1. Fucking Machine | Genji/Reader (Reader is Gender Neutral! Genji has a vagina!) Word Count: 856 Rating: Explicit | No Warnings
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m right here.” You assured Genji sweetly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The cyborg was laid on a pallet, legs spread for the machine settled between his knees. You kneeled over him, comforting him as his skin flushed pink and his legs shook.
Took a really long break from art in general (about 3 months??), because of illness. But I’m back. I usually draw and paint, in Sai, but I got a little tired of being stuck with the same program :T
Maybe you should have reached out to him when his father was killed, but you were afraid he would snap at you. You knew he was hurting, but you didn’t know him well enough to help him start to heal. He might consider you an intruder. And he didn’t know himself well enough. Genji started going out like before he met you. Came home late, while you were asleep. It hurt to see him behave like this, the way he pulled away from you without a word of explanation. You moved into a guest suite, which got no reaction from your husband.
Maybe you should have reached out to him when his father was killed, but you were afraid he would snap at you. You knew he was hurting, but you didn’t know him well enough to help him start to heal. He might consider you an intruder. And he didn’t know himself well enough. Genji started going out like before he met you. Came home late, while you were asleep. It hurt to see him behave like this, the way he pulled away from you without a word of explanation. You moved into a guest suite, which got no reaction from your husband.
You blamed yourself when you heard the news. That Hanzo confronted Genji and believed he should have been there to help save his papa’s life. Genji was with you at the time of his papa’s death. You sat on the bed of the guest bedroom, tears landing on your thighs when you heard Hanzo struck Genji down in a rage. Genji probably didn’t help, probably wound his brother up a bit, but still.
That news was followed up by news that made the situation worse: you were pregnant. You immediately decided the Shimada clan was no place to raise a child. Hanzo tried to stop from moving out, once, by summoning you to his office. He didn’t want a child able to control the dragons outside the Shimada clan. You stood your ground.
“I’m leaving. It’s insane that you want me to stay after what happened to my husband.”
“You are staying,” he snarled, quickly losing patience.
“Do not touch me; I will fight you, and the baby will be harmed in the process!” you warned when the clan’s lackeys approached you from behind.
You turned around to stare them down. They glanced at Hanzo for confirmation to subdue you. He waved his lackeys away.
“You don’t need a dragon. You are a dragon.”
You snorted and left the castle. You shook the whole way, expecting to be stopped.
You integrated back into your family. As a new mother, you had no time for awkwardness, anyway. Hanzo started sending you monthly cheques. Whether they were to make up for losing Genji or losing access to the clan’s money, you didn’t know. As far as you were concerned, each cheque arrived soaked with blood. You didn’t want a single Yen. But you had a baby on the way, so you deposited each one until they stopped coming.
You gave birth, naming the baby boy Genji. You didn’t name him after the man you had married. You named him Genji after the potential you saw in the marriage. Your life became your son. You worked the days and spent evenings with him.
“Mommy, why is that man naked?”
You got up and went to the window. Outside stood a man with his arms away from his sides, palms outward. It didn’t matter what he looked like, that was definitely Hanzo Shimada’s tattoo. Between a job and a son, you had no energy for this shit. You groaned.
“He’s trying to show that he’s unarmed,” you told little Genji.
“But he has two arms.”
“Yes, he does. Stay inside, okay, Baby?”
You went out the front door and shut your son inside the house where he couldn’t see Hanzo.
“What are you doing here?” You blinked coldly.
“I have news that will interest you.”
Hanzo told you Genji was alive. Strangely, you were ready to hear him talk. Maybe because you were hoping it was true. You always wondered where the marriage might have gone. Perhaps you and he would get a second chance. That felt like foolishness, but the hope refused to be put out. Hanzo explained what happened on the anniversary of Genji’s death this year. You remembered that night. You vaguely considered having ramen but decided to spend time with your son, instead. Holding him on the sofa and having him read a book to you.
“What did this man say?” you asked Hanzo in the present.
You listened intently, scrutinizing each word. What that cyborg said was true, but something was different about how he said it. When Hanzo finished explaining what happened, you thought of your son. Could you put him in danger just because this man might be his father?
“I’ll go with you,” Hanzo offered.
You shook your head, thinking it was unwise, but you agreed. Hanzo looked sincere. Maybe he actually was. Again, you wanted to believe it.
An ever inquisitive child, your son wanted to know about everything, including where you were going every time you went out. You called the babysitter to come over the day you were going to meet this mystery man. Your son wasn’t stupid; he knew what the babysitter’s arrival meant.
“Where are you going with the naked man?” he asked you.
His hair was black like Genji’s, but it was always a mess. You attempted to smooth it one last time and kissed the top of his head before going out the door.
