He finds you sprawled out on couch of the common area. Decked out in active attire and running shoes while groaning at finally being able to rest.
“Fun workout?” He chuckles. You grimace, thanking the stars its him and not Zarya who has found you. “I know just what’ll help.” Moving to lean over the back of couch while his hands land on you.
In this state, you’re not in the right place to protest his sudden touch. Quite the contrary, you find yourself leaning in when he begins to massage your muscles.
The tension and ache in your arms melts away with each knead of his fingers. The want to shy away from the affection vanishing the more he focuses on you.
His hands trail up the length of your neck, working the muscle behind your ears and hairline. You shiver, wanting nothing more than have them work their way all over you.
The smirk on his face motions that he’s noticed the effect it has. An elated feeling washing over him when he gets a moan from your lips as he drags his hands down and out your shoulders.
“Hng…Lucio.” You groan as his hands glide down your shoulder blades onto the curve of you back. His touches run lighter and lighter as the fire in the pit of your stomach ignites. He pinches as he works here and there until your nothing but squirming for more. “Fuck, I didn’t know you could do that .”
He laughs at your sudden neediness. Leaning over your body to bring his mouth up to your ear. A hot breath of promises whispering into your ear sending tingles throughout your body.
“If you make it back your room, I can show you a better way of unwinding.” He reels back, humming as he strolls away.
You don’t think you’ve ever woken up faster.
Genji Shimada
(Blackwatch days)
It had been a rough day for Genji but he found his solace in you.
Your back was turned to him as you sat in your desk chair. Reyes had assigned some files to tend to which currently had your fixated attention.
You nearly jump when he places his head up top yours with a tired sigh. A frown sprawling across your lips at the sudden intrusion of your personal bubble.
However, as he leans the weight of his slender body against you, you can’t help but marvel at the feel of him.
You weren’t one for affection -neither was Genji really-but now with him at your back, the thought simply slips. His body is surprisingly warm despite the metal as his black hair is disheveled against your own.
Its a nice feeling, you’d admit. Having his breath tickle your scalp lightly as his arms hung down across your front shoulders. His cheek resting on the crown of your head while his breathing slows to a calm state. He snuggles in a bit more before releasing another pleased sigh.
When he pulls away, it feels much too soon. A huff leaves your mouth involuntarily before the lazy scrape of a chair echos in the air.
He pulls up a chair behind you, resting his head on your shoulder with an arm linked with your own. It doesn’t deter you from typing but it’s presence there mulls your mind to it slightly.
It’s then you realize you’re enjoying this affection as much as he is.
“I needed this.” He murmurs quietly. The metal of his chin plate muffling his words with a mechanical undertone. “Me too.” You mumble back while continuing your work. He takes a peek at your face, the Blackwatch ninja smiling when he notices the faint grin on your lips as well.
Zenyatta Tekhartha
The Omnic can’t help but notice you struggle. Curses whispered under your breathe at the unruliness the mission has left upon your hair.
His hand takes the brush from your hands. The other clasps a chunk of your hair, careful of his metallic joints.
At first you reel back, not used to having other people touch you so freely. Though, he calmly retracts.
“It seems that it has tangled significantly.”
He speaks softly. Hands retreating only to be held above you, courteous and awaiting for permission. “Please, let me help.”
Slowly, you ease back and he hums contently. His hands running through the strands with the comb for a time.
It feels different to have someone else brush through your hair. It’s gentle and soothing which makes it hard for you not to melt.
You end up doing so, however. Zenyatta humming a light tune as he combs through the strands with ease, paying extra attention to the knots that have formed.
There a moments when he drags his fingertips over your scalp to grab more pieces of hair. The mix of deft cold metal and the heat of your skin causing you to shiver delightfully.
You aren’t sure when you close your eyes. Even less sure when you fell against him, asleep to the feeling of him playing with your hair.
However, he does not wake you until you arrive back at the base. A gentle tug to your arm that almost goes unnoticed by the dropships shaking when landing.
