I write Reader-Insert smut and fluff about Overwatch characters (and some My Hero Academia). Genji is my favourite boy.
k the plot dictated I go for smut or male confrontation, and obviously I went for smut (sorry beebs). Hopefully it’s still somewhat what you had in mind.
Pairing; Genji x Reader
Plot to Porn Ratio; So much pornz
Word count; 1370
Tags; Alley sex, jealousy, possession,
Summary; You figured Genji wouldn’t care for a second if your cousin was visiting. As it turned out, he cared very much.
Does anyone get tired of sex with Genji in an alley? I sure don’t. Well written!!! Hot!!
Genji’s father called you both in for another one of his ‘meetings.’ It was the just the three of you. Normally, Mr. Sojiro Shimada treated you casually. Just asked you to take care of his wild and wicked son. Genji rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. You answered the elder man with the respect deserving of his position, bowing to him when appropriate and calling him by the appropriate title. It seemed to keep him happy, yet you always left light-headed and highly strung, as if you had just escaped with your life.
The latest one was different. Not just because you recently discovered you were pregnant. You hadn’t told anyone yet. You sucked in your tummy and wrung the hem of your shirt tightly in your hands. Mr. Sojiro was more jubilant than usual. He floored you by announcing that it was time for you and Genji to move in together, and maybe plan to get married. You both left the meeting with even Genji expressing that he didn’t see that coming.
You went along with it, deciding to go see this new house Mr. Shimada bought for you both, and tell Genji your news later.
The house itself was fully-furnished, and maids met you both at the door. You went inside to peer eagerly around you at everything. It was like a mini version of Mr. Shimada’s castle.
Then, the kitchen.
You opened the cupboards to find a wall of food staring back at you. Instant noodles, snacks, and dried noodles. Cans of fruit and vegetables. You went to the fridge next to confirm that, yes, there was meat, fresh vegetables, milk, and eggs in there. Just as full as the cupboards. Even boxes of mochi in the freezer.
“Oh, wow,” you said, awestruck. “There’s a lot of food in here.”
“Ha!” Genji laughed. “Good. You have been eating so much lately.”
“For your information,” you huffed at him, “I have gained weight, but it’s because I’m pregnant!”
Genji spluttered, finally speechless since you met him. It would have been really satisfying, had it not been about such a heavy subject. You turned your back to him to root around cupboards some more. Let him suffer a bit!
You stopped cold, pulling out a bottle of vitamins. On the front in large, thick letters read, “PRENATAL.”
Genji hissed an expletive from behind you, having also seen the bottle.
“Wait. Is that why we’re…?”
You turned to each other and stared with saucer-wide eyes. His father moved you two into this house because he knew you were pregnant before you told anyone. Scary.
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“Are you sure you want to do this?” Genji asks you for the eighth time as he kneels next to you on your bed, his visor has been thrown off and his armor is laying in a pile by the door. His lips are kiss reddened and his cheeks are just as flushed, his hair is disheveled from the number of times your hands have run through it. But despite the discomfort of his cock pressing against his codpiece and the fire in his eyes, he makes sure you’re comfortable.
AWWW THE COMFORTING ENDING GOT ME!! And no matter how many times I read or write playful Genji, I just love it. 💖💖💖 Good job, girl!!
You just returned home from a doctor’s appointment. Jesse was there to greet you, thankfully with no cigarillo lit at the moment.
“So how’d it go?” he asked as you walked past him to the kitchen.
“Fine.”
“Jus’ fine? Doc say anything else?”
Jesse followed you, watching you gathered the necessarily things to make yourself coffee. You kept your back to him.
“I’m fine! Perfectly healthy.”
“Ehhhhh, I get the feelin’ you’re hiding somethin’.”
“What could I be hiding?” you asked, getting out some decaf grounds from the cupboards.
“Ah dunno.”
“Look, I have a present for you,” you said, handing him a small plastic shopping bag.
He took it, but he glanced up at your face, feeling that you were distracting him from the current topic with this present. He opened the bag and fished out a book. He squinted at the cover.
