this was intended for mcgenji week Starting Out/Settling Down (its supposed to fit Both to some extent) but i never wrote anything for the other prompts so.
anyways. short n sweet
Jesse awoke in his bed alone, finding the sun coming through the windows had woken him up.
He groaned, not really wanting to get up but doing so anyway, stretching before going down the creaky stairs.
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Jesse and Genji had gotten married and moved into a “fixer-upper” of a farmhouse in the American countryside; which was, more or less, a love nest for them.
Jesse was happy to settle down with the man he considered the love of his life, and even happier that Genji seemed to be just as pleased with it.
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Genji was sitting on the couch, idly watching TV before looking over to see Jesse walk down the stairs, greeting him with a grin and a warm “good morning”.
Jesse smiled in return, walking over to him to give him a kiss.
“Morning, hon.”
Genji wrapped his arms around Jesse when he kissed him, sighing.
“If you wanna get cuddly, you should just stay in bed with me for a bit in the morning.”
Genji lets go and turns back to the TV he was facing before while Jesse walked over to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee.
“Anything good on?”
Jesse asks.
Genji sighs, and his answer comes out almost wistful-sounding.
“No.”
Grabbing his cup of coffee, he sits down next to Genji again.
“You alright?”
“You’re happy like this, right?”
Genji asks, turning to look Jesse in the eyes.
Jesse is a bit taken aback.
“Of course I am, sweetheart. As long as I’ve got you…”
Jesse trails off, giving Genji a quick kiss.
“I was just thinking this morning… I remember when we were in Blackwatch,”
Genji starts.
“You said you could never imagine settling down- you felt like it would be giving up.”
Jesse looks surprised.
“I said a lot of stupid shit back then.”
Jesse responds with a bit of a chuckle.
“That’s true.”
Genji responds, his voice deadpan, but a playful smirk on his face.
“Besides, if anything,”
Jesse starts, glancing around the room at some of the not-yet-unpacked boxes from them moving in.
“We’re just starting out.”
hey what’s up here’s some fluffy somercy banter and cuddles
just pure established relationship fluff with no real plot
Angela trudged back to her apartment, her gait clearly displaying how tired she was from her full day of work.
She fumbled with the keys as she stood outside the door, quietly muttering a few swears when she dropped them.
Angela huffed with a smile, standing back up to face her and walking past her into the apartment.
“Good evening, Angela.”
Angela looked up from where she had crouched down to pick up her keys to see Sombra having opened the door, grinning back at her, dressed in sweatpants and a tee shirt.
“You need to take a day off, Angie.”
Sombra said, in a slightly scolding manner.
“I know, I know,”
Angela responded, hanging up her jacket and slipping off her shoes.
“But it never feels like a good time to.”
Angela sat down on the couch in front of the TV, which was already turned on to a ghost hunting TV show.
Sombra fell back onto the couch next to her with a ‘plop’, snuggling up close with an arm around Angela’s shoulder and grabbing the remote to flip through the channels.
Angela smiled a bit, softly, snuggling back into her.
“I probably shouldn’t stay up too late, Sombra.”
Angela chuckled a bit and put her hand on Sombra’s cheek, pulling her face close for a kiss.
“No, no no,”
Sombra lightly scolded.
“If you’re going to be at work all day, you’re going watch at least one episode of Ghost Adventures with me tonight, querida.”
Sombra happily returned it, moving her hand from Angela’s shoulder to run her fingers through Angela’s hair.
Breaking the kiss, the two of them smiled at each other, Sombra then turning back to face the TV, putting her arm around Angela’s waist.
“Now watch the show with me, mi fantasmita.”
Sombra said, still grinning.
Angela sighed contentedly, beaming back at her girlfriend.
Angela grabbed the blanket in question- a pastel purple with a pattern of all different kittens on it, and looked back at Sombra.
“Let me get a blanket, at least.”
“Ooh, get that purple polar fleece one with the kittens on it!”
Sombra called as Angela got up to grab a blanket.
She was laughing a bit at some ridiculous sort of jumpscare scene and the people’s overreactions, sitting with her legs to the side of her and chin balanced resting her hand.
She hadn’t taken all her makeup off- Sombra had a habit of not washing off her makeup at the end of the day- and Angela was pretty sure she hadn’t changed her shirt that day.