“I understand I was just meant to comb it but I got a bit carried away.” He voices, hands hovering over a braid when you gently turn. He moves to pull it over your shoulder before adjusting it to frame your face. Color floods your cheeks as you notice how intricately delicate it looks as compared to the mess of tangles you had before.
Zenyatta beams when you thank him. The sheer tenderness in your gaze reminding him to offer to help you more often.
Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Genji Shimada/Reader Characters: Genji Shimada, Tekhartha Zenyatta, Hanzo Shimada, Reader, Jesse McCree Additional Tags: Married to Friends to Lovers, Arranged Marriage, Slow Burn, Genji/Hanzo Reconciliation, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Eventual Relationships, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:
You were married to Genji, arranged by your parents and his many years before either of you knew each other. You barely thought of your husband, even after his death, while roaming the world honing your skills. At least not until he stumbled into your life again with a twirl of your fan.
Maybe now there was a chance for the two of you to fall in love, finally away from the meddling of the Shimada clan.
Cyber Ninja’s perplexed eyebrow was rude to you. All you had done was asked if you could see his partner in heroism, Sentai. Of course you wanted to meet him! You had spent a month tracking him down to this tiny, two-story house off an unassuming street. The street, full of houses that had yet to fall to make way for taller, more modern apartments. Sentai had been missing, or gone into hiding, for four months now. All the news websites reported on it. You had to know why, so you came here.
And if you could make it with your favourite hero in the process, you thought to yourself while fighting a smirk off your face, all the better.
“Fine,” said the rude man, “Please come in.”
He said the polite words but not in the polite tone. You followed him into the house and up the stairs to the bedrooms.
“Forgive me, but I must leave shortly,” he said. “There is some trouble in the downtown area.”
“Oh, is Sentai going with you?”
“…No,” he answered, as if that was a silly question. “But he still put on his suit.”
You didn’t ask Cyber Ninja to explain himself, because you were tired of hearing him speak. Instead, you went through the bedroom door he had opened for you. Excitement crackled like lightning up and down your body. There was Sentai, your hero, standing in front a full-length mirror.
You slowly drew a breath in awe. He was double his normal size. His round belly protruded out and over his belt, and he had proportionately fat thighs below. He ignored you both to gaze into the mirror, his white-gloved hands trembling. Then he picked at his costume with said hands. It contained his large rolls without ripping open. The spandex stretched and snapped back with muffled slaps.
Cyber Ninja sighed behind you. “At least you know it is good quality, Brother,” he said. He was disgusted and didn’t try to hide it.
You, on the other hand, thought he was darling. His body was all curves, even his butt was round and looked smackable.
“Well, I will leave you to it,” said Cyber Ninja. “Whatever it is you will do,” he added, muttering. He turned around and left, shutting the door behind him.
You smiled at Sentai, who stood still, shocked, hands still held out in front of him. He was shocked that you didn’t make up an excuse to leave. You could tell he felt awkward, but you couldn’t see that he was sweating bullets under his costume. You decided to rescue the hero this time, instead of the other way around.
You took his arm and walked him to his bed, telling him softly, “Sit, sit, sit.” You sat next to him and smiled again. “I’m happy to meet you.”
Sentai relaxed outwardly, but inwardly he despaired. He didn’t want any of his fans to see him like this. You were too pleased to notice. This was your opportunity to take advantage of the man while he was emotionally weak. You decided to make a move instead of leaving like he wanted. You wiggled closer to him, his soft side warming your body.
“You really let yourself go, huh?” you purred, rubbing the inside of his thick thigh. Your fingertip brushed against his package, and Sentai was visibly startled, lifting a hand almost defensively. You leaned back a little, surprised by his sensitive reaction. He lowered the hand back down.
“Did you like that?” you asked.
He nodded silently. A breath echoed in his helmet, like he drew in air to speak but decided against it. Too embarrassed to ask for what he wanted from you, because he was not his usual size.
Your fingers wandered further, rubbing the firm flesh you assumed was his length. You massaged, and it hardened under your touch, raising a tantalizing tent in his black pants. You sucked your bottom lip deep into your mouth at the sight. Sentai bucked into your hand, his hands braced on the bed behind him. That was clearly a good sign, so you took the initiative and slid into his lap, facing away. You grabbed some of his thigh fat and pulled towards you. He got the hint and ground against your ass, holding your hips. The bed creaked quietly under his movement.