“Big Book of…Dad Jokes?”
“I figured you better get your dad jokes ready,” you told him.
You patted your stomach and grinned wide.
Jesse finally understood. A grin slowly spread across his face, as well. He took a wide step forward to gather you into a tight hug. Jesse was unusually silent, just holding you. You expected him to pick you up and spin you about, but no. Then he started to tremble.
“Baby? Are you-are you crying?”
He sniffled and said, “Maybe.”
“Awwww,” you murmured, rubbing his back lightly.
“J-just never thought this w-would happen,” he sobbed.
You let him cry it out on your shoulder, still rubbing his back. After he was done, he promised with a wink to make you regret buying the book.
lemme just write this real quick bullshit for u b/c i was already thinkin about it before i got this ask (so if errors, too bad my dude)
“It’s hot!!” you whine loudly.
“You’re hot,” Genji purrs, slipping a hand under your thin shirt. He can’t help himself; you look so good in those jean shorts and that skimpy top.
You’d shove him away, but his cool, metal hand feels great on your skin. The heat is melting your brain, so he talks you into following him (with increasing contact with his cold body) into a shaded alley. One with cool, dark red, brick walls to lean against. But Genji doesn’t let you. Oh, no.
No, he pulls away the plate covering his crotch, a string of precum connecting it to the head of his cock. You hum in pleasant surprise. Genji pulls you close with arms around your waist and the plate in one hand. He slides his cock between your legs, hardening from the contact with your soft skin. He pulls your leg up around his hip and holds it there. Then he works his cock up into your shorts leg and past your panties.
It’s a tight fit, only enough for him to fit inside you and not much else. You hide your face in his neck, swearing softly. But you never told him to stop.
“I bet you want someone to find us. You’re filthy,” Genji whispers, rocking his hips ever so slightly.
You gasp and hold him tightly.
“Stop?” he asks.
“No.”
Genji works his way up to short, punctuating thrusts up into your tight heat, with a few seconds space in between. He enjoys your yelps into his neck. He’s wearing a open-mouth grin behind his mask, panting. The space between thrusts steadily decreases, and your volume increases inversely. The little shit tries to shush you, but you can’t tell him off at the moment. You can only hang on for the ride, digging your fingers and thumbs into the crevices of his waist.
Your last bit of reasoning suggests you shove his scarf in your mouth to muffle your whines, so you do. You forget about the semi-public space you’re in, and he fucks you until you cum on his cock. Then he lets himself spurt up into you.
You two remain like that. Your legs are tired, but you cling to him. You’re worried if he slips out, a mess will slip down onto your inner thighs. He will eventually from going soft, but you stay like this for now.
He sighs happily, rocking your body side-to-side.
“You’re such a good fuck,” he says.
The normally eloquent man sometimes surprises you with offensive language, so you slap his back for it (and everything else that he did to you), and grumble “Fuck you,” around the scarf still in your mouth.
I made a mistake and filled a request no one asked for. This is “I’m pregnant,” with Young Genji.
This baby might be a good thing or a bad thing. You’re very aware of Genji’s past before he married you. How he hopped from bed to bed and never let anyone tie him down. Then his brother gave him an ultimative, settle down or lose any benefits from being in the clan. Essentially, be kicked out and have to fend for himself. Long story short, Genji did kind of leave, and he doesn’t have to fend for himself. He also is letting his green hair grow out.
He married you, and any free moment he gets, he spends it with you, away from the clan. So far, Hanzo has accepted this arrangement of Genji having one foot in the clan and one foot in your shared home. Genji has never behaved so well.
As if on autopilot, you made Genji’s favourite meal for when he came home from work. It was pancakes, for after a stressful night skulking in the shadows around Hanamura. Or something. You don’t know the details, and you don’t ask.
Having finished his breakfast, Genji surprised you out of your worried daze with a kiss just below your ear.
“You look serious.”
You gazed at him, trying to decide how to tell him you were a month and a half pregnant with his baby.
