I’ve decided that one of the major components of Reyes’ assessment for someone’s suitability for being in Blackwatch was their willingness to take risks. To do what it takes to get the job done. It’s obvious what makes Moira a good candidate, knowing that. Genji didn’t seem to care who fell to his blade, so I think it’s obvious for him, as well. I think it implies that McCree was the one most willing to stick to his convictions, because he eventually left Blackwatch. It wasn’t Genji, it was McCree. I say this about Genji, because he’s present in Doomfist’s animation. He’s still a part of Overwatch, although not Blackwatch. He hasn’t left yet, for whatever reason.

I think McCree was more likely in Blackwatch because he was emotionally invested. That makes sense, because I think he left Blackwatch angry at Reyes. Feeling let down. You don’t get angry at someone like that if you didn’t care about them.

I can’t help but think of McCree as the odd one out after coming to these conclusions.

“Some Brother!Hanzo x a cheeky, virgin sister!reader. She’s “curious” and Hanzo indulges her curiosity :3” So ummmm… Please??????? Like the moment I read this I was so fucking hyped to see it

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WN: Public Sex, Dub-Con due to alcohol~ 

Hanzo’s not sure which excuse it is that keeps him from ripping his sister’s hips away, throwing her on her ass, and storming off. Whether it’s the alcohol that sings through his veins making him more agreeable than usual, or the fact that deep in his guts he really wants to feel his little sister’s bare, virgin cunt. Raw, and tight, and so wet. He can see it because you make it a point to show it to him. How pink and glistening you are, displayed by two dainty fingers spreading the folds of your slick lips apart. A small gape catches his eye, your cherry red insides, unsullied but any other man.

You straddle his lap, lower yourself, and bounce your silky velvet just so against the tip of his exposed cock; you do it again and again until it just pops inside of you. As promised, a surprise to him (he doesn’t trust you right now) you, in fact, only take in the tip. It’s swallowed up and gripped tightly. “Only” the tip still has Hanzo’s hips lurching. Dangerous as he almost thrusts himself all the way into your pristine flower. You gasp. “It feels good,” you say. Then giggle, wiggle your hips from side to side, so pleased with your current state.

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Kitty Kompanion Ch 10

The day for your cesarean arrived and Genji still hadn’t come home. You were strangely calm. You discovered a reserve of nerves that you haven’t had to use before. Angela prepped you with serious, but soft, words. What you should expect if everything goes well.

“He’s out there, hoping you’re safe and well. Remember that,” she said.

You had an attentive nod for everything she said, but you didn’t feel or react any more than that.

“I’m going to put you under now.”

You squeezed your hand into a fist, flexing your arm, and glancing at the IV attached there.

“It’s going to be fine,” Angela reminded you one last time. She smoothed her hand over the tight bulge of your pregnant stomach.

You had a few moments of panic–Wait! Wait! Wait!–before falling unconscious.

—–

The senior Overwatch members knew where Genji was being held. That wasn’t the issue. It was the beefy security. Piles upon piles of Talon underlings patrolling key parts of the base. Overwatch was still small. Too small to take them all on if the alarm was raised. The only former Blackwatch agent was McCree, and that wasn’t enough. So they were in the planning phase.

Hanzo couldn’t wait for this. He informed Dr. Ziegler of where he was going. Then he left.

Sometime the next day, Hanzo slipped inside the Talon base. He spied on the security camera room and discovered where they were keeping Genji. His brother was laying on the floor of his cell. Hanzo noted that Talon chose to go with the sound-proofed walled cell, to keep tortured prisoners quiet. He moved with greater urgency.

Talon also chose to use identification chips implanted on the inside of the wrist. He tracked down the guard of the appropriate rank and took his life without a sound. He then discovered that this guard (and probably a lot of the others) had cybernetic arms.

How convenient, he thought.

Hanzo removed the arm with the implant and took it to Genji’s cell. He waved the man’s arm over the door mechanism. The door slide open. Hanzo stepped inside, allowing his footfalls to be heard.

“Hanzo…?” Genji croaked, his throat sore.

“The very same. I am here to drag you home,” he says. “Like usual.”

Genji dragged himself partially up onto his forearms. His face plates are missing, but those can be replaced.