“You like that, too, Honey?”
He hummed in agreement and then groaned. His nubby head poked against the damp spot currently in your panties. It was clear that he wanted to be buried deep inside you, but his thick thighs were getting in the way. You were going to let him try, but first you wanted his cute little dick in your mouth. Without warning, you got off his lap. He let you slip through his fingers. He didn’t want you to get away, but he also didn’t want to cage you in. In case it made you leave. His confidence was low.
You spun around and glanced down, then up at Sentai.
“Can you take it out for me?”
You had to hold his belly up to allow him space to undo his belt. And then he had to hold it up himself to let you get your mouth in there.
“Sorry,” he whispered.
“It’s okay.”
Truth was, his shame was giving you an intense need to hop on his dick and show him how adorable you found him. You had to do it today. No doubt he was planning to lose all the weight soon and would gain his previous confidence (and good sense) back.
His cock peeked out from amongst rolls of his stomach and thighs, giving it a deceptively smaller appearance. No matter, you decided to concentrate on the head. You licked all around, cleaning up the precum that he messed himself up with. It tasted extra sweet. Maybe he had been eating too many pastries, but you just made that up for your amusement. You gave the tip a quick lick and pronounced it, “Adorable,” glancing up at him.
Sentai wheezed an embarrassed chuckle and spread his thighs to make it easier. It allowed you to sink down farther down his cock and tickle his scrotum with the tip of your tongue. He sucked in a laboured breath.
“That feels good,” Sentai said, sounding normal for the first time since you met him.
You sucked on his dick like it was a fleshy Tootsie Roll you were trying to swallow. He repeated his praises over and over, his voice shaking. Almost begging you not to stop.
He moaned and tightened his thighs around your head, and you did stop. You didn’t want him to cum just yet. Sentai bent forward, and his hand brushed down your arm in a silent plea when you stood up from between his legs.
“Stay there,” you ordered.
Your tone reached his brain and finally it clicked for him that you had been in charge this whole time. A lump appeared in his throat. He wasn’t used to this. Given his current state, Sentai didn’t think he had much choice. He didn’t think anyone else would touch him like you just did. Sentai blushed in horrified shame and accepted your authority. He was going to get what he wanted anyway. You stripped quickly, thankful to be free of your constraining clothing. You left your clothes where they lay; Sentai’s bedroom was a mess to begin with. Snack wrappers and Pocky boxes were all over the place, as well as some takeout containers.
Sentai watched you undress. He played the head of his dick, until your shirt dropped on a noisy wrapper. It startled him into taking his hand away, then acting like nothing happened and fiddling with his scarf.
You faced away from him again. As you began to sit on his dick, his hands went right to your hips. You let him guide you. He rolled against you, trying to find his goal. When he found your entrance, he grunted, attempting to thrust inside.
Sentai rutted against your cunt, barely making it inside. The soft, slick head bobbed just inside you as he desperately worked his hips against your behind. He held your hips and pressed harder, trying to get deeper. The agonizing creak of the bedsprings under your combined weight probably alerted Hanzo to what you were doing. That or the whiny moans Sentai was panting into his helmet would.
“Harder,” you told him.
He obeyed with a choked moan from the effort of holding back his seed. Your fingers dug deeper into pudgy thighs, hanging on for the weakness in your legs. You listened to him struggle for a couple minutes before allowing him relief.
“You can cum now.”
His cum squirted in and around your entrance. The warmth oozed out and dribbled slowly down your inner thigh. He couldn’t even keep his cum inside you, the poor thing. Sentai whined one last time and rolled his head back, coming down from the high.
He made to sit back, but you whipped your upper body around and grabbed his white scarf.
“Clean me,” you stated.
Sentai sighed, and you figured he was considering his answer.
“V-very well,” he said.
You stood up and bent forward, resting your hands on your knees.
“I won’t look,” you said, letting him keep his secret identity.
