Ziegler released you for now, intending to study the results of the scans of the second baby. You dumbly walked down the hallway with your hands to your baby bump, until a thought smacked you like a pebble to the head. Genji was still not here, again! You fisted your hands angrily and jogged back to your room. You paced back and forth at the foot of your bed. The object of your anger was out on a mission, again.
Athena had to say your name twice before you realized she trying to get your attention.
“Athena! Right, sorry,” you said, depositing your rear on the bed. “What can I do for you?”
“An audio transmission for you from Agent Genji.”
You adjusted the position of your feet needlessly and smoothed invisible wrinkles on the stomach of your shirt.
“Alright. Connect us, please.”
Your beloved’s voice spoke your name, warmly drifting down from the ceiling.
“You!” you seethed.
“What? I-”
“Another baby! Angela says I’m pregnant with a second baby! Appeared out of nowhere! …I think,” you added quickly. “I don’t know…” A tsumani of angst came crashing over your anger, snuffing it. “And you’re not here!” you wailed.
You tried not to be selfish and blame Genji for not being here, but you just did. You failed. You were overwhelmed and alone. You stared at the floor, waiting to be chastised for not handling it better. Genji had never lost his patience with you before. Maybe this time you went too far.
“You may have to explain to me again what that means when I arrive home. For now, go see Angela. Please try not to stress too much. We will get through this. Together.”
“The transmission has ended,” said Athena.
“Thank you, Athena,” you said sadly.
“You’re welcome.”
“Together,” was Genji’s last word to you. Of course he had your back with this. You were foolish to think otherwise. Still, the prospect of two babies to take care of was daunting. Hopefully, Angela had an explanation of where the second baby came from, and soon. And maybe…she was mistaken about the whole thing. You had mixed feelings about that. For now, all your previous emotions receded, leaving you drained and raw. You fell back onto the bed, needing another nap.
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.
Cute request: May I have fluff with Hanzo with a fem s/o? Maybe with new baby?
a/n: rip this ask killed me. hope that you like it anon!
- Despite his fear that he would be a terrible father, he is quickly proved wrong by himself that he is indeed a great father.
- Is often found reading stories to your child while they are in their crib.
- Is the first to jump out of bed to check on the newborn when the fussing stars, stating that this is the least he can do since you carried his child you deserve to relax.
- Hanzo shows so much emotion around your child, whenever your child holds one of his much larger fingers in his hands he just breaks down crying.
- Something so small, so fragile was born from the two of you. Your baby, his child has him wrapped around their tiny little fingers.
- Makes funny sounds and faces when he feeds the baby, always earning excited yells and claps from them.
- Loves it when his child falls asleep in his arms, it makes Hanzo so, so happy. So happy that his child does not fear him even as a babe, they are able to drop their guard around him and just sleep.
Hiya! Could I request a soulmate au ( the one where your soulmate’s name is tattooed to your wrist ) with Hanzo who had just joined Overwatch and he doesn’t know his (not yet)s/o is his soulmate bc they go under an agent name, as well as his s/o is afraid of telling him they’re his soulmate. And so like randomly one day his soulmate goes up to him and just blurts out their real name and they’re just so anxious that he doesn’t like them?? Sorry if this is too complicated!
a/n: here you go, sweetie, hope that what i wrote for your request is a-okay!
It was startling to see your name written on the wrist of Hanzo Shimada, you became silent, causing the Japanese man to stare at you trying to figure out what was wrong with you. He called your name, not your real name but your code name and it made you jump in response to the sound of his voice.
God, you wanted to hear him say your name. You’re real name, not your code name, but the one written on his wrist in such elegant print that it didn’t seem to suit you whatsoever.
You apologized and escaped from Hanzo’s line of sight to look at your own soulmate mark, written in characters that you didn’t understand. So this is your soulmate.
It was in the heat of the moment, you were simply going off of pure adrenalin at the thought of telling Hanzo your name after returning to the base. Jogging behind the Japanese man to yank on the back of his clothes you yelled your name when he turned around.
Hanzo was shocked, unable to hide it and he was even more shocked when you showed him his name on your wrist. Running his fingers over the raised characters, a peaceful smile on his face.
“I am happy to have finally found you.” his words are sincere, you could feel no lies in his words. Just pure and sincere happiness to finally meet you.
