Tag: genji x reader

Kitty Kompanion Ch 11

“Tired, Honey. Tired,” you complained to Genji.

He had returned with your food and to check on you, to give you support emotionally and physically. You were so tired that his armour was comfortable lean against.

The next few days, you were a milk-producing machine. You caught a precious hour, or less, of sleep before Genji, Torbjorn, or Angela passed you a crying baby to feed. They changed your kittens’ diapers and bathed them when needed. They were a godsend, but you found yourself wondering if you could breastfeed in your sleep.

Pretty soon Angela was encouraging you to leave the medical bay to get some air and start sleeping in your own quarters. You were against this, assuming the help you were getting would stop. You didn’t voice this, though. You fed the babies and got into a wheelchair with Genji at the ready. You were relieved he was still here. So relieved that you might cry.

“Everyone wants to see you,” he said.

He pushed the wheelchair into the hallway.

“They do?”

You were suspicious. You felt like shit and were convinced you looked like it. No way would anyone want to see your face right now.

You were proved very wrong when Lena nearly smacked into your chest for a hug. Genji took you to the mess hall, with Lena walking beside you. She chattered about how adorable your squishy little babies were (she wanted to squish them with hugs). Everyone who was a hugger obliged you with a tight one. You weren’t sure why, but it felt it had been ages since you saw them. Holding them all eased something deep inside.

“Winston and I had a good idea. He was going to tell you, but I’m excited and I want to tell you now.”

Genji was unusually bubbly for someone who was recently rescued from torture. You were still tired, so you just hummed in acknowledgment.

He explained that one of his missions was clearing possibly dormant bastions out of Eichinwalde, Germany. Genji pretended to get annoyed when you chuckled at his stumbling over the pronounciation of ‘Eichinwalde.’ It was so cute.

“Bend down so I can pinch your cheeks,” you said, reaching back.

“No,” he huffed, tail swishing.

Anyway, there was an old bunker there that was still in working condition. Generator and everything. Talon had hardly any activity in Germany.

“We could live in that bunker together, as a family,” he continued happily. “Winston agreed to give me paternal leave. The only stipulation is… we have to bring Hanzo.” His voice lowered at the end, as if admitting something that would upset you.

“W-what, why?”

“Hanzo is the one in trouble this time.” He was pleased about that. “I volunteered to help him heal. That way I could keep an eye on him.”

“Winston agreed to that?”

He had. When you saw Winston, he repeated what Genji said. And then some.

“You can decide if you want to return to the watchpoint with your children after Hanzo is ready to return to active duty.”

“Oh,” you said dumbly.

You had always assumed it would be a ‘it takes a village to raise a child’ type of situation. Raising kids at the watchpoint didn’t bother you. Especially with people like Torbjorn and Angela around. Having your own place was something else, and the idea hadn’t sunk in yet. You leaned towards Genji during a lull in the conversation.

“I was looking forward to seeing Winston trying to deal with two curious kiddies,” you whispered to him.

You could picture it, the twins climbing all over the gorilla and getting in his way. Asking him questions about everything. Genji grinned and gently pinched your side for being rude, making you jump. That stretched your stitches.

“Ow…ow…” You swiftly brought your hands up to hover over them, hissing and mentally willing away the pain.

Genji whined in distress, guilt-ridden over causing you pain. He joined you with his own hovering hands, and his tail whipped back and forth.

“Are you…alright?” Winston asked awkwardly.

“I’ll be fine,” you said curtly. You blushed. “Maybe we can think about this?”

He blinked.

“Of course!” he exclaimed. “I think it’s the best course of action to transfer you and your family to the bunker, but no one is making you go.”

Winston had effectively excused you, so Genji stood up and wheeled you back. But back to your shared room, not the medbay. You whined when he pushed you into an empty room.

“My babies…”

“I thought you wanted rest. They’re being taken care of.”

“Okay, but tomorrow, I’m gonna take care of them.”

You weren’t the most joyful mother. ‘Dutiful’ was the better word. Loving the kittens as best you could, considering how tired you were. You insisted on doing most of the work yourself. Maybe it was a mistake, but they were your babies. If someone else raised them, even for a few weeks, you might regret it. You didn’t want to miss anything. The next few weeks were a blur of diapers, screaming, dragging yourself out of bed, and trying to refuse Genji’s help.

Soon you did break down, cry, and accept his help.

