You smirked softly as you fiddled with the tech you’d stolen from sombra’s database, capturing her was juvenile, Overwatch needed your finesse and now you were here, running it better than Morrison ever could with respect and power, the only thing is. . