Genji’s Sweater

“Hi, Hanzo!” Genji called, exploding with cheer.

The cyborg waved his arms excitedly at his brother, who Genji spied walking past. He made sure his red, white, and green striped Christmas sweater was visible between his arms. Bright, oversized, and the ugliest piece of clothing Genji owned.

“I do not know you!” Hanzo yelled back, not stopping.

Genji giggled, covering his mouthguard with one hand.

“Why do you keep doing that?” you asked him.

“Because he hates it. Of course.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Of course,” you replied sarcastically.

Genji’s Pachimari Ch 3

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Genji was struck dumb by what you said. He was confused. Sure, he was fine with his body, but he assumed that people interested in him would be far and few between. Plus, now he was gaining weight. Surely you didn’t realize what you were getting yourself into. Genji unconsciously settled his weight on his feet back and away from you.

“Uhhh,” he stammered, because you were expecting an answer, for him to say something. But he didn’t have one just yet.

Your face fell more serious.

“Was I mistaken? Should I not have asked?”

“No, I-”

He stopped himself and looked down.

“You…you really want that? From me?”

You frowned at him in confusion.

“Of course I do. Why would I not?”

“Well, I am, you know,” Genji said, vaguely gesturing down at his body. You only looked more confused, “And the reason I asked you to bring my sweater–the reason I am missing this armour–is that all our time spent drinking tea and eating sweets,” he paused and closed his eyes, almost trembling from the shame, “has caused me to gain weight.”

“You-”

You frowned more deeply for a moment. Then you doubled over, laughing loudly. It echoed down the hallway.

“You think you’re fat? You?! Oh, my god.”

“It-it is not funny!” he protested, his hands balling into fists in his pockets.

“It is! You, fat!”

“I am not fat. I am getting fat.” He sounded pouty behind his faceplates.

“Your little tummy is cute,” you explained, getting a hold of yourself and straightening up to give him a big grin.

“It is?” he asked, his hands slipping out of the sweater pockets to cup his stomach. When Genji met your eyes, not that you could see them, he saw you were expecting an answer again.

“If you do not mind my body, metal and fat that it is,” you rolled your eyes at that, “I would be honoured to be your boyfriend.”

You almost jumped for joy where you stood. Instead, you jogged forward and gave him a quick peck on the side of his ‘face’. You lingered in his space and smiled at him.

“Can I touch it? The tummy?”

Genji stared back at you. You were close enough to see his eyes again. Maybe you went too far, asking to touch him. You were so excited, you’d forgotten he told you his skin was permanently damaged.

Then he unzipped his hoodie. The skin was bare up until the part with the green circle on his chest. On either side of his stomach was some black material. On this material lay the brown strips that made his sides. The skin itself wasn’t that bad. A few long scars here and there, and one more prominent one that cut diagonally up towards his left shoulder. Then the little pooch Genji was already embarrassed about. You caressed it with your fingertips. The surface was soft, from being protected all the time.

Genji fidgeted and zipped the hoodie back up. You blinked in surprise.

“Sorry. I am getting cold. I am unused to it.”

You said a quiet ‘oh’, and then suddenly perked up with an idea.

“You know what’s a good fix for that? Some hot tea!”

Genji held out his hand for you to take.

“Good idea.”

You grabbed his hand, and both of you walked back to his room.

requestin some genji foot appreciation- either by a gn reader or an equally appreciative hanzo

People encouraging my bullshit. @_@;;; So of course I banged this out real quick. I hope it’s gender neutral enough. Thanks for requesting this!

You thought you were getting through to the one known as Genji Shimada. A very human name for a mishmash of human and inhuman robotic parts. He was stuck in a hospital bed, again, fed up with it, and ignoring your attempts to get him to talk.

You tried to scoot forward on your seat on the bed, not very far, but Genji put his foot out, black with a white sole, to stop you. The sole of his foot hit you squarely in the crotch. You froze, remembering that no one had touched you sexually in a long while. Heat crawled up your cheeks, because this was an inappropriate time to get revved up.

Genji’s lower lids rose up, adding heat to his glare.

“Okay, okay,” you conceded, nodding, “I won’t come any closer.”

He lowered his chin, keeping his red eyes trained on you. You stayed put, and Genji kept his leg between you. But he didn’t flick his shurikens in and out of his hand in warning like last time. An improvement.

Genji was content you would respect the boundary he set. He started to take his foot away, and the sole pushed against you naturally with the movement.

“Fffuck,” you breathed, before you stopped yourself. Your faced heated further, embarrassed to be caught so sensitive.

