“I want you to record yourself masturbating and then you’re going to send it to me so I can decide if it’s good enough to put online. Now don’t disappoint me.” Your text reached his phone hours ago and he’s read it countless times, enough that it’s almost seared into his brain at this point.
Genji has performed for you many a time, often naked, sometimes with another participant, but always with you in the room. Now, he finds himself blushing with shame and…something else as he prostrates himself before the camera, arching his back in that way that he knows you love. With sinuous movements, he slides back to sit on his knees with his fists planted on the bed between his thighs.
“Master,” he whimpers.
The bell on his collar tinkles gently with every move he makes and he blushes hotly at the sound, at how he looks like to any viewer. Submissive, vulnerable, so eager to please and ready to be fucked into oblivion. He turns around and gets on all fours again and sticks out his ass, spreading his cheeks to reveal the jewel studded plug he has embedded in his slutty hole. It glistens with lube, shining in the bright light and drawing attention to his puffy ring.
“Mmm, master, my plug slides in so easily after you fucked me today,” Genji moans, teasing the sensitive skin with a light touch, feeling the ache from how hard you railed into him not an hour ago. “I wish I could keep myself open for you all the time, plugged up and ready to be used.”
His cock bobs when he slides down to brace his chest on the bed so he can reach back to jerk his cock with one hand and toy with the plug using the other. He gyrates to the deep thrum of the music he has playing in the background, stroking his cock to the beat and showing off how heavy his balls are and how the muscles on his ass and back flex as he starts to build his pleasure.
“Can I use the stroker, Master?” Panting and groaning interrupts him and he squirms, trying to gather his thoughts. “I’ve been such a good kitty, can I please?”
Lube quickly comes into play and so does a clear stroker, the angle of the camera and his body forcing him onto his back so there’s a clear view to his now glistening cock. The jewel of the plug bobs as his ass clenches on it with every stroke of the toy, the bumps and ridges and bristles easily taking him to the edge. Genji’s soft moans thank you and he spreads his legs wide into the air to display all of him.
“Oh, Master, I wish you could fuck me right now.” His hand is ceaseless in its pumping on his cock and his plug slips out accidentally from how hard he clenches on it. Genji slips it back in and fucks himself with it, whining for your touch and your monster dildo to fill him. “Mmm, you’ve trained me too well, Master. This little plug doesn’t do anything for me now. I want your cock so fucking bad, oh please fuck me!”
Bracing his legs on the bed, he starts to fuck up into the stroker and onto the plug like a madman, moaning and whimpering and sobbing for your permission to cum. But when it doesn’t, he cries out in frustration and stills his shaking hips forcefully, “Master, please let me cum! I’ll be such a good kitty, I swear. Haven’t I done a good job, Master? Oh please-”
And yet, the camera remains silent and Genji writhes on the bed with denied orgasm. He can’t cum, but he still has to try. He can’t disappoint you after all.
Tag: gender neutral reader
Blackwatch!Genji x Cyborg(disabled?)!Reader ½ SFW
You were always more comfortable in your uniform, the fabric thick and loose enough to sag comfortably around your legs as you work, the grease and ash smearing easily across the cloth. You were as comfortable in your jumpsuit as you were in your pajamas, the only difference being that your pajamas were usually covered in the junk food you snuck back into your room after lights out. It was easy to get lost in the maze of wiring and metallic finishes, especially when you could work on them whenever you wanted. Your own legs were something you’d created, not being satisfied with the chunky, awkward models you’d been given after the accident. You’d needed Angela’s help bolting the base to what was left of your leg and wiring it to your remaining nerve endings was quite a painful experience, but one well worth it when you learned to utilise your newfound liberation.
You didn’t wear shoes anymore, the bottoms of your feet now allowed you to magnetize to metal surfaces, as well as repel against them to ‘float.’ The leg that had been severed to the thigh now hid your blaster and the one that had been cut at the knee held your tools in secret compartments. Your body was now your tool and your legs had incredible strength behind them, allowing your to kick a wall down in one go and sprint faster than you ever dreamed of.
The machines off of your body were even more impressive, you’d designed Genji’s mechanical physique when he’d first come in to the program, built the original schematics for Angela’s staff, even rebuilt the majority of the fleet on your own… for fun. Of course, you’d rather spend your time in the belly of a machine than be a part of the diplomacy and stuffiness that was required for someone who was a part of Overwatch. And you happened to be a mechanic which gave you plenty of spaces to hide in the belly of the beast, literally.
“Y/N?” A deep voice calls, along with a ringing on the metal shell of the ship you’re currently squatting inside. This startles you enough to make you lose your balance, falling on your ass and dropping the o-ring pick in your hand in surprise. “Y/N…” You can hear the laughter in their voice as you scramble to get out of the hull on your hands and knees, wincing when a loose screw scratches your palm as you tumble to the hard concrete below the ship, yelping despite the fact you knew you were going to drop.
