The Ninja Under Your Bed Ch 4

Genji visited you in the medbay. He waited until no one else was around to scale the outside wall and climb into the window, but he came.

You pulled from him just what happened with the candy on the floor. The candy had given you a hundred tiny cuts on your soles. Unable to walk just yet, you were resting. Genji’s attempt at a gift touched your heart, but he really didn’t have to.

“What am I gonna do with you, huh?”

He decided to assume that was a rhetorical question and didn’t answer.

He can’t believe you’re already rooted down in his core, when he pushed away everyone else. He doesn’t just want, he needs your comfort. He might as well be a lost little boy needing a momma or papa. Maybe it isn’t the healthiest desire for a grown man, but no one else has gotten through to him like you have. If it’s one thing he needs, it’s comfort from another human being. And if he has to act like a fool to get it, he just might. He also doesn’t realize he’d been looking at you like a puppy needing adoption this whole time.

“Genji, are you okay?”

“Hm?”

“You look scared. Like I’m going to hit you. Did I say something wrong?”

“No,” he says. “No, I just…”

You wait, but he doesn’t seem to have any intention to finish his sentence. He maybe he can’t.

“Do you…want to sleep under my bed again tonight?” you offer.

He blinks, his brain suddenly working.

“No.”

“What about in my bed?”

He nods.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” you demand. You’re still a bit peeved that he put you here in the medbay, but not enough to pass up on some ninja cuddles. “Get in right now,” you say, lifting the blanket. “Cuddle me good. You owe me for slicing my feet open on fucking candy, you goof.”

“That is fine with me.”

You were giddy that no one else heard such things from Genji but you. You wiggled over to give space and smoothed the smile from your face before he settled in. He took up the position of little spoon, pulling his wires forward to keep them from hitting your face. Your forearm rested in the dip of his waist.

hi, sooo… Any fluff with our beloved quiet Blackwatch Genji? He just had a bad day and really need time with his female s/o, cuddling and else? What would his s/o do to make him feel better??XD thank you before, bless you guys ❤❤

tacticalvisor76:

a/n: here you go, sweetie! sorry for the wait on getting this out!

If Genji would allow you to see his face, you would be able to see a faint rosy tint forming, but the sheer embarrassment from you possibly seeing it would make him abandon the comfortable position he has with you.

The two of you lay quietly on your bed, Genji on his side, pressed flush against your form while your back was pressed against the wall. Your arms wrapped nice and snug around his ribs, legs tangled together. Genji couldn’t deny that he is feeling warm, loved, drowsy and content. Relaxed with your current positions, his guard lowered, being so close to you, close enough to feel your heartbeat and the warmth of your body around him makes him feel protected.

You’re hand massaging his scalp and messing with his hair made him feel even more relaxed, even more drowsy. Genji is utterly content and happy in your arms. He trusts you. Trust you to not harm him in his relaxed state, to close his eyes and just know that he is safe. Trust you to keep him warm, to have that warmth surrounding him puts him at ease. Trust you to come back safe to him, and him back safe to you so the two of you could relax with one another.

And most of all, he trusts you with his heart, with his feelings knowing that you would keep both just as safe as you do with him on the field. In this quite, warm and peaceful moment, Genji goes to sleep. Wrapped in your warmth and the familiar sound of your heartbeat.

The Ninja Under Your Bed Ch 3

Genji stood in your room like a black and red demon about to haunt you. It actually wasn’t as bad as it looked. He had permission to be there. You were snoozing again. Honestly, that’s how he preferred you. Silent. That’s how he preferred anyone, lately. He liked you just fine; he just didn’t want to talk right now.

In his metal hand, he held a bag of konpeito. Genji wanted to repay you for being a good friend to him. Konpeito had good memories for him. His mother used to give them to Hanzo every once in a while to make him smile. That started his weakness for sweets, Genji supposed. He liked konpeito, just not as much as Hanzo did. Genji hoped you smiled like Hanzo when you found the bag.

