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this was not supposed to be LONG  >:v

(i have no one to blame but myself) 

     : : :   HANZO:

+  Keeps you on a very tight leash- and not just to begin with.

+  Hell hath no fury like a disobeyed Hanzo, and the second you put a toe out of line, his ire will come crashing down around you.

+  Although he’s an easy master to displease, his anger is cold and calculated. There are no threats, no yelling, no raised fists. No desperate last struggle of cornered prey.

+  There is only the hard, steely set of his jaw, and the cruel flash of resolve in his eyes. Frigid terror has its claws around your throat long before you feel the brush of soft leather clamping down on your windpipe.

+  With the expectation of absolute obedience, defying him is no easy task.

+  He is clinical in giving punishment; an unyielding wall of authority, unmoved by begging, sobbing, and pleading. And yet, he hates to see his property damaged or marred.

+  Even at his most infuriated, he’ll never leave a mark on you. Ice baths, figging, menthol oil, being bound in stress positions- anything that will deliver a strong, lasting lesson without the gruesome evidence on your skin. Rest assured, you won’t need bruises or welts to remind you of the consequences that come with disobedience.

+  But, like all else in the universe, everything must have balance - even Hanzo. Wrathful when provoked, Hanzo can also be an extremely rewarding master to please. His praise is hard-won, and his affections warm and generous. He is the Occam’s Razor of strict discipline and gentle doting. 

+  Isolated and at his whim, Hanzo will become the be-all && end-all of your world.

+  No matter how rebellious, how headstrong or determined you are…

+  Hanzo will bring you to heel.

    : : :   GENJI:

+  The second he has you in his clutches, you’ll be sweaty and panting face-down on the floorboards with his knee in your spine and his voice in your ear. An impassive stranger sits with a buzzing needle against your skin, stamping you irrevocably as his property.

+  You sob and shake as he violates your very being and removes your personhood, fingernails clawing up the worn finish of the wood and trying so hard to make yourself be anywhere but here, in this awful, humiliating room where time has abandoned you- but his hands soothe your sweaty hair and along your ribs like he’s calming a wild-eyed, frothing animal, and he tells you you’re doing so well. That it will be over soon, and you’ll be his forever. Just a little longer. You’re so close.

+  Genji doesn’t tie you to the bedpost, doesn’t rule you with an iron first the way his brother might. He thrives on the chase, loves it when you fight tooth and nail- he’ll let you taste the hope of freedom, let you almost, almost make it- then swoop in for the kill.

+  He’ll wrap an arm around your shoulders, holding you close like a lover, laugh like you’re sharing a private, intimate joke. He’ll steer you home, somehow effortless even as you kick and scream and feel the light of day slipping through your fingers again.

+  “Where were you going? There’s nothing out there, babe- not for you, not anymore.”

+  He doesn’t strive to force you into obedience or teach you your place like Hanzo would- complacency is boring and predictable. Genji keeps you just barely contained, something truly wild and bright and desperate that he can catch over and over, savoring each time he reigns you back in and your fight is renewed. This way, the light never really goes out in your eyes, but he’s still trapped you; a captive, untamed thrill.

+  Genji is the more emotionally attached of the two Shimada brothers, as well. By nature, he’s more volatile, but you’re something precious and vulnerable that can never escape him, and in this way you’re the only thing he can invest all of his thoughts, affections, and hopes into. He can be raw and exposed, because you’re his.

so I had this little idea because I love using face masks hehe also because I love these two bois

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Genji

• At first he declined. You were bummed out.

• “please genji?” “pretty pretty please?”

• Then you gave him the puppy dog eyes. Genji eventually gave in.

• You two sat in your little quarter and you brought out the yuzu face masks.

• Genji hesitantly take off his face plate but you gave him a kiss on the forehead to reassure him. You also tell him that he’s still a handsome precious boi. He defitnetly laughs and blushes.

• Genji surprisingly know how to put on.

• You’re defitnetly taking some photos together.

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McCree

• He’s defitnetly up for it since he gets to spend time with you.

• Jesse has little knowledge on what facemasks actually is.

• You beckon him to sit on the bed while you grab the pink clay mask.

• “Wait a minute, you’re going to put that on my face?” He’s having a second though about this.

• “Aw Jesse, don’t chicken out now,” you laughed as you sit on his lap and face him. You carefully apply the clay mask onto his face, trying your best not to get it in his beard or hair. It ended up going on there any way.

• “Darlin’ this feels weird,” “Is it suppose to dry on my face like this, Sugar?”

//Hello everyone! This is my first actual post on here, hope you all like it~

You're sitting on a picnic blanket with Genji in the gardens of his estate, enjoying the spring weather. The sakura trees have just begun to blossom, covering the trees in pale pink flowers and filling the air with a faint floral aroma. You lean into Genji and close your eyes, resting your head between his shoulder and his neck. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer, making you smile. You sigh happily. It had taken a long time for him to get this comfortable with you, but it was well worth the wait.

"Genji," you murmur.

