You had been staring at the space where Genji was sleeping for ten minutes. Just what made him think it was okay to go from under the bed to /into/ the bed, you didn’t know.
There was just enough light coming in through the window to discern that the vague lines and curves was him, laying on his front with his knee tucked up towards his chest and, somehow, his arms crossed under his person. The side of his face was plastered to the bed just beyond your single pillow.
It was impressive, how he managed to get into your bedcovers without waking you. What did wake you were the small sigh-like snoring he was doing. Like he was dreaming about falling in love every two seconds.
You lay there a while longer, and the commander didn’t come to fetch him this time. You didn’t mind him being in your bed, it’s just that he didn’t ask permission first. Although…he was already there…
Your eyes were falling closed when Genji started awake with a gasp. The blazing circles of his red eyes shined into the darkness in fear. He puffed in panic. He whimpered and curled inward, bringing both knees up.
He hadn’t noticed you were staring at him. Your hand moved over to hover over his side. Knowing Genji, he had a knife hidden somewhere and would cut your arm off for catching him in a vulnerable state.
You let the hand down on onto his side. You felt his side rise with the gasp at your touch. The timing must have been right.
Then silence.
Then came the sobs.
Short, heart-wrenching sobs.
“Come here. Come here,” you whispered, pulling at his body.
“It’s too much,” he sobbed.
He wasn’t able to say anything else. You patted his back, and he tucked his head under your chin, giving you a whiff of his hair, his masculine scent. You put your chin to his head, whispering to him that it would be okay.
“No, it w-won’t!” he protested shakily.
He sniffled, and you went back to patting his back. His crying tapered off, and he fell asleep, sighing into your chest.
a/n: here you go anon! sorry that this took so long to get out, i’m stretched pretty thin right now and ooof updating times are funny to find. hope that what i did manage to come up with is okay!
Jesse can be a bit of a snot, but he’s always polite and respectful when it comes to feeding off of you. Making sure that you are relaxed and okay at the very beginning of the relationship for him to take a nibble every now and again.
The bites are painless. The pain that should exist never has and never will.
Each one leaves you feeling warm, and even more relaxed than before, which happens with every bite from what Jesse has told you. Fearful or stressed out prey make for horrible meals.
Those little kisses that Jesse gives you after the bites make it even better, trailing from where the bite is up to your neck and to your lips. Or from the bite and to where your heart is beating.
Jesse hums, happy and content while rubbing soothing circles into your back while you muse with his hair and continue whatever it is you are doing.
Jesse is a happy, touchy and lover afterward. Entwining his fingers with your own to even picking you up and spinning you around. Loves cuddling afterward or just being near you.
The sound of your heartbeat and laughter are Jesse’s two favorite sounds in the world.
a/n: went for something short and sweet for this! hope that you like it anon!
Jesse knew that he had fucked up, it was the moment when he transformed to protect you from members of Talon. You refused to leave, cradling him in your arms, holding his hand and telling him that you will not leave him.
Before he could answer, before he could push you away to keep you safe from Talon, from him, to keep you at his side as his lover, the change took over. The raw primal need to protect what was his. His best friend, his comrade, and his lover.
He expected for you to run, to scream when the change finished, but you were still there, waiting for him before falling down onto your knees, holding his muzzle in your hands looking him dead in the eyes before smiling, and kissing him on the nose.
He expected for you to run, to leave him screaming every single hateful and fearful thing you could think of, but you didn’t, instead you waitied for him, looked him in the eyes before kissing his nose and thanking him before you started speaking again.
“Well this explains all of the fur on our bed.” you said with a smile, and all McCree could do was laugh to the best of his shifted ability.
a/n: here’s some hc’s that i thought of while running a dungeon with my friend!
Jesse is surprisingly a good cook, you were surprised to wake up and find a nice meal cooked for the two of you on the table, and Jesse making the last bit.
Mind you that while it’s surprising that he’s a good cook, he does have his moments where he can mess up with cooking and the two of you will order take out.
Be warned when Jesse cooks or bakes he will make a mess of the kitchen and nine times out of ten the leftover batter will end up in your hair, clothes and on your face. Jesse will lick your face clean and give you kisses.
Loves laying on the couch with you watching old sitcoms and westerns. Hell, the two of you will sometimes kick back and watch some cooking shows that Jesse will attempt to make later.
The highlight ending to Jesse’s day is being able to go to sleep with you in his arms and giving you kisses.
Jesse McCree. He wasn’t at his usual stool at the bar tonight. The scent of his cigars wasn’t clogging the air and there wasn’t a drink in your hand bought by him.
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