Genji was trying to decide where to leave the candy, and he didn’t notice that his nervousness made his cybernetic hand slowly ball into a fist. The bag exploded, whole and crushed pieces of the candy raining all over the floor. Damn! He just knew he shouldn’t have bothered. Genji scanned the floor, trying to decide what to do next. How silly he would look, trying to clean up the mess if you woke up soon. And how foolish.

Ahhhh, fuck! He got so frustrated, he left.

“Genji…?” He heard as he was a few steps from your room. Bah, he could find you later. Then, “OW!! …WHAT THE FUCK?!”

He ducked his head, turning red. He left you the candies to step on. He picked up the pace, half-jogging down the hallway.

The Ninja Under Your Bed Ch 2

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.

The Ninja Under Your Bed

A sound of something hard scraping against the floor beneath your bed startled your descent into sleep. It wasn’t anything to worry about, though. You rolled over to settle in again.

Your coworker–co-agent???–Genji had taken up hiding under your bed. Now, you didn’t ask him why. You don’t ask this man anything. It wasn’t done. Everyone either got cold silence in response or a no growled at you. Maybe he found comfort hiding under a stranger’s bed or perhaps he was hiding from something specific. Word was, he was different to Agent McCree and Commander Reyes, but as a rookie, you couldn’t confirm. He did do everything else the agents did. Ate, showered, and attended meetings.

He wasn’t required to attend sparring practice, not after the incident with his heel blade things and a…former Blackwatch agent. It was the only time you’d ever heard him apologize. And it was heartfelt, too.

Genji was a silent fixture of the compound. Like a lamp or a side-table. You got used to it pretty quickly. He wasn’t the weirdest thing to be a part of Overwatch and Blackwatch. That, and the fact that you just didn’t have time to deal with your ninja infestation between the training and the missions, was the reason you mostly ignored him.

Before you got into bed, you turned off the lights. A pair of red eyes peeked out at you from the pitch-black darkness under the bed.

“Oh, alright, then,” you said and climbed into bed.

You did get to sleep, but you were woken up an hour later by the sound of the door being opened and light streaming in. The light dimmed as the person holding the door open realized they were rudely blinding you.

“Sorry, Agent,” said Commander Reyes.

“It’s okay,” you muttered sleepily.

“C’mon Genji. It’s mission time. Let’s go.”

Genji sighed from beneath the bed.

“Yes, Commander.”

He reluctantly crept out from under your bed and followed Reyes out the door.

I hear you have an (almost) empty box! If I may contribute, could I please have the fluffiest hug/cuddle/touch headcannons you can think of? I’m sorry if this is a bit vague, but thank you!

thegenjicorner:

It’s not too vague!! I decided to narrow it down myself to HCs for Blackwatch Genji. There are also these posts

Sometimes, Genji doesn’t like you touching his cybernetic parts, because it’s a reminder of what he is now

He’ll jerk away from your hand in annoyance

Sometimes, he likes that you explore his body because you think he’s cool and it strokes his ego

His red eyes follow you closely

Other times, he clings to you like his life depends on it, because he needs comfort now

“Genji, I can hardly breathe!” you say, laughing

Genji growls with that tinny quality to his voice, refusing to let go. It’s cute

There are times when ignoring him makes him appear next to you, silently begging for attention

You weren’t actually ignoring him, he just hadn’t been in physical contact with you for a while and it’s a little distressing for him

Hold his hand for a bit and then he’s good again for the next while

This all happens in secret

It’s bad enough that people stare when he’s walking around alone

Genji doesn’t want anyone looking at him while he’s being open and vulnerable with you

It makes him feel helpless and exposed

Genji prefers to hold you with his human arm if he’s not holding you with both arms

He assumes you’d be uncomfortable with his other arm, and frankly, he didn’t ask if it’s true

Genji is the kind of stressed and tired that if you gave him loving and gentle touches just right and for long enough, that he’d fall asleep on, or next to, you

The first time Genji takes his mouth guard off around you, he wants you to make a bit of a fuss over how good-looking you find him

But not too much of a fuss

Kiss his cheeks a bunch, and he’ll cry tears of joy, because he’d forgotten what it’s like to be touched there

The Wet Dragon Ch 2

Moira saw how much you enjoyed collecting data the last time. She said yes when you asked if you could repeat your ‘experiment’ to see if you could replicate your results.