“I just want to make love to you, but I’m so tired,” you sobbed pitifully as he held you. Even though he had been there every day, you missed him terribly. It was confusing and distressing for your tired mind.

“I know, I know,” he told you softly. He didn’t like to see you like this, but he also wanted to laugh. You got yourself into this mess.

You lay your head on his shoulder. Your arms dangled like you held a weight in each hand. Every cell in your body cried out for rest. But it was almost time to change Sae’s diaper, and Ichiro was about to wake up. You may have been wearing yourself to the bone carrying for your babies, but you knew them the best out of anyone by now. Every time you anticipated their needs correctly was a happy little victory. You truly felt like you were doing a good job as a mother in those moments.

“Don’t,” you said, poking a finger up at his face.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t be smug. You wanna say ‘I told you so.’”

Genji let a little laughter out. You pouted at him childishly and turned around to seek Sae.

“No! No! Wait!”

Genji followed with a grin. After a few verbal exchanges, you gave in and let him put you to bed. Sae’s wail interrupted him tucking you in. You felt an emotional tug in her direction as Genji left to tend to her.

Genji came back to the doorway after a few seconds.

“What does she need?”

“Diaper.”

“Thanks, Mama.”

And he left. You snuggled into the pillow with a smile. You were a good mom. You felt it.

Genji was a good dad, as well. His presence soothed his kittens to the point of them falling asleep in his arms almost every time. In some cases, they slept more deeply being held than in their cribs. You had a pang of jealousy; they seemed to cry less when he took care of them.

During a checkup for the kittens, Angela casually mentioned that Hanzo’s recovery was going as well as can be expected. Genji tsked at himself for forgetting about his brother. He had been so wrapped up in helping you. Sae needed a feeding, so he dropped her off with you.

“Thank you, Genji. I love you,” you told him, taking the baby girl.

Genji rubbed his cheek on yours, did the same to Sae, and took Ichiro to Hanzo.

Warm tears streamed down Hanzo’s scrunched face. An ugly cry. He felt ugly inside. He inwardly berated himself for not feeling happy for Genji. Instead, he was jealous and resentful. It should have been him that had a mate and two healthy, precious kittens. He was the elder brother. The serious, responsible one. Why was it backwards? It wasn’t fair.

“Hanzo! Do you want to hold Ichiro?”

Genji’s voice interrupted Hanzo’s downward spiral. Hanzo scrambled mentally, pulling walls up. He forced himself to meet Genji’s eyes. Hanzo didn’t like the way his brother was staring into his soul. His pride kept his gaze level, however.

“Sorry, I,” Genji began tentatively, “You seem upset. Hanzo, I can see that. I just thought seeing your nephew might help. He makes me happy. I want to share that.”

Hanzo didn’t expect Genji to consider his feelings and to give him an opportunity to decline Genji’s offer. Since when had Genji grown into a fine young man? No, that wasn’t right. He was 35 and not a young man anymore. Hanzo’s reality shifted under him as he was forced to admit that he was wrong. It was staring at him in the face, his adult brother holding his newborn kitten.

Genji was distracted by his kitten’s face and broke eye contact to look at his child. He frowned slightly, eyes alight with the passion that he would defend his kittens with. And Hanzo wanted to be there by his side to help.

“Let me see him.”

Hanzo lifted his arms slowly. His hands shook with weakness. Genji ignored that and gingerly placed Ichiro into Hanzo’s arms.

“Like this,” Genji murmured, arranging Hanzo’s arms and hands properly around the kitten.

Hanzo was too tired to argue against the indignity of being ‘arranged’. His gaze softened when he looked at Ichiro. He nearly cried anew when he spotted the tiny, down-soft ears folded against his skull. He wished deep in his heart that this was his kitten. Either way, what he saw confirmed his previous resolution. To protect this baby boy and his twin sister with his life.

Swatting the Dragon

Genji hated waiting for the impact of the paddle against his ass. You skimmed the rim of the paddle along a patch of synthetic skin that you hadn’t paddled yet, teasing him for what was to come next. Genji stuck his ass out against the paddle, wanting you to hurry up. He hummed a high-pitched whine.

You stepped closer and reached around his body to grip his cock tightly. You jerked him fast. He stood up on his tip-toes bent backwards, trying to escape the stimulation. Too much, and he would cum.

“No, please!” he begged.

You took your hand away. He relaxed back down, leaning his forehead against the bedpost. Then he looked over his shoulder, giving you shiny, brown puppy eyes.

