HCs for when their baby cries:

Often speaks to them in full sentences:

Soldier76: “What’s the problem, Soldier?”
Doomfist: “I will pay you to stop making that racket.” (he’s kidding, but slightly hoping it’ll work)
Reaper: “You and me both, Kid.”

Appears in a flash at the baby’s side to pick up and cuddle them with sad eyes, and you have to say, “Stop looking so sad. The baby isn’t crying because it’s in pain, you man-sized baby.”

Reinhardt
Lucio
McCree
To a lesser extent, Genji

Hauls the baby into the air and gives them a big, goofy smile after solving the issue:

Junkrat
Reinhardt

Quietly, lovingly, and diligently takes care of his child:

Hanzo
Roadhog
Zenyatta
To a lesser extent, Reaper

shes-claws-deep:

Junkrat, Genji and Lucio with dom fem s/o. but guy feels uncomfortable enough to use safeword. Cue comfort and cuddles.

Junkrat

He giggled even as he pitched the idea to you, of trying to burn his energy through flogging.

You had raised a brow at the time but agreed. It wasn’t the strangest thing he had ever asked of you, but perhaps it was the tamest. So you went about strapping this flaming giraffe-rat to the St. Andrews cross, the both of you giggling as he fit the frame completely.

While you laid out your implements, you piped up that a blindfold might help him drop into subspace, especially since it was his first time. Jamie seemed to tense a little, and you could see the apprehension on his face as he tilted it back to eye you out of the corner of his eye.

The hesitation was obvious, and you opened your mouth to say that wearing a blindfold wasn’t really necessary, but he beat you to it and grinned in that maniacal way.

“Let’s go for it, luv,” he giggled. “I’m all yours!”

A smile crossed your lips and you slipped the simple silk blindfold over his eyes, tying it gently in a knot behind his head.

(This man is a giraffe so you end up climbing over his back to secure it.)

As you warmed him up, you could feel him relaxing bit by bit, until his jittering slowed and he was nearly slumped over in the cross as you began to pick up speed and strength.

The thicker floggers had the meat of his shoulders a warm red, contrasting well against the golden tan, so much so that you drew close to drag your nails over it.

You whispered in his ear gently, caressing the throbbing flesh and muttering praises.

So good, you’re so good Jamie. So obedient. You look so good taking my whip.

He pants and giggles, his mouth trying to form words. He shivers under the scrape of your nails, the sensation heightened by the ache of his muscles.

Then you decided to stop playing around and picked up a slender whip, cracking it in the air by his shoulder. Jamie tensed, and you eyed it sharply, unsure of whether it was because of the sound or something else. But as he remained quiet and he relaxed, you let out a relieved sigh.

You check in with him, and he gives you the go ahead with a thumbs up and a cheeky grin on his face.

“C’mon darl’, you ain’t done yet, are ya?!”

You scoff playfully, and immediately snap your wrist to land a sharp blow to the meat of his shoulder blade. Jamie jumped with a yelp, and began to tremble.

Another blow. Another snap. Another.

Soon welts began to form on his back, light and barely visible.

Suddenly, Jamie shook uncontrollably, his prosthetic clattering on the wood floor and you freeze, arm still reared back.

“A-Aussie!” he gasps and you toss the whip into your toybox, darting over to press yourself against his back. You supported him against the cross, fingers deftly undoing the knot of his blindfold.

You call his name loudly, one arm going around his waist even as the other released his hands. He slumped against you, his body still twitching and his chest heaving as though he were hyperventilating.

Whispering reassurances, you guide him to the ground and tug over a blanket you keep nearby for this very purpose. Quickly, the blanket was wrapped around the man and you cradled him in your arms.

You shift and sit with your back to the cross, Jamie between your legs and burrowing himself into your chest. The whole time, you mutter nonsense to him, about Soldier being paranoid about checking for mines in the track field, about Winston and his insane addiction to peanut butter, anything you could think about.

Soon, Jamie relaxes completely and his breathing returns to normal.

Quietly, you wonder if you should ask what that was about.

Luckily for you, Jamie pipes up on his own.

“M-maybe the blindfold and whip weren’t – uh – weren’t the best combo,” he stutters quietly.

“Bad memories?”

“Kinda.”

