YOU REALLY SHOULDN’T HAVE REQUESTED THIS BECAUSE NOW I’M GOING ALL OUT ON IT!
Genji was incredibly nervous. No, incredibly nervous doesn’t describe this. Genji was absolutely downright terrified. The only time he ever got called to the couch to talk about something was when he was in huge trouble, and now that you had something you needed to bring to his attention (again) he was practically shaking underneath his mask. However, for being in trouble you sure did lack an angry expression. You looked happy– almost excited– and it was sending him all sorts of mixed signals.
You present Genji with a wrapped box and he was already about to tear into it, knowing how much your boyfriend loves presents. You place your warm hand on top of his cold ones to stop him from going any further.
“Mask off!” You demand with a smile.
He does as he’s told and removes his mask. Your smile widens into a grin when your eyes meet the scarred face you just so happened to fall in love with. Even the fangs and protruding teeth were all just something to enjoy about him– and now, you’re going to be seeing them a lot more often. That is, if your child carries Genji’s Oni traits. Regardless, just knowing you were having his child was enough for you.
You now let Genji tear into the box with a force of a thousand suns. The first thing that he sees is a small, white stick… in fact, it’s the only thing that he sees. He’s careful to pick it up with his sharpened nails and he glances over the surface. Two little lines draw themselves across a digital surface. To the left, it reads “pregnant” and “not pregnant”.
It takes only a moment to put two and two together. Then he starts to smile an incredibly fanged grin.
“The baby? Is it mine?” Genji asks.
“Well, you’re the only person who I’ve been… never mind. Yes, the baby is yours!” You meet his enthusiasm.
“It’s my baby?!” Genji asks again.
“Yes, Genji! It’s your baby!”
The Oni tackles you to the couch cushions with tears beginning to form in his white eyes. Even Soba, who was not fond of most children out of fear, was absolutely ecstatic to hear the news.
“Be careful with my stomach!” You remind him.
Genji shifts his weight almost instantaneously. Soba curls around your stomach protectively as Oni places a sprawled out hand across the fabric of your shirt.
“Mine.” Genji smiles. “No. Ours.”
You place a soft kiss to his cold lips.
“Ours.” You repeat.
He knows how much it sucks to be unable to use a limb, but he’s never spent a month bedridden before. When he was recovering from his amputation, he went stir crazy in the hospital and that was for two weeks!
So Jesse begs Angela to let you out for a while. Since it’s only a broken leg and not an open or healing wound, she allows it, but only if you’re in a wheelchair. You’re so desperate for any opportunity to get out that you agree, not caring that you’d spend the entire time in a chair.
He takes you to the mess hall to get some food, then brings you outside so you can get some fresh air. It visibly improves your mood and he beams at you, finding you two a nice spot to sit at.
A rebel as always, he cradles you gently in his arms and sets you next to him on the grass, drawing your casted leg into his lap so it stays elevated. All the painkillers that Angela pumped into you make this painless, and you hum in appreciation as the warm Gibraltar breeze tousles your hair.
He doodles on your cast and cracks stupid jokes and lame pickup lines to make you laugh. Stories about Soldier and his nagging, Hanzo and his grumpiness, and all the shenanigans that the team got up to while you were stuck in bed. He’s careful not to mention missions or training for fear of making you more antsy and wishful to be back on your feet.
When you’re cleared to be on crutches, Jesse will cart you everywhere on his back instead of you hobbling around.
“I’m all the crutch you need, baby,” he winks at you and you punch his shoulder. You don’t even think that’s the correct phrasing, but it was the thought that counted.
Genji
Genji is very sympathetic as he spent a long time in a healing tank before being fitted with his cyborg pieces. He brings you treats that Angela allows him to carry in, and sneaks in more being her back. You’re not too sure how he does it as his armour leaves nothing to the imagination.
When you ask him, he just winks at you and wriggles his fingers.
“Why, ninja techniques of course!” (it’s actually the experience of sneaking snacks into a cinema without a bag or jacket)
He remembers that the body will ache when lying down for too long, and gives you a massage every night. If the pain gets too bad, he’ll run for Angela to increase the painkillers on the drip for you.
At night, he sneaks into your room to keep you company. Brings a holopad and some games so you can alleviate your boredom. If you’re not in pain, he’ll situate himself beside you on the bed and cuddle you close, massaging your back gently to ease the aches.