“Tch, I am not the only fool in this family,” Genji says. Hanzo starts to argue, but Genji yells above his words, “Do you know what they will do to an intact member of our clan?!”

The implication is obvious to Hanzo. He came arrogantly without backup. If he is caught, there will be experimentation, and without regard for his human rights. Talon will dissect him and use the knowledge to enhance their soldiers.

“I am here now!” Hanzo yells back. He quiets down to speaking angrily through his teeth. “I can’t very well leave without you. Your mate awaits.”

“I suppose there is wisdom in those words.”

Hanzo helped get Genji out. Genji couldn’t move without flinching or groaning in pain. Hanzo had to help him walk. Hanzo kept it to himself how frustrated he was about it; they would be caught and returned to Genji’s cell if they couldn’t move more quickly.

With Genji limping beside him, Hanzo asks, “So, what happened?”

Genji takes a laboured breath.

“Sombra hacked my body. I made a mistake. I was tired. I let her get too close, and she disabled my body. Even you, with your lack of enhancements would have fared better than I did.”

Hanzo glared at Genji for the implication that Hanzo was weaker with his human body. His attitude was unbecoming of someone who should be grateful for being rescued.

“Can you stow your pride for a moment?” he growled.

“Can you?”

“Tch.”

Hanzo quietly seethed.

“We’re both fools,” Genji said softly.

Hanzo glanced at Genji’s weary smile. He cracked and smirked back.

“I will get you home. You can get some sleep and stop being grumpy at your older brother who just saved you. Heroically.”

“Sounds good to me.”

They eventually did escape, but not without attracting some attention.

—–

Robbed of the energy you had before you went under and momentarily unsure where you were, you woke. You glanced around blearily. You felt the comforting warmth of home in your chest a split second before you recognized that it was Genji’s back facing you on the bed next to yours. Hot tears of relief streamed down your cheeks. You couldn’t hold them back if you wanted to. Your exhaustion was too great.

“Dr. Ziegler,” said Athena’s even, reassuring voice, “the patient is awake.”

Genji rolled over towards you so fast that he fell over the edge of the bed with a “whoa!” and fell from your sight.

You tried to laugh, but it came out as a repetitive croak. You sniffled. His tail rose into view with an under curl.

“Land on your feet?”

Genji chuckled from the floor. Your voice was scratchy, because you needed water to wet your throat.

Your feline love was appearing in a more upright manner next to your side when Angela greeted you with a cup of water, matching her namesake. You don’t know what you would do without these two angels. When it was proven you had the strength to hold the glass of water–and down the whole thing–you wiped at your wet eyes and runny nose. You took your hands away, and Genji bent down to kiss your cheek and then press his own cheek to it. You longed to run your fingers through his greying black hair. Instead, he gave you a playful headbutt with the forehead of his helm, and you pushed him back, muttering, “Goddamnit.” What a sap.

Yet, the taste of affection squeezed your heart and reminded you that you had missed him deeply. You needed more than a taste to be reassured that he was really here and not about to disappear again.

“Hold my hand,” you said, your voice cracking.

He gave you his hand. You took it to your face and kissed all over it, wordlessly communicating your feelings. I missed you, I miss you, I missed you. Then you remembered Angela was still there and stopped. She was pink in the cheeks from having witnessed your private affections.

“I’d give you some privacy, but we need to discuss things.”

“I agree,” Genji said.

You turned your attention to her.

“We have good news,” she began. You groaned in disgust at the cliche. “And we have bad news.”

“Okay. The good news. Please,” you said. “I can’t handle bad news right now.”

Genji’s thumb pet the back of your hand.

“The good news is both your babies are healthy. The surgery went well.”

“Thank you, Angela,” Genji said.

“Of course.” She gave you both a small smile. The doctor explained that the younger baby boy, Ichiro Peter Shimada, was in observation for being slightly underweight and just needed time and extra care. His older sister, Sae Eilene Shimada, was perfectly healthy and waiting to see her mom. “Now for the bad news,” she said, a hand on her hip. “Both Hanzo and Genji returned alive but gravely injured.”

“I’m fine,” Genji whispered to you, in case you started to panic.