Genji was absolutely done the first time. So you had to take it up a notch. You strapped him in extra tight on the chair this time, so you could get closer and taunt him more.

He resisted wetting his seat better this time. He gave you low growls and spat demands at you. The spoiled son of a powerful, rich man coming out, protesting the way you were humiliating him. He pulled on the constraints with all his enhanced strength. The metal whined and bent as he strained, enraged and unnaturally red eyes flashing.

It was terrifying, except this rabid dog was on a leash. With a muzzle. Impotent rage.

You were out of the chair, standing in front of him, but saying nothing. It was a reversal of roles when Genji was normally the silent one in any given situation. He, angry that you were smug, and sometimes slipping back into his native tongue, rambling and spitting words.

You lift a leg and, resting your heel on the chair between his thighs, you prodded his bladder with your big toe.

“Take that away from me, you pathetic assistant,” he demanded.

He called you pathetic, but who was the one who was about to pee himself?

After that session, after you forced the urine to flow from his flaccid dick with your weight on the ball of your foot…Genji decided he had had enough. He had sobbed again. In the mirror after (he hadn’t meant to look up), he saw bloodshot eyes and a ruddy nose, streaming with snot like a child.

He spun around and stalked away from the sight.

Then it hit him how he could turn the tables. It was perfect. If you wanted him to piss, he would. But this time…on you while you were asleep.

The image had him tossing his modesty plate to the floor and pulling on his dick with his fist. He huffed and puffed, while the blood pounded in his cock. He came quickly into his hand and then decided when he would pay you a visit.

Genji waited in the shadows outside your door. He had to will his erection to soften before going in. He made quick work of the lock, as any trained ninja would. He slipped inside the door, sticking to a modest crouch as he moved.

A few blinks of his glowing eyes, and they adjusted to the total darkness of your quarters. He remained still, allowing silence to settle and your even breathing to reveal itself. You were, indeed, asleep. He moved to your bed. Your mattress creaked alarmingly loud as he stepped on it.

Genji was standing above with his feet in either side of your ribcage. You slept soundly, unawares, and on your back with your arms splayed near your head.

He gazed down at you with a ghost of a smirk growing on his lips behind his mouth guard. His cock stirred again, and he had to spend another minute getting it to go soft again.

Genji unlatched his modesty plate and bent down to place it on the bed without disturbing the mattress. He wanted both hands as he aimed his dick at your chest.

It was disgusting, what he was doing. Lewd. But it was no worse than what you had done to him. And twice, too. In his defence, he was about to pay you back only once. He gripped his soft dick in his fingers and released a stream of urine, which pattered softly on your pajama-covered chest. Not pissing too hard, in case it went everywhere. No, he wanted it only on you. So you would wake up in a smelly puddle of his piss. Try explaining that to your boss when you’re late to work.

Genji had to halt the stream when he started to get hard again.

You hadn’t stirred at all, so he thought he would jack off onto you next. He shuffled his feet an inch to get a better footing. He beat his dick hard and fast, not wanting to stick around for too long.

The dizzying pressure rose fast in his lower belly. He prayed the rapid, wet schlicks of him pulling on his cock didn’t rouse you, because he couldn’t stop. A small groan slipped out he climaxed. The thick strings of semen landed on your upper chest.

The orgasm cleared his mind, and he gathered his modesty plate quickly to leave. His cock pulsed weakly, asking for another round as he left with the knowledge that you were going to wake up covered in his wet and sticky filth.

