Touch (Drabble)

overdrivels:

Hanzo was not a very affectionate person, you knew this. It took some time to win his trust as a comrade-in-arms, even more to be considered a friend, and ages to have him consent to something the two of you could call a proper ‘relationship’.

“–the villain of the story is this guy, Bill, a floating triangle with one eye…”

The talking was a regular thing–it was more of a one-sided dialogue, where you spoke and Hanzo just listened, contributing to the conversation whenever he felt it was appropriate. As much as he hated excessive noise, he grew fond of your animated chatter, and would silently urge you to speak of your favorite things.

Today, it was cartoons.

The two of you sat side-by-side, legs and hands that could brush each other if either of you just moved a touch.

In the middle of your monologue, you absentmindedly began to rub your thumb over the back of his hand, completely unaware of how Hanzo’s spine snaps up straight, goosebumps coat his skin in waves, and the way his hand curls just so beneath your touch. It isn’t until you looked over did you see his gaze transfixed on you.

“Something on my face?”

You looked inquisitively at him, your full attention invested in his thoughts, everything becoming still, including your hand.

He made a slight noise that you’re not quite sure you’ve heard before, and he looked away.

“No, it’s…”

The lines above his brow deepened, and he gritted his teeth. It was a look you have often seen on him, but over the course of your friendship together, you recognized it not as one of anger, but more out of frustration at himself. (Frustration at others was usually accompanied by a particular set of lines at the corner of his mouth and a red that starts from his neck, you have learned.)

Every few seconds was punctuated by an attempt to speak the words that evade him. But you waited patiently, your thumb still brushed against his hand every once in a while in your idleness. He turned to look at it with a tiny hint of a smile crinkling his eyes.

“Pleasant,” he said finally, quietly, the beginnings of a gentle blush forming around his nose and ears. “The…touching. It is pleasant.”

Your face broke into a grin instantly, and he immediately averted his eyes. Giddiness that bubbled up in your chest commanded that you take his hand and just give it the sweetest kiss you could, but your rationale vetoed the motion–Hanzo was not a very affectionate person, and those boundaries had to be respected.

“I’m glad,” you said simply, and you continued the soothing motion against his hand, encouraged by his confession. He did not speak nor turn to look at you, but he nodded to show he at least heard you.

“So, anyway, the main characters are these two kids…”

You continued your story with the same fervor as before. He, in turn, continued to listen, the tension slowly dissipating as you went on, relieved that his emotions were no longer under your focus, and just perhaps because he was able to admit to himself that this was nice, and might not mind it as much as he thought.

The next time you two have a moment together, you definitely notice the subtle brush of his hand against yours and have to repress the urge to just grab his hand when he swipes his thumb across the back of yours.

Dorks.

I was reading a thread on reddit where they asked the men of reddit what melts their hearts, and some of the answers included affection, hand-holding, and genuine compassion. So, here you go. This is my sin.

AWWWW! Cute! Yes, men are more affectionate and cute then are given credit for if you ask me!

Headcannon: What do 76, Reaper, Genji and McCree like to be called in bed?

Soldier: He likes to have his partner simply call him by his name, people call him ‘sir’ and have called him ‘commander’ so much that it doesn’t do anything for him. But having someone know him so intimately as to know his real name, that’s arousing in itself.

Reaper: ‘Papi’, ‘daddy’, ‘sir’, ‘master’, legit anything that flaunts his authority over you. He has to be in control.

Genji: He just wants you to scream his name, he wants his name to be the only thing you remember by the end of your session.

Mccree: If you tell me the cowboy doesn’t have a ‘daddy’ kink then I’ll look you dead in the face and call you a liar, just hearing that word pass your lips really revs his engine.

Demial: I love the idea of humiliating the OW men by making fun if their tiny dicks. Whether or not they’re actually small, they just enjoy it. Lay them back, sit next to them, and give them a handjob all while pretending the dick you’re holding isn’t good enough for you. “Look at this. It’s so small. Almost cute. I’d ride you, but I think any movement would make your dick fall out. Look at these balls. Tiny. Barely a teaspoon of cum between them, I bet.”

K, but like imagine Hanzo getting really into it and apologizing profusely while doing his absolute best to sate your needs.

