Ho boy *cracks knuckles* Haven’t done a good hurt comfort in a while.
McCree
Most days he gets a little twinge that he can ignore, but some mornings he wakes up panicking when he doesn’t see his flesh arm on that side. A tiny bit of phantom pain and PTSD combined, he reckons. Still, sometimes it gets too much and he just curls up in bed on his good side and rides out the pain. On occasion, he’ll break out the pain pills he’s squirrelled away from the infirmary just to stop the fire in that arm.
On those days, he prefers not to be touched and would rather hide in a warm, dark corner away from the world. He doesn’t mind if you join him in that hidey-hole, but he doesn’t want you to come too close. Too afraid of lashing out, he claims. Well, that and he doesn’t want you to see him in that state. In times like this, your voice calms him greatly and he’ll ask you about your day just to keep his mind off of his own horrible day. On really bad days when it hits him particularly hard, he just wants to be left alone.
McCree doesn’t want you to touch him when he’s like this. Literally anything that touches his left side becomes ice and pins and needles, like his skin is trying to crawl away from his body. As a result, he just jams himself somewhere that minimises contact with his skin. But when he does feel better, he’ll crawl over to you and hide his face in your lap so he can start to calm down. Like this, he’s okay with his hair being fiddled with, although his scalp is still tingly.
Bit by bit, as he calms down, he becomes more and more touchy-feely. He begins to nuzzle your thighs and wipe off his tears and snot (ew) so that he looks semi-presentable.
Genji
Genji’s phantom pains hit him a lot more frequently than McCree’s, but he’s learned to deal with it over the years. It’s hard not to when your whole body’s been through the wringer. You’ll find him rubbing over his armour whenever it hits him as though it’ll ease his pain. Sometimes it makes him worse because he can’t get to his joint or skin to rub away the ache. The level of his trauma is so great that he gets massive pains whenever he sees someone else injured to the extent that he was.
Like McCree, Genji would prefer not to be touched when there’s a particularly bad day. At all. He doesn’t even want company and would retreat to the roofs and rafters of the base in order to hide. And when that happens, there’s no point to finding him unless he wants to be found. Unless that’s you, in which case there are only a couple of places he can be. But you never push him and as a result, he always comes to you when he finally wants comfort.
It’s very hard to see Genji at his lowest point because he tends to turn tail and run when he feels he’s too weak or too vulnerable. His first instinct is always to protect himself, and unfortunately, it’s hard to change that instinct. Still, you’re very understanding and as a result, he knows to come to you once he’s calmed down enough to think rationally. He will still avoid physical contact despite being clad in armour from tip to toe, but he will sit close enough to steal some warmth from you.
After a while, Genji’s as calm as he can get and crawls into your lap. He ensures that he makes up for however long he spent hiding from you in the way of affection – both for himself and for you. You might find some wet spots from his tears on your shirt or the inside of his mask, but he’ll never admit that his pain makes him cry.
a/n: ooof ooof sorry for the wait anon, i get tired pretty easily rn.
It started out as wondering where you left your jacket or blanket sitting around the base, confused when you couldn’t find it you didn’t expect to find Genji had been taking them until you noticed him wearing your missing jacket.
His face tucked into the fabric, looking so relaxed and at peace with everything while he carried your blanket, a few other miscellaneous articles of clothing (nothing big just sleeping shirts another jacket and the blanket) he looked so pleased, soft and very Omega at that moment.
The two of you weren’t an item, just two people who happen to have sex every month or whenever Genji’s Heat struck him, even if it was to keep it at bay with something platonic like packmate gestures of just being near him, reassuring him and helping to push his Heat back.
You left him be, opting to leave a few more things sitting so the Omega could add them to his slowly growing collection.
The urge to Nest was strong, his Omega simmering so close to the surface that it was hard to ignore it. The push and pull he felt towards you, and the comfort he found in your Scent.
After adding his latest addition of another shirt, well worn and one you often wore to bed Genji put it on his pillow, curling around it and breathing in your comforting scent.
Genji was thankful that you never said anything, never made his sudden snatching of your clothes awkward. Happy that you let him have this.
Hiya, sorry this one took longer than I expected, work life just happen to slap me right on my face with pile of papers when I did this hc! Hope you like this one! – Syl.
– in his younger days, he’d be taken care by his maids. Sojiro might come to visit him in his room to see how’s he doing, Hanzo won’t even bother to see him.