Dom HCs – Genji
- Genji is likely to be a soft dom
- But don’t be mistaken, he will edge you and play with you for his amusement
- For example, loves to tie you down, blindfold you, and use different sensations (like tickling with a feather, using his mouth or tongue, or using his colder parts to shock you) to make you squirm and see which works best, making mental notes for next time
- Will treat you nicely, give oral and lots of other kinds of foreplay, only to penetrate you and forbid you from cumming
- Does this partially to amuse himself, partially to stroke his ego, and partially to see you come undone hard and know you felt fantasic
- Thinks he knows better than you after all his life experiences and acts like a gentle, but firm, parent
- Has you join him for his meditation sessions and makes you get into the habit
- Slowly invades your life more and more by correcting your bad habits, like nail-biting, eating foods you shouldn’t have, being lazy, etc
- Sometimes you can get him to back off if you stroke his ego
- Has a need to wander and leaves every once in a while to see his old OW comrades or see his master
- He’s proud of you if you do fine on your own
- He expects you to behave while he’s gone
- If you don’t behave, if you’re a brat, he inwardly questions if his presence benefits you
- If you just wanted punishment, expect to be tied down again and edged
- Or told to meditate on your behaviour while he tries to break your concentration by touching you in the ways he made mental notes about earlier
- Blackwatch Genji would have made a poor dom. He barely knows how to take care of himself, let alone get involved with another. Would have a habit of lashing out at his partner for a variety of personal reasons and then ditching them for hours or days
- Young Genji would also make a poor dom. He is only interested in a sex slave and some arm candy, not a sub
Dom HCs – Hanzo
- Is more strict than Genji
- He involves himself in your daily habits less, but if something disgusts him, it’s a firm no
- If you try to appeal to his ego, he’ll grow suspicious
- Has you help him train by carrying his gear, while lecturing you about the benefits of discipline
- Hanzo has basic cooking skills and can learn new recipes if he puts his mind to it. So if you cook something not to his liking, he’ll take over for you
- He won’t trust you to brew his tea the way he likes it, so he’ll make it for you both of you so you can spend quality time together drinking it
- If he travels, you go with him and any respect paid to him, he makes sure you get it too. Just because you submit to him, doesn’t mean you submit to anyone else
- If you’re a brat, he gets angry and questions why he’s wasting his time with you in the first place
- If you explain that you just wanted punishment, he calms immediately and starts mentally making a list of punishments
- One is making you drink your tea at his feet like a pet while he ignores you
- Is absolutely okay with physical punishment if you are, but insists on patching you up himself, to his standards, afterwards if needed
- Takes aftercare very seriously, even to the point of ignoring you when you say you’re okay
- Likes to make you earn his cum a bit by holding back and making you work harder for it
- Sometimes just takes you by passionately making love to you and using his mouth and hands to overwhelm you with sensations so that you have no choice but to orgasm
- Wants to make you reassure him that you want him in your life, but takes years to ask for it
a/n: this was a little short that i wanted to write for @readers-always-imagine . hope that you enjoy it sweetie and i’m gonna casually throw all of my love and hugs at you.
sorry that this took me an extra day to get out, i hit a small block and just now finished it! i made it as fluffy and as cute as possible for you!
Genji’s side of the bed was cold, an apology note was left on his pillow for you to read after you had woken up. He was called to save the city from yet another super grown monster, promising a swift return as soon as the villain was dealt with and placed behind bars for it’s ‘villanus’ deeds.
Every great hero needed a warm meal to welcome them back, so you tossed your blanket off and set about fixing breakfast for Genji. Turning on the tv for background noise and to watch it while cooking. To watch the live feed of Genji’s current battle.
Your lover, leaving only a bright green streak behind whenever he dodged an attack. Whenever he landed a blow on his enemy you cheered for him, snacking on some slices of fruit before focusing on flipping the pancakes you were making.
Genji ended the fight with practiced ease, even the large mecha battle happened with flying colors. Finishing the fight with his signature Dragon Strike before the villain was placed in handcuffs and carted away.
“Excuse me, Mr. Sentai. Mr. Sentai do you have a few moments to answer some questions. How does it feel to beat another villain and save the city?” the reporter asked, shoving the mic into Genji’s face, earning a laugh from your boyfriend.
“It feels just as rewarding as the last, and our city is safe from evil once more. I must apologize but I am needed elsewhere.” Genji quickly replied, his voice sounding robotic, to protect his identity before making his quick escape, you could only laugh at his reaction, he would usually eat up the attention as a civilian, but as Sentai, he had to resist. Warm arm’s wrapped around your form, familiar cool metal pressed against your skin and a voice you loved to hear spoke right next to your ear.
“You shouldn’t laugh at Mr. Sentai he tries very hard to protect the city.”
“Oh, I can’t help, but laugh at our sweet and heroic defender of justice, but one cannot help but wonder, who was Mr. Sentai in such a rush to see?” you asked with a smile on your face.
“Only the absolute greatest person in his life. Mr. Sentai love’s his significant other more than anything, and what a beauty they are, I can see why he’d rush to get back to them.”
“Mr. Sentai, what a flatter you are.” you smacked his arm, an even bigger smile on your face while you laughed.
“Mr. Sentai only speaks the truth,” Genji replied, laughing as well before returning your smile.
“Welcome back Genji,” you said, placing a kiss on his lips before pulling away from him, “I hope that you’re hungry I made pancakes.”
“For you, I am always hungry.” another light swat followed by laughter from the both of you filled the kitchen.
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