You don’t pry any further. So instead you nudge him aside to snag a water bottle you kept nearby, urging him to drink. Jamie did so with halting sips, hands wound tight around the plastic. He might have gotten over the panic, but the fear was still there.

So with a flick of your fingers, soft soothing music filtered into the room from the small stereo by your bed. You mutter quietly to him that he was safe now. Here, in your room, in your arms, he was safe.

And so Jamie let out a soft sigh and burrowed deeper into your embrace.

Yeah, only a drongo would dare to attack him while his mistress watched over him.

Genji

You were sure you had asked him if he was sure about a thousand times now.

Rope you could do. No problem. Hell, you could wrap that pretty neck in rope in the time it took for him to draw his shuriken. No, rope wasn’t the problem.

The knife he offered you definitely was.

Take a cyborg ninja who had nearly been hacked to death, tie him up, and threaten that scarred skin with a blade, and you potentially had a disaster on your hands.

He laughed off your worries though, telling you that he had done this countless times in his youth.

Yeah well, that ‘youth’ was a long time ago, you reminded him. He hadn’t tried anything like it since he received his new body, and there was no telling how he would react.

This aggravating man only sidled closer to you and teasingly told you that your ropes would have to hold him fast then.

You know what, you’d teach this smug ninja a thing or two.

So that’s how you ended up in bed, Genji under you with his arms secured behind his back in a prayer formation. His legs were spread and tied to the bed posts, and his waist pinned to the mattress by a combination of your weight and the thick cords running over his flesh and under the bed frame. Yeah, he’d have to strain to get out of this one, he wiggled his brows at you.

You rolled your eyes in response and picked up the kunai you pilfered from his stash. Twirling it around your fingers adroitly, you catch the gleam in his eyes as he locked gazes with you.

You leaned down, tracing his sculpted lips with the flat of the kunai. How twisted it was, you began, that a man like him so loved to be vulnerable before one who wielded a blade. As you dragged the tip across his ruined nipple, you could feel his erection stiffen beneath you.

A pretty pet, meant for pain, for pleasure…your pleasure. As you spoke, you increased the pressure and scraped at unblemished skin, cooing at the white raised lines you left in your wake.

Mmm yes, all yours to do with as you wished. If you wanted to mark him permanently as your property, you could. His heart thudded beneath your palm, and his lips fell open to emit soft pants. With every scrape, his hips juddered beneath you. With every soft exhale that chased the slight pain, he whimpered.

Then, as you angled the kunai over his heart, you caught a sudden surge of panic in his eyes. Mere seconds later, you felt his chest begin to heave as he fought to drag air into his lungs.

Your safeword fell from his lips a heartbeat after, and you quickly tossed the knife away.

Gently, you tell him to breathe and concentrate on you as you reached for your safety scissors. Every action you took was accompanied by a soft reassurance, from snipping away his restraints, to pulling him atop of you, to stroking his hair softly to calm him.

The remnants of the rope were brushed aside, and you pulled the comforters over the two of you, wrapping him in warmth to bring some sensation back into his trembling body.

You kissed his forehead and hugged him tightly. His hands, though weak, grasped at your shirt to pull you closer.

Genji burrowed his head into your neck, taking deep breaths to inhale your scent. It grounded him, calmed him, and you both stayed quiet as he slowly came back to himself.

It took a while, but then you could feel him start to nuzzle into your neck. A sign that he had pulled himself out of whatever memory he had sunk into.

Quietly, you ask him if he wants to take a walk in the gardens, and his nod made you smile. You roll the both of you out of bed, away from the blades, the rope, the smell of sweat and fear.

With your hand clasped in his, you led him into your backyard, where he dropped down onto the grass and pulled you with him. His heart still pounded under your hands, and you slowly wrapped yourself around him again, muttering quietly.

“I’ve got you.”

Lucio

You think Lucio’s beginning to regret asking to cum.

When you began, the singer was gleefully begging and writhing in his bonds, your hands working their magic on his painfully hard cock.

After all, you had forbidden him from orgasming or even stimulating himself while he was on tour.

So when he had the chance to have your hands wrap around his needy cock, he, needless to say, jumped on it.

With his hands and ankles secured to his thighs, and his knees held apart by ropes, Lucio couldn’t wriggle too far even if he wanted to.

Oh, you were so sure he wanted to.

A small anal plug was nestled into his ass, vibrating away at his prostate. Another vibrator was tied to his balls, and a cock ring fastened to the base of his penis.

