a/n: wanted to write some more kisses for the ow characters similar to this post, but with some different characters! hope that you enjoy the one’s i picked to write for.
Soldier 76:
Hesitant, lips shaking. Jack doesn’t feel like he deserves this, not after that’s happened he doesn’t believe that happiness is something he can have, but those hesitant, shaking lips are always gentle. To him, you are like Atlas, holding him above the water stopping him from drowning and showing him that even he deserves this. To feel loved, and to be loved in return.
Reaper:
Lips littered with scars, but warm and kind. Despite how he is, Reaper is still the same man he was before, Gabriel was still there. In how he looked into your eyes, how he kissed you, holding your face delicately in his hands as if you were made of glass. Will bury his feelings deep in his heart, to protect you and to protect himself, but he always gives you the sweetest of kisses.
McCree:
Tasting of the cigars he smokes, lips warm. A smirk graces his lips while he leans back in seeking out your lips once more, never able to get enough of your kisses he seeks them out wherever he can. May it be a quick kiss before the two of you go on a mission, in the middle of the hallway or even hiding behind his hat. You love kissing your cowboy, relishing in that familiar cigar smell that clings to his clothes and the taste of it on his lips.
Hanzo doesn’t require nor expects you to stay up waiting for him when he foresees being out well into the night, but you do. Could never quite sleep soundly these days without his strong, furnace hot body sleeping next to your own. Or his soft snoring. Or, for a man who at face value is rigid, doesn’t sleep that way. Hanzo sprawls out and almost never of his own volition. He toses in his sleep ‘til he’s taken up most of the tatami. So without him the void space feels much more… uncomfortable than it does when it’s taken up by him.
Besides, your mind won’t stop racing with worried, stomach-turning scenarios. Wondering if the fickle forest has swallowed him up, and perhaps he’ll never walk back through that door.
So you lay under a mountain of furs, watching the fire crackle and dance in the corner of the cottage (mind too occupied for productive things like reading or knitting). It’s a living space that’s not large. No walls between the kitchen, living room, or the bedroom. Allowing the fireplace to keep it warm enough to be comfortable. Even with the howling, raging frigid wind outside. So cold it feels like razors against bare skin.
Acutely keen to the sounds of the wolves, even over the wind, your ears prickle, tingle. Heart racing at the sound of several paws breaking leaves, sticks, and kicking up dirt as they approach the cottage. The pack is home! Surely that means their Master is too. Sitting up you eagerly watch the door. Gingerly it slides open. Icy, pin prickles of cold wind billow in for the moment that it takes Hanzo to enter, and the brief pause in which he had to scold a wolf for trying to follow him in. Effectively the jarring breeze clears your head and sends a violent shiver down your spine. You couldn’t imagine what it must be like to be out in that bitterness for twelve hours.
I feel like this was written so well and with so much love, that if the sex hadn’t been included at all, I would have enjoyed reading it just as much. Not to say that the sex wasn’t written well. Just, I wasn’t all “YEAH GIMME SMUT GIMME GIMME” just for the sake of it. I could picture their cute little cabin and their bed sounds really comfy and warm.
Oh my god! This was so much fun to write! I had to restrain myself just a little so it wouldn’t be totally self indulgent but oh man. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do!
Hanzo: His primary love language is acts of service. Particularly unprompted ones. He feels that you care about him when you do things without needing to be asked. When he is tired, you make dinner for him. When he is angry, you let him vent his emotions out. When he looks lost or hurt, you ask if he is okay. When you know about how he feels before he does, and act accordingly, that’s when he knows. His secondary love language is quality time. Just wanting to be with him because you enjoy his company is a pretty big deal to him. The yazuka prince in him is used to people wanting something out of him. The idea that he alone is enough is surprisingly touching to him. His least impactful love language is words of affirmation. He cares little about lip service and only wants to hear nice compliments when they’re unprompted and genuine.
Genji: His primary love language is quality time. Genji walks a fine line between being an adventuring hero and being a shunned, dangerous member of society. When someone speaks to him like a normal person and wants to do mundane activities with him, it makes him feel whole again. More like the Genji he once was. Someone who can see past the prosthetics and cybernetics and acts as if he were a normal boyfriend. His secondary language is physical touch. He has lost large parts of his body and much of what he has left is scarred. When someone wants to touch him, to make contact with him, it’s extremely endearing to him. His least important is acts of service; he feels capable enough to do things on his own. He doesn’t like putting other people out.