“Y/N!” It’s Jesse that helps you up, making this the third time he’s said your name.
“God, Jess. You really love to scare the shit out of me, huh?” The cowboy grins.
“Maybe he simply enjoys watching you fall onto your ass.” That wiped the smile right off of your face.
“Shimada.” Is your response, simply nodding to him as you hide your hands behind your back, shifting your weight uncomfortably and unable to meet his reflective eyes. He snorts and slides past you, being very careful not to touch you, this makes your heart clench.
After a moment, Jesse speaks. “Do ya hate him?”
“What? Jesus, no!” You hug yourself, wincing as the door to the docks slams shut behind Genji. “I-”
“Then why do ya never talk to him? He thinks ya hate him, the only time ya look at him is when you’re working on him.”
“I don’t know how to talk to him! He’s so proper and intense and I don’t want to mess anything up.”
“Darlin’ what could ya mess up? It ain’t like the two of ya are friends right now.”
“But I want to be friends, Jesse, I really really do.”
“As that why ya scramble back into yer mothership whenever he comes around?” He says, nudging his hat up his forehead.
“No, I just…”
“Go on, I know what yer gonna say, I just think ya need to hear it.” The pause after he stops talking is far too long.
“I like him and I want him to like me.”
“That’s a good start, now, ya think ya could talk to him next time we come ‘round?” He smiles and kisses your forehead like a brother would, you sigh and lean into his touch.
“What would I do without you, cow man.” Jesse pinches your side at that, laughing as you gasp and jerk away from him.
Please do a tiny drabble of the “I want you for my party’s entertainment” prompt with Mercy. Maybe she’s having a girl’s night
When you tell her that you want her for your party’s entertainment, Angela isn’t quite sure what to expect, but this is beyond her wildest dreams.
You have her kneeling in a corner, as bare as the day she was born, with her hands clasped demurely in her lap. Her situation, however, is anything but. Angela’s pretty mouth hangs open, tongue out, inviting guest after guest to poke and prod her as they desire. One individual slips his hands into her soft blonde hair and directs her to his throbbing cock, sinking himself into her warm mouth with a soft groan.
“Make sure you use that tongue of yours, my angel,” you call out from where you are seated upon your throne, enjoying the many masked guests who caress her silky skin amorously. One hauls her up onto her hands and knees and sticks their face into her now dripping pussy, and Angela moans into the crotch of the guest who now face fucks her.
Your promise from before springs into her mind then and she takes the cock deep into her throat at the memory. If she’s not swimming in semen and girlcum by the end of the night, you’ll let them use her ass the next time around. She shivers at the thought of having faceless men and women ravaging her ass as well as her other two holes – maybe that punishment won’t be so bad after all.
a/n: wanted to write some more kisses for the ow characters similar to this post, but with some different characters! hope that you enjoy the one’s i picked to write for.
Soldier 76:
Hesitant, lips shaking. Jack doesn’t feel like he deserves this, not after that’s happened he doesn’t believe that happiness is something he can have, but those hesitant, shaking lips are always gentle. To him, you are like Atlas, holding him above the water stopping him from drowning and showing him that even he deserves this. To feel loved, and to be loved in return.
Reaper:
Lips littered with scars, but warm and kind. Despite how he is, Reaper is still the same man he was before, Gabriel was still there. In how he looked into your eyes, how he kissed you, holding your face delicately in his hands as if you were made of glass. Will bury his feelings deep in his heart, to protect you and to protect himself, but he always gives you the sweetest of kisses.
McCree:
Tasting of the cigars he smokes, lips warm. A smirk graces his lips while he leans back in seeking out your lips once more, never able to get enough of your kisses he seeks them out wherever he can. May it be a quick kiss before the two of you go on a mission, in the middle of the hallway or even hiding behind his hat. You love kissing your cowboy, relishing in that familiar cigar smell that clings to his clothes and the taste of it on his lips.
Give me dominant but loving master genji and sub s/o
Warning: NSFW (I say as I write this at work)
Overwatch Masterlist
- He’ll go at a very rough and fast pace
- Will praise you a lot for good behaving
- Spanking
- Bites all over your body
- But kisses them later to sooth the marks he leaves on your body
- Pins or ties your hands so you can’t move or touch him
- Grips your waist firmly when he’s fucking you
- Sometimes grips your throat firmly as well, if you’re into it
- Snuggles and hair pats afterwards
could i please get the trope of “pass the salt daddy” for mccree, hanzo, gabe and soldier?