The slick sounds of your hands gliding up and down his shaft, combined with the buzzing of the vibrators and his whimpers and moans drew him ever closer to release.

He begged, begged so hard and so pitifully in that beautiful voice.

“Please please let me come! I’ll do anything!”

Ah, you remind him, he’s already doing something.

He shakes in his bonds, mouth open to groan as you slow your strokes again. Again he begs, and again you set an irregular pace.

Until finally, you think you’ve had enough of teasing him, and you quicken your strokes.

Lucio almost screams in thanks as you bring him to the edge. Your thumb flicks across the head, gathering the pre-cum that’s already flowing steadily, and press deep into his slit. That sends him over, and his eyes almost pop at the orgasm that rips through him

He shudders, you tighten your grip. He writhes, you increase your pace. He screams, and you laugh in his face.

Soon, his jerks are involuntary as you use both hands to wring another orgasm out of his poor cock. Semen splashes over his chest, overlaying the seed from his previous orgasm. The contrast of cum against his dark skin is one you adore, and you smear it over his firm belly even as you continue to squeeze his cockhead.

Lucio was almost breathless at this point, as you took your pinky and dip it into the slit of his cockhead, stretching it. His hips jerked and he pushed his ass deep into the mattress as though to escape your grip, only to push the toy deeper against his prostate.

It was like being stuck between a wall and a hard place, he groaned out almost unintelligibly, his hands clenching and unclenching at his side.

Oh yeah? You would show him being stuck.

So you brought your head down and swallowed him deep, the cock ring keeping him hard even as his energy flagged.

The singer’s jaw dropped in a silent shriek and his back bowed sharply as he came for the third time.

You kept your pace up, refusing to let him go until a stuttered word reached your lips.

His safeword.

You let up immediately, hands wiping themselves on the sheets before you reached for the vibrator and plug, turning them both off.

Lucio’s sigh of relief was nigh imperceptible as you slowly ease the plug out and remove the cockring and vibrator. You let him relax for a moment more, then began the slow process of untying him, careful not to touch him more than necessary.

The column ties came away easily, and you massaged his ankles and wrists gently, coaxing his blood back into his extremities. His quiet thanks made you smile, and you kissed his cheek as you undid the ropes holding him to the bed.

Manoeuvring his limp limbs into a more comfortable position, you wiped him down with a warm, wet cloth, taking great care to avoid being too rough with his deflated cock and sensitive balls.

The man was almost dozing at this point, still stuck somewhere in subspace and dreamland, but you wedged yourself between him and the headboard and pulled his head into your lap. Even if he was sleepy, you weren’t going to skimp on his hydration levels. Almost like a child, he sipped at the cup you offered him, propping his neck and head with your body.

Only when the cup was half empty do you take it from him, shifting to move his body between your legs so he could rest his head on your belly.

“Doing ok?”

“Yep,” he piped up quietly, turning to bury his head into your stomach.

Good, you thought, and tugged the blanket over him and snagged a book from the bedside table. And with a hand tangled in his dreadlocks and another resting on his back, you felt him drift off as you begin to read aloud.

Such a good boy.

“You call this clean?!” With dirty boi junkrat lol

I used female pronouns for this. Lemme know if that’s not what you wanted! I’ll write something else.

“You call this clean?!”

“Well, yeah,” Jamie muttered.

But he wouldn’t look you in the eye for more than a second. You put your dirty fingertips as evidence right in front of his eyes. He looked away. Jamie started to babble about not understanding. He’d always lived in a place with a little dirt. It didn’t bother his immune system. It was strong! That’s how he lived this long, ya know.

“Jamie,” you tried to interrupt. “/Jamie/.”

He wasn’t listening.

“Fine. I’ll do it myself.”

That drove home that he did wrong. He clung to your leg as you tried to walk away.

“No! I’ll do it again!” he promised. “It’ll be clean this time! Real clean!”

Jamie was heavier than he looked, so you didn’t get further than a couple short steps.

“Jamie,” you said, looking down at him. “You defied me.”

“No,” he said, pressing hurried kisses on the patch of your leg that he can reach.

“You did. And that means you get a punishment.”

He started to tremble.

“Don’t be dramatic. It’s only gonna be lines.”