Genji basking in the attention you’re giving him, just loving that you’re touching him.

Rein being a surprising sub, just wanting you to do what you please with him.

Jesse, his pride is a little hurt but having you order him around is more than reward enough for his patience.

I always liked the idea of Genji being his cocky shit self in battle, but in private he’s submissive and about bein used. Living weapon in the streets, living sex toy in the sheets. ~demial

shes-claws-deep:

moralsupportow:

demialwrites:

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Genji: cracks jokes about death, sex, his s/o, his friends, literally anything. Is in complete control of his body as he fights

Also Genji: begging you to ride him, pleading with you to allow him to cum, eyes watering as you edge his for hours, his body trembling harshly.

Sobbing, begging Genji who’s body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat as he waits like a good boy to follow your next order and earn his release

👌👌👌

@shes-claws-deep

<p>Everyone always wonders why he disappears straight after a mission. Turns out it’s not to meditate or check in with Zenyatta, but rather to find you. That vibrating egg in his ass has been driving him insane ;D</p>

A Small Treat- A Blackwatch!Genji x Reader Fic

the-nerd-writer:

A dinner with an exhausted Genji leads to only one final resolution- daifuku treats.

Word Count: 477

Content Warning: Romantic aspects.

Requested by the lovely and talented @overwatch-reader-imagines, I enjoyed writing this short piece with everyone’s favorite cyborg ninja boy, especially the emotionally resolving finish! I hope you enjoy as well.

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I always liked the idea of Genji being his cocky shit self in battle, but in private he’s submissive and about bein used. Living weapon in the streets, living sex toy in the sheets. ~demial

Genji: cracks jokes about death, sex, his s/o, his friends, literally anything. Is in complete control of his body as he fights

Also Genji: begging you to ride him, pleading with you to allow him to cum, eyes watering as you edge his for hours, his body trembling harshly.

Sobbing, begging Genji who’s body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat as he waits like a good boy to follow your next order and earn his release

👌👌👌

It’s Demial again. This is an idea that I’m not sure I’ll get around to. Reader asks Genji if he’s intact, and he is. But surprise, he’s trans. Reader asks why he doesn’t just get a dick installed, but he says he couldn’t bear to let go of any more body parts after losing so many already. Reader’s cool with this of course and fingers the shit out of him and jerks his tiny cock.

This is such an emotional situation and I love it, Genji having come to such terms with his body and finally being comfortable enough with himself to have a discussion like this. I’m proud of our boy. I like to think that the reader would do their best to make sure Genji feels loved and sexy because that’s what you think of him. Making Genji feel good about himself is a kink I have 100%, the boy needs all kinds of healthy loving and tbh the only reason I didn’t make this into a full-on fic because I wouldn’t know how to appropriately write it and I don’t want to make anyone feel bad.

Genji lovin is the best tho

Same here. That’s why I shared this idea instead of writing it. I love this idea, and it’s also a very loving idea.

Mendacity

overwatch-reader-imagines:

You sidled up to him, mouth opening and Genji plopped a piece of nigirizushi in your mouth with his chopsticks. You wiggled your plump thighs with how good it was and Genji just smiled at you.

“Now my turn,” you said, your tongue sticking out slightly from your teeth as you concentrated.

Your finger shook on the chopsticks and some of the seaweed tore from the way you pinched into them. His chest grew warm at the sight of it and he popped open his mouth, you carefully placing the makizushi in there.

It tasted like nothing.

He knew it would but you were so happy to feed him that he put a smile on his face, excitedly describing how delicious it should have been.

The dark sting of guilt was mostly assuaged by the beaming smile you gave him, chubby cheeks absolutely radiating with joy. He swallowed, something sticking in his throat as he did.

“What do you want next?” you said, Genji turning to the food.

“Whatever you want,” he said with a fake smile, his chest throbbing with the falsehoods he was sprinkling everywhere.

He’d need to confess, later, Genji thought. It was never his intention to lie to you but once he looked at your beautiful face he just couldn’t find it in him to wipe the smile off.

Happy New Years!

overwatch-reader-imagines:

Was tempted to schedule for just before midnight but fuck it, here u go.