“Then don’t misbehave.”

You gave him a hard wack in the spot you previously teased. Genji straightened and grunted.

“More, please,” he asked, quietly. Demurely. The difference is night and day when you tie him up compared to his usual, confident self. His wrists bound together and hanging from the top of the post.

“You’ll get more when I decide,” you said.

You caressed him with the edge of the paddle again. He shifted on his feet, still impatient. Half the fun was making him wait between each smack. Making him tremble. Then hitting. Him. As. Hard. As. You. Could.

His pert ass could take it. And if not, it could be repaired.

“AH!” was the lovely sound you heard along with the sharp impact of wood on his firm, rounded butt.

Genji slumped forward to rest his cheek on the bedpost, his thighs shaking. Each hit was a shot to his cock. Throbbing hard and dribbling clear precum. You stepped forward again, flush with his backside. You massaged his poor, stinging skin. Squeezed his cheeks. You lifted his chin with the edge of the paddle. He swallowed.

“More?” you asked.

A silent nod against the paddle.

You teased him in circles with the flat of the paddle this time. “What did you do when I was making coffee on Thursday?”

“I snuck up behind you and scared you.”

Wack! “AH!”

“That’s right.”

“And what did you say when I told you to knock it off…?”

“I said…hah…I said you should work on your ninja skills.”

Whap! “Ngh!”

“And was that wise?” you asked, gently tapping the peak of one of his nicely-rounded cheeks.

“Mmmmmm.” Genji pretended to think about it.

Again, whap!

“The answer is no, Genji." 

"Sorry,” he hissed. His clenched jaw, his bobbing cock. He’s at your mercy. The good boy is holding his orgasm back for you.

“Are you actually sorry?”

You poked the thin edge of the paddle in the cleavage between his cheeks. Genji considered his answer.

“…No,” he settled on.

“Oh.” You jiggled his butt from below with the paddle. “I appreciate the honesty.”

“Do you want to cum?”

He throws his head back and cries, “Yes!”

You give him a surprise wack.

“That was a trick question. You should know that I decide when you cum, not you.”

You unhooked his hands from the post.

“Come here,” you said, leading by his wrists, still bound.

You got onto the bed, pulling Genji on top of you. His cheeks were red and dotted with sweat drops. His eyes hazy. You pulled his wrists further until he had to rest his elbows on either side of your head.

“Kiss me,” you breathed.

Genji immediately pressed his open mouth to yours. Obedience drove his actions, drove his lapping tongue and his pursing lips. Obedience was the key to getting what he wanted.

So when you wrapped your fingers around his cock, Genji fucked your hand, desperate for a release for the pressure building his lower body. You broke the kiss, and his head sagged down. He rapidly panted hot air on your neck.

“Good boy, good boy,” you murmured. You continued to speak encouragement into his ear.

Genji’s pant became low-pitched whines. He leaned forward an inch more and bit into the pillow. His desperation mounted until you spoke the words:

“Be a good boy and cum for me.”

Genji rutted against your hand like a dog against a leg. He arched, ripping the pillow in his teeth. His hips slowed, a thick pool of cum warming your upper stomach.

You had Genji pass you the designated cloth to wipe yourself off. Then you had him lie down to take care of everything else. You cuddled until he fell asleep.

tacticalvisor76:

a/n: i blame the lovely @imagine-this-overwatch for talking about hybrid au’s so i decided to take a wack at writing something small. take my horrible offering and bad writing

Cat hybrids purred, Genji is a cat hybrid, but never once have you heard him purr. The hybrid was too broken, too angry with the world for all the things that had been done to him to care about what was considered the norm for him to do, and what other’s expected of him. 

Genji never makes a peep, as quiet as a mouse whose eyes are always watching you from his claimed spots in your home. Abandoned, broken and with cybernetic parts too expensive to be taken care of while out on the streets, the cat hybrid is closed off and wary of everyone. 

Genji doesn’t purr, but when he does it’s so quiet and out of the blue that you don’t realize it until he’s gotten louder. Curled into your side in a tight of a ball as possible, his mismatched ears moving subtly, while his tail moved in a lazy back and forth motion. 

Pushing his head to hide his face in the hollow of your neck and shoulder a silent way of asking you not to look at him, but wanting to be close. Closing your eyes you let Genji purr in peace, invading your space until he was laying on top of you. 