While on missions, he tries to nab souvenirs for you or remember funny incidents so he can recount them to you. Once, he spent a good chunk of time in a flower field to construct a bouquet for you, earning Soldier’s ire and Hana’s and Lucio’s eternal admiration. When he presents it to you, it’s a clumsy lump of red and white and yellow and pink, tied together with a bandage and you tear up because that was so sweet of him.
He gets scolded in the mess by Soldier the next day, but it was so worth it to see your smile.
Hi, lovely! ❤️ Since you didn’t specify an “era”, I’m writing this from the perspective of post-Overwatch, after he’s made peace with himself. Thank you so much for being patient while I finished this up. Hope you enjoy! NSFW below the cut!
Hanzo felt a blush crawl on his face when he saw you feed his two noodle dragons biscuits. Knowing they were a part of him made him fall in love with you even more! The dragons enjoyed being played with too!
They were sort of like your house pets now, you didn’t need cats or dogs, the dragons behaved like both. Hanzo was afraid you wouldn’t like them at first, especially because they can be mean to someone when they first meet them.
He kisses your forehead and briefly kisses your lips too! “I’m glad you like them, my cherry blossom.” He says and he could see the dragons poking you to get your attention, one of them even nipping you. He scolds them, but they just nip at his finger and try to get your attention. They want to play!
Genji
His dragon is a little bit derpy to be honest. Whenever it took on a corporeal form it would stick its tongue out at him and scurry off. He tried catching it, and he saw you start playing with it.
It just loved your attention, and you fed it chips! This little green noodle dragon made the most random sounds as you tried to tickle it. You weren’t sure if it was laughing at you or laughing because you were tickling it.
He ruffles your hair and he kisses you, placing his hands on your waist. “He can be annoying.” He says. “Who, You or the dragon?” You joke which he just rolls his eyes at. The dragon starts calling for your attention, making noises similar to howling as it reaches out and lightly scratches you. Even if it is technically a part of Genji, this noodle is definitely jealous.
I really like this! Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy these, and you don’t have to apologize, the more you guys send in the more of an idea I have of what to write.
Reaper
He doesn’t like talking about his scars and burn marks that littered his face from the accident. He feels unattractive because of them, which is why he prefers to wear his mask even if it’s just the two of you.
He loves you with all his heart, but the mask is a sensitive topic for him. You wouldn’t have to see the scars every time you look at him.
Kissing is difficult, and he only moves his mask aside a little bit just to reveal his lips.
When you tell him that he’s ‘the most handsome man in the world’ He just scoffs a little bit, but he appreciates what you tell him. He’s grateful to have you as his s/o.
As your relationship progresses, he slowly becomes more comfortable to take off the mask, especially if you keep reminding him every day that he’s very handsome and that you love him.
After about a year and a half, he’ll become more confident about his appearance, but that doesn’t mean he won’t wear the mask, the mask is a big part of him that he won’t just let go.He won’t think of himself as ugly anymore. And it’s all thanks to you!
Genji
He’s thankful that he’s alive, but he truly does believe that he’s really ugly under the mask. He doesn’t take it off, only if he has to brush his teeth or go to sleep.
He wears his face plate when going to sleep if he’s with you, but when he’s alone he makes sure to lock his door before going to sleep. He doesn’t want you to wake up to such an ugly sight.
Even after half a year of dating, he still refused to take off his mask. He only takes off his mouthpiece if he’s going to kiss you. The world is better off with his cyborg ‘face’ than his scar-covered real face.
You always tell him how handsome he was, and how much you loved him, scars and all. After weeks of you begging to remove his mask, he finally does. He’s scared you’ll go back on your words and break up with him, so he just stays silent as you run your fingers over a few scars near his eyes and his mouth.
You loved him even more after that, and he becomes more comfortable taking off his face plate now, but only around you. He loves it when you start kissing some of his scars too! Do that and he’ll be blushing madly.
He doesn’t sleep with his armor on anymore either, other than the essential components that keep him alive at least. He doesn’t want you uncomfortable cuddling against cold metal.
A yandere!Genji, BW!Genji, commission for Anonymous! You’re a reader with a scarred face. Genji sees himself in you, sees beauty where you see ugliness and is determined to make you see what he sees.