McCree: His primary language is physical touch. He’s a touchy-feel boy with no qualms about snuggling up to you. He loves to rub his scratchy beard against you, grab you around the waist, pull you in close as the two of you nap, burying his face into your hair or your back or you chest. It doesn’t have to be sexual but it sure can be if you want. His second language is quality time. He can’t squeeze ya if he isn’t near ya. And he likes to be near ya, even if you aren’t cuddling. But being near you will make him want to cuddle you. It’s a vicious, adorable cycle. Watching television, going on drives, getting a drink at the bar. Anything with you. His least important language is acts of service. He doesn’t really want you to go out of your way for him. If anything, he wants to be the gentleman and make your life a little easier.
Soldier: Easily, words of affirmation is his most prominent love language. He needs reassurance constantly that he is doing well, that you love him and want to be with him, that everything is fine. He’s used to things crumbling around him and he needs to make sure nothing is amiss with you. He has some trauma he needs to work through and a calm, understanding voice is all that can get him through some dark times. His secondary love language is physical touch. It’s difficult for him to admit it but he really craves the feeling of your skin against his. Even if it’s just a hand over his. He needs the closeness of another human to make it feel like he isn’t constantly falling apart. His least is receiving gifts; he doesn’t want them or thinks he deserve them. You are more than enough for him.
Your shiftmate whistled when you admitted the news.
“When I said get yourself a lover, I didn’t realize you would go out and bag yourself a prince.”
You smiled to yourself, immensely pleased.
“I was gonna offer to buy you a drink to celebrate, but I think you should just hop in his bed again. See what else you can get,” he added, elbowing you excitedly.
“Fuck you,” you laughed. You shoved him, but you also made the immediate decision to go to the palace that night.
As time went on, the sex got better. Genji learned how to please you better (which always included liberal use of his fangs), and you returned the favour. But that got you to thinking, if he was sleeping with you, there was nothing stopping him from doing the same with others.
You breathed deep and slow, staring hard at him. You asked him one night if there were others. Genji denied it.
“And even if there were others, truth be told, you have worn me out,” he said, regarding you wearily and resting his cheek in his hand.
You jogged across the room and jumped in his lap, where he sat on his recliner.
“Then just sit there. You don’t have to do anything,” you said, grinding down onto his crotch.
“Whatever you wish.”
You pulled his cock out, to his protest of, “Be more gentle!” The two of you spent the night rubbing and grinding and rolling your hips against each other, his cock sliding inside you with quick, shallow movements. Genji thrust up into you when your muscles refused to obey you anymore. Then you went to sleep in his spacious bed.
A hand touched your shoulder, and you groaned grumpily.
“Please do not be angry,” Genji pleaded softly. He pulled the blankets from your body, earning him a growl from you. He gently slipped his hands under your body. “I should have done this before, but I was making decisions with my dick.” He lifted, hugging your sleepy self to his chest. “Come on.”
“You’re a dick,” you accused.
“Yes, yes. Just come on.”
You welcomed the hot water he eased you into after being rudely ripped from the bed. You blinked away the sleepiness. Steam and a medicinal, but not strongly so, scent wafted upwards from the water. Tiny, fresh herb leaves floated in the water. You whirled your hand in the water, making the herbs dance around in the miniature currents. You gave Genji no snark this time, just smiled at him with genuine gratitude.
“Enjoy,” Genji urged you, “And clean yourself.”
A knock at the nearby door made you both look towards it. Genji got up from kneeling next to the tub to answer it. Two slender hands appeared with folded linens resting on them. Genji opened the door further to take them from the young woman standing there.
“The extra towels, Your Highness,” she said with a bow, politely averting her eyes from you. You wouldn’t have cared if she saw you. You had changed and bathed yourself many times at the barracks in front of your fellow guardsmen. This wasn’t much different.
“Thank you, Miho.”
The girl called Miho was apparently not the only person at the door, because two pairs of heavily-makeuped eyes stared at you from behind the maid.
“The latest conquest,” you heard one of them hiss, rudely feigning a whisper, before Genji shoved the door closed behind Miho. They continued to speak loudly out in the hallway.