“You look scared,” Genji chuckled. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
You just went for it.
“I’m pregnant,” you murmured.
His eyes went wide like you expected. Then instead of looking horrified, he smiled. So happily.
“This is perfect! This the perfect excuse to spend more time away from the clan! With you,” he said, taking your hand.
You pulled it away.
“A baby is not an excuse, Genji!”
Genji looked slapped in the face by your words. He got down on his knees and rested his chin on your thigh.
“I know. Let me try. Let me prove to you that you can count on me.”
This was a surprise. You thought the roles would be reversed. That you’d be begging him to stay. That he would hate being chained to you and finally run off. You gazed softly down at him and caressed his cheek.
“Of course, Genji.”
He pulled you in for a kiss and then jumped up.
“I am going to tell Hanzo right now!”
“I’m pregnant.”
Those two words drove Genji away. And into a rage, you learned later. Tore up a training room, costing Overwatch a tidy sum. He hurt no one but his own cybernetics, thankfully, and gave himself a new tiny scar just below his right eye. Hearing that detail hurt you the most.
Commander Reyes kept you separated after that. He sat you down in his office and explained that Dr Ziegler was cramming psychology courses in her free time (you were taken aback that she had any free time at all) in order to get through to Genji and convince him the world wasn’t coming to an end. He trusted her the most besides you, and bringing an outside shrink in to deal with him might not be the best course of action.
It was of course upsetting, but you had a baby on the way. You sucked it up and went to work at the desk job Blackwatch gave you. You gave birth to a baby girl, and you hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Genji the whole time.
He did show up, tentatively approaching, at baby Sophie’s six month mark. He looked different. Gone was the angry red and black. He was covered in silver and white and maroon. You couldn’t see his face. He promptly removed the mask covering his eyes and asked if he could see her. You were holding her, so he came up beside you to get a look at her face.
“She’s beautiful,” he said in awe.
You smiled at that, and his posture relaxed.
“She has both our best features,” Genji continued, giving her tiny nose barely a poke with the pad of his finger. He sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately, that means I’m going to have to murder every man on the planet.”
Heck yeah! Jesse dealing with mood-swings like a sweetie:
“Honey, yer pregnant. That’s all baby. You look beautiful.”
“Mhmm,” was all you would reply, and you threw another piece of clothing to the floor. You went back to digging through your closet, but you knew you wouldn’t find anything. Currently, you were in your skivvies.
“Let’s just go get ya some new dresses. Real pretty.”
“No,” you insisted, shaking your head, “Not again. We spent all this money…”
“Pumpkin, you have to,” Jesse softly pleaded with you. He walked towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. He patted your rounded stomach. “You can’t go everywhere buck naked. As much as I would like,” he added under his breath.
You had happily bought maternity clothes months ago. Today, they no longer fit. You grew bigger than anticipated for your first pregnancy. You were frustrated. You felt fat. That if the clothes didn’t fit, there was something wrong with you.
Jesse knew this was nonsense, and he was amused at how fussy you were being. He rocked you gently as you huffed. He tickled you with his beard, one of the tricks he used to get you to laugh and smile. Instead you stepped out of his embrace and spun to face him.
“Are you calling me ‘pumpkin’ because I’m shaped like one?” you demanded to know.
He put up hands defensively.
“Now, that’s the hormones talkin’.”
You looked down and frowned at yourself.
“That’s true,” you huffed. “I’m sorry, Jesse!”
You came back into his arms, about to cry, and feeling really bad.
“Hush, now. You think I can stay mad at you?”
I chose to go with Reaper. He’s my fave of the two.
“Hey,” you said.
“Hey,” Reaper replied.
“So…I have some news.”
“Yeah?”
“Babe, I’m pregnant.”
Reaper growled, “If you’re joking…”
The look you gave him made him instantly regret asking that. Reaper never thought that would happen. Ever. His brain squeaked to a halt.