You gasped and covered your mouth with your hands. You stared in horror at Genji. His wide eyes suggested he was shocked. Then his eyes flicked downward, and he pushed his foot against you again. Testing your reaction.

You bit your lip, and your eyebrows knitted together. Genji chuckled mischievously.

Then he began to work you in earnest, and you actually could see his thighs flexing with the effort.

You lost control of your body, melting over his leg. His lower lids rose up again, this time in a smirk you were sure.

“Heh,” you heard from him, and Genji pointed his foot, using the ball to rub you harder.

You looked up at him, begging him with your eyes to stop teasing you. You were met with his full face. He had removed his mouthguard while you were lost in ecstasy. Genji didn’t let up on his teasing, but instead leaned forward and took your face in both his hands. It distracted you for a mere moment to feel his cool cybernetic hand and his warm human hand. Then his warm and wet mouth was on yours.

You gladly went along with this new development, testing the soft surface of his lips and tongue with your mouth. You sucked at each other’s mouths, and you humped his foot unashamedly. But he turned it up a notch again, adding his clenching toes. He flexed all the parts of his prosthetic foot like a human foot. It was amazing. You whined into his mouth, but Genji overwhelmed you. He kneaded your crotch his foot until you came against it. He released you from the kiss, and you panted.

You were red in the face, for more than one reason. This man had made you cum with just his foot.

nox-imagines-overwatch:

Reaper x Reader Christmas.

Super hope you like this I’ve had this on my mind all month and I thought that you fellows would enjoy it.

He promised… He promised he’d be home already. You were sitting on your couch half asleep waiting for your boyfriend Gabriel. He was out on a mission smack dab in the middle of the holidays. (Thank you Akande) Gabriel promised he’d be home on Christmas Eve so that the two of you could spend the holiday together.

You tried to make out the numbers on the clock but all you could see was 11…50 something pm. Your sleepiness was getting the best of you. I mean you had already dozed off a few times but you wanted to be awake when Gabe got home.

But your brain didn’t care and you passed out.

“Y/N. Y/N.” You heard a soft gravely voice call. As you opened your eyes you saw Gabe kneeling to your level with his mask off.

“You made it.” You said with a sleepy smile.

“Come on I think you need to go to bed, Y/N.” He said as he lifted you off the couch and started off to your shared bedroom.

“Hey Gabe.”

“Yeah Y/N?”

“Merry Christmas.” You said as you reached up and placed a kiss on his face.

“Merry Christmas Y/N.”

~Nox

Hug Therapy Ch 13

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Today was the day that you were going to tell Genji the truth. It was strange that he didn’t bring up the subject before now. It wasn’t as strange to you that Zenyatta never brought it up. You assumed for obvious reasons that it wasn’t important to him. That partially helped, but mostly it let you stew over it for a longer period of time, making it more difficult to broach the subject. You really should have brought this up sooner. Now you were going to appear to be a coward.

You messaged Genji and asked him to come to your room. Today you were to own up to being asexual. He came promptly, which distressed you more than you appreciated, but you shouldn’t put this off any longer.

He entered, greeted you with a hug, and started wandering the room, looking at your personal things. Specifically, the pictures of your family. Maybe he was recalling the reunion. You sat on your bed and watched him, trying not to curl up into an anxious, defensive ball.

“Genji?”

“Yes?” he replied immediately, “Why do you sound terrified?” he laughed.

“Ummm, I have something to tell you.”

“Okay,” Genji said, more serious.

He sat next to you on the bed. That was supposed to convey to you that he was ready to listen. It made you tense up. You considered yourself broken, because you couldn’t fulfill a basic need in a relationship.

“Are you alright?”

You weren’t. But you had to tell him. In case he wanted out of this relationship. You owed him that after he was so good to you. You couldn’t look at him. The floor was better to look at; it didn’t have eyes and wasn’t capable of passing judgement. You wished you were blind, though. And deaf. And…maybe nonexistent. That would be easier than doing this.

“Genji, I’m…I’m asexual.”

“Oh!”

Genji sounded surprised.

“That explains,” he said.

“Explains what?”

You looked at him, your curiosity winning over your tense nerves.

“When you didn’t initiate sex, I thought you weren’t attracted to me.”

You placed your hand on his thigh.

“No! You are a beautiful man,” you said earnestly.

“Stooop,” he playfully begged, gently squeezing your hand, “I am so red under here.”

You reached out your arms towards Genji, and the two of you met in the space between you for a hug. When you parted, you had to ask.

“So you’re okay with this?” you frowned at him.

“My home is with a bunch of omnic monks on top of a mountain. Do you think sex is something I need to live?”