Imagine being Blackwatch’s sex slave though?? Like they have you tied up and gagged in a particular room on the base and throughout the day they all take turns releasing their anger and frustration out on you. They would all be super rough and not give any fucks about if it hurts you or you don’t want it, it only turns them on more. Also if they’re feeling like it they’ll all take you at the same time. Like hot damn I can’t be the only one who would sign up for that with no hesitation.

1800areyouslapping:

The boys celebrate their missions well done, or even their mission that was far less than easy by disappearing into a special part of Blackwatch base, drinking, and fucking you senseless. They don’t even bother talking to you. Just treat you like a set of holes they can fuck their dicks into. And if they do talk to you it’s just so they can tell you how much of a fucking slut you are, a bitch made for taking cum. They’ll use you to tears and then use you some more because the only thing that matters is their satisfaction.

HOT DAMN IS RIGHT!!! asdlkjaldkass

shes-claws-deep:

Embarrassing sex stories with Gabriel, McCree, Jack, and Genji

Gabriel

It’s been ages since Gabriel has touched you, and he’s practically devouring you upon the desk in his office. He couldn’t summon the effort to drag you to your shared rooms. Hungry for your touch, he pins your hips against his and whispers desperately against your skin.

The two of you work yourselves into a frenzy and Gabriel reaches into a drawer to grab a few condoms. He tears one open with his teeth and moves to snatch it out of the packaging when it slips out and it falls onto the office floor.

You stare at it, then at him. Gabriel stares and shrugs, then he reaches for another one. He rips it normally this time, eyes squinted in concentration, but he squeezes the bottom too hard and it pops out and onto the ground. Again.

You’re laughing too hard and he’s too exasperated to try again and the both of you go to bed.

It’s something you laugh at for a long time to come, and he decides to get you birth control so he can avoid opening condoms again.

McCree

He’s fucking you hard and rough in the shower, pinning you against the wall with your legs thrown over his arms. Jesse’s panting and marking you up as he pulls his hips back, the head of his cock resting against your entrance before thrusting back in. his bite makes you writhe in his arms, moving away from his cock unconsciously just as he pistons his hips forward.

The head of his dick impacts the cold tile wall and Jesse swore it took off an inch before his member bent painfully in half. Immediately, he dropped to his knees and croaked in pain, his face turning red and his cock purple.

You scramble to your feet and hurry him to Angela after throwing some robes on. She heals him up all the while scolding the two of you for being so careless and trying to stifle her giggles at the same time.

Jesse’s so mortified he can’t even look at you without turning red, but he can’t run seeing as he’s still hobbling from the pain.

Jack

The one time you told him to be more commanding with you, Jack took it rather seriously.

“Strip, soldier!” he barks and you jump, body snapping to attention. A quip of ‘Sir, yes sir’ in an equally militaristic fashion almost escaped your lips from instinct alone, but you managed to curb it and throw your clothes off in a frenzy.

It was going well, save for that hiccup, at least until you were sucking him off with your back to the wall. “Watch your head!” he snarled and pulled back his hips, about to stuff himself down your throat when you dive to the ground, hands covering your head as though protecting it from shrapnel.

There was silence then, and Jack finally piped up when you buried your face into the carpet and refused to get up. “Maybe we, uh, shouldn’t do this commanding thing in the bedroom,” his voice is sheepish as he peels you off the floor.

You mumble a near unintelligible reply in turn, sticking your head into his chest as he gathers your jelly-like body into his arms.

Genji

It’s his first time after getting his new body, and the two of you sit on his bed feeling each other. Your hands tangle into his hair as you kissed him hungrily, but stop when his pained hiss interrupts you. Turns out some of the cables at the back of his head wound around your wrists and pulled when you moved.

You apologise and continue, until you reach his crotch and stop in your tracks. There is no visible seam or latch to remove it, and Genji has told you in the past that his genitals are fairly intact. You stare at his crotch, fingers dancing over his hips and between his legs, but come up with absolutely nothing.