“Too much muscle to be a woman.”
“Too many breasts to be a man.”
“What a freak!” exclaimed one, and then they both giggled.
You couldn’t believe your ears. They were right outside the door. You glanced at Genji with eyebrows knotted together in unimpressed disbelief. They insulted your body, with its curves and muscle from all your training. Your body was a living, walking example of your hard work. Resentment and an urge to punch someone starting tensing your muscles.
Genji opened the door again and strode out with his royal chin held high. Judging by the stiffness of his body, they were in for it.
“Go circle someone else and peck at them, you vultures,” rang out Prince Genji’s authoritative, raised voice. Your eyebrows shot up. He had never used that tone with you.
“Yes, Your Highness,” the women answered stiffly. You heard nothing more, so they must have left.
You could have found Genji’s use of his authority over the gossiping women amusing, but you didn’t. Instead, you wondered how awful it must be to live in a place with people like that in it. The downward-sloped, defeated lines of Genji’s shoulders confirmed what you thought. It gave you an idea. An adventurous one, but ever since you met Genji, you had been doing adventurous things.
He came back to kneel again next to the tub. He rested his hand against the back of your neck, staring at your mouth instead of into your eyes.
“What’s wrong, Tiger?” you asked, raising your chin.
He smiled sadly at the nickname.
“My problem is now yours since they know you are here with me. The gossip will make its way through the palace by the end of the day,” he explained. You shrugged. You were an adult and could handle yourself. The prince put his hand on the edge of the tub. “May I join you?”
You nodded. Genji peeled his clothes off quickly and let them drop to the floor. You got yourself a nice eyeful of naked man before he stepped into the water with you. You especially noted his semi-erection. He sunk down into the water to sit next to you.
He followed your gaze to his lap. He smirked but told you to ignore it.
“You know I could have you transferred to the palace, so we could see each other more often. But…everyone would guess correctly that I had a hand in your transfer.”
That got your attention, because you had been wishing for that earlier. Genji watched you, waiting for you to say something. His mouth was slack, and his eyes lacked a confident glint; maybe he waited for you to rebuff his offer.
Which you did. “No.”
Genji was all set to respect your decision. “If that is-”
“Wait,” you said, stopping him with a hand held high. “I have a better idea. Let me explain.”
“Very well,” he said.
“But first,” you said, “tell me the story again about the monastary.”
You snuggled in close to him, pressing your naked side against you. The warmth from his body and the water combined was so cozy. You did your best to appear coy, and it seemed to work. Genji regarded you like he knew you were up to something, but you just stared at him with expectant wide eyes. And he couldn’t resist stroking his own ego by telling you about his heroic adventures.
“Very well,” he said, slipping an arm around your waist under the water. “The one about the monks in the monastary.”
Genji told you of how he climbed a mountain to find a cloister of monks. They studied a religion unique to only them. They were a kind and patient people, and as such, a village of followers had settled below the monastary on the mountain to learn from them. The inner sanctum held valuable religious artifacts of great importance to the monks. All of which, except one, were pacifists. They refused to fight under any circumstances (you always scoffed at this point in the story, being someone who had learned to defend yourself a young age). Genji himself learned what he could from these people and left. After he left, he learned that a neighbouring group of bandits were planning to ransack the village and loot the monastary. Knowing only one monk stood between the bandits and the kind people, Genji decided to go back and fight alongside the single monk. It was difficult and exhausting, but Prince Genji and the monk, Tekhartha Zenyatta, held off the bandits until a blizzard picked up, and they retreated. And that was how the prince received most of his scars.
“You have heard this story.” Genji pointed out. He watched you again after the story was done, but his expression held less disappointment.
“That’s because I have a wild idea. I spent a lot of time thinking about the kind of man you are, and it occurred to me then.” You kept your gaze centered on his face to watch for any changes in expression. “Why don’t we go there and live in the village?” Genji’s lips parted, and his black eyebrows came down. You had his full attention. “You must care for those people if you went back to defend them with your life. You don’t seem to care much about the people, here, in the palace.”
The arm around your waist squeezed you closer. Genji implored you with his eyes.
“You are ignorant of the dangers outside the city. I almost died in my story, if my friend Zenyatta had not been at my side.”