– when he’s sick, he’ll be whiny as hell. Asking for a lot of stuffs to pick on his maids. He did that on purpose as entertainment since he can’t go out.
– Once he recover, he might apologize and maybe buy foods for the maids that took care of him.
– Blackwatch days was his darkest time and so when he’s sick, he doesn’t want to rest.
– He likes to keep his mind busy, he also doesn’t like sleeping because he often get nightmares from his ‘death’
– Angela/Moira have to give him sedative and sleeping pills to force him to rest or else he won’t be able to recover.
– He actually prefers for the doctors to give him a shot so he can recover quickly.
– in his current state tho, whenever he fell sick he takes his time to recover. He rest and drink the medicines dilligently.
– He’d still exercising, depends on how sick he is but he likes to keep his stamina fit.
– He also gonna spend a lot of time to meditating either alone or with Zenyatta.
As for Genji with couple, Demial and I are agree that he’s gonna be clingy to his s/o! Whiny like a little baby and doesn’t wanna be alone. He’ll constantly looking for your attention!
He’ll ask you to fed him, help him with his medicines (pretty sure he remembers when to take his medicines but he’ll let you take care of him), cuddles with him and pat him to sleep.
You better be there and nurse him till he gets healthy again!
For Blackwatch Genji tho, he wouldn’t want to get close to you when he’s sick. He’s afraid that you’re gonna get sick too because of him, but he’s still craving for your attention!
Genji burned you with a molten stare, red eyes framed by his face guard. His full bladder was uncomfortable. When added to the various phantom pains, the soreness of numerous recent surgeries, and the random noises from his new body parts, he was on edge.
But you held the remote and therefore, were not afraid. You don’t know why Moira made a remote for this, but you enjoyed it too much to ask. The thick wires sprouting out of the back of his head stopped him from going far. From ripping himself from his seat and springing forward to wrestle you for the remote. The wires were firmly attached to the diagnostic machinery of the chair.
Genji drummed his human fingers on the armrest. Slowly. He dipped his chin a couple inches, heating his stare further.
“All I said was, be careful,” Reyes said, sitting on the counter behind you. “If you burst his bladder, and we have to install a new one, Captain Amari is gonna be on my ass.” He leaned forward. “Do you know why?”
“Why, Commander?”
“Because we’ll be over budget. Again.”
You swivelled around in your office to look at him.
“Maybe if you didn’t import so much carne asada from California, you wouldn’t spend so much.”
“What do you know about comfort food, huh?” he asked, landing on his feet.
“You’re half-black. Import some fried chicken, instead for once.”
Reyes tutted.
“Why do I have to appeal to one half? Why not both?” He paused for effect, lowering his voice. “You know what I should get?”
“What?”
“Watermelon.”
You laughed. He left the room, cackling down the hallway at his own joke.
You swivelled back around to face Genji. His chest expanded in a dramatic sigh.
You crossed your legs, pressing one of the buttons on the remote. It increased the fluids flowing into his body, also increasing the urine input into his artificial bladder.
Genji scootched back in his seat next, his knees caving inward. His eyes rolled upwards. He tried to not let his knees touch. A blush crawled up to the skin visible around his eyes.
“Need to go?”
Genji nodded rapidly. The wires clacked with the movement. You saw the pleading in the way his eye muscles contracted.
You shook your head slowly with fake sympathy on your face. He made a frustrated noise, balling his fists. He crossed his ankles.
You waited, swinging back and forth on the chair to amuse yourself. Genji slid a heel knife along the front of his other shin. You swung in time with the squealing metal on metal.
“Please.”
It was so quiet that you had to ask him to say it again.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
He growled.
“Please let me use the bathroom,” he spat through clenched teeth.
“I dunno. Your accent was heavy.” You spun all the way around, the wind pulling at your hair and clothes. “You might have to say it again.”
“You have no right to keep me here like this!” he yelled.
A drop of urine already leaked from the slit in his cock. His blush spread up his face and to where his ears used to be.
A few more drops leaked out, and he threw his head back with a low whine. You upped the fluid input one more time. The drops of urine turned into a stream. Genji finally shut his legs and folded forward as far as the wires let him. His head hung from them.
Your lips curled into a half smirk. A yellow puddle grew on Genji’s seat under his tush.
“Modesty plate is not water-tight…good to know…”
Your fingers danced on the holo-console to your left, making notes. Genji trembled in the background.
“You have your data,” Genji said. His tone crept upward to a whine with each word. “Turn. It. Off.”