She was so pretty.
Another incident on the TV, making Sombra laugh again.
Angela couldn’t help but find the other girl’s laugh incredibly infectious, barely noticing she began to giggle herself, causing Sombra to look over.
“Well? You’re going to miss all the fun parts, Angie!”
Sombra patted the space next to her.
Sombra snuggled into it swiftly, obviously practiced in doing so.
“My apologies.”
Angela replied with a bit of playfulness in her tone, carefully unfolding the blanket and spreading it over herself and Sombra,
There was a brief silence as nothing eventful happened on the TV show- mostly just a few things that caused one or both of them to roll their eyes before Angela spoke up, a teasing grin spreading on her face.
“Are you sure you want to watch this so late at night? It could give us nightmares, it’s so scary!”
Angela had to pause for a moment before the awful joke clicked in her head, making her and Sombra laugh.
Sombra scoffed, then suddenly looked at their blanket, getting a mischievous grin of her own before facing Angela.
“Don’t worry, Angie, hiding under this blanket will protect us fur sure.”
She said with a raised eyebrow, pointing at one of the kittens on the blanket’s design.
Their jokes really were awful.
“You know, I think the scariest thing tonight will be how awful our jokes are, mein liebe.”
Angela scoffed, pressing her forehead against Sombra’s while Sombra snickered.
this was a twitter bickering that escalated to “JUST DO IT”
um so
nsfw (very weak attempt to write scissoring)
its junkji (genji/junkrat)
genji & junkrat are trans dudes
just take it. just take this
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Big Bada Boom
Jamison jittered nervously as the cyborg above him stripped down to nothing but a mix of synthetic skin and patches of very scarred natural skin.
“You are nervous.”
Jamie’s head snapped to meet the cyborg’s eyes.
Jesus, this was probably the first time he’d even seen Genji without his faceplate.
“Ah- well, mate, I mean…”
Jamison paused and turned looked around the room to not meet the other’s gaze.
“…Nice tits?”
Genji chuckled a bit at Jamie’s deflection of the question.
“Thank you.”
Genji straddled Jamie and pressed kisses against his throat, letting his hands slowly move down Jamie’s sides to reach to pull down his boxers, which were decorated in a pattern that displayed tiny, cartoonish bombs.
“Hm,”
Jamie’s head snapped back to see Genji looking amused.
“I like these.”
Jamie laughed a bit nervously.
“Oi, yeah, they’re me lucky pair!”
Genji playfully raised an eyebrow at ‘lucky’.
The feeling of Genji’s synthetic skin on his own was odd.
Part of Jamison almost wanted to feel repulsed, like he should be pulling back from someone he had thought was an omnic originally.
But, Genji was not.
Genji was a human man.
Who was transgender.
Two reassuring things for Jamie- the second one much moreso.
Jamie started to squirm and bit his lip when he felt Genji start to press against him, but was also surprised to feel Genji immediately stop in response.
“You are still very nervous.”
“Eh, uh, sorry, mate. I just uh, never, y’know…”
Genji chuckled and ran a thumb over Jamie’s chapped lips.
“Scissoring really is quite nice. I think you will enjoy it.”
Jamie’s face was bright red, but he let his body relax a bit as he leaned back, letting Genji help position the two of them properly.
Jamie’s mind was screaming at him for letting someone else position his body. It tended to be one of his big rules when he was living in the Outback to not allow someone to control or move him like that, but at the same time, it was… nice, in an odd way.
When they pressed together, Jamie was almost instantly reduced to babbling and squirming from the hot and wet sensation.
Each movement had Jamie blindly grabbing and gripping at Genji, who was, on the other hand, very relaxed and confident.
“Are you enjoying this?”
Genji was grinning.
Smug bastard.
“Yes!”
Jamie replied with a sound that sounded closer to a squeak than a yell.
They got to a steady grind when Jamie bothered opening his eyes to look at Genji.
Genji looked incredibly content and relaxed, biting his lower lip with a grin and his eyes shut.
“O-oh, oh.”
Jamie was not one to last long before cumming, but regardless, they were always a bang.
Jamie ran his hand through his scorched hair and rocked against Genji even more as he peaked, letting out a string of expletives you’d expect from an Australian as he came.