Before his ‘death’ and subsequent joining of Talon, he and his lover had wanted to adopt. Assuming Gabriel was dead, he moved on. He got married to a woman and had his own child. Gabriel found out, believing he would never get the same chance. He was wrong. Here you were, showing him the positive pregnancy tests. Four of them. You knew he would be doubtful if you just brought one.
“…Babe. Babe, are you alright?”
He shooked his head slightly, jerked out of his thoughts by your voice.
“’M fine. In fact,” he said, dropping his voice low. He wrapped his arms around your hips and hoisted you over his shoulder. “You look fine, too.”
He chuckled seductively and walked you towards the bedroom. You wiggled and gently protested.
“I just want cuddles! The baby’s making me tired.”
Reaper stopped in his tracks and whispered, “Baby…” to himself coarsely, still in disbelief.
You patted at his back. You had to restart your boyfriend’s brain again before he would start walking again. You got your cuddles. In silence. Stunned silence. It was so cute how in awe Gabriel was. He slapped your hands away grumpily when you teased him about it, pulling at his cheeks. Which made you laugh.
Of course, honey! Enjoy! 🙂
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GENJI💚What’s funny is that as long as you’ve known him since black watch, you only ever seen his eyes.
💚 You day dream wondering what he looks like. His eyes are gorgeous. His voice is hot. It was just the mask. It was in the way.
💚 He gets very flustered when you touch him. You kiss his forehead instead.
💚 Turns away when you even try to touch his mask.
💚 “You won’t like it.” He says, obviously hurt. His whole body is scarred and put back together.
💚 “How are you so sure?” You ask, hurt as well. You loved him. And you wanted him to know that looks don’t matter.
💚 He doesn’t how you till, you’re hurt in battle.
💚 Angela was by your side, attending to your wound and Genji rushed over.
💚 “Is she okay?!”
💚 Angela nods, “She should be. She needs to rest. It’s too much on her.”
💚 “I’ll stay with her.” He does.
💚 You wake up to the feeling of lips pressed against your forehead.
💚 You blink your eyes, seeing Genji. Without his mask. Scars painted over his face. /Perfect/ scars.
💚 “You’re okay.” He says, smiling. You /grin/
💚 “You’re not so bad yourself.” You laugh softly. Cupping his cheek with a smile.♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡
REAPER🖤 Gets very aggressive if you even dare to reach for his mask.
🖤 Jerks away from you.
🖤 “What do you think you’re doing?” He would snap.
🖤 You frown, “I want to see.”
🖤 “No.”
🖤 He doesn’t mean to get rude. You know he doesn’t mean it. Honestly, his voice sounds… hurt.
🖤 The broken man would let you kiss his mask, hands and hug onto him.
🖤 But refuses to let you touch his mask
🖤 You catch him without it in accident.
🖤 He was taking a breather. The mission was long and it was hot outside.
🖤 You couldn’t help but look for him, you find him sitting alone, walking over only to see he mask sitting next to him.
🖤 “Gabe..?”
🖤 He snaps his head up, his face, worn from age but scars from battle. You didn’t mind. You don’t care what he looked like.
🖤 He looked perfect.
🖤 “What are you looking at?” He asks, now getting annoyed. He knew you were going to think he was hideous.
🖤 You just smile, sitting down and leaning in, kissing his lips finally.♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡
SOLDIER: 76💙 Would be sincere about it.
💙 “You wouldn’t like what you’d see.”
💙 “I’m not the best looking guy.”
💙 “War ruined me.”
💙 You’d roll your eyes every time. Reassuring him you don’t care what he looks like.
💙 You’d jokingly reach for it, only for him to grab your hands. You’d grin.
💙 It’d be a every day thing. Constantly trying to see.
💙 Trying to catch him
💙 Nothing worked.
💙 You finally reach up one more time on the way to a mission, you two alone.
💙 He doesn’t stop you.
💙 It makes you hesitate, and you pause
💙 “You won’t like me.”
💙 You shake your head, and take off the visor slowly.
💙 You see the scars, frown and dark circles.
💙 “Jack, I love you.”
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