So I’ve had this idea but lack the skill and I love your writing so here we go. How would genji be with an s/o who just loves to see his face, touch his hair, caress his cheeks, etc.? Because I would kill for blizzard to put a skin in the game where it’s just him but his mask visor thingy is off.

alexiela73:

Aww thanks honey. I’ll see what I can do! Update: Its cute? Its kind of small? I love you? Please forgive

This was starting to bother you, you realized as you tried with all your might to focus on the movie in front of you. It was a new movie, too, one you’d wanted to see for awhile. A lot of your Overwatch friends had come for dinner and a movie together, and so far it was a lot of fun.

The only actual issue you were having was the fact that, well…you really wanted to pet your boyfriends hair. It was less of a want and almost a need, and it kind of surprised you how strong the urge was.

Genji Shimada was your cyborg boyfriend, and was probably the most handsome man alive, you thought with the barest smile. After a rough past, Genji was mostly made of machine but had a lot of human parts, including a scarred face. He’d say differently but in your mind, he was exquisite. He was perfect.

While you loved your boyfriend as a whole, you’d ended up with this unfortunate need to just touch his face or stroke his hair. It happened most of the time, but was usually controllable. You loved pressing kisses across his face…

Honestly, you weren’t sure why you felt the need to touch him so much, but you felt like it was your minds reaction to knowing he’d never really known a positive touch in his past. 

With everyone here, you’d promised yourself that you’d manage to keep your hands to yourself. But Genji had decided to lay on the loveseat you both sat on, his legs dangling off the side and his head in your lap as you all watched the movie. 

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you couldn’t help it when your eyes finally moved to him and began to study his features. Every scar was a story, and your hand trembled as you struggled to resist… would anyone really care?

The room was dark, and Lena and Hana sat on the ground, entirely engrossed in the movie. Lucio sat a foot or two away, in front of Reinhardt where he sat in a chair. Fareeha sat on the long couch with Angela and Jesse, all of them staring intently at the screen and eating popcorn. Surely…

Giving way to your urge, you felt better as your fingers touched silky soft strands of black locks. Sifting your fingers through his hair, you felt a release in your chest that eased as you studied him.

At the touch of your hand, you saw Genji rip his eyes from the screen to slowly turn his head up to watch you. There was a moment of hesitation before he smiled, and even in the dim light he was stunning. You loved those smiles, which had your heart beating a mile per hour.

“Hi,” Genji whispers, voice barely audible over the loud TV but you still hear him just fine. He didn’t seem bothered at all as you continued running your fingers through his hair, his eyes full of mischief.

Blushing a little, you smiled at him. “Hi,” you whispered, your hand sliding and your finger tips began to trace his lips slowly, which parted under your touch.

Genji slowly turned his head and kissed your palm, but remained undisturbed by your decision to continue to touch him. You knew it must be irritating sometimes, how difficult it could be to keep your hands off of him, but Genji never seemed to really mind, which was always a relief for you. 

In fact, Genji almost seemed to bask in the glow of affection. And it wasn’t like he didn’t like taking his turn. He’d touch your hair, your lips, trace the contours of your face as if memorizing it again and again for the first time. 

“I love you,” you whisper, your fingers gliding across the uneven edges of his scars, loving the feel of them. Once upon a time, those scars would have made him flinch if you touched them. Hell, at first he had a problem with you just looking at him.

Now…

“I love you,” Genji said softly, reaching up to cup the back of your head and pull you down into a soft, needy kiss that left you breathless. With an impish smile, he looked back at the TV after.

Face flushed, you caressed his cheek, deciding that was sufficient enough for you.