Cat hybrids purred, Genji is a cat hybrid, but now you’ve heard him purr you wanted to hear it again. 

The Sleeping Dragon

Based on @imagine-this-overwatch ‘s HC that Genji talks in his sleep

Your relationship with Genji was young. It was long-distance. Still, you had Genji stay at your small apartment when he was visiting. Then he ended up sleeping in your bed because your sofa was too small. You worried it was too fast, but having your warrior boyfriend next to you at night was heavenly. You were safe; you fell asleep faster.

Each night, Genji removed several pieces of his armour and his ribbon. He pulled on socks to keep the bottoms of his feet from catching on and tearing the sheets. He didn’t need blankets, so you pulled them all to your side of the bed. It was weird, but it worked for both of you.

One night, a quiet moan interrupted your descent into unconsciousness. You rolled over to face the ninja despite only seeing a slim shape in the darkness.

“Genji?”

“Mmmm.”

“Are you awake?”

“Yes,” he replied, but his voice was heavy with sleepiness. He sounded different than normal. He inhaled and exhaled a soft sigh.

“Genji? What are you dreaming about?”

“You.”

His quick honesty spurred you to prod him some more for more information.

“Genji…how much do you like me?”

“You know this. You know I love you.”

His reply was blunt, bordering on scolding. Like he told you this already, and you forgot. He hadn’t. It stunned you for a minute.

Giddy, you decided to gently poke and prod some more for specifics. Like when exactly he realized he loved you. It took a lot of questions, because most of the answers were one-worded or heavily accented gibberish. You pieced together that it was the first time you made dinner.

Since you cooked, Genji had to remove both pieces covering his face in order to eat. This was the first time removing the bottom piece. He observed you as you both ate, slyly, trying to gauge your reaction. He wasn’t as slick as he thought, and you saw him peeking at you in an uncharacteristically silent manner. You cupped your hand to his cheek with such a loving smile, that he fell for you right then and there.

You weren’t ready to return his words just yet, but you had a strong hunch the moment would happen soon.

You woke the next morning nervous. You knew Genji’s secret, and you weren’t ready to bring it up yet. You got up to make breakfast and keep your mind busy. Genji slept in. He had a mission the previous day and needed more rest.

Genji’s feet slapping against the floor interrupted your cooking.

“Morning,” you sang to him.

“Morning,” he said groggily.

He walked up behind you to look over your shoulder at what you were making.

“Some for me?” he asked hopefully.

You leaned back against him.

“Duh! Why wouldn’t I make you some?”

Genji put his arm around your stomach and kissed you.

“Did I ever tell you how I love you?” he purred, still close.

Your hearted fluttered nervously.

“I love you, too,” you smiled.

please hear me out… genji who knows his sister takes sleeping pills and secretly ups her doseage so he can have her all night long. he hopes to get her trained and addicted in her sleep, but it’ll still probably shock and maybe even terrify her when she finds out what he’s been doing to her. :3c

1800areyouslapping:

Sister!reader’s starting to think that her sleeping pills are having very odd side effects on her body. She never wakes up in the same position that she was when she fell asleep. She even wakes up in different clothes sometimes. And the clothes that she fell asleep in, on occasion, go missing (Genji ripped them in the heat of the moment and had to have them tossed, or he keeps them as a souvenir). She’s often sore when she wakes and has bruises. She thinks she must be sleepwalking, even if none of the staff say they see her do such a thing when she questions them. 

She still thinks that’s whats causing all her bruises and her losses and changes of clothes, so to prove that she’s right she sets up a camera one night so that she can see for herself. When she watches back the footage in the morning she’s horrified and disgusted. She was wrong; so wrong. It’s her big brother roughly tossing her around like a rag doll, rudely holding her down, digging his fingers into her skin, fucking her hard and fast. 

My Beautiful Girl Ch 3

You and your father met in secret regularly to satiate your incestuous desires now. Not on the same day every week. No, your schedules wouldn’t allow that. Plus, that was cliche and foolish if you wanted to hide goings-on.

Genji loved to play with you. Every touch elicited a reaction. Panting, “Daddy,” or “fuck,” or a cute whine. Plus adorable squirming while two fingers were two knuckles deep, stroking a spot deep inside, previously unknown to you.

“That’s unfair,” you protested with just your voice. Your body was in complete disagreement. Your cunt was clenching at his fingers and your thighs stretched open.

