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Day 3 – Sensory Deprivation

You sat on top of Genji, your thighs hugging his waist. Your favourite place to be. This time you were playing with blindfolds. His wrists, of course, were tied to the bedposts with silk scarves. It was his promise that he wouldn’t pull them free that kept him tied down. It wasn’t much of a stretch to add a scarf around his eyes, as well.

Genji was the most obedient man. You leaned forward to ghost your lips along his cheeks. They flushed, but he didn’t move. Didn’t crane his neck to return the affection.

“Are you fine?”

“Mmm. I’m hard.”

You chuckled. “Already?”

You pecked his cheeks, his soft scars under your lips. His own lips twitched.

You pressed your mouth to his, proper. His hummed against you. Then he protested quietly when you pulled away.

“Nuh-uh, no complaining.”

“Sorry, Master,” he murmured.

“It’s okay. I know you’re a whiny boy when we do this.”

You ignored his huff with a smile and crawled backwards down his body. His hearing sensors were perked, listening for the bed creaking, the rustling of the sheets against your hands and knees. He wished he could feel your heat pass over his half-hard erection. Wanted to buck into you.

His dick was a loose curve, begging to be brought to full-stiffness. A little on the short side and thick. You made your home between his knees. Your fingers traced the maroon synthetic muscles on his inner thighs. His substantial, strong thighs, that made your mouth water. His legs twitched beneath your touch. So sensitive.

Your fingers finished their journey and ended up wrapped around his length. It filled out a little more in your hands. This was usually the time you would give him head, but you hesitated.

Only, he couldn’t see and wondered why.

“Master? I thought you were going to-”

You interrupted him with a light smack to his thigh.

“Sorry, Master.”

Seems losing his sight has made him impatient. You hesitated again to see if he’d learned his lesson this time. He was a smart boy; he should have.

Genji breathed deep breaths through his mouth but said nothing.

You licked the dark pink head of his cock. Genji made a sound between a moan and a whine, then bit his lip, worried that he had been a bad boy.

No noises made from pleasure are bad.

You dove down, shoving as much as of his length into your mouth as you could. Genji cried out with his voice going up in pitch, suddenly assaulted with a surge of pleasure. You continued that assault with your mouth, sucking on his poor, sensitive flesh, and bobbing up and down his cock.

His mouth formed a loose ‘o’, his lungs pumping out moans. His legs tensed, curling around your body on the mattress. His moans grew louder and louder.

You pulled off his cock before he got too far. He pressed his lips together to cut off his whine. You moved onto his lap. It was time to test how long he could last inside you.

I loved the bit you did for Hanzo with an s/o who loves kids! It was AMAZING!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️Is there any way you could do something similar for Genji?

overwatch-imagines-hell:

Sure!

  • Genji loves that you’re good with kids
  • He’s actually really good with kids himself 
  • You know what they say, he’s just a kid on the inside 
  • You guys are like another set of parents for your sister’s kids
  • The two of you take them everywhere 
  • You guys play all sorts of games with kids 
  • Genji loves playing tag or hide and go seek 
  • He lets the kids win though
  • It’s so cute to see him pretend to fall when he gets caught, he makes it so dramatic
  • He’s really happy that you like kids 
  • He’s in no rush to have any, but he would like to have some in the future if you’re willing 
  • From watching him around your sister’s kids, you can tell he’d make a great dad, and he feels the same way about you

First date headcanons for a reader Genji’s been pining after for a while?

readerwatch:

From here on out, I’m assuming that all requests are post-fall unless otherwise stated 😉

Genji

  • Everyone likes dinner dates, right? Of course, it’d have to be somewhere omnic-friendly; Everyone seems to mistake him as one anyways. It didn’t bother him, but he didn’t want any intolerant pests to ruin the special occasion.
  • You know the restaurant has to serve noodles of some sort- a Genji tradition.
  • First date does not equal first kiss. He knows better than in his younger years that paying for a date doesn’t mean he’s owed a kiss.
  • It’s not often that he gets self conscious about his appearance beneath his suit, but he can’t help being slightly concerned about what you think.
  • If you DO offer him a kiss, he’ll get all flustered. He hadn’t kissed someone in years. Would his scarred lips scare you off?
  • The entire date, he’s rather preoccupied with making sure it all goes well. You notice his incessant concern and reassure him that he needs to enjoy himself, too. It’s not just about you.