He looks down at you and speaks slowly, "What is it..." he pauses and his eyes dart away from yours as his face reddens. He swallows before continuing, "... Honey?" He chuckles at his embarrassment.

Your heart seems to swell in your chest and you grin at him. Genji is still getting used to using pet names---something he had never used seriously before dating you. You told him he didn't need to use a pet name if he wasn't comfortable with it, but he insisted that he wanted to.

You sit upright and face him. "Can you teach me how to meditate?"

His eyes gleam and he smiles sincerely. It was the first time anyone wanted to learn something he now loved to do.

He spends the next few minutes "warming you up" by walking you through light stretches to relax your muscles and showing you a comfortable position to meditate in.

Once the two of you are settled, sitting face-to-face, Genji begins talking you through the meditation process. He tells you to close your eyes and concentrate on your breathing and how the breaths flow in and out of your body.

Genji's voice is so soothing that you immediately feel relaxed. He keeps guiding you through the meditation and the gaps between his spiels become longer and longer. Eventually he falls silent and you're left listening to the world around you. Birds chatter. Insects drone in the distance. The sound of flowing water enters your ears and you feel at peace with the world.

A few minutes pass and a light breeze blows through the garden, making the sakura branches sway. You're pulled out of your concentration by mild curiosity. You open your eyes to peek at Genji.

He's looking at you lovingly. When you open your eyes, he grins. "Sorry. I couldn't concentrate... I was so happy," he said and laughed. "And... You look so pretty when you're relaxed."

You blush and snuggle up to him. "You're so unfair. I thought you were meditating too!"

Genji chuckles and runs his fingers through your hair. "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you." He leans down and plants a kiss on your forehead. Before he pulls away, you wrap your arms loosely around his neck and nuzzle his nose. "We should meditate more often," you say. He grins and kisses your lips.

"Of course... Honey."

If you had known your bladder was going to become a permanently leaking balloon, you were sure you wouldn’t have gotten pregnant. In your heart of hearts you knew that wasn’t true but you were absolutely tired of having to get up every hour while sleeping to relieve yourself, lest you risk having an accident. Again. Even with your ever full bladder, swollen feet and ankles and the inability to see your toes, you were absolutely positive you wouldn’t trade this experience for anything in the world. The look on Genji’s face the first time he had heard the news more than made up for your ‘suffering’; his adoring kisses and nuzzles and massages of your growing belly a clear sign that the man was head over heels in love with the child that was growing inside of you. 

Genji’s definition of family had changed over the years; from blood and clan to bonds forged by time and truth. He had long come to accept the suspected reality that while biologically he was still mostly man, the thought of having a biological family of his own an impossibility. But with some assistance from Angela, bone marrow collected from Genji and ‘the wonders of modern medicine’, the Swiss doctor was able to fertilize one of your eggs with ‘genetic material’ from your husband. When Mercy had delivered the news that you both had successfully conceived, Genji had swept you into his arms and ran around the base with you, telling anyone that would listen the good news.

The ‘ninja cyborg’ absolutely doted on you whenever he could and you basked in his attention, understanding his want to be there for you for as much of the process as he could. You both enjoyed taking daily pictures of your progress, eating meals with one another and reminding the other to go through their ‘morning rituals’ of supplements or diagnostics. You were entering your 26th week and your little angel inside of you was decidedly more active, light taps and pushes and kicks bumping the inside of your ‘belly’ intermittently. Still, even under Genji’s watchful eyes, he had yet to feel the baby actually moving. Tonight might just be his lucky night though. 

“Oh!”

Your hand dropped to your lower stomach as you moved from the bathroom, a solid kick landing to the right of your belly button. You gave a soft half snort of laughter, rubbing the area squeaking again as another kick landed in the same spot. 

“Up early now, aren’t you”, you questioned before a light went off in your head.

The child landed kick after kick as you kept rubbing, the solid thwumping not painful or alarming anymore, merely drawing your attention to the rambunctious, nocturnal babe. Rushing, as fast as you could, back into your room you plopped down on the edge of the bed, continuing to rub your stomach and receive a kick back. A soft, excited giggle tumbled from your lips as you reached out and began to jostle your husband awake. While Genji did not have to sleep often, he made the effort to join you in bed per your request. You liked the feel of his arms around you and he enjoyed knowing that you were content, his body even beginning to form a natural sleep schedule. You were sure, however, that he wouldn’t mind this interruption. 

“Genji wake up”, you hummed with barely contained excitement, pushing his shoulder a little bit harder until he practically jumped up in surprise, staring at you in startled confusion.

When Genji was outside of training and missions, he had taken to stripping out of his metal external armor and mask, dressing in normal civilian clothes instead. His eyes were large, hands touching your stomach then, hands, then face before pausing for a second as he pulled in a shaky breath. 

“Are you okay beloved”, he asked shakily, pulling himself fully up and pressing you flush against him. His arms squeezed you, the thrumming of his pounding heart a gentle staccato against your back.

“Yes yes”, you answered quickly before grabbing the hand he had on the top of your stomach and moving it downwards. You placed it right where your own hand had been, gently moving his in a circle and waiting. 