Jesse McCree
You sit at the dinner table with your parents and your
boyfriend, Jesse. He’s meeting them for the first time and you’re both a little
nervous. Jesse can come on a little strong at times and you just want your
parents to love him as much as you do. You’re eating the pasta that your mom
has cook but you think it’s missing something but the salt is across the table,
in between Jesse and your dad.Taking a quick drink of water and setting the glass back on
the table, you speak up. “Can you pass the salt Daddy?”“Sure thing, sugar,” both Jesse your father say, reaching
for the salt shaker. Their hands touch momentarily before your dad removes his
hand away violently. He looks mortified while Jesse looks rather amused.“Well ain’t this something,” your boyfriend chuckles. He
reaches over and hands you the salt. You’re not even sure if you still want it.
Hanzo ShimadaDinner with your parents and Hanzo is going great. You
decided to introduce him to them since you’re finally home after months out in
the field. Everything is going great and your father’s cooking tastes fantastic
as always. But you find it’s missing a bit of salt.You set your fork to the side of your plate and ask, “Daddy?
Can you pass me the salt shaker?”Your father and Hanzo’s hands touch as they both grab the
salt shaker. Hanzo immediately looks mortified while your dad chuckles at what
just happened.“Don’t worry Hanzo,” your dad grabs the salt and hands it to
you. You’re too ashamed to look at him in the eyes. “The same happened to me
with y/n’s father.”You’re not sure who feels more embarrassed, you or Hanzo. At
least your dad is amused by the situation.
Gabriel ReyesYou weren’t sure how dinner with your parents and Gabe was
going to go. Your boyfriend is a few years older than you and your parents want
nothing but the best for you. You’re quietly munching to your food as your
father and Gabe talk back and forth.You momentarily interrupt their conversation, so you can add
some salt to your dinner. “Daddy, can you please pass me the salt?”They both stop talking and reach for the salt shaker that’s
in between them. Gabe laughs at what has happened and you can’t tell if your
dad finds it just as hilarious or is angry. Either way, you can’t look at him.“I don’t think the first introduction is going so great, Cariño,”
Gabe teases.Only Gabriel could find the situation amusing and not at all
mortifying. Maybe a comet will strike your house and you won’t have to look
your parents in the eyes again.
Jack MorrisonYou’re dating the famous Strike Commander; Jack Morrison and
your mother couldn’t be prouder. Your father on the hand needs some convincing.
When your mom found out she insisted you bring Jack to dinner to persuade your
dad’s mind. So far, it’s going great.Now you’re all sitting at the table, quietly munching away
as the conversation has come to a loll. Breaking the silence, you ask, “Daddy,
can you please pass the salt?”Both Jack and your father go to grab it but stop with their
arms awkwardly in the air as they realize what has happened. Jack quickly
retracts his hand and places it behind his head, looking extremely embraced and
your father just looks pissed.Your dad grabs the salt, and slams it onto the table beside
you. “Now isn’t this an interesting first meeting.”You grab the salt shaker and try to ignore your father for
the moment, hoping the ground would just swallow you whole.-Mod Noelle
is hcs abt reader kneading gengu’s butt real good until he melts and is clearly enjoying it with lots of purrs nsfw enough? :>
a/n: first time writing something like this, so hopefully it’s good??? i think that i ended up making it nsfw-ish, so i wasn’t sure if i need to shove this under the cut or something so i put it under one jic.
aspdoasjdpaksd I love the idea of Genji wanting butt rubs!!! I need to come up with some excuse that cyborg Genji likes butt rubs 🤔🤔🤔
my husband and i like giving out naked rubs (because how else you gonna get to certain spots like the back and the upper thighs?!?!?), and some of our female friends ask for butt rubs. so imagine young!genji asking for a butt rub so it can lead to more, that slut. 😉
If it’s okay can I get headcanons of Brigitte falling for and asking out/dating her childhood friend fem reader like maybe they’re both children of overwatch members or something thanks so much btw I really appreciate!!!
This is such a cute prompt, that I’m dying on the inside.
