The Physical

“Okay, let’s get over with,” said Dr. Angela Ziegler.

She pulled on her latex gloves without that startling slapping sound in movies and TV.

Brigitte laughed nervously. “Y-yeah.”

“Why so nervous? Come on, Brigitte. You know what to expect by now.”

She walked around the exam table to Brigitte’s back. Her stethoscope screeched to a stop a couple inches above her skin.

“Wow.”

Brigitte’s face fell to her open hands.

“Okay, now I see…”

“Angelaaaa,” Brigitte complained to her hands.

“If only I could whistle like Jesse,” the doctor said. “I would.”

She wiggled her eyebrows and placed the end of the stethoscope between the long, scabbed-over scratch marks.

“Please don’t.”

Angela chuckled. She finished listening to her patient’s–her friend’s–breathing. Next was ears, eyes, and back of the throat.

“Any complaints?” the doctor asked, taking the tongue depressor out of Brigitte’s mouth.

She licked her lips.

“No. But I might be getting permanent hearing damage from Reinhardt’s roaring mid-battle. Ha.”

Angela smiled.

“Of course.” She pointed. “Now lie back! You haven’t had your pap smear in too long!”

Brigitte groaned but obeyed. No one likes getting a pap smear done. She wiggled her feet back and forth in the stirrups, impatiently waiting for the good doctor to finish.

“Hmmm. There’s a lot of redness down here.”

Brigitte shrunk down, her cheeks turning a pretty pink.

“Any idea why?” Angela asked.

“….no.”

Angela’s eyes peeked up to peer at Brigitte’s burning face.

“Really?” Her eyebrows asked. “You sure?”

Brigitte’s mind instantly recalled the night before, and the passionate night she spent with you.

“Wait. Aren’t you seeing someone…? That new agent…what’s their name…”

“Maybe,” Brigitte answered very quietly.

“Ohhhhhh. Lucky!”

Brigitte suddenly beamed.

“Yep!”

Day 17 v.2 – Collaring

“I am going to make you mine,” Genji said.

“I’m already yours,” you said sleepily. Contentedly.

Your legs relaxed open and fell to the bed from his waist. If Genji was a cat, he’d purr smugly. His cybernetics whined quietly as he bent down kiss up your neck and place a kiss on your cheek with a soft smacking sound. His lips tickled up your skin, little bursts of happiness mirrored inside.

He continued to rain kisses all over your face and neck, making you giggle and squirm. He was supremely happy with the heavenly haze he put you in. He had made love to you until he coaxed your body to its peak and watched you light up with pleasure.

Then he chose to stick close until you will inevitably come down from your high. You were safe and emotionally anchored with your master, so close. You put your hand to his bicep and held on.

Genii smiled and rolled over to your side and continued to gaze at you with his warm, brown eyes. You plastered yourself to his side out of habit, tucking your knee up across him.

“So needy,” he murmured.

He stretched a hand towards the bedside table, seeking your present. It was with some trepidation that he took the thin strip of black leather in his metal fingers. You wouldn’t refuse. He had no reason to worry.

“I have something for you.”

A smile overtook your face.

“Really?!”

“Yes,” he replied, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

You stretched your neck, offering it up for the collar. Once it was hugging your skin–and you tugged on it to check it wasn’t too tight–you instantly felt safer. Relief. You had found a place you belonged. You curled tighter against the solid presence of Genji’s body. His hand was a comforting weight on your back.

If your still doing the smut promps, I’d love to see you write a little bit of embarrassed Hanzo. If you already got this request, I apologize.

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You’re alright 🙂 Haven’t gotten many embarrassed prompts.

It is rare that Hanzo meditates in the same room and the same time as Genji, so rare that the younger brother gapes at the sight of his brother’s broad form sitting upon the tatami mat. The cyborg doesn’t say a word but creeps closer, kneeling down gingerly on a cushion next to Hanzo as though approaching a prey animal.

Luckily for him, Hanzo merely cracks open an eye and closes it again, sighing a deep sigh and rolling his shoulders. “Genji.”

“Aniki,” Genji nods in return and is about to turn his attention to the arresting scenery when he spots the deep marks that were gouged into his brother’s back and neck. “Uhhh, aniki?”

“Hm?” Hanzo doesn’t even bother to turn his head to acknowledge his brother.

“Are those…are those scratches on your back?” the cyborg points out, though he doesn’t mention the dark bite marks on the archer’s neck, nor does he mention the hickies that are visible around the nape of his neck.

Immediately, Hanzo stiffens and his eyes pop open. Heat rises in his cheeks and Genji thinks his brother might light on fire if he were to blush more. His hands twitch and he forcibly, in an attempt at nonchalance, tugs up the collar of his shirt so it sits high on his neck. It still doesn’t hide the dark marks or the reddened skin, though Hanzo’s blush does start to hide them quite well as the flush travels down his neck.

The silence between them turns awkward as Hanzo is torn between attempting indifference or running away as fast as his legs can take him. Luckily, his decision is made for him.

“So…” Genji starts, and Hanzo’s head swivels over in horror, “Who screamed more? You, or her?”

It turns out that it’s Genji who screams the most, in laughter anyway, particularly when his brother throws him out the window in mortified embarrassment.

Tiddy

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Genji chattered happily with Lena, wanting to know what she had gotten into over the years he had left Overwatch. She was describing her girlfriend, a faint blush on her face.

Then she froze, peering past him and Genji turned around to see his brother coming it. That in itself wasn’t unusual but there was certainly something about him that made the room freeze.

Teeth marks and lipstick smeared all over his pecs, showing blatantly with the shirt Hanzo wore. Someone wolf whistled and Hanzo radiated rage, at least more than someone who just got laid would.

Then you walked in and everything made sense, Hanzo looking at you with a soft smile.

His brother was enamoured, Genji thought as you teased him and made the archer look away awkwardly. Genji tapped a small rhythm on his thighs before standing up, wanting to say something now with you as a witness to any rage that Hanzo may have towards him.

“I thought you didn’t have time for such frivolous pursuits,” Genji teased and Hanzo glared at him.

“Hush,” he growled.

“Or what, you’ll murder me again?” he called over his shoulder before walking away, “I am happy for you brother.”

Hanzo just grumbled to himself before you pulled his attention to you again, smiling up at him with a hand resting on his bruised chest.