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.

Triplet

overdrivels:

At first, it was subtle.

One…two, three

You had barely noticed, waving when you caught Hanzo looking your direction, noting that his expression never quite changed–or at least, not in a way that you really understood–and he blinked three times at you before turning away. Your hand drops, a little disappointed but not surprised at the cold reception, and you go on your way.

One, two, three

“I love you,” you murmur in his ear, smoothing your hands over his shoulders to feel the way they flex and goosebumps rise from the heated skin. He opens his mouth and says nothing in return, a breath stuck in his throat that is released before it becomes a sound.

His hand, heavy yet shy upon your knee, taps out a slow beat of three.

“I know,” he says, but little more.

Onetwothree

Hanzo does not touch often, but you’ve soon realized when he does, it’s usually in sets of three. (You cannot say that you realized it on your own, and it takes a bit of secretive giggling from Tracer and Genji to realize the actions for what they are.)

On slope of your shoulder as he passes by, he gives you three quick but firm squeezes, leaving you staring after his back before mustering up your wits to shout after him, “I love you!” And you don’t quite care when Genji laughs himself into a wall or when Hanzo’s ears and the tips of his shoulder goes red.

One…two…three

The triplets don’t stop. Absentmindedly almost, as you both walk around town, you can feel his thumb running against the swell of your hips every few minutes. Hanzo’s expression does not really change–though there’s a softness about him that almost seems like he’s content–nor does he say anything. You say nothing either as you’re led onto the longer way back.

Onetwo…three

It finally sinks in properly when you kiss, three short, dragging pecks against your lips. Okay, maybe there were more than just three, but the meaning lingers wordlessly.

I love you.

This request is born of my frustration that there’s only OW animated porn for men! Especially male POV! Please can you write mun’s choice of OW boys with a fem s/o who wants to record a video of them fucking, with the s/o on top so it’s her POV? Which ones would be into it? Who would ham it up for the camera?

imagine-this-overwatch:

i feel u tho

I feel like McCree and Genji would be your best bets. 

I feel McCree would act out for the camera more, though, and really amp up that sexy cowboy persona. Genji would likely request that you keep his face out of the shot. Otherwise, he’d do a pretty good job sexing it up for the camera. He’d probably make an effort to really moan like a whore to make up for the lack of face. 

Being on camera gets McCree off pretty quick, whereas Genji still focuses on pleasuring you above all else. McCree kind of talks to you/fucks you like you ARE the camera and does what he does in order to please his audience rather than just you. For Genji, it’s just the usual sex, just with a camera thrown in so… yeah it’s that. 

tacticalvisor76:

a/n: even with my mood and health tanking hard i wanted to write something for good ol’ hissy baby omega genji/alpha reader. decided to write little short things since i couldn’t rightly focus on one thing. 

1. 

Teeth would nip at his throat, his wrist and his thighs, but never would those teeth break his flesh. You agreed to his terms, another Heat would be spent with him, to help him deal with his problem. But, those teeth must never pierce his flesh, tease and get his heart beating yes, but never to leave their mark on his flesh. 

Genji hates how much he wanted your teeth to mark him as their own. Mourning his bare, unmarked skin taking what little comfort he could from their lingering Scent that still remained in his room and clinging to his skin. 

2. 

Neither of them is sure when the subtle Scenting started, but once it was brought to Genji’s attention that both of you were doing it when you returned from a mission, an unknown Omega’s scent heavily rubbed into their clothes and skin. 

Genji felt himself bristle when he smelled it, before walking over to you and rubbing his own Scent over the other Omega’s. Not stopping until he was happy with how you smelled, like him and only him is when McCree chimed in that seeing him Scent you was really sweet of him to do. 

3. 