“Yes,” Angela echoed, “the nanites in Genji’s body took care of his wounds within a matter of hours. Hanzo, however…we didn’t have enough money left for the same amount of nanites for him. He will heal. But it will take some old-fashioned time and rest.”

You perked up with what little energy you had when the doctor said she would bring your baby boy. Genji slipped out of the room apologetically, promising to return very soon.

“I want you to feed your youngest first to make sure he puts on weight. If you run out of milk, we can give formula to the girl.” Angela brought fists to her cheeks and grinned widely. “She’s so darling!” she exclaimed.

To you, your breasts were gigantic by now. You didn’t see how you could run out of milk. Angela gingerly passed the little boy to you and gave you some alone time. You looked over his fat, squished little newborn baby face. He already had black hair on the top of his head. Instead of blue-black ears, your baby had dark teal fur on his ears. It was wondrous how you managed to birth such a cutie.

Ichiro stared sleepily back at you with round, brown eyes, probably preferring to go back to sleep. You kinda just stuck your boob in the baby’s face at first, assuming he would find the nipple. This was one of the baby’s few jobs. Ichiro managed to miss every attempt at first. He cried out softly in frustration.

“Hey, it isn’t my fault you can’t find the nipple,” you chided gently. “The areola has only doubled in size, my little dude. Like a giant target.”

Ichiro seemed to take offence and cried harder, hurting your ears.

“Oh, jeez, okay. My bad.”

You remembered that you loved these tiny humans and drew some patience from that. As much as you longed to hold them, you wanted to go back to sleep. Ichiro eventually got the idea, and he started to feed. His round little eyes closed.

“This is the one time you can use the excuse you that you were born yesterday,” you told him.

Genji came in. He whispered in awe, “Look at him,” and sat next to you on the bed. He cuddled up next to you, curled his tail around his thigh, and reached over to run his thumb on the baby’s chubby cheek.

“There’s none for you,” you tossed at him without looking up.

“You are a grumpy mama.”

“I’m tired.” Your stomach growled angrily. “And hungry, apparently.”

Genji got up to get you some food.

“Anything but bananas, please,” you begged.

When Ichiro got his fill, Angela came with Sae so you could feed her next. Ichiro was put in the wheeled crib next to your medical bed, and you put your baby girl to your chest. She latched onto your nipple with ease and looked up at you with attentive, dark eyes.

You reached over to the crib and pulled it closer to place Sae in it.

“Did you burp ‘em, yet?” said a rough voice.

You glanced at the foot of the bed to find a pair of hardened, wary eyes staring back at you.

“It’s her first day as a mother, Torbjorn,” said the doctor, appearing in the doorway. “Give her some slack.”

“Nonsense! I can help. She can sleep. She’ll need it in the coming months.”

You were torn. On one hand, those were your babies Torbjorn was wheeling away in the crib, with Angela following. On the other, he was so right. You fell back asleep before deciding whether you wanted the help or not.

Some Genji comfort for @my-love-goes-far

“Do you have plans this weekend?” Genji asked the last time you saw him.

“No. I’m just gonna chill.”

“You have plans now.”

You mouthed, “What,” in confusion as he zipped away.

“You will see ;3c,” was his only reply when you messaged him.

That Saturday, Genji snuck into your home and woke you up. You didn’t appreciate this habit of his, but he wouldn’t stop unless Zenyatta was there to dissuade him. Unluckily for you, the monk was elsewhere in the world.

Genji waited patiently while you did your morning routine.

“What are we doing?” you asked.

He shook his head.

“What are we doing?!” you repeated.

“You will see.”

“Fine,” you growled.

You trusted him enough to get into his car with him. As much as it was weird to see him drive, it does make sense that he had learned when he was younger. He pulled up to a nice enough hotel, no shabbiness to it. He got out of the car, and you with him.

“Genji, wait. I don’t have anything packed.”

“You forgot who I am. I’m hurt,” he pouted.

Then his lips curled into a smirk. You gasped and jabbed a finger at him.

“You…you…”

“Yes!” he confirmed with a pleased smile.

Genji pulled a pulled a couple duffel bags from the trunk, confirming your suspicions. He stole into your bedroom at some point recently and packed a bag for you. You shook your head, but you finally accepted what was happening.