Non-con, More like heavy Dub-Con, Mirror Sex
Steam rolled out of your bathroom like movie smoke in a pinnacle, dramatic scene. Soft yellow light flooded across your small dorm. You stood fully naked. Inticing a rush of blood to leave his head and flood his crotch. The mad rush was quelled, but only slightly when you slipped on a robe and started towel drying your hair vigorously. When your armsgrew tired, you used the towel to clear out a circle of steam from the mirror and disappeared to hang the towel up. His mind races and his heart pounds against his ribcage until you come back.
Life is so much better, so much more livable when he has an eye on you.
Genji crept open your closet door a little more. He loomed and watched you fuss over your discontented face in the mirror. An explosion on a mission, a few months back now, left permanent damage on your left cheek. Scarred tissue blanketed your neck, caressed your clavicle. Mercy prescribed you a solvent that you had been applying religiously. When she gave it to you, she made no promises. Unfortunately, not even the prodigy doctor could get rid of scars; Genji intimately knew of that, first hand.
It was overwhelming, having to process what was about to happen. To cope, you had a laser-focus on your father. His face. His expression. The slightly pursed lips and intense stare into your eyes as the officiant spoke. You don’t remember what they looked like. You said the words Genji told you to. You barely got them out in your dream-like state. Then all of a sudden you were done, and you threw the officiant a quick smile in thanks as Genji led you back out. You tightened your grip around your now-husband’s hand. A glimmer of hope and a thrill at eloping after tossing your life aside made your stomach do an excited flip. You both got back on the plane to Japan.
Genji’s first choice was originally Nepal. The peaceful village at the foot of the mountain where he lodged with Zenyatta at one point. It was home to him. The villagers wouldn’t have judged. They would have helped. But he knew in his gut that wasn’t the best place for you. There wasn’t much in the way of medical facilities, and Japan was home for you. It used to be for him, too. It felt like a lifetime ago since he lived there.
Arriving at Narita Airport, Tokyo, he felt himself fall back down into the dark place he was in while part of Blackwatch. He felt judging eyes on him as he led you through the airport. He wished people wouldn’t stand so close as you collected your baggage. He almost lost it when the customs agent gave him hassle over his Nepali passport. He even wore clothing to look less suspicious, but it didn’t help.
He was clearly Japanese, why did he have one of those? the agent had wondered.
Genji bore this to get you inside the country. Once inside, he took you to a tourist hostel because it was cheap. He checked you in as husband and wife under a fake name. With Genji’s face mostly covered, no one could easily ascertain the age difference between you.
Genji had meagre savings. He spent most of his money keeping you fed. You fussed over his health. That he was obviously stressed, and you hadn’t seen him eat. Your hormones surged, and you tried to comfort him with quick and dirty blowjobs.
“Wives take care of their husbands,” you told him, pulling his dick out in the hostel room.
It’s not that your father didn’t want you to. He was just consumed with guilt that he did this to you. Got you pregnant. And he had to take you out of Overwatch just because he couldn’t keep his urges under control. But the way you furiously rubbed your clit while sucking his cock had him cumming so quickly. Your father bit down on his lip, keeping a lid on his groan. He did feel better after you swallowed, but he excused himself to buy a pack of cigarettes to further de-stress. Smoking was an old habit that he swore he would never start again. But here he was.
Your father had told you that he went out to eat. He promised he would get some food in him. You relaxed yourself by admiring the view of Tokyo. Genji picked a good hostel. The room was small, undecorated, but it was cute. It gave the impression of no wasted space with its two sets of simple bunkbeds, small sofa, and smaller table with chair. The outward-facing wall was itself an impressive window. The streets directly below were lined with stout, angular office buildings. Orange cranes were spread all over the city. Seems a lot of construction was being done. Skyscrapers jutted out against the sky in the distance. Night fell, and they were all lit up. It was amazing.
Genji returned, but he didn’t make a noise until he spoke your nickname, unconsciously using his ninja skills.
“‘Tousan?” you said, turning around. “Did you eat?”
“Yes.”
It was the truth. Still, his eyes were sunken, darting away every so often, looking for intruders that he knew weren’t there. The corners of his lips curled downward more sharply than before.
There was something unspeakably upsetting about it. You relied on your father for so much of your life lately. Love, sex, food, shelter. Comfort. You don’t know where you’d be if he couldn’t provide those things. Genji read your face before you could hide how you felt.
He took a step toward. “We will be fine.” He offered his hand. “Come on. Do you want to walk around a bit?”
You gave him a small smile and walked with him to the elevator. You chatted on the ride down about being back in Japan. How it felt familiar for you but still sorta weird.