“Did you want a mass–oh”, Genji gave an excited hiccup as the baby’s kicking interrupted his train of thought, your head turning to look at his wide starry eyes as he felt his child kicking for the very first time. “Wow….I know Angela said it does not hurt but…?”

“Nope just feels a bit like a flick from the inside”, you said, shaking your head and laughing quietly. the baby humored their father for several more moments before the kicking stopped, Genji’s hand lingering as he pulled you even tighter against him. “Sorry I woke you…thought you might like to feel. 

He is so popular :D

“Genji! You’re back!!” You fell into his arms, felt the cold metal of his armor on your skin. “I’m so glad you’re okay!”“It is good to see you too.”, he said, responding to your hug with soft pressure on your body. A gentle touch of your foreheads replaced a kiss and his hands caressed your back. His presence was like a blanket around your body, warm and caring.Your hands reached up, unlocked his face plate and you pressed your lips on his scarred mouth. When you two had your first dates you never saw his face and even after a few months he was uncomfortable with you touching he scars. But then he quickly learned that you did not mind the wounds. 

Here’s a warm up for the first post of the blog! Seems a appropriate to start with an oldie but a goodie.

Genji

In the beginning he’s not too keen about the idea of kissing at all.

It isn’t just because of the insecurities he feels exposing more sensitive areas of his body such as his face, he’s become more at peace with those demons.

It’s mostly due to the fact the kissing spurs up old memories of his, as he sees it, misspent youth.

He’d drive any young girl or guy crazy with the way his lips and tongue could move.

Unfortunately for his present self, this means a flood of shame and regret washing over him at the mere thought of something as intimate as kissing

The poor man is so out of practice, and these feelings of embarrassment really haven’t stirred up since starting a relationship with you.

There hasn’t been much time in between his soul-searching and land wandering to reminisce on old habits

He knows that he’s being selfish with his own desire to stave off of kissing, if only for a little while longer.

This only worsens the resentment he harbors as now guilt clashes into him as he knows he’s denying you something that any romantic relationship should have.

It may take time, patience and reassurance on your part, and some initiative as well.

However, eventually Genji will lull back into a rhythm he’s know before when kissing you.

The first few kisses are stilted and mechanical, going through the motions like he did when relearning to walk again after his revival from the brink of death

Much like his first steps as a cyborg as well, your kiss a slow and steady process of bringing his heart and affection back to life.

Eventually, overtime after many practice trials, the kisses become more frequent, more confident, and more passionate than before.

Genji’s kisses taste of silicon and metallic fibers that try to pass as human flesh, however it’s not unpleasant as you know the man behind them is dedicated in having each of these moments be as pleasurable as possible for the both of you.

There is a sweetness when you happen upon real skin, savoring the feel and taste.

His plastic portions have lingering flavor of the foods he ate recently, which can result in tasting the sweetness of any desert, the tang of sour dishes, or even the spice of peppers and other spices.

It also results in him not having pleasant breath at some points, which becomes an embarrassment for him to which you reassure him of it.

It can even, later on, lead to some moments of giggling between the two of you.

Genji:

-He’s thrilled when he thinks about the fact he’s a dad

-Determined to be the best father he can be

-He spoils the child big time 

-Teaches them all about his heritage

-He also plays a lot of video games with them

-He’s really protective too, let’s just say you never have to worry about anyone bullying your child

Zenyatta:

-He’s really happy for Genji, knowing this is something he really needed o achieve his inner peace

-He acts like an uncle to the child and is absolutely thrilled about it

-Extremely supportive of the two of you and helps you out any way they can

Hanzo:

-One of the very few people not at all happy about this 

-Very apprehensive about the entire subject

-Until one day he finally decides to visit 

-When he sees how happy Genji is he reconsiders everything he previously thought

But of course.

Your match is GENJI :

 - It’s not because of the hair. No, seriously, it’s not. (except it a little bit is)

- Trust issues? Check. Abandonment issues? Check. Family betrayal? Check. You two will have a lot to talk about. Solidarity.

- He wasn’t a playboy out of sheer privilege back in the day- Genji was a master at opening people up, putting the am ease, and moving in for the kill. All those one night stands had to fall for him, first.

- So, he knows how to put you at ease (but also how to wind you up, if you need to be taken down a notch). Breaking through your anxiety and coaxing you to open up is hardly a chore.

- He’s not as overwhelming of a person as he used to be, and that means he knows how to reign himself in for a softer, quieter disposition than his own.

- And, okay, it’s a little bit because of the hair. You both have that bright pop of color in your personalities, and Genji can recognize that no matter how reserved you may be at first.

- Of the two Shimada brothers, Genji has always been the more creative brother, and your crafty pursuits awaken a long-dormant piece of himself.

- The kitchen skills? Also a definite selling point for him. You’ll always have a guinea pig to sample new recipes, whether you want one or not.

- Together, you can meditate and balance each other out. It’s easy to exist in the quiet alongside one another, both finding peace and clarity amidst the turmoil.

- Getting you to trust him is therapeutic, in a sense, because it simultaneously pushes him to trust you in turn.