He takes pity on you and reach for the near invisible latch near the bottom of his pelvis and pulls. Freezes, then pulls again. His eyes widen and he curves his head down to see why it wasn’t unlatching.

You put your head down there too to see if you could help. In the end, you two spend almost fifteen minutes trying and failing to open it before you give up and run to Angela.

It turns out that Genji just had to think about popping the latch and it would come loose. The sweet ninja couldn’t meet your eyes for the longest time, and both you and Angela can’t stop giggling whenever you see him.

The Wet Dragon

Genji burned you with a molten stare, red eyes framed by his face guard. His full bladder was uncomfortable. When added to the various phantom pains, the soreness of numerous recent surgeries, and the random noises from his new body parts, he was on edge.

But you held the remote and therefore, were not afraid. You don’t know why Moira made a remote for this, but you enjoyed it too much to ask. The thick wires sprouting out of the back of his head stopped him from going far. From ripping himself from his seat and springing forward to wrestle you for the remote. The wires were firmly attached to the diagnostic machinery of the chair.

Genji drummed his human fingers on the armrest. Slowly. He dipped his chin a couple inches, heating his stare further.

“All I said was, be careful,” Reyes said, sitting on the counter behind you. “If you burst his bladder, and we have to install a new one, Captain Amari is gonna be on my ass.” He leaned forward. “Do you know why?”

“Why, Commander?”

“Because we’ll be over budget. Again.”

You swivelled around in your office to look at him.

“Maybe if you didn’t import so much carne asada from California, you wouldn’t spend so much.”

“What do you know about comfort food, huh?” he asked, landing on his feet.

“You’re half-black. Import some fried chicken, instead for once.”

Reyes tutted.

“Why do I have to appeal to one half? Why not both?” He paused for effect, lowering his voice. “You know what I should get?”

“What?”

“Watermelon.”

You laughed. He left the room, cackling down the hallway at his own joke.

You swivelled back around to face Genji. His chest expanded in a dramatic sigh.

You crossed your legs, pressing one of the buttons on the remote. It increased the fluids flowing into his body, also increasing the urine input into his artificial bladder.

Genji scootched back in his seat next, his knees caving inward. His eyes rolled upwards. He tried to not let his knees touch. A blush crawled up to the skin visible around his eyes.

“Need to go?”

Genji nodded rapidly. The wires clacked with the movement. You saw the pleading in the way his eye muscles contracted.

You shook your head slowly with fake sympathy on your face. He made a frustrated noise, balling his fists. He crossed his ankles.

You waited, swinging back and forth on the chair to amuse yourself. Genji slid a heel knife along the front of his other shin. You swung in time with the squealing metal on metal.

“Please.”

It was so quiet that you had to ask him to say it again.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

He growled.

“Please let me use the bathroom,” he spat through clenched teeth.

“I dunno. Your accent was heavy.” You spun all the way around, the wind pulling at your hair and clothes. “You might have to say it again.”

“You have no right to keep me here like this!” he yelled.

A drop of urine already leaked from the slit in his cock. His blush spread up his face and to where his ears used to be.

A few more drops leaked out, and he threw his head back with a low whine. You upped the fluid input one more time. The drops of urine turned into a stream. Genji finally shut his legs and folded forward as far as the wires let him. His head hung from them.

Your lips curled into a half smirk. A yellow puddle grew on Genji’s seat under his tush.

“Modesty plate is not water-tight…good to know…”

Your fingers danced on the holo-console to your left, making notes. Genji trembled in the background.

“You have your data,” Genji said. His tone crept upward to a whine with each word. “Turn. It. Off.”

“Not yet.”

Genji whipped his head side-to-side. His thighs were clamped tightly together, clacking against each other as he shook. The stream of urine gushed. A few moments later, the tapping of drops on the tile reached your ears.

Drops also landed on his thighs. Tears, from his scrunched eyes. A pathetic sob shook his chest.

“Aaaaannnd there we go,” you said, pressing the button to stop the flow of extra fluids.