“Oh! Let’s get sushi!” you exclaimed, when you got to the street.
Genji chuckled.
“Let me find some work first.”
“Sure, ‘Tousan.”
Your father wrapped his hand around the far side of your head to pull you in for a kiss on your cheek, giving you that tiny, uplifting thrill. My daddy loves me.
“Don’t let anyone hear you call me that,” he whispered.
Oh, right. You were supposed to be man and wife. But you took a step away and spun around, holding your arms out. “Who? There’s no one here.”
You had him there.
You were quiet, looking around at the tiny shops lining the street. Genji took the opportunity to pull his cigarettes from his pocket and light one.
“That was one habit I never picked up,” you said.
“Good girl,” he said, exhaling smoke out the side of his mouth.
“You’ll quit for the baby?”
He nodded.
“This is just until we find our footing.”
You nodded back.
“Hey,” you said after a minute of silence.
“Hmm?”
“Do you wear that, uhhh, cover,” you gestured to your lower body, “when you wear pants? Or do you go commando or whatever?”
“I am wearing it. Why?”
The end of the cigarette lit up orange as he inhaled through it.
“Maybe you shouldn’t…”
You walked closer, fell to your knees, and pawed at his thighs pleadingly.
“Can I suck it again? Daddy?”
Genji eyed you. He should have said no, but you just wanted to help. He shouldn’t push you away.
“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he said, while loosening the plate keeping his cock tucked away and safe. He pushed his pants down just enough.
His cock was half-hard already from your words. He held your chin and fed his cock into your hungry mouth. Your daddy saw the glaze come over your eyes and started to thrust lazily into your mouth, taking hard drags on the cigarette. Panting the smoke out his nose and pursed lips.
Genji’s public kink made this quick and easy. He made the face that signalled his end, and you eyed him triumphantly with the ego-boost one gets from victories over their parents. You swallowed his cum, then made a face, tongue hanging out. Gross. He chuckled and took you back to the hostel.
You couldn’t escape the smell of smoke within the confines of the elevator. You stepped away and lightly punched his arm. Then shook your hand, because that stung from hitting his armour.
“’Tousan, you stink.”
You expected a quip back, but he deflated and apologized softly. You raised your eyebrows.
“That’s all you got?”
He gave you a ghost of one of his usual smirks.
“I may be your husband, but I am also your father. It’s early bedtime for you, with no blowjobs for dinner.”
You giggled. “Really?” He really just said that?
“Really.”
“Alright, then,” you said, rolling your eyes.
Genji pulled you close as you left the elevator to head to the room.
“You seem to think that you can get away with much since we got here,” he growled quietly, but not terribly unkindly.
“’Tousan,” you whispered back meekly. “We don’t have to hide our relationship here,” you explained.
It was freeing. You’d been poor before. You could handle that. Hiding your true feelings was worse. He stopped you just in front of the hostel room door. He made you face him, looked into your eyes with his concerned, dark ones.
“We do have to hide. Tracking is one of the basic skills of an assassin. I am surprised your uncle hasn’t found us yet.” Genji unlocked the door and went inside, with you following. “In fact, we should move on tomorrow.”
“But-”
“No!” he all but yelled. Your father saw how dejected you looked. That was the closest he had come to yelling at you. “You don’t understand,” Genji continued. He hugged you to his body. “Sorry about the yelling. I’m stressed.”
The embrace blissfully stretched on and melted any stress from both your bodies. After a few minutes, you squeezed his waist.
“Daddy, you know what relieves stress…?”
He groaned.
“I raised a slut.”
You nodded wholeheartedly. “You did.” This was his fault.
He sighed. “What I must put up with…”
You got grins and aroused growls from your father when you suggested he take you pressed against the window. He discarded his crotch plate onto the carpet. His hips ground against your ass as you leaned with your forearms against the large window. You gazed at the city surrounding the hostel, lit up and alive in the night.
“I needed this,” he breathed. “You are right.”
Still grinding, his cool hands ran up and down your sides. They reached your breasts, squeezing them hard in big handfuls. Making your breathing heavy.
“Daddy, I needed this, too.
You needed that connection only created by lovemaking. A dick in your mouth isn’t the same as a dick in your cunt, not by far. With that, you took off your top and bra. Your father pulled down your bottoms and underwear, you stepping out of them. He ran his hands down your body one last time at the sight of you standing naked at the window for the whole city to see. Admiring the curves of your silhouette.