You stood watch over him while he redid his chores and then scrawled, “When my mistress says clean, she means it,” all over the punishment blackboard.

“Come here… I got you something.” Junkrat was good lately so Reader has rewarded him

Jamie wasn’t the best at cleaning. He often tracked more dirt in than he cleaned. No matter, because he eagerly shampooed the carpet for you every month. You insisted on carpet flooring because no way would you put up with noisy peg leg all day.

Jamie announced that he was finished and danced next to the carpet cleaner in triumph.

“No, Honey,” you giggled. “You missed a few spots.”

You pointed at the zig-zag pattern, with thin strips of dry, dirty carpet. He would never argue with you, but he did mutter a few angry words at the carpet cleaner. You went back to scrolling through Reddit on your phone while he fixed his mistake.

“I’m done!” Jamie sang out.

His peg leg went thwack against the carpet cleaner in anger, and then he was really done.

“Good job, Honey!” Before he could start dancing again, you beckoned him over. “Come here…I got you something.”

Jamie scrambled over and sat in front of you. He fidgeted a bit, but he was a good boy and stayed put. From behind you, you whipped out a ball gag. He fidgeted harder until you gave him a stern look. When he stilled, you leaned forward and fastened it around his neck. Mostly to check if it fit correctly.

You did the buckle, and it fit perfectly! He gnashed excitedly on the ball, then grinned around it. It looked so good that you had to test it out right now.

“Good boy,” you said, smiling because he liked the gift. “Now go the bedroom and get yourself ready.”

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Of course! That’s kind of a lot of boys, so I’m going to limit that to attack and defense heroes for now, and the imagines will be fairly short. Hope you don’t mind!

These were really fun to write! Thinking about all of their faces lighting up after seeing their s/o made me really happy.

Just a note: I won’t be doing Bastion or Torbjorn, I just couldn’t think of anything for them

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Could I request headcanons with a very tired female s/o who doesn‘t wants to sleep (maybe because of a nightmare or what you want)? With Lúcio, McCree and Junkrat please :)

my-love-goes-far:

I have a thing for tired reader and/or tired character; just too sweet. Hope you like!

Lúcio

he can clearly see how tired you are as you slump in front of the desk very late at night, writing away at some reports

approaches behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and tells you that you need to go to sleep because it’s not good for your health ~~(quite the worry wart for you)~~

you’re reluctant at first because you need to have them done before morning comes, but Lúcio is not getting any of that from you

“But you should at least rest a little. Your job is stressing as it is and you need to look out for yourself, docinho.” “But I need to finish these first.” “Fine, I will stay here with you then until you finish.”

starts to get sleepy but he’s a strong frog ~~(strong frog he is)~~

wraps his arm around your waist as you begin to stand up and guides you to your bed

waits until you have fallen asleep and gives your lips a soft kiss

“So stubborn but I love you anyway.”

McCree

can’t believe you’re still at the practice room at this hour even though you had told him hours ago that you would rest very soon

“Sweetheart, what are you still doing here? Have you even looked at the time?” “Yea but I haven’t gotten this right yet.” “Can’t you do it tomorrow?” “Na ah.”

walks towards you with his fists clenched, takes the weapon away from your hands and carries you in his arms despite your protests ~~(angry cowboy)~~

lays you in bed and gives you a look saying to go to sleep, hands on his hips

“If I see you doing something like this again, I will do the same like I did tonight. Don’t even dare me because I will, pumpkin.”

even if you twist and turn on the bed, Jesse won’t let you go anywhere, even the bathroom

he knows you want to get better but there’s a limit to everything

once you fall asleep, he will rub your hair and give your forehead a kiss

“A cowboy ain’t nothing without it’s healthy lady.”

Junkrat

he’s used to sleeping late and does it frequently but he’s quite surprised when you haven’t called him to go to bed with you

finds out that you are actually in the bed but you’re reading a pretty long book

gives you a bewildered look but you don’t notice because you are engrossed on it

“Darl’? Don’t you think you should be sleeping by now?” “It’s just that I got in a good part and then another and then another!” “Huh, I see.”

you’re not paying attention to him anymore and he just plops into bed, tossing away your book ~~(quite the jealous one)~~

proceeds to hug you and won’t let go until you give and go to sleep

you finally fall asleep and gives you a last squeeze and kiss on your cheek

“Such a sheila.”