“I’ll have you at my side,” you said, nodding at him. “You can teach me what you know.”
You saw Genji’s mind working behind his eyes.
“Zenyatta would like you…You are a rational person…” He blinked as if realizing something. His lips widened across his face in a grin, showing his long canines. “And I look forward to making a good lover of you yet.”
“Whatever,” you scoffed and splashed water at him, a few leaves sticking to his chest. He grinned and surged forward to kiss you to seal the deal on that matter, then he took a moment.
“I just,” Genji began, but he stopped, blushing. You suspected he wasn’t used to having a red face in front of others, and you took a little perverse pleasure in that. Then he smiled at you with shining eyes, the way he did only at you. He took your face in his hands and looked into your eyes to make you heard his next words. “You continue to amaze me, you know this?”
“Thank you,” you murmured.
Genji gently wiped his thumbs across the blush forming on your cheeks. “Of course.” He smiled wide enough that his fanged peeked out. Then gave you a lingering kiss, expressing his amazement and gratitude with his lips and tongue.
//Sorry for the lack of fics, been busy with the move. This is a hastily-edited version of something from my old phone lol. I’ve had trouble writing anything new lately.
//Happy Valentine’s Day!
>Hanzo
You bought handmade chocolates for your whole team from a mom-and-pop sweets store. After you hand out the chocolates to your ecstatic teammates, you see one last box at the bottom of the bag, with the name tag “Hanzo” on it. You scour the headquarters looking for him, but can’t find him anywhere. McCree tips you off that Hanzo is at the archery range outside because “That man thinks better with a bow than he does with his heart.” You put on your coat and leave the main building. The cold air nips at your face.
When you arrive at the archery range, you see Hanzo lining up a shot. He takes a deep breath, pulls the string back, then lets it fly. Bullseye. As usual. For a few minutes you just stand there and stare at him, admiring his marksmanship and finesse. He makes it look effortless. Watching a master at his craft was one of the most relaxing things, you thought.
In fact, it was so relaxing that your hand slipped and the paper bag fell to the floor. This startled Hanzo and his arrow flies more than a meter off-target. You scramble to pick up the bag. He quickly turns around and looks at you. His face is flushed.
“S-sorry,” you stutter. “I didn’t mean to disturb you but, uh… I came here to give you this.” You hand him the small box of chocolates.
“Oh… Thank you,” he says quietly, keeping his eyes on the box. As he takes the box from your hands, his fingers brush yours. They’re icy cold. “Hanzo…” you say, grabbing his hand. “You’re so cold, it’s freezing out here!” Hanzo silently stares at your hand, relishing the warmth. You swear his cheeks look redder than they were earlier. He opens his mouth to say something, but immediately pulls away from your touch, turns his head away from you and sneezes.
A month passes and you’ve barely seen Hanzo. He took a sick leave for two weeks after Valentine’s and busied himself with missions for the next two weeks. Occasionally, you would see him in HQ but he would immediately walk in the opposite direction once he noticed you.
One day, you wake up to someone ringing the doorbell to your house. You open the door and no one’s there. You look down and see a small box tied with a ribbon and a piece of white paper under it. Inside the box are a few messy, heart-shaped chocolates. You unfold the paper and saw only three small characters written on the sheet: “大好き”.
Confused, you take your phone out and scan the symbols for their meaning. You feel someone staring at you, so you look up. Immediately, you Hanzo peeking from behind a tree. He quickly hides. Your phone beeps, signaling that the search is done.
“I like you.”
>Genji
It’s Genji’s first Valentine’s Day in America and he wants to surprise you. He asks some of the single girls to take you out on the town so he can prepare. Then, he calls you and tells you he can’t take you out tonight because he’s on an urgent mission. You pout and make sure to sound super sad that you couldn’t spend the day with him, but Genji promises he’ll make it up to you tomorrow. His heart flutters at how cute you sound when you make a fuss.
You, D.Va, and Sombra spend the day window shopping. Sombra stops in front of a store and calls your name. You turn towards her and see she’s showing you a lingerie shop. She’s grinning ear to ear. She wiggles her eyebrows up and down and yells, “YOU’LL NEED THESE FOR TONI—” D.Va scrambles to cover Sombra’s mouth and whispers something in her ear. Sombra pouts and mumbles to herself and you continue walking down the shopping district filled with flower vendors and couples.