Jamie was snapped out of his daze by a quiet laugh from Genji.
“Kaboom?”
Jamie put his hand over his own face, partly to cover a grin.
oh man here’s some roadrat that i never really finished way back but it gave me Muse and now i’m finishing it.
the intro is kinda misleading but, [shrug emoji]
also i was a little distracted while writing the last bit so sorry it’s a little messy at the end
So, here’s “Nailpainting”. [SFW, Establish Relationship RoadRat, Fluff, this is focused on their nail-painting adventures, mostly]
Junkrat and Roadhog had been partners for around two years now.
Jamison wasn’t sure; he’d never been good at keeping track of much of anything.
-
It’s a bit blurry when their relationship became romantic.
Jamie was a touchy-feely sort of guy, and there was plenty of Mako to touch and feel; it really just came down to when exactly Mako didn’t mind Jamie dishing out all the touching and feeling.
They were now retired to their motel room for the night, Mako already dozing off, while Jamie was wide-awake and fidgety as ever.
This usually made Jamie kill time by hyper-focusing on the little things around him.
On his nails was a coat of black nail polish, a bit chipped, which Mako had applied.
Jamie’s twitching and hand tremors kept him from doing it himself. Any attempt to do so was often met with Jamie getting too aggravated, letting out one of his normal yells, and attempting to throw the bottle of polish to take his frustration out on something.
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Mako, however, seemed to find the process very easy, and soothing.
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The first time Jamie had his nails painted, he had noticed Mako painting his own and carefully pushed about what exactly he was doing.
“Nail-painting.”
A gruff, short, reply that was usually how Mako spoke.
“We’re doin’ this fifty-fifty… Can ya paint mine, too?”
Jamie had asked with a mischievous grin.
Mako had paused before answering, but agreed.
Afterwards Mako would do his best to keep Jamie from immediately ruining his nails, and Jamie had grown surprisingly good on his end to not do anything that’d ruin the paintjob before it dried.
It was practically a ritual for them now.
With how Jamie tended to bite at his nails- or pick at the polish- when fidgeting, Mako had to re-paint them often.
But, it grew to be very soothing for both of them.
Mako would hold Jamie’s much smaller hand in his, carefully painting brushstrokes of black along each nail.
Jamie always watched, fascinated at Mako’s precision, and soothed by his boyfriend’s touch.
-
Of course, after they had settled into this ritual, and once shown nail art of flames, Jamison had to show his partner.
Mako sighed, pushing the magazine out of his face and looking at Jamison.
“ROADIE!”
Jamie practically screeched, holding a magazine to his partner’s face and pointing to one image in it in particular- a picture of black-painted nails with flame decals.
“You gotta do this for me, mate!”
Mako is never pleased at how he can be swayed by an excited enough grin from Jamison.
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The two of them stumbling into a Kmart definitely raised eyebrows, even if dressed in slightly more casual clothing as to not raise too much suspicion. (That said, Jamie still had refused to wear a closed shirt.)
After Jamie had promptly gone through the numerous nail polish bottles, being incredibly confused by the names of nearly all of them, he was able to find a clearly labeled, thinner bottled that said “NAIL ART”, with orange liquid inside the bottle.
Jamie quickly ran to Mako, bottle in hand, while maniacally giggling and bouncing a bit, impatiently telling Mako to buy it and go.
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Painting Jamie’s nails in of itself had not been as hard by this point, but with this requiring some extra precision, and Jamie barely having the ability to hold still as-is, let alone when excited, it goes… as well as what could be expected.
There’s a lot of back and forth and minor squabbling about the completely failed attempt, but it’s forgotten about quickly on Jamie’s side.
That is, until Mako comes back to their room carrying a Kmart bag, and pulls out stick-on flame nail decals.
Jamie gasps dramatically and bounces a bit, quickly sitting down on the bed and watching with glee as Mako ever-so-carefully applies the stickers.
-
“Good?”
Mako grunts to Jamie.
Jamie responds with one of his odd, excited cackles and an over-enthusiastic ‘YES’, Mako snorting at this response.
The decals were only for special occasions really, at this point, but their bonding over the simple thing of nail painting really did hold a special place in both of their hearts.