“Good point.”

Genji leaned back in to lay the forehead of his helm against the side of your head, causing warmth to bubble up inside you.

“I love you,” he said.

“You, too.”

“You know. I never understood the Japanese way of never saying that out loud. It was easy for me to drop that habit when I left.”

Your heart was buoyant, with the weight of admitting the truth having lifted. You also felt your relationship with Genji was more complete, now that you knew nothing was missing in the first place. You wrapped your arm around his waist and settled your hand in the dip it made.

“That makes me happy.”

Now that the hard part was over, you had the easier task of telling Zenyatta. It went more smoothly than even you expected. He accepted the information gracefully.

“And you’re not mad that I took so long to tell you this important thing?”

“I assumed you would share your thoughts on the matter when you were ready,” he stated evenly.

“Well, shit,” you replied, slapping your hand to your cheek, “I made a big deal out of nothing.”

You stared at each blankly, now that your task was over (at least, you assumed he mirrored your expression). You gently nudged your way into his lap, murmuring about having a long day. Zenyatta let you, resting a hand on your back.

Genji’s Pachimari Ch 2

Link to AO3 Page @watch-your-grammer you asked me to tag you in the last one! I remembered this time. XD

Genji stretched casually, and there it was again! Discomfort in his midsection. Maybe it was something he ate. Every new thing he tried was a coin flip on whether it would cause a gurgle in his tummy, or worse. He patted it, the rubbery pads on his fingers thudding dully against his armour. This was different than from the usual tummy trouble, so he had made an appointment with Dr. Ziegler right away.

Genji’s arm vibrated gently. His cheeks expanded into a small smile that reached his eyes. Cheeks that were cut with scars. He took his phone out of a small compartment in his forearm. His smile grew toothy when he saw the message was from you. Genji answered your initial message and then told you he would let you know how his appointment went.

“I’m sure it’s nothing serious,” Dr. Ziegler said, after he settled in at her office, “You’ve been taking good care of yourself for a while now.”

“Thank you, Angela.”

She was good at reassuring patients.

Genji removed his face plates and the back of his helm, as well. Dr. Ziegler plugged three wires into the back of Genji’s neck. They each slid in easily with a satisfying click. Once they were in, he bent his head to the side and combed his fingers through his messy black hair. The doctor walked over to one of the glowing, blue consoles to bring up the data on how Genji’s body was running.

“Hm,” was all she said.

“What is it?”

“Nothing…here,” the doctor answered, trailing off into thought.

She straightened up and looked over her shoulder, “Let’s try something else.”

Dr. Ziegler removed the wires and had Genji lay down.

“You may need to send it to Torbjorn to get it adjusted, anyway,” she explained, after she asked him to take off the piece of armour covering his stomach.

Similar scars cut across his stomach as on his face. The doctor hummed, staring down at it. She glanced up at his face, blushed a little, and hid a smile behind her hand.

“Genji?”

“Angela?”

“Didn’t you used to have a smaller stomach?”

His hand went instinctively to rest on his tummy under his belly button, where a trail of black hair, interrupted by a few more scars, lay.

“There’s no delicate way to put to this; I think you have gained weight.”

Genji’s dark eyes glanced away, as he went backwards in time in his mind. It made sense now. To pay him back, or so you insisted, you had been bringing him little cakes and pastries every time you had tea together. And you two met up almost every free day you had.

Genji’s turn to blush. The extra weight was a problem, but he really wished it weren’t. He wanted to do more with you, not less.

He left the appointment having appeased Dr. Ziegler with promises to cut back on unhealthy snacks. Genji went to Torbjorn and left the front piece of armour with him for an adjustment. Then he had an issue. He didn’t want to go around with his ‘fat’ stomach hanging for everyone to see. He called you.

You answered and agreed to bring him a sweater from his room. When you brought it to him, he quickly zipped it up to cover his bare skin. But not before you got a glance at his toned abs muscles. And a cute little bit of pudge around his belly button. Seems even someone like Genji has some fat. His stomach sadly disappeared beneath a dark grey zip-up hoodie, with fuzzy glowing circles of green peeking out of the fabric.

“I owe you one,” said Genji, relieved to be covered up again.

You nodded.

“Yup. You owe me a lot of favours, Genji,” you pointed out, a mischievous glint in your eye and a smile on your face.

“I do,” he replied sheepishly. He hid his hands in his sweater pockets.

“I thought of something that would cover all of those favours.”

“Oh?” Genji was nervous about that impish expression, but you’d been a good friend to him until now.

“Be my boyfriend,” you said, your smile softening into something more genuine.