Can you please do kissing headcanons for the shimadas, mccree, and junker duo please? 💋

iwriteforoverwatchnow:

Genji

He has a lot of experience so hes like crazy good at kissing.

If he were younger it would probably be more frantic and heated.

If it’s him currently then its still pretty hot but its slower with more romantic intent rather than sexual drive.

A hands on your waist kinda guy. He really knows how to make the world seem top fade.

Hanzo

Probably wont want to kiss in public affection is something private in his mind.

If he ever does its a quick but sweet peck somewhere out of the way.

Hes usually very gentle about it but can be rough when the mood strikes and when it does you better be ready for him.

He kisses slow and cups your cheek like a cheesy k drama scene.

McCree

He kisses you all the G darn time all over your G darn face.

He likes to express his feelings whenever he has the chance but hes kinda smug about it too.

He appreciates it if you return his kisses too. He likes to make a game out of who can give more surprise kisses throughout the day.

I wanna say he probably has a lot of experience kissing too and is likely a master of kissing you until you’ve got stars in your eyes. Probably would dip you. Is really impressed if you can dip him as well.

Roadhog

Personally I’m a sucker for the mask kisses where he just kinda snoot boops you so I wanna say there’s lots of that.

Also he will never take off his mask in public so even just lifting it up for a quick kiss is something he will only do in private.

Kinda rough when you’re really going at it but it’s not too bad. He’s no expert but he takes the time to learn about what you like.

His hands are big enough to cover your entire back so you’re flush against him.

Junkrat

The first few times were pretty sloppy and too rough for just about anyone. he probably bit you.

But what he lacks in skill he makes up for in enthusiasm.

Hes also the type to kiss you anytime anywhere no matter what’s going on around you. Eventually he does learn how to kiss properly and while hes never the best he certainly knows how to please

Kisses are just as fiery as he is and he’ll probably try to pin you when you make out but he actually really likes if you try to pin back. It helps him burn off some of that energy of his.

tacticalvisor76:

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.

tacticalvisor76:

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.

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Birthday Drabbles

Partially dedicated to @imagine-this-overwatch, because our birthdays are so close! 🙂 I wanted to do more, but I ran out of time. My mother was waiting on me downstairs to ‘get up’. lol

Hanzo

Hanzo got up early to start the day meditating, then went to practice befor breakfast. Every morning. Without fail. Hanzo Shimada, Master Assassin, must never get rusty. Ever. He was a tad obsessed, you thought. But getting him to ease up wasn’t a fight you were going to win.

Plus he always brought you coffee just the way you liked it after he finished breakfast.

You woke up a little early this morning. Expecting to be alone, you stretched out your legs to take up the entire bed. Your toe bumped a warm object. You looked over to confirm what you couldn’t believe.

Hanzo was still in bed with you. On his back, breathly loudly in that way that told you he was asleep. Your half-asleep brain assumed something was terribly wrong. You sat up and grabbed his arm.

“Hanzo!” You shook him in a panic.

He sprung up from the waist, a hand instinctively going for his bow at his side. Which of course wasn’t there. The bedsheet slid down his bare chest to rumple in his lap.

“What is wrong?” he asked, voice gruff with sleep, “Where is my bow?”

You ignored his questions to demand your own answers.

“Why are you still in bed? Are you sick?!”

Hanzo’s dark eyes stared at you beneath lids heavy from sleep. Then he remembered where he was and what day it was.

“Oh! No,” he said with finality. The man lay back down and then turned onto to his side facing away. He pulled the bedsheet back up to his shoulder, sadly hiding his ample muscles. “Let me sleep in. I will make your coffee at the proper time.”

That did not quash your alarm.

“Sleep in?! You never sleep in,” you insisted.

“It is your birthday. I am spending the entire day with you. Even if it means being lazy in bed.”

Surprise and delight lit up your face.

“Really?!”

“Yes.”

You took this as a good opportunity to seek cuddles. You lay down and wiggled over to be flush with Hanzo’s back. He took your hand and pulled it around to his front so that you were holding him. You settled in against him with a smile.

Reaper

You woke to a rose resting on your stomach on top of the blankets. You sat up and checked the little rectangular, white tag attached to the dark green stem.

Happy Birthday
-The Reaper

You rolled your eyes. You were going to give him shit for adding ‘the’ to his code name. And of course he chose a blood-red rose, the goth motherfucker.