That small concession from you let him hang on to whatever pride he had left. He lifted his helmet off and stared hard at the sticky mess that was your cunt. Sentai’s dick ached, both with a need to fuck you again and from overstimulation. His black eyes flicked up to the back of your head and down to between your legs. You not watching somehow made this easier. He brushed his green hair back from face, damp from sweat.
It was green to match the accents on his costume. Sentai secretly hoped that while in civilian clothes, someone would guess who he was based on that, taking strange pleasure in flaunting himself. So far all had gotten was someone asking if he was a Sentai fan.
Sentai had to get down on his hands and knees to avoid falling over. He leaned in close and licked along your slit first. You sighed happily. Sentai licked his lips, getting used to the taste of his own cum. Then he lapped hungrily at your thighs and around your cunt.
“Good boy,” you breathed.
Sentai was no beginner to giving oral sex. He knew how to please. He moved his mouth lower to flick at your clit, and you opened your legs to allow him better access. After a while, he sealed his lips to the area and sucked. You rocked back into this mouth, whining softly. Before you got too close, you stood up.
Sentai immediately sat back on his thick rear and looked to you for direction, licking his lips clean of your slick.
“Put on your helmet before I turn around.”
Oh, right. He scrambled to shove it back on.
“I am ready,” he said.
“Good boy,” you told him, turning around.
You sank into sitting cross-legged and put your hands on his plump stomach. Adorable. You couldn’t help rubbing circles on it, making it jiggle. It was warm under your touch and gave nicely when you pressed.
“Look at you,” you said, more to yourself than him, “You would make such a cute pet.”
You pressed your hands harder into his tummy and your fingers sunk into the spandex. So nice and warm. Like a living pillow. Your gaze flicked up to the black, insect-like eye parts of his helmet.
“You’re embarrassed, aren’t you? Ashamed? Think no one will touch like I am?”
His last scrap of pride prevented Sentai from verbally confirming the truth, so he let his chin drop towards his chest instead. Your words were giant red flags, but to your inward glee, he ignored them. You didn’t want to wait for him to answer, anyway. The more ashamed he was, the more pliable he was, and the more likely you would get what you wanted. One of your hands slid higher, and you pushed gently on his chest.
“Lay back, Baby.”
Sentai did as told. You got onto his lap and caressed his general form before fully sitting down. His tummy fit into the V-shape your thighs made comfortably. You didn’t even need the bed to fuck him.
“So cute,” you said, admiring him.
You lifted your hips higher to reach underneath and take hold of his dick. You squeezed it once. He inhaled in pain.
“Hurts? I won’t be long,” you promised.
You guided his cock in, easing yourself down on it. Then you happily discovered that his stomach reached so far down that your nub rubbed against it naturally. You hung on to the sides of his round stomach and rolled your hips against his little cock. The head brushed against the special spot inside, and your cunt clutched around it in response.
You had manipulated him into this position, and everything was in place for you to cum on Sentai’s cock like you always wanted. You went for it, using him like he was a giant posable action figure, only comfortable. The man himself wheezed in pain and death-gripped the carpet below him. You didn’t care how he felt, as long as he stayed hard until you finished. You shut your eyes and, for the most part, ignored Sentai’s presence. You came with an arched back and a quiet, “Oh, god.”
To be fair, your cunt did milk a weaker orgasm out of his cock when you came; it wasn’t all bad for him. His fists relaxed open after that. You opened your eyes and tossed him some praise, “That was good.”
He still said nothing. He needed your absence to realize how you’d used him, but you weren’t finished just yet. You crawled up his body and lay atop him, treating him like a giant, stuffed teddy bear.
“You’re so comfy,” you murmured, wiggling to get fully comfortable.
Sentai really should have thrown you off and tossed you out of his room, but two orgasms convinced his brain that you had the right idea. That now was aftersex nap time. He watched your eyes close and then took his helmet off. He laid his head against his palm for a pillow, letting himself also drift off to sleep.
Cyber Ninja blinked and the confused frown he had been sporting relaxed from his face. Then he frowned more harshly with deeper confusion. He carefully pulled the door shut for real without making a sound. Then he paused. Maybe he could stand to gain a little weight himself.