“Not yet.”
Genji whipped his head side-to-side. His thighs were clamped tightly together, clacking against each other as he shook. The stream of urine gushed. A few moments later, the tapping of drops on the tile reached your ears.
Drops also landed on his thighs. Tears, from his scrunched eyes. A pathetic sob shook his chest.
“Aaaaannnd there we go,” you said, pressing the button to stop the flow of extra fluids.
a/n:gosh, I feel so rusty at writing haha. @seachelle-the-tideborn requested from me a while back to write something for myself and this is the result of that! Hopefully you guys like it too!
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“Where are we going, Genji?” You asked with a smile on your lips while you were being dragged by the hand by the man himself. Knowing that he had heard you perfectly well, Genji didn’t even bother to answer you. He liked to be playful like this at times and sometimes insisting just didn’t work.
The sun was slowly settling down, the bright orange and yellow hues painting the sky that would soon disappear in a couple of minutes. Nothing compared to this kind of view. Even if you had seen this almost your whole life, – sometimes painted in purple and other times like right now – it always brought a warmness to your chest and peace to your heart.
“You’ll see.” Finally the man let out and you could only playfully smile at him, jabbing finger on his side.
“Oh, so now you decide to answer me?” Genji jumped a bit as he felt your poking and snickered at you, your hand still in his grasp.
“Well, it’s much more fun to keep things a secret, don’t you think?”
You went to face the opposite way of him before showing him your small pout. With that small display of childishness, that earned you a hearty laugh from him as he pulled you to him, making you crash unto his side. Then, Genji gingerly looped an arm around your shoulders and rested his head on top of yours.
Genji always loved making a small mess out of you – which he was doing at this exact moment – and he was always proud of such small accomplishments. If you could only get your sweet revenge some day.
What seemed like countless minutes walking, Genji started to guide the both of you to what seemed like a bench. It wasn’t really a park as you looked around the area, but perhaps what used to be of it.
Patting on the side of the bench with his other free hand, you followed with Genji’s gesture and waited for what else he had in store.
By now, the sky began to darken, revealing the small dots of light that were scattered above you for anyone to admire. You couldn’t help but contemplate them and think about how pretty they seemed – they had their own kind of beauty.
You snapped out of your lost daze as you felt your hand being softly squeezed next to your thigh. Looking next to you, you could only observe.
Genji’s eyes were lost in the sky while a small smile was on his lips and held on to your hand. You wanted to burn this picture of him into your mind of how his shoulders slumped in such a relaxed way, how his eyes shined like one of that of a child.
Everything from him radiated peace and that’s all you wished for him to always have in his life.
“I used to think,” Genji softly broke the silence between the two of you, his gaze still lost up above, “that my life wouldn’t turn in such a drastic way. I thought that all I would ever have inside me was anger and resentment just like the blackness of the sky, but,”
He looked back at you, his now intense gaze taking in all of the details in your face. A faint blush started to creep to your cheeks, bringing some dizziness to your head.
The man gave your hand another squeeze and stared at your connected fingers. Even a redness started to appear on his pale cheeks which made your heart warm itself.
Taking his eyes back to yours, his smile widened.
“I’ve learned that just like the sky, there is always some light left inside of us just like the stars… and you were one of the few to find and ignite that light inside me once again during such a difficult time of mine.”
He holds you very protectively during a snuggle. He is very intent on keeping you safe and happy.
During the colder seasons, he’ll practically lay on top of you and smother you with his warmth so you don’t get cold.
He likes nuzzling his nose into your hair and taking a whiff of your sweet, natural scent. It calms him down.
If anyone dares step too close while he’s snuggling you, he will bare his fangs and growl at them while he tries to cover you with his body.
He gets a little tense trying to stay vigilant while protecting you. It takes a bit of coaxing, petting, kisses, and gentle words to calm him down and get him to shut his eyes.
Oftentimes Jesse wakes up earlier than you do. It’s a force of habit from his days in Blackwatch and while he was operating as a mercenary. He rises at the crack of dawn, or an hour or two before breakfast on the weekends.
He spends his time with his head tucked into your shoulder, nose buried against your pulse as he breathes your scent in. his arms are wrapped tightly around your waist as he slides a knee between yours slowly.
Jesse doesn’t think about too many things while he waits for you to wake. Maybe what he’ll do for the day. But his demons never come to haunt him during this period of tranquillity.