As much as you thought Reaper was over-the-top, you secretly also loved his style. You gently placed the rose on your bedside table, planning to steal something from the base’s cafeteria to put the flower in.

After getting ready for the day, you left your quarters. As soon as you stepped out, you heard a familiar, deep, “Hey,” from your right. You turned, ready to hassle Reaper for his dramatic nonsense.

Black and red blocked your vision as Reaper’s arms hugged you to his body. You smelled old leather. And wet stone, like a graveyard with gravestones that had recently seen rain. You turned your head to rest the side of it against his chest armour.

Since you’d joined Talon, you have had no opportunity for physical affection from anyone for months. Reaper’s hug forced you to remember that. You nearly cried from relief; even though this was Reaper holding you, you felt loved and things seemed so much better.

Then he faded into black smoke, and the smoke blew past you down the hallway. You were left forlornly wondering if the future held more hugs.

Junkrat

You were treating today like any other day. You had stuff to do. The world wasn’t going to pause just because it was your birthday.

“Happy birthday!” sang a chipper voice.

An arm thrust a cupcake in front of your face. Jamieson’s face soon joined the cupcake. He was smiling expectantly. You had a small smile yourself.

“D’ya like it?”

You took the cupcake from his hand and held it from the bottom to inspect it. It had messy, chocolate-flavoured icing, which was expected. You were surprised that there wasn’t a thin layer of soot on the icing. On the top was a largish chocolate ball. Stuck to the top of the ball was a lit candle. It resembled a tiny bomb with a lit fuse sticking out of the top.

“A bomb? You’re corny,” you accused playfully.

“You do like it!” he said, grinning.

You shoved him. Then whiped the dirt off your hand on your thigh. You blew out the candle for him. Jamieson exclaimed in joy and danced in place for a few seconds. Then, to your horror, he gave you a hug, adding more dirt to your clothes. He limped off, his job of making your day a bit better finished.

McCree

“Happy birthday, Kid,” McCree drawled, and he slapped his hat down on your head. It covered your eyes. You pushed it up to find he was already walking away.

“Return it later,” he called, one thumb hooked in a belt loop.

Genji

“I know you trust me. So keep your eyes closed,” Genji reminded you.

Curiousity was killing you already, but you kept your eyelids squeezed together. You wrapped your arms around his neck from behind. He crouched down and hooked his hands under your knees and lifted. Then he started walking.

You were fighting yourself not to look when he sped up to a leisurely jog, but you promised Genji you wouldn’t.

He stopped after a little a while and had you wrap your legs around his waist. You were confused, until your stomach dropped down, indicating that Genji was climbing up. You clung to him, and he reminded you that you couldn’t hold him too tightly. You pressed your face to the back of his neck, preferring to feel the cold metal against your cheek instead of the wind that started tug at your clothes and hair. Ten minutes went by.

Genji stopped. You had arrived.

Your hair stood on end, your mind scrambling to figure out where exactly you were that was so high up. The cyborg slowly, carefully lowered you to the ground. You planted feet with shakey. You kept your palms to his body, needing to know he was there. He walked around to behind you, and you grabbed his hand to squeeze.

“Open your eyes,” Genji said warmly. He was confidence you’d drop your fear when you saw what he brought you to see.

You only saw sky around you. You looked down to see the watchpoint below. You were on top of the cliff above it. You dropped to the rocky ground in a panic, whispering an expletive in surprise. Genji dropped, too, gathering you in his arms and kneeling on either side of your body.

“You are safe. I will not let you fall.”

With his arms anchoring you to the ground, you felt safe enough to notice that the sun was setting. It was glorious, the almost unnatural amount of softly glowing orange, pink, and purple blending together.

Genji removed his face plates to join you in gazing at the ocean and the sky. You glanced at him to see that the sunset cast an orange-red glow on his bare skin, then you looked back at the scene before you. The sun was a weak orange, melting into the horizon.

Genji returned his arms to their original position, around your arms and chest, protectively.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“It’s beautiful! But I’m still a little scared,” you admitted, trying to laugh it off.

Genji dared to hug you even closer to the front of his body. You gave no sign that he was holding too tight and continued to take in the view. Sunsets don’t last very long, after all.

“I see this every morning and evening. Would you like to join me?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your cheek.