“I’ll pay you back,” you insisted, as you followed him into the hotel.

Genji laughed, then said more seriously, “No.”

“Ugh.”

“It has been too long since you took a vacation. We are staying.”

He checked you both in while ignoring your sour puss.

“The bed better be nice,” you muttered.

“Ah, yes. It will be. I got their best room.”

“G-genji!” you exclaimed in protest.

“Relax. One night is not expensive. Come, let’s go see it.”

He shouldered both bags with one arm, took your hand, and started walking down the hall. You let him lead you. He’d already paid, so you might as well enjoy this.

Genji unlocked the hotel room door into what you were sure was a suite. A separate living room, a spacious bathroom, and a king-size bed with extra pillows. You were immediately drawn to the bed. You belly-flopped onto it, intending to stay there.

“Do not get comfy,” Genji said. “There’s something else I brought you here for.”

You whined and rolled over to take up more space.

“This hotel has an outdoor pool. And as you know, no one ever goes to hotel pools. So we will have the place to ourselves.”

You weren’t fully convinced to vacate the bed, but Genji was busy pulling supplies out of his bag.

“Sunscreen, bathing suit, towel,” he said, tossing the items next to you one-by-one.

You pulled yourself off the huge bed, stripped down, and pulled on your bathing suit. You started to slather on the sunscreen, glancing at Genji. He was taking off the clothing he didn’t need to wear, but did, since he chose to. He also removed the ribbon from the back of his helm.

“Do you need to wear sunscreen, Genji?”

He pressed his visor back into place over his face. “There. All done.”

You chuckled. “Lucky.”

Genji took a deflated inner tube from his bag.

“This is for you. You are going to lie on it. That’s all you need to do.”

“That’s it? I can do that,” you said with the first smile of the day. Things seemed lighter, more manageable.

Genji was right. No one was in the pool. The sun graced your skin with warmth as you floated without care on the water. Genji lay like a starfish next to you, keeping himself from drifting away with an arm on the inner tube.

“You sure you won’t get water inside you?” you asked.

“No. When the vents are closed, they are air-tight.”

“How do you breathe…?”

“The explanation is boring,” he complained. “Don’t worry about it.”

The sun soothed your stress, and when your mind started to spin with negative thoughts, you took Genji’s cybernetic hand to anchor yourself to the moment. He clasped it gently. You spun slowly around on the surface of the water for a good, long while. The pool must have kept Genji cool, because his vents never opened once.

You turned your head, the inner tube squeaking with the movement. “Genji?”

“Yo.”

“I’m hungry.”

“Then let’s eat.”

Genji rolled over and paddled you both to the edge of the pool. He ordered some delivery. Chinese.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said. “I was craving it. You can choose breakfast.”

“Hey, you paid. I’ll eat whatever.”

You two ate the Chinese food on the bed, with you now clad in your pajamas. There was a small table with chairs, but eating on the massive bed just seemed like luxury. You did it because you could. You and Genji got to talking. You finished the food and were still talking. He listened to what was bothering you lately. He offered some sagely-sounding advice after. Which was nice, but you also kinda wanted to shove him for it.

Either way, it was a load-off, paving the way for some warm, fuzzy feelings and cuddles in the centre of the bed. You got tired of talking about yourself and asked Genji questions instead. You rolled over to face him. His arm slipped around your lower back, with his hand hanging limply.

“So how do you breathe, exactly?”

“With my lungs.”

“Fuck you,” you laughed.

You went to smack his arm, which you knew wouldn’t hurt, but he easily pinned it to your side. You struggled.

“You deserve a smack!”

“No, I deserve a thank you.” He wore a maddening smirk.

“Nope.”

“No?”

“You know what you’re getting?”

Before he could react, you put your mouth to his cheek and blew an obnoxiously loud and long raspberry.

“You…are gross!” Genji shouted, rolling away and off the bed.

You cackled as he wiped his cheek furiously.

“Since I’m up…” Genji dug through his duffle bag and eventually pulled out a large holopad. “I recently downloaded the original Power Rangers. Wanna watch?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Fine, you dork.”