Always showering you in love and affection no matter what
More concerned about your health than anything else
He likes to cook and often cooks hearty, nutritious meals
Always gently encourages you to eat such meals as they’ll help you get to a more regular weight
Doesn’t push you very much if you’re uncomfortable doing so
He’s proud of you and tells you so when you manage to though
Invites you to join him during his workouts; even if you don’t work out yourself (which would help build muscle and stimulate an appetite if you lack one), he’d like the company
You can sit on his back and play on your phone while he does push ups
Might try to convince you to check up with a doctor, just in case; again, though, he’d never force you to do anything you aren’t comfortable doing unless it becomes a major issue to your health
No matter what you decide to do or not do, he’s always supporting you and cheering you on
Never lets you go a day without hearing how amazing and perfect you are
Overall just an incredibly soft and sweet teddy bear trying to make sure his love feels healthy and loved
Genji Shimada
Gets up really early most of the time, so he leaves you sticky notes
Positive daily affirmations, sweet nothings, poems, “love you’s,” etc to make sure you start of your day bright and early
Along with something saying where he’s at
(Spoilers: He’s usually meditating and he’d love to have you join him)
When you’re up and he gets done with his morning routine, he hunts you down to smother you in your morning dose of physical and verbal affection
Makes an extra effort every time to tell you that your body is perfect and that he loves it just the way it is because he knows you’re particularly insecure about it
Meals are always nutritious and healthy, so even if you decide to not eat much you’re still putting something in your body that’ll keep you feeling well
Throughout the day he just likes to give you compliments and smooches and the like
He’s just a love bug
Honestly this man does not have a limit
He worships you
His mission is that someday you’ll never feel an insecurity again
You’re perfect and he hopes someday you’ll be able to see yourself the way he does
“I’ve lost count on how many times I met and lost you, but even if it’s painful, I’d choose to fell to you over and over again” It’s kinda like..Genji will be in endless loop of love and hurt with his s/o Do you like it? And do you think Genji will come back to beat Hanzo for cursing his s/o? 😡 Thank you anyway~ Have a nice day!!
HNNNNG OH MY GOD
It doesn’t even matter what you are reincarnated as. Gender, sex, not even species deters him. You could reincarnate as a dog and he’d still love you. (Granted, he won’t fuck you or do romantic things while you’re a dog but he’d keep you as a companion until you pass again.)
Once, he even convinces you to be immortal with him, but Hanzo’s magic is too strong. He has to keep watching you die until he comes up with a solution. And yes, he does go back home to fight for you, but that doesn’t go too well either. Genji gets absolutely fucked up and is now afraid to show you the face behind the mask because he is so scarred and not as handsome as he once was.
He always knows it’s you instantly. He travels the world and suddenly he feels a tug on his heart, like a magnet pulling him to you. And when he does find you, everything just feels right. His chest no longer aches, the world looks brighter, and he can finally feel at peace if even for just a short while.
Every time you die, Genji is filled with complete and utter heartbreak and every time he vows to find you again and find a way to end this torturous cycle, no matter how long it may take.
This girl loves to torture herself with Genji angst, I swear. And also, are you into fairy tales? This some grade A angst! I like it.
a/n: i slept in hella late today and missed hanging out with my folks, but luckily nobody is upset with me (bless) so here’s some goofy pickup lines I could see the OW boys using on their S/O.
and since there’s so many amazing boys in ow i’ve slapped this under a read more so you wouldn’t have to scroll for ten years. also please note that mccree has three text related things for his that is due to me almost passing up the greatest of chances to use one of the most cheesy one’s i could legit see him telling his s/o.
You broke the kiss, not because you wanted to, but because you had to ask.
“Do you think of him?”
“I think of him.”
Genji’s lips went elsewhere if yours wouldn’t occupy them. He nipped at your neck, making you jolt and whine.
“Kiss,” you hissed.