The warm, slick tip of his cock poked at your ass cheek.
"Daddy needs a favour,” he asked, gripping your hips. “I need you to take me without any prep.”
“Go ahead, Daddy.” You rubbed your ass back against his bobbing erection subserviently.
“I’ll go slow, My Beautiful.”
You looked back over your shoulder to watch the concentration as he spread your cheeks to fit the head just inside. The tip thrust shallowly in and out, getting you used to the stretch. You caught yourself from melting to the floor. Genji worked his way deeper inside you. You whined a bit from the stretch, but you made sure to mutter, “Don’t stop.”
Genji set a medium pace once he was satisfied with the depth he reached. Your expression was sleepy, listening to the gentle tap of his hips against your rear.
“I love you, Daddy. Don’t stop.”
Genji pulled your hips back, making you stand on tip-toes or fall. He was in love with your curves and nudity glowing in the light of the room against the darker backdrop of Tokyo.
“This is your new punishment. Stay standing until I’m done with you. Or if you cum first. I’m not a mean daddy.”
The window had multiple smudgy handprints on it from multiple attempts to find balance and also reach your clit. Your tense, shaky thighs were ready to give in, but you hadn’t finished yet.
“Daddy,” you pleaded, breath fogging the window in a small circle in front of your face.
“Cum, and we can stop, Beautiful.”
You groaned and let your forehead rest against the glass. How Genji could remain composed in such a situation, you didn’t know, and it wasn’t fair. It never was, but you loved it. Lived for this. Even if Ojisan found out, you’re not sure you could stop.
Genji pushed forward, wrapped his arms around your body, and thrust hard into your cunt. Your father finally showed how this was making him feel. A few low and husky moans escaped his chest before he slammed his mouth shut. Straining and gritting his teeth, “Come on, now, Beautiful Girl. It’s your bedtime.”
“No,” you squeaked.
He pushed you flush against the glass, pounding into you. His forehead rested against your shoulder. The sweat coating your body stuck you against the window. And lucky it did, too. Your feet and legs went to jelly, and your arms dangled at your sides.
“I…said…cum…”
You arched back against Genji’s body, tensing all over. He cried out as your cunt squeezed his length. His warm seed coated your insides, dribbled down a bit on your inner thighs.
You fell back onto his chest, and he caught you.
“That was better than usual,” he murmured. A few quiet, intimate moments passed before he helped you upright. “Bathtime!”
You gave that a long, drawn-out whine.
The baths were separated by sex, and you couldn’t go together. You got dressed and took a change of clothes with you to the bathing facilities. They had the more traditional way to wash yourself with the low stool and the bucket. You preferred the shower with a curtain to block out any stairs from the old ladies currently bathing. You didn’t need anyone to see the cum leaking out of you. You skipped the large, hot bath as well, assuming Genji would want you back to the room asap. The hot shower had been a such a relief, you almost cried. Heading back to the room, you could think of nothing else but going to bed.
Tomorrow, you had to leave the hostel and its pretty view. You took one last look at the bright, yellow-dotted office buildings. Everything was so far away. It made your current problems seem that way, as well.
If you’re experiencing difficulties in your life that could benefit from professional mental help and are open to religious teachings, he might steer you towards his master
If not, Genji might pester you gently with his own wisdom, whether you asked for it or not
He is competitive by nature, but also appreciates the value of teamwork. For example, if you prefer co-op mode or vs mode in video games, he’s up for either
He’s overall chill whether he loses or wins to you
But he may boast a bit (and perhaps roast you with a pun) if he wins
Feel free to express your extreme disappointment at his jokes, it won’t stop him he cannot be stopped
Genji also appreciates a friend that is as mellow as he is, but also up for trying new things or travelling
He has seen and done so many things and learned so much that it would be a turnoff for a friend to be a total stick-in-the-mud and narrow-minded
Speaking of, he would not get close to someone who was racist against omnics unless he thought their mind could be changed
He would absolutely love it if you travelled to Nepal with him to see the village in which he feels most at ease
You’d be a good friend if you respected when he had bad days and he declined to do certain things like go out or show his face in public. You coming over to chill inside sometimes would be great
He will return the favour if you needed that, too
Speaking of staying in, I could totally see him going to grab you guys takeout and back by travelling over the rooftops to avoid being seen
He just does that, it’s no big deal, your friend is just a ninja and a showoff even when no one’s watching
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