I had so much fun writing these!! Some hit a bit close to home :’) but i hope your cute butts enjoy this post (also these vary in size!!) warnings: implied nsfw, diets, cuddling????¿¿
A hand ghosts over your profile; from your temple, to your jaw, and down, down, down, until he grasped your hips with a strong hand. He had gifted you with an expensive silk robe; light pink in colour and embroidered with beautiful birds and flowers. It’s something he had always wanted to see you wear. He had imagined how it would look; how it would flow over your curves and soft stomach, how it would hug your arms and curve of your back just right. But now, seeing it in front of him, he couldn’t have ever imagined a sight as sweet.
“You don’t think I look too…?” You trail off, eyebrows furrowing at your reflection. You didn’t like the way some areas bulged, or tugged on the fabric. You thought your figure too awkward, too large.
“Too…?” He prompted.
“Big.”
Hanzo looked genuinely confused for a few seconds, though he recovers quickly. He poises himself behind you, meeting your eyes through the reflection. His eyes were always dark but they seemed even darker now, and you swallowed as he placed a hand beneath your breasts and the other just below it. Eyes never moving from yours, he placed a kiss right beneath your ear.
“No such thing, beloved.”
Genji
Ever since you were child you had been considered fat. You had the thick thighs, love handles, the muffin top, the arms, the chin, you name it. It had resulted in self-esteem issues that had been hard to rid yourself of. And sometimes, they came back to haunt you.
You knew that Genji and Angela had… had something. Back in the day she had saved him, and that was something he’d always be in her debt for. You could see it in their eyes, in the smiles they gave each other, in the way they confided in each other — and although you knew that Genji’s heart was irrevocably yours, some days you couldn’t help but let those deep-rooted fears seep back into the forefront of your mind.
She was so thin, so dainty and small and gentle. You were the complete opposite, and you hated it enough to want to fold in on yourself whenever you saw her, wanting to be smaller, tinier, daintier. You hated the stretch marks that swam from your hips to your armpits, envious of the clear, smooth skin she boasted. She was everything you weren’t, and yet…
“What bothers you, my love?”
Genji returned to you every night, not her. He kissed up your stomach and pecked each and every stretch mark, nuzzled his nose into your hips and bit cheekily at your thighs, smoothed his hands up your back, not hers. At the end of the day, Genji was always yours.
“Nothing.” You smile, brushing your hand over his cheek. “Nothing at all.”
McCree
Jesse McCree liked his women thick. Not that he was opposed to a thinner woman, but there was something about squishy thighs and soft stomachs and curvaceous hips that drove him crazy. He loved the feeling of his lady’s waist in his hands, or the fullness of her figure; and, maybe on the more mature side, the way she felt against him when they were between the sheets, nothing separating them.
“Now, darlin’,” he chastises, lighting his cigar casually, “Don’t be talkin’ like that.”
“Like what?” You say innocently, avoiding his eyes that grew more serious with each second.
“You know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout. Lookin’ down on yourself. Treatin’ yourself less than the queen you are.”
You flush, fiddling with your fingers. You knew you had a way of unconsciously nitpicking at the bad things about yourself. Jesse hated it, but he was gentle in his reminders and for that you were grateful.
“’Cause you are, ya hear?” He finishes, voice serious. He places a finger right underneath your chin, pulling the cigar out of his mouth only to press his lips to yours. “A queen. My queen.”
Soldier: 76
“A diet?” Jack echoes, looking at you in confusion. “Why?”
You cough at his sudden attention, shrugging. The salad in front of you is limp and damp, lacking any colour or excitement. Your stomach rumbles at the thought of something more appealing, but instead you shovel another leaf in your mouth. “I dunno. Just figured I could lose a few more pounds.”
You try to ignore his stares as you force down another forkful, eyes cast to the table. Of course you knew why you wanted to go on a diet. You wanted to be thinner, more dainty. You had an image drilled into your mind, and you had been taught to constantly try and achieve it. He’s well aware of this. Jack sighs suddenly, and from your peripheral you can see him shake his head.
“If this is what you want, sweetheart, I’ll support you,” he starts slowly, raising a brow as you meet his eyes. He reaches over the table to intertwine your hands, bowing his lip to your knuckles. “But if it isn’t, don’t force yourself, alright? You’re beautiful. You’re perfect. I wouldn’t want you to change for the world unless you truly wanted it, okay?”
Tears burn at the back of your eyes. Happy tears, and you hope he knows that he’s the cause of them.
Reaper
“Ah, cariño,” Gabriel says, grinning to himself when he sees the sight before him. “Perfect timing, eh?”
What a sight to come home to, after 3 long months of sleepless nights and action-packed days. Your wife, fresh out of the shower and wearing absolutely nothing.
You scoff, rolling your eyes as you tuck a strand of wet hair behind your ear. You set your hairbrush on your vanity, raising an eyebrow at him through the mirror. It’s all in good nature, though, and he knows this, humming as he bends to wrap his arms around your damp shoulders. He pecks your neck, just at your pulse point, a hand snaking up your towel and grasping at—
“Gabe!” You gasp, smacking his hands away. “I just showered, you insatiable little–”
“Three months,” he interrupts, inhaling deeply. “Without your hips, your thighs, your arms, your sweet, sweet, little—”
You turn, pulling his lips to yours just to stop the onslaught of filthy words you knew was coming. He grunts, tangling his hair in your wet locks to stable you against him.
“So either you stay here and get dressed, cariño,” he says huskily, ghosting his lips over yours, “Or you can walk your cute ass over to the bathroom and join your very excited husband in the shower.”
You swallow, throat suddenly dry, and that’s all the answer he needs.
Roadhog
“Mako,” you sigh, nuzzling your face into your husband’s broad chest. You pull the blankets up to your chin, eyes fluttering shut. “Stay still.”
He grunts, adjusting himself once again, but says nothing. You frown, lifting your head up towards him. A sudden realisation hits you and you wince. “Am I too heavy?”
Mako, the 7’ 3" giant that he was, could only stare at you for a second. He was the strongest man he knew, the largest man he knew, and the fact that you thought that you were too heavy for him was more than a little confusing. To him, you were the perfect shape and size. Soft, chubby, warm. You had the squishiest thighs and the most huggable hips, and he loved every part of you. “Are you serious?”
Rolling your eyes, you sit up, easing your weight off of him until you collapsed onto the bed, much more cold than you had been previously. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”
Mako makes a sound of annoyance, and you yelp as his arms wind around you and hoist you up on top of him again. Much warmer, much more comfortable. “You’re as light as a feather. It’s just too warm in here.”
With that in mind, he kicks off the covers and keeps you warm in his arms, letting you cuddle into him for the whole night.
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