A few minutes later, D.Va’s phone goes off and she pulls Sombra aside while you watch a street performer balance a bike on his head.
Sombra comes up from behind you and blindfolds you. You’re confused but D.Va assures you nothing bad will happen to you. As for Sombra… Well… She just keeps cackling.
They sit you down and tell you not to move. You hear a door creak and then silence settles in. The first thing you notice is the heavenly smell. It’s reminiscent of a meal at a fancy restaurant. You gulp. It dawns on you that you forgot to eat lunch with the girls. You’re lost in your thoughts for a few minutes, then you hear soft piano music begin to play. Footfalls approach you from behind.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting,” Genji murmurs in your ear. The sensation of his warm breath on your cold skin send shivers down your spine. You hear a chair move and he tells you to take off the blindfold, and you do so. In front of you is a lavishly set-up table. There is champagne, lit candles steak, and an assortment of vegetables. To your left is a giant window overlooking the city. The sight is breathtaking.
Genji’s voice breaks the silence. “Do you like it?”
You turn to him and you’re literally face to face for the first time. In the candlelight you can see all of his scars and the metalwork on his jaw and neck. He looks tense and uncomfortable, but he forces a smile. You see a tinge of regret in his eyes as you look at him. Genji averts his gaze and looks intently at his mask on the floor next to him. He’s about pick it up when you say, “I love it.”
You smile and he relaxes, flashing you a genuine smile. “I’m glad,” he replies.
After dinner, you move to the couch and watch a movie together. You rest your head on his shoulder and he says, “That reminds me… I bought you something.” Genji brings over a large teddy bear and sits next to you again. He looks it over in his hands and says, “I… Um. I just thought you’d prefer to have something fluffy to hug. I’m not exactly… soft.” Then he offers it to you.
You pout and cross your arms, feigning anger. “Genji Shimada! I am offended.” He raises an eyebrow at you. You steal a kiss. Then five more. “You’re totally soft!!” You cling to his metallic body. “And I’d much rather hug you than a stuffed toy.”
He chuckles and pats your head. You nuzzle his neck and look up at him. He smiles down at you and kisses you passionately, gently pushing you onto the sofa. He straddles you and kisses your neck as you moan softly into his ear.
It would seem Sombra was right about the lingerie.
perfect picture of a gentleman. pulls your chair out for you at dinner, he’s attentive, it makes you feel like you’re the only one in the entire restaurant.
he does his best to make you laugh, loving when he’s successful in his task and gets to hear the sound coming from your lips.
he makes you feel so special and important and you can already feel yourself falling for this man because he’s so genuine and kind and he just has a vibe that you can get with.
after dinner, he suggests talking a walk. you agree because he’s given off no serial killer vibes. you guys go for a walk in a nearby park, enjoying each others company and the comfortable silence that falls between you two.
he pauses near a little gazebo area, turning to face you. “this may be…forward of me but may i…may i kiss you?” he asks, watching your face to gauge your reaction. your cheeks flush and warm up and you nod your head. you hear a hiss and a few more sounds before you realize he’s removing his visor and you’re face to face with a beautiful man. his face is scarred but that doesn’t change how you feel already. you move closer and he leans down, pressing his lips to yours.
AND NOW FOR HOW HE’D INITIATE SEXY TIMES. (i’m thinking this is after a few dates bc genji from the past may have been a playboy but i feel like genji now wouldn’t want to mess up a good thing.)
okay so, i think you would be having a at home date night at your place. you’d made a beautiful dinner for the two of you to share, there’s candles everywhere (led ones because safety first, everyone) and there’s soft music playing in the background.
after dinner, you two would be in the living room, coffee table moved out of the way while the two of you slow danced to the music playing.
after a few moments of dancing together, genji leans down and kisses you softly but after your arms tighten around his neck, his own snake around your waist and hold you close.
of course, still being a gentleman, he’d ask you if you’re okay with this. and you’d agree.
the makeout session gets more heated and soon, you’re straddling his lap while he sits on the couch, his hands still on your waist as you both kiss. as it gets more heated, he’d make sure to check in and make sure you wanted this.
and then ofc, because he wants your first time together to be special, he’d be asking you to lead him to your bedroom.
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