As he feels you stir in his arms, he reaches over to the console and plays some soft music. It might be your favourite genre or his, depending on how he feels that morning. Jesse will watch you contentedly as you rouse yourself, and then proceeds to tuck you tighter against his body as you stretch.
The moments after you wake are filled with giggles and soft sighs as he blows raspberries against your throat. He might run his fingers over a sensitive spot to make you squirm in ticklishness, and he’ll giggle if you return the favour.
Lazy mornings like these go on forever, and you two usually miss breakfast because of it.
Hanzo
Hanzo is an early riser, and always wakes at the same time each day without fail. No matter the occasion, he will get up, make a pot of tea, meditate for a solid fifteen minutes, then crawl back into bed to read a book or check the news. You never see him do all that though, because he’s always done by the time you’re up.
As he reads, he has his hand on your shoulder, back, or head, and strokes lightly with his fingers. Sometimes it rouses you, and you nuzzle into his chest as he adjusts his position. He sets his book on the bed, gathers you into his arms with your head on his shoulder, and then perches his book on your back as he continues to read.
Lazy morning cuddles with Hanzo is silent. He does not say a word as he offers you a sip of tea, or when he lets you read along with him, or when he moves his head to kiss yours fondly.
Once he’s done, he puts the book aside and tangles your legs together, pulling you flush against him if you weren’t before. Hanzo strokes your hair and nuzzles your temple, his fingers trailing down your back to rest on the waistband of your underwear.
Hanzo likes it when you wrap your arms around him tightly too, and hums contentedly when you trace the tattoo on his arm.
Cuddles only last for so long though, and soon he is up and shepherding you to the bathroom to wash up.
He knows how much it sucks to be unable to use a limb, but he’s never spent a month bedridden before. When he was recovering from his amputation, he went stir crazy in the hospital and that was for two weeks!
So Jesse begs Angela to let you out for a while. Since it’s only a broken leg and not an open or healing wound, she allows it, but only if you’re in a wheelchair. You’re so desperate for any opportunity to get out that you agree, not caring that you’d spend the entire time in a chair.
He takes you to the mess hall to get some food, then brings you outside so you can get some fresh air. It visibly improves your mood and he beams at you, finding you two a nice spot to sit at.
A rebel as always, he cradles you gently in his arms and sets you next to him on the grass, drawing your casted leg into his lap so it stays elevated. All the painkillers that Angela pumped into you make this painless, and you hum in appreciation as the warm Gibraltar breeze tousles your hair.
He doodles on your cast and cracks stupid jokes and lame pickup lines to make you laugh. Stories about Soldier and his nagging, Hanzo and his grumpiness, and all the shenanigans that the team got up to while you were stuck in bed. He’s careful not to mention missions or training for fear of making you more antsy and wishful to be back on your feet.
When you’re cleared to be on crutches, Jesse will cart you everywhere on his back instead of you hobbling around.
“I’m all the crutch you need, baby,” he winks at you and you punch his shoulder. You don’t even think that’s the correct phrasing, but it was the thought that counted.
Genji
Genji is very sympathetic as he spent a long time in a healing tank before being fitted with his cyborg pieces. He brings you treats that Angela allows him to carry in, and sneaks in more being her back. You’re not too sure how he does it as his armour leaves nothing to the imagination.
When you ask him, he just winks at you and wriggles his fingers.
“Why, ninja techniques of course!” (it’s actually the experience of sneaking snacks into a cinema without a bag or jacket)
He remembers that the body will ache when lying down for too long, and gives you a massage every night. If the pain gets too bad, he’ll run for Angela to increase the painkillers on the drip for you.
At night, he sneaks into your room to keep you company. Brings a holopad and some games so you can alleviate your boredom. If you’re not in pain, he’ll situate himself beside you on the bed and cuddle you close, massaging your back gently to ease the aches.
While on missions, he tries to nab souvenirs for you or remember funny incidents so he can recount them to you. Once, he spent a good chunk of time in a flower field to construct a bouquet for you, earning Soldier’s ire and Hana’s and Lucio’s eternal admiration. When he presents it to you, it’s a clumsy lump of red and white and yellow and pink, tied together with a bandage and you tear up because that was so sweet of him.
He gets scolded in the mess by Soldier the next day, but it was so worth it to see your smile.
Hi, lovely! ❤️ Since you didn’t specify an “era”, I’m writing this from the perspective of post-Overwatch, after he’s made peace with himself. Thank you so much for being patient while I finished this up. Hope you enjoy! NSFW below the cut!
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