He laid kisses along your sweat-moistened skin instead. Genji always forgot in the middle of the act to work up to the more intense attentions. He was good about taking direction, though. You closed your eyes and let Genji’s thrusts and his mouth working against your neck carry you somewhere heavenly. With your eyes closed, you could better hear the intricate machinery that made up Genji’s mid-section. You listened to the repetitive mechanical whine for a minute before again posing a question.
“What exactly do you think?”
Genji took your hands from his waist and pinned them above your head without missing a beat. You groaned helplessly at his show of strength, eyes rolling back. Your cunt had your back, and suctioned around Genji’s cock, forcing a reaction. He bit his lip and stubbornly kept his pleasure at bay. He let his next breath out of his nose steadily, keeping discipline.
“Stop,” he said, sounding more forced than he would like.
“No,” you countered, opening your eyes to meet his glazed, dark brown ones. God, it almost made you cum just to look into his blown irises. He lusted for you.
But not just for you, and that’s what you wanted to hear about. It was wrong, and that’s exactly what you loved about it. Why you encouraged him to speak about it.
“What does he do to you?”
That question must have sent his mind on a trip, because he gasped beautifully and slowed his hips. The loss of pleasure was worth seeing his expression.
“What’s he doing to you right now, Genji?”
You referred to whatever fantasy his mind automatically conjured while gripped by desire. You had waited until you both really got into it, until you were fully stretched, keeping the idea tucked away until the right moment.
You squeezed his cock with your inner muscles to get his attention. “Do you beg him?”
Genji hummed, then denied it. He snapped out of his haze. He smirked down at you and worked his hips faster. Your eyes squinted with the effort of keeping them open, of keeping control. You weren’t going to give up. You changed strategies, instead.
“I wanna be on top, Honey.”
Genji’s face lit up at that. It was his favourite position. He was normally in charge for a practical reason, that he was in better shape and lasted longer. But he secretly liked lying back and letting you do the work.
You switched positions and easily engulfed his cock with your cunt. You ground down on his lap, thinking more of your pleasure for the moment. Genji admired your body lazily from below. One smooth, metal hand rested on your hip, and the other caressed your stomach. He loved its cute shape.
Your mouth curved into a half-smile. You leaned forward, a hand planting on one of his chest plates.
“Honey, what do you say when you beg your brother?”
He raised an eyebrow.
“If I made something up, you would not know.”
You grinned. “I can tell when you’re lying to me by now.”
Genji’s teeth flashed in returned.
“Fine. Uhhh…” he sucked the side of his bottom lip into his mouth as he converted the images in his head into words. “So I was begging.”
He blushed and cocked his head, and you urged him to continue before he lost his nerve. You rewarded him by bouncing in his lap, working his dick.
“I begged, and Hanzo wanted me to shut up. So he started…to,” his blush darkened, “…choke me.”
“Oh!” What a pleasant surprise. You could picture it. Hanzo driving into Genji from behind and reaching forward to squeeze his annoying little brother’s neck. The sound of Genji’s breath when his tongue got in the way. “If anyone can be rough with someone, it’s you.”
His eyebrows came together briefly, his expression asking for mercy.
“Are you close, Baby?”
“Yes.”
You sat up straight.
“I want you to think about Hanzo cumming instead you.” Genji’s gaze went through you, his mind already painting the picture. “He’s cumming because of you. What does he sound like when it happens?”
His mouth opened, but he said nothing. That was okay. You had already sent Genji speeding towards the edge like you craved. You doubled your efforts on his lap, bracing your hands on his hips.
He had other ideas. He took firm hold of your hips and thrust up into your cunt. You fell forward with a soft moan and let him take control. You held onto his broad shoulders and nibbled on and tongued at the thick wire at the side of his neck. You let Genji use you, grinding your clit against his pelvis in return. He was elsewhere in his mind, giving in to his animalistic lust.
Increasingly louder moans led to Genji cumming, babbling his brother’s name.
“HanzoHanzoHanzo…!”
That was enough for you as well. You seized up, helpless on top of Genji’s body as you rode it out. After, you lay against his chest, and he cradled you to him, a hand in your hair. He reached down to gently slide his length out of you. You kept your little victory to yourself, wondering if pushing the issue again would be pushing your luck.
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