“Quiet, your daddy knows best,” he said not unkindly, and he went back to sucking on your neck.

Genji had you pinned against the cold, tiled wall in a stall in the communal showers. Your back had long-since heated the tile. The water was running to cover the telling sound of your father pulling his fingers out to shove in three at once. He chased your orgasm until you arched your back away from the wall and pushed at his chest with your palms. He let you catch your breath, then you looked down at the floor to step down. You thought you were done, as you hadn’t made love since that time in Japan at your former apartment. Your father never took things further, and you were comfortable with that.

The way Genji dragged his gaze up and down your body told you differently this time. You wanted more, too, but you were too nervous to ask. As if being penetrated here would alert everyone in the base to what you were doing like they had a sixth sense for immoral activity.

“Did you get birth control from Angela like Daddy told you?” he asked. His voice was husky with anticipation like a blade being dragged against stone.

“Uhuh.” You nodded vigorously to make up for your lack of comprehensible words.

“Good girl.”

Without warning, he lifted you up with one arm around your waist. He used his other hand to quickly line his cock up and thrust inside. It was still a bit of a stretch, so you threw your head back and cried, “Daddy!”

You were too loud, so Genji had to fix that. He kissed you, hard. He sucked on your bottom lip as a signal to open up. He was moving slowly inside you, so your mouth dropped open anyway. While you were in heaven from being full, so full, of your daddy’s cock, Genji was trying not to think too hard.

That if you were on birth control now, and also his daughter, that you could easily be sleeping with other men. He wrapped his arms tighter around your shoulders as if he could keep you all to himself just by holding you. The other issue that nagged him was that this couldn’t possibly last forever. Surely you would find someone your own age to date. That thought spurred punishing thrusts that obliterated any rational last thoughts you may have had. You desperately squeezed your thighs around Genji’s waist.

You pulled away from the kiss to let out a shrill moan, and that snapped him back to reality. He stopped fucking you to arrange your arms around his neck.

“Hold on.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He took hold of your hips to control his thrusts. To make more precise strikes at your core. You lay back against the wall to enjoy the steady ride to completion. To enjoy bouncing on your daddy’s lap, with your daddy clinging to you for the closeness he craved and wished to give you. He moaned low and quiet, and you clenched around his cock. Cumming would be so easy, you just didn’t want this to end too soon.

The gritty scuff of a boot against the tiled floor outside the shower stall alerted you both to at least one other person in the bathroom. It was supposed to be deserted at this hour. Muffled conversation told you it was at least two people.

You tensed up, your cunt constricting around your father’s cock. The sudden surge of pleasure caught him off-guard.

“Ngh.” Genji held his orgasm back.

You shut your mouth tight like you’re sure your father wanted. You didn’t recognize the voices, it was too muffled.

Your father jerked his hips, going deeper. The base of his cock stretched you a bit further, and he came deep inside. He exhaled against your neck. His shoulders rose and fell with his breathing. He then bit into you with just with front teeth and pinned you tighter against the wall.

The two people lingered outside. Your core echoed your tension, clutching around Genji’s length. No matter, he only rolled his hips. He ground his pelvis into your clit, driving whines out of your mouth. He put his palm over your lips before you got any louder.

Genji pushed you bit-by-bit towards the edge. Your orgasm overwhelmed your being, and by the time your senses returned, there was silence outside the stall.

At long last your father allowed you some mercy, lowering your feet to the floor. He brought your forehead to his lips with a hand on the back of your head.

“Forgive your father. He has a weakness for almost being caught. We should not do that again in such a public place.”

“Yes, ‘Tousan.”

As much as you were disappointed to hear that, because the thrill of public fucking on top of the ultimate thrill of being on the end of your daddy’s dick, you had the niggling feeling that your unique relationship could end at any moment. Whether it would be because you’d be discovered and separated, or Genji coming to his senses and pushing you away. You were hoping obedience would stave this off.

So if your father said no more sex in the showers, then no more sex in the showers.

The two of you shared lingering, loving kisses and then conveniently cleaned yourselves using the shower.

“So who do you think it was?” you asked your father. “I didn’t recognize one of the voices.”

The stranger turns out to be your uncle, Hanzo. He looks so different from Genji, not just because he barely has any scars on his intact body. The quiet love for life that your father has is dimmed in Hanzo’s eyes. This, in contrast to his loud, commanding voice. Not quite as booming as Reinhardt’s, but he demands just as much respect when he speaks. You give him that respect. He’s not unkind to you and keeps you at a distance at first.