It started out with small things, things that you wouldn’t notice would be missing, but still drenched with enough of your Scent to comfort him when he was nearing his Heat’s. Something to keep them at bay while you were not here with him or if he just needed to feel like you were here with him. 

Eventually, his Nest grew, to the point where even Genji himself wanted to keep you in it. It amazed him how much just having you here next to him affected him, shaking him to his core so badly that night he clung to you, singing your praise and leaving his own marks on your skin. Only to mourn the lack of marks on his own skin when he woke up to keen loudly enough to wake you up and comfort him. 

Genji took what he could, being greedy with the attention and comfort you gave him. Knowing that this too, would end and he would have to face that truth. 

shes-claws-deep:

demialwrites:

imagine-this-overwatch:

Imagine you’re about to have sex for the first time with Genji, but he’s so nervous… so afraid his body will turn you off. Afraid he won’t please you. Afraid he’ll go back to the days of his youth—- He has so much anxiety, he realizes he can’t even get it up.

He’s extremely embarrassed and swears it’s not your fault! He just has so much on his mind… But it’s okay! You tell him you can wait until he feels more comfortable and he needs to be a little better at communicating his insecurities. Rather than having sex that night, the two of you just snuggle warmly in bed while you pepper his cheeks with kisses.

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. POOR BABY!!

He’s humiliated. And not in a
good way.

In all his years he never wished
he could get an erection harder than he does now. He avoids your gaze and
glares down at his flaccid cock, looking embarrassingly tiny against his armour
and the dark synthetic flesh of his inner thigh. Faintly, he quips about how he’s
a grower and not a shower, trying so very hard not to let his mortification
bleed through his devil-may-care tone.

In his chest his heart freezes
and sits like a stone, dread coursing through him at your silence as you sit
between his legs on the bed. Though his lungs struggle to drag in air, he
forces himself to croak out that he’s sorry. It’s not your fault, it’s his –
his and his stupid issues that never seem to go away no matter how long his
wounds have had to heal. It’s been ten years but the imperfection of his flesh
and metal body still haunts him every time he looks down or in the mirror. Fuck,
he thought he got over it long ago but he supposes there are some things he
just can’t fix.

He rambles on, accent thickening
as he stumbles over his words. Eyes locked on your knees, he crosses his hands
over his crotch, mumbling again that he’s very sorry. He knows you’ve been
looking forward to being more intimate with him for a while. His brother was
right, he does ruin everything he touches, he-

His self-deprecating mental
tirade is halted in its tracks by your hand as it cups his cheek lovingly,
bringing his teary gaze up to your eyes that are full of understanding.

It’s okay. It’s really okay. He
doesn’t have to feel bad about something that he has no control over. You reassure
him gently and help him exchange his hands for his crotch guard, latching it in
place for him when his hands proved too shaky to do it himself. With slow
movements, you pull his head down to your shoulder and hug him securely, crooning
into his ear that he can take as much time as he needs to be comfortable with
his body around you. Rome wasn’t built in a day, after all. Baby steps, dear sparrow.
Baby steps.

Your embrace is like a warm
blanket for him, dousing his fear that you’d be disappointed in him. That’s the
last thing he ever wants to do. In his relief, he feels tears well up in his
eyes anew and he has to bury his face in your neck to stop you from seeing him
so weak. So vulnerable. But you don’t care that he’s crying a little into your
neck and soaking the collar of your shirt; in fact, you just pull him closer
and drag him into your lap so you can tangle your limbs together with his.

It doesn’t take him long to recover
from his mini-breakdown and to wrap his strong arms around your back to glue
himself to your smaller frame. He sighs into your skin and wipes the dampness
off with his hoodie, apologising softly for ruining your shirt.

Your laugh reassures him and
makes him smile. You murmur that he’s too cute for his own good and pepper kisses
all over his face and chin, stopping at his neck so you can rest your head on
his shoulder. A pout crosses his face and he pushes you down onto the mattress,
draping himself over you as he asks you if he’s always this cute or if this is
a good day for him.

The flurry of kisses to his
cheeks and lips are answer enough.

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this blog provided this lovely blank meme and I thought I’d use it for good

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