Hanzo walked through the bustling streets, eyes clamouring to peer at whatever clock that was nearby. No one seemed willing to miss the second the New Year came, but he was more interested in something else.

His face felt cool on the night air, slightly flushed pink from the sake he was drinking before. He had a feeling of where you were hiding, climbing a building to get there faster.

He was right.

You looking away on the beach, the water washing up right in front of your boots. He made his way to you, the sand crunching under his feet as his heart grew light.

You whipped around to smile at him, your own cheeks pink as you reached out to grasp his hand. You pulled him to stand next to you, fingers twining into his.

“It’s gonna be a New Year,” you said over your shoulder at Hanzo and he nodded, “Let’s try to be at least a little less dysfunctional.”

“Just a little?”

“Small goals,” you said, “they say that’s the key.”

He gave a hum and something seemed to build up inside of you, planting your feet firmly in the ground before screaming out into the ocean.

“Fuck you depression!” you screamed, Hanzo getting a little amused and just watched you.

“Fuck you anxiety!”

“And fuck you self-hatred!”

Hanzo quickly mimicked your pose and the two of you shrieked out into the ocean, cursing the darkness that you both carried. A few moments later the year shifted over, your throats aching but bodies even more relaxed than you had for years.

So I love your writing. Could I see some angsty blackwatch!Genji sometime?

This was a vague request, and that’s okay! But that means I did what I wanted. Hope you enjoy.

The consoles in front of you blared light and sound. A lot of alarming red, alerting you to an issue that needed your immediate attention. You were a hair away from being alarmed, as well. Instead, you put your phone in your pocket, discarding the stupid little mobile game you’d been playing. Keeping your anxiety under the surface, you found the console with thick, red letters that read, “CARDIAC ARREST”. You tapped “Yes” on the bottom of the screen to attempt a restart of Genji’s heart.

In the patient’s room, a red light circled the plate on his chest, and then shined into the darkness. Genji clenched his hands and groaned painfully. A woman on top of him took her hands from his throat and eased herself off his dick.

You stared hard into the space in front of you, torn between the urge to roll your eyes, cry, or growl in anger. This wasn’t the first time you had to do this.

Genji would be in greater danger if you didn’t wait here as he asked. To make sure he made it through this alive.

You got up, the office chair flying backwards on its wheels. You left it there, pushing the door to the patient room open. You walked into the room with purpose to your stride.

Clothes rustling somewhere in the dark reminded you that it wasn’t just you and Genji in here. A rectangle of unnatural light lit up the woman’s face. She was pulling her underwear and pants up hurriedly. You would remember that face. Glare at her when you passed in the hallway from now on. She was yet another /whore/ willing to further Genji’s addiction. The woman’s phone blinked off, and you rolled your eyes at her while she couldn’t see.

The whore left soon after that. Genji gave her a quick kiss just before, which you wish you hadn’t seen. You resented his ability to stab you in the heart when he gave someone a quick peck on the lips. You were so sick of this shit.

You walked to the side of the patient’s bed. You took his neck in one hand. He winced.

“You’ll need more ointment,” you informed him coldly, “I’m not sure it’ll heal before your next appointment with Angela.”

You let go, and he fell a few inches towards the bed before catching himself with his arms behind his back. You walked over to a combo sink-cabinet and yanked a drawer open.

“Mmmm,” he hummed gently. It was warbled from the choking, “I am sure you will patch me up.”

“Sounds like you’ve been talking to Jesse McCree,” you replied, walking back with a tube in one hand.

You unscrewed it and gently patted some cool cream on the mottled skin of Genji’s neck, around the metal piece on his throat. He tilted his head back, making it easier for you. You enjoyed this part as much as you hated cleaning up after him. It’s why you chose to become a nurse. Taking care of people. Then there was this man. This beautiful, flawed man. If only he’d stop fucking these random women and fucked you instead. If you let yourself think about it too much, you’d space out.

You finished, popped the cap back on the tube, and then turned around to put it back in its place. Genji sat all the way up and fiddled audibly with something between his legs.

Your face darkened considerately.

You whipped around, and your hand made violent contact with his face. It hurt, but so did your chest.

“You couldn’t even put your dick away before I came in here! You fucking slut,” you spat at him.

You left, slamming the door behind you. But you’d be back.