“Wait here for Mommy to get home. I need to speak to someone. If he’s not a bad guy, you’ll get to meet him.”
“Who is he, Mommy?”
“I need to make sure it’s safe, Baby. That’s the last I’ll talk about it.”
You and Hanzo got in your car. He offered to drive, but you declined.
“I’m alright.” It had been ten years. You had a few butterflies, but that was it. “Just give directions.”
You both arrived at the meeting spot. It was a town square. Perfect for Hanzo to set up high on a building nearby and watch. He disappeared. You were out of your car, but you hesitated. The open space of the square didn’t sit right with you. You scanned the square, only able to make out the spaces where it was lit by streetlights.
“There he is!” Hanzo yelled.
A slim, glowing green figure was strolling slowly to the centre of the square. The closer he got, the more you could make out. He was covered in shiny, grey metal, and the green lights were circles carved all over his body.
You took a deep breath and walked away from the vicinity of the car, towards the figure.
The figure moved too human-like to be an omnic. So Hanzo might have been right about that part. You stopped about a foot and a half apart. He inclined his head slightly.
When you said nothing, he spoke first.
“Mrs. Shimada.” He bowed.
After hearing him call you that, all the tension disappeared in an instant. This was Genji, alright.
“You’re bowing?” you asked, looking him up and down incredulously. “You never bowed to me before.”
He rose up into a straight-backed position.
“I was taught the value of respect.”
Your lips stretched into a grin.
“Well! Then you won’t mind reintroducing yourself to me.”
Your confidence was mostly pretend. Your back was stiff and so was your smile. Genji either didn’t notice or he let you keep up your act. You walked together in a loose circle around the square. You weren’t going anywhere, but it made sense to move your feet, given the nervousness of you both. He gave you a condensed explanation of what he had been doing for the past ten years and a very, very brief rundown of what he was. Listening was being on a roller coaster ride of emotions, with him in control.
“I’m,” you began, shaking your head yet again, “I’m not sure how to feel about this.”
“You need what Hanzo needs. Time.”
That was an oddly wise thing for Genji to say. You spun on your heel to face him.
“Okay,” you agreed.
“Will you decide when we meet again?”
You regarded him with a knowing smile. “You’re giving me control. You’re trying to butter me up.”
His preened, inspecting one of his hands and flexing the fingers.
“I thought it was clever. Did it work?”
“Yes.”
Your expression fell after you parted, however. How would this new Genji react to the news that he had a son?
You needed something, and you knew you could get it from Genji. You drew him to your room. He thought you needed a quick fuck, to blow off steam, like he did.
The Blackwatch agent, and ninja, was really getting into it when you pulled his hands to your neck. He searched your eyes for confirmation, his eyes flitting between them. You stared back, hard, and wrapped your legs around his waist. He bit his lip, returned the glare, and squeezed with his human hand. Your lips parted reflexively as you drew in more air to keep it flowing. His pace, momentarily slowed, picked up again. The bed resumed rocking, and together with the heavy breathing, made a kind of lewd music setting the mood.
“I didn’t realize you were into this,” he said. “You don’t look the type.”
You nodded, the movement partially hindered by his grip.
Hips slammed into your rear, stinging slaps and the clacks of Genji’s wires against his upper back. He growled, and slammed against you harder, pushing you an inch across the bed with each thrust. His fingers closed tighter around your neck, just like you wanted. You were going to get just what you wanted. To go out yelling, “fuck,” on the end of his dick.
Your mouth opened wide, gasping for air and Genji’s cock pushing pants from your lungs. Your tongue rolled out of your mouth. Genji smirked and leaned down to suck on your tongue, his soft lips pulling on the slick muscle. Then he sat back again. Sweat pooled between you on the bed, soaking the sheets. His fingers slipped against your flesh with it, his grip weakening.
Your hand flew up to hold it in place.
“Harder,” you rasped.
Your voice didn’t sound like yours. Another’s voice asked for him to choke the life out of you. Genji’s eyes hardened. When before you could see the intoxicating lust in them, now they were blank. He boarded the windows to his soul, the look he wore just before a kill.
His fingers and thumb pressed harder into the sides of your neck. Your vision shrank, the edges closing in, darkening. In the back of your mind, Genji kept thrusting deep into you. He was a muddle of blurry shapes. Your lips twitched, feeble attempts to ask him not to stop. You used all your remaining strength to hold his hand in place around your neck. The five-fingered anchor sinking you down into the oblivion that beckoned.
You finally seized against the bed. Genji let his eyes roll back, revelling in that he could still satisfy someone, even with this body. He got his release, and you got yours, your soul leaving your body.
He searched your eyes again. He found nothing and began shaking your body in a panic. Still no response, so he shook harder. He yelled for help, fat tears streamed down his cheeks.
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