Reader trying to get the shimada bros to get along better by taking them both to a ramen restaurant (platonic please)

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It was visibly tense between the pair of them, the foul mood growing even tenser when Genji removed his mask to eat. At the sight of the scars, Hanzo tensed up and immediately bristled at his brother.

A dark feeling began to grow in your chest at how horribly this had been going, hoping that your two friends would see each other a little better over a meal. Tears threatened to fall from your face but you blinked them aside and scarfed down the bowl in front of you.

You had just finished when Hanzo said something rude, you suddenly standing up and excusing yourself as you left. Grateful that you had to pay before for your food, you stood outside in the dark street with tears pouring down your face and you desperately tried to wipe them off.

You heard the two of them arriving behind you but you didn’t know if you could face them.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out, “I shouldn’t have done anything.”

One of them reached out for you but you were quickly gone, slipping away and shocking the two Ninjas that they lost track of you. Guilt welled up in the pair of them at the thought of you crying because of them, both unsure how to fix their own problems and the one they unintentionally gave you.

So I’ve had this idea but lack the skill and I love your writing so here we go. How would genji be with an s/o who just loves to see his face, touch his hair, caress his cheeks, etc.? Because I would kill for blizzard to put a skin in the game where it’s just him but his mask visor thingy is off.

alexiela73:

Aww thanks honey. I’ll see what I can do! Update: Its cute? Its kind of small? I love you? Please forgive

This was starting to bother you, you realized as you tried with all your might to focus on the movie in front of you. It was a new movie, too, one you’d wanted to see for awhile. A lot of your Overwatch friends had come for dinner and a movie together, and so far it was a lot of fun.

The only actual issue you were having was the fact that, well…you really wanted to pet your boyfriends hair. It was less of a want and almost a need, and it kind of surprised you how strong the urge was.

Genji Shimada was your cyborg boyfriend, and was probably the most handsome man alive, you thought with the barest smile. After a rough past, Genji was mostly made of machine but had a lot of human parts, including a scarred face. He’d say differently but in your mind, he was exquisite. He was perfect.

While you loved your boyfriend as a whole, you’d ended up with this unfortunate need to just touch his face or stroke his hair. It happened most of the time, but was usually controllable. You loved pressing kisses across his face…

Honestly, you weren’t sure why you felt the need to touch him so much, but you felt like it was your minds reaction to knowing he’d never really known a positive touch in his past.

With everyone here, you’d promised yourself that you’d manage to keep your hands to yourself. But Genji had decided to lay on the loveseat you both sat on, his legs dangling off the side and his head in your lap as you all watched the movie.

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you couldn’t help it when your eyes finally moved to him and began to study his features. Every scar was a story, and your hand trembled as you struggled to resist… would anyone really care?

The room was dark, and Lena and Hana sat on the ground, entirely engrossed in the movie. Lucio sat a foot or two away, in front of Reinhardt where he sat in a chair. Fareeha sat on the long couch with Angela and Jesse, all of them staring intently at the screen and eating popcorn. Surely…

Giving way to your urge, you felt better as your fingers touched silky soft strands of black locks. Sifting your fingers through his hair, you felt a release in your chest that eased as you studied him.

At the touch of your hand, you saw Genji rip his eyes from the screen to slowly turn his head up to watch you. There was a moment of hesitation before he smiled, and even in the dim light he was stunning. You loved those smiles, which had your heart beating a mile per hour.

“Hi,” Genji whispers, voice barely audible over the loud TV but you still hear him just fine. He didn’t seem bothered at all as you continued running your fingers through his hair, his eyes full of mischief.

Blushing a little, you smiled at him. “Hi,” you whispered, your hand sliding and your finger tips began to trace his lips slowly, which parted under your touch.

Genji slowly turned his head and kissed your palm, but remained undisturbed by your decision to continue to touch him. You knew it must be irritating sometimes, how difficult it could be to keep your hands off of him, but Genji never seemed to really mind, which was always a relief for you.

In fact, Genji almost seemed to bask in the glow of affection. And it wasn’t like he didn’t like taking his turn. He’d touch your hair, your lips, trace the contours of your face as if memorizing it again and again for the first time.

“I love you,” you whisper, your fingers gliding across the uneven edges of his scars, loving the feel of them. Once upon a time, those scars would have made him flinch if you touched them. Hell, at first he had a problem with you just looking at him.

Now…

“I love you,” Genji said softly, reaching up to cup the back of your head and pull you down into a soft, needy kiss that left you breathless. With an impish smile, he looked back at the TV after.

Face flushed, you caressed his cheek, deciding that was sufficient enough for you.