Warnings: None
Overwatch Masterlist
- You were also the daughter of an Overwatch member
- And since you two are similar in age, you gravitated towards each other as children
- But as you two settled into adulthood, feelings started to change
- Brigitte started to look at you in a more romantic sense
- She’s very nervous and shy around you when it’s just the two of you
- Will tuck your hair out of your eyes because it’s in the way
- You both join Overwatch like your parents and one day she comes into your work space
- You’re excited to see her
- She asks you to dinner, which isn’t usual but it’s a bit fancier of a place than either of you normally go to
- She’s dressed up nice and she brings you flowers, Peruvian Lilies to be specific
- The two of you spend the entire night laughing and making jokes
- Really enjoying each other’s company, even in moments of silence
- At the end of the night she walks you back to your car
- She gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before asking you out
@overdrivels I didn’t find a submit button on your blog, so here this is. thanks so much for always bringing such great writing and so much positivity to my dash, happy holidays and here’s a cold stricken Hanzo for you
Hanzo likes winter, he hasn’t told you as much but you can assume by the
particularly good mood that strikes him as soon as the temperature starts to
drop. It’s probably that same good mood that lands him with a chill after he
gets caught underdressed during a snowfall.By the time he gets home that night he’s freezing to the touch and the
dragons seem restless under his skin, bumping into physicality –and half the
living room– almost as soon as he closes the door behind him. You manage to
coax him into a warm shower, dragons and all, while you make tea; and he spends
that first night with the covers all the way up to his nose, watching you
shiver beside him in your sleep.Morning brings the confirmation of a bad cold. His sinuses feel heavy,
blocked and aching and absolutely frustrating; a constant, annoying cough
shakes him ‘till he’s sore. So he spends most of the day inside, in a haze of
headache and exhaustion that does nothing but infuriate him.You bring him chicken soup with ginger and, in his state, it’s natural
that he’s quiet and distant, even snappy. He’s also aware that while natural,
it isn’t fair. He just hates the vulnerability of sickness, the fact that his
body is so embarrassingly human, that he has let you see him like this; the
proud heir to the Shimada, trained to take on the burdens of the entire clan
over his shoulders, can’t even stand up without getting headrush.
How about a request where Jesse, Genji and Gabriel’s (separately please) s/o is tending to any wounds they may have gotten during a mission.
If Injured:
Jesse McCree
- He was always one to show off if he felt like he had the upper hand, so naturally he was caught off guard by a rather devastating blow to his lower abdomen during a recon mission. He does his best to play it off, with how much it damaged him, and struggles keeping the blood contained within the wound when he returns.
- They were neither a medic nor field operative, so were incredibly concerned when he returned with a limp and makeshift gauze to “power through the pain”. They were unaware of the assault of him, and became even more concerned when he refused to elaborate on the details.
- As per custom, he was ordered to the medical bay to get himself patched up, which he did, (give or take a few complaints between you both) and was unable to join more missions until his recovery. It frustrated them because he was so eager to return on the field while at the same time ignoring his most recent wound.
- There were moments where he’d sulk about feeling useless, and would be rather restless when trying to sleep.
- Changing his bandages can go one of two ways: McCree insisting he does it himself and he does out of sheer stubbornness, or feeling embarrassed that they offer to help. Yes, he knows the bond they share and it means a great deal to him, but he dislikes having people worry about him.
- He has to bite onto something to prevent himself from grimacing in pain, especially when cleaning the wound with alcohol is involved.
- He shows his appreciation with soft, surprise kisses and promises he’ll ‘properly’ repay them once his wound has completely healed.
Gabriel Reyes
- They didn’t know about his injury until he returned to base with a bandaged arm, thigh, and black eye. He had a dislocated shoulder in addition to the other injures he sustained.
- Gabriel puts his own shoulder back in place, making his s/o wince at the sound, to which he laughs. Regardless, he double checks every inch of him to see if there was anything else they needed to assist him with.
- He wasn’t one to complain, so played it off as if it were nothing. If anything, he should know in his many years of military and combat experience to be more careful.
- The Commander feels bad when they repeatedly ask how he is feeling and if he needs to take time to recover, which he denies. “It’ll heal quickly, don’t worry. It’s really nothing to stress about.”
- During moments between the two of them, his s/o is very attentive and carefully changes the wraps and cleans the wounds when necessary. In truth, they keep a better track of his recovery better than he does because he shrugs so many things off. Reyes tries to dismiss medical concerns in regards to him for deeper reasons.
- When his s/o catches him trying to do more extensive work, or tense during everyday activities, he gets a firm reprimanding. Not that he doesn’t mind, he appreciates that they care so much.
- As they prepare new bandages for his wounds, he’ll peck them on the cheek. “Thanks.”
Genji Shimada
- When he received the wound he did, he grew increasingly upset at himself for both misreading enemy movement and causing them to worry. His right arm was completely destroyed and he needed an immediate replacement. As he is ambidextrous, he insisted he was still capable of fighting, but was ordered to withdraw, to which he bitterly complied.
- He prefers if he (albeit begrudgingly) goes to the cyberneticists of Blackwatch, considering his s/o does not know much of the extensiveness that is his new body.
- Still, they remain as supportive as they can be during this time. While Genji is not on the field, he feels helpless and is left with his thoughts, which overwhelm him in more was than one.
- There are many times where he avoids their gaze out of upset, and feels all the more disgusted with himself as they continue to offer their help with any forms of physical therapy while he recovers. It takes time, but he warms up to the idea of them helping over time, especially with physical therapy. Patience is everything.
- After he does get repaired, he will apologize in his own way for being distance – not verbally, necessarily, but through body language. He is incredibly grateful that you remain by him during the transition.
- They take his head in their hands and press their forehead to his, smiling softly. “I’ll be right here, next to you.”
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