zenyattayatta:

Lucio Correia Dos Santos

(Nsfw-ish)

• 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.