You charm your way past Hanzo’s defences. You have all the charisma of your father and lack all the negative associations that make Hanzo push his brother away. Hanzo is pleased to teach you how to handle a bow, and he’s even more pleased when he sees you holding the bow with an excited grin.

Genji should be immensely proud of you for getting along with Hanzo and happy that right now, you are being a link between the two brothers. Almost like a real family. But something about it eats at him. Riles him up. Genji found himself keeping mental notes of where your uncle was in relation to you. Hanzo being in the same room as you raised his hackles. Genji is aware of the change in himself. He hides it well from you and instead takes it out on your cunt. Hammers it with his hand over your mouth to stifle your screams. He only does this when Hanzo is off-base, just to be safe.

Hanzo sets to work right away, and Genji keeps you almost constantly full of his cum in the meantime. You welcome this rough, but less loving, type of fucking. You equate it with fatherly approval. Every time Genji comes undone while inside you, you feel loved and connected to your father. Your uncle’s face starts appearing in the back of your mind as you and Genji continue to fuck in secret. Hanzo is a beautiful man, so it only enhances the pleasure you feel. Genji has to clamp his hand tighter around your mouth.

Hanzo comments on the marks around your mouth when he next returns to the watchpoint the next day. Your face sets ablaze in embarrassment, and you make up a flimsy excuse. Hanzo hums, disbelieving, but he drops the subject. He has become a protective uncle to you. He pulls you close to place a kiss in your hair, then lets go. He’s just worried about you hurting yourself.

You revel in his affection, but the closer you get to Hanzo, the more worried you are that he will somehow find out about your and Genji’s secret.

Adding to your worries, Dr. Ziegler says she has serious news for you at your next appointment. Your father doesn’t have to come with, but he sees the dread in your expression. He needs to take care of his little girl.

Dr. Ziegler smiles sadly when she sees that Genji is with you.

“I’m glad you brought support. You know we’re all here for you,” she says. “You’re pregnant.”

The room spun, and your nausea wasn’t from the pregnancy. You reached for your father’s hand for comfort, for an emotional anchor. Genji moved his hand away, and you knew that was it. He was your father, no longer your daddy.

The next few days were awkward. You saw your sadness reflect in your father’s eyes. He often stared into space, silent, when normally he would chat with you. You watched him, scared to interrupt. He would come to the conclusion that you shouldn’t continue your trysts anymore. There was a serious consequence, but neither of you expected pregnancy. The birth control failed.

After three days, Genji announced your fate:

“I’m taking you back to Japan, Beautiful.”

He used your favourite nickname, but again, this was it. You sniffled and wiped your tears away, trying to be a big girl for your father. You took the flight there together, leaning against each other. You bundled up your jacket to use as a pillow and fell asleep on his shoulder to get some rest from your grief.

You woke, groggy, when the plane touched down. You lifted your head from Genji’s shoulder.

“The other flight is in a few hours,” Genji tells you gently.

He gets up, grabs his bag from the overhead bin, and leaves the plane. You follow, the wheels in your head turning.

You didn’t know this was a stopover flight. You hadn’t paid attention, just blindly obeyed your father and got on the plane. The logic followed then that this flight stopped halfway, in the US. You tried to ask for more details.

“’Tousan-”

“Come,” he ordered, firm but without edge.

Your chin fell towards your chest, and you followed his feet as they walked. He led you to what you assumed would be somewhere to eat.

“It is good that we have different last names. No one will be suspicious,” he said just loud enough for you to hear.

You looked up to see him open the door to a strange building. You followed him inside, curious. He took your hand, grabbing your attention.

“Just say, ‘I do,’ when the officiant looks at you.”

You stopped, the truth hitting you hard. Genji wasn’t breaking off your sexual relationship, he was taking you to Vegas to marry you.

black-jean-grey replied to your post “(1/3) I have been thinking about Daughter!Reader to Genji. But instead…”

Wait keep this thought train going ��

Alright, alright lemme see what I can do!

Hanzo states that Genji’s daughter, Daughter!Reader, is too much like young Genji. She’s going down a self-destructive path. She needs to know how delusional she is if she thinks she can hold her own against them, in the bedroom and outside of it. Genji agrees, because he’s lived it.