6th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 8th Fill

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Genji/Hanzo – ANEKI!HANZO; just the tip; incest; drunk sex – Genji got himself and Hanzo drunk. He’s a horny drunk boi and Hanzo is… Hanzo. Always ready but never wanting to admit it.

THIS CONTAINS ANEKI HANZO! THEREFORE FEMALE HANZO! be aware and don’t read if that triggers you

“You’re the prettiest girl around, Hanzo.” Genji is leaning heavily on Hanzo’s shoulder, pressing another cup of sake against her lips. She growls and struggles to dig her elbow into his side to shrug him off, but she is just as sluggish as he and the moment her lips open, he tilts the shallow cup and makes her drink the sharp alcohol.

“Get off me, Genji.”

“But you smell so good… mmhhh.” He presses his nose against her neck, fingers pawing at her kimono until he starts dragging it off her shoulder. Hanzo squirms, pushing him away with one arm and wiping her mouth with the sleeve of the other. She squints at the smear of lipstick she leaves behind, annoyed at the fact that Genji has ruined her make-up again.

“Go away. You’re drunk.”

“And horny. C’mon, Hanzo…” While usually his bulk is no issue for her, the heat and lethargy of the alcohol make it difficult to push him away when he’s got his mind set on something. “Just a bit… Nobody’ll have to know.”

His wet, sloppy mouth already starts sucking every bit of skin he can get it on; her ear and neck and the point of her jaw, until her nipples are hard and needy and warm arousal starts to bloom in her belly almost against her will.

“You’ll just get me dirty again,” she growls, trying to coordinate pushing him away as he straddles one of her thighs and leisurely fucks against it. His own kimono has slipped open, revealing how he’s not wearing anything underneath. Lewd.

His cock is sleek and silky and big, and Hanzo has to bite her tongue to remind herself not to touch it.

“N-No… I won’t. I’ll just put in the tip, and then I’ll jerk off on the ground. I promise, aneki…” His big, blunt fingers are at her panties, gently drawing circles over her mound, then pressing where he wants to put his cock; fucking her with the very tips of his fingers as well as possible while she still got her panties on.

Her clit feels swollen and almost painful, pulsing and looking for some friction as she cants her hips up into her brother’s cheeky touch, her fingers digging into his hair, letting him feel the sharp tips of her nails until he starts whining like he did when they were both much younger.

“Anekiii…”

“You never keep your promises,” she accuses, but it is difficult to concentrate with Genji trying to finger fuck her through her panties, and his big, silky cock sliding along her thigh and leaving smears of pre-cum. Already getting her dirty.

“I will this time. I promise,” he whines. His head is already between her tits, nuzzling, trying sloppily to get them out of the small bra she is wearing. The alcohol lets her sink into a fog for a while, thoughts muddled, just letting herself feel Genji’s ministrations. She almost wants to give him the go-ahead until she remembers: “You don’t have a condom.”

Genji sloppily mouths at her left tit, trying to get his mouth around the fat nipple there.

“I’ll not come in you… Just the tip, Aneki… please.”

“No.” She frantically pets his head. His mouth is hot and tight around her nipple, nursing with a tight seal that makes tears spring to her eyes and might skewer her perception.

“In my… In my ass,” she whispers, squirming to turn around beneath him while Genji blinks dumb and drunk at her.

“Huh?”

“Put it in my ass instead.”

“Oh God,” he whispers when he understands. He sounds choked; like he’s on the verge of having a heart attack. Then he’s on her, his heavy bulk pressing her down unforgiving, his hand clumsy as he tries to push her panties to the side and line up at the same time.

There’s no preparation, and she is tight; the whole thing burns and aches, but Hanzo is hot for it like for nothing else in a long time, her thighs quivering and clit thrumming as she feels like she’s coming without being touched, all the while Genji stupidly pants into her ear, hot breath fanning across her cheek: “Just the tip. Just the tip. Fuck, Hanzo, you’re the prettiest girl. Fuck. Prettiest sister. So good to her little brother… Best cunt… fuck…”

His voice is already strained. He sounds like he’s going to shoot his load after just a couple minutes of rabbit humping her, trying not to fuck into her swollen, raw asshole too deep; and Hanzo, in the alcoholic fog surrounding her mind, while sucking at the ball of her thumb, almost wishes he’d unload on her cunt, at least.