Hanzo is in charge of keeping her tied up and locked inside her room. If she tries to escape, he makes a show of his combat abilities to scare her back in line. If that includes a few bruises and a mild concussion, that’s on her; she shouldn’t be so foolish and try to fight him.

Genji’s the one who has his way with her. Shows her that he was an expert lover before she was even born. He uses all the knowledge he has to give her earth-shattering after earth-shattering orgasms. The kind that bring you to tears after because of the emotions welling up in you. He encourages her to cry, tells her that it’s good for her. lol u could call this ‘sexual healing’

It makes sense to me that two Shimadas would be needed to control one. They team up to teach Daughter!Reader proper discipline. To be an obedient slave in the house. She has to work hard instead of charming whatever she wants out of everyone. She has to clean the house and learn to cook. This extends to her servicing them in the bedroom and in general providing her body to them when they want to use it. In return for being good, they bring her small presents.

I think an interesting ending to this is one night they’re fucking her so hard that her dragon manifests to help defend her. Maybe she escapes then.

Could you please write HCs for how Genji/Lucio/Reinhardt and how they might help/deal with an s/o who has a bad habit of bottling up their issues until they get irritable or cry for a mini meltdown? I do this. ._. I need comfort.

imagine-this-overwatch:

c r i e s I need comfort now too

Genji:

  • He’ll hold your hand real tight when he notices you’re getting pretty stressed out.
  • He’ll always try to sneak you somewhere private so you can cool down. He’ll gently stroke your back and tell you to just let it all out, it’s okay.
  • He constantly urges you to vent to him when you need to. If something upset you, he is willing to sit back and listen. Or, if not him, he offers to refer you to Zenyatta for help as well. 
  • Seeing you bottle things up reminds him too much of himself when he was in Blackwatch. He remembers how unhealthy and miserable that was for him, and he does not want that for you.
  • When you break down crying, he nearly starts crying himself. It hurts him too much to see you in so much distress.

Lúcio:

  • He does his best to cheer you up. He gives you kisses, rubs your shoulders, offers some relaxing music to listen to. Anything he can do to lessen the edge.
  • When you do have a meltdown, he just holds you tight. He doesn’t shush you or anything, just holds you and lets you get it all out of your system.
  • If he is present, he will make an effort to step in and prevent any issues from stressing you out further.
  • He feels a little sad if you lash out at him due to irritability, but he reminds himself that you’re having a hard time and tries not to take it personally.
  • He will make you a super fatty, big portioned meal that will surely set you at ease. You can taste every ounce of love he poured into that food. 

Reinhardt:

  • He gets extremely protective when you have a meltdown. He’ll hold you tight and shield you from the scary outside world.
  • His first response to finding out the source of your distress is anger. He wants to crush the thing that made you so upset, but he knows what you need most is his comfort.
  • He’ll give you sweet, tickley kisses and pet your sweet head with his big hand.
  • If you’re irritable or snappy, he has no problem leaving you alone. He may leave out a nice home cooked meal for you though. He can’t leave you entirely alone.
  • Prepare for the ultimate spooning at bed time. His large frame keeps you well guarded so you’ll get to sleep feeling safe and secure. It’s a great way to wind down after such a hard time.

Blackwatch Genji finding out he is falling in love with the female reader, and how he deals with it. (Reader likes him back) ~Cherry Anon

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Blackwatch! Genji dealing with the feels

  • He would deny and try to avoid you. But he cherishes those small moments with you so much though. You would notice that he would be pulling away in the friendship, leaving you to seek him out more than he would seek you.
  • Still seeming he enjoyed time with you, you didn’t think much of it.
  • He had seen in your friendship that you were kind and caring towards him. He was slowly falling for your sweetness. He hid his nervousness very well, you almost didn’t notice it at all.
  • He’s so glad that his face plate covers his blush when he talks to you. He wants nothing more than to love you. These feelings really clash with his inner anger and resentment. 
  • The self hatred in himself made him believe that he was unlovable, but how you smiled at him give him a little bit of hope.
  • He’s the type to secretly hug his blankets/roll around in his bed and think about how you looked at him or something you said.
  • The thought of you makes him blush, he hates it and loves it. He wants so much to open up to you, but he doesn’t know how. He wants to fix up his emotional problems so he can be in a health relationship with you.
  • He wouldn’t be the one to confess, he’d be too insecure to say it. But when you tell him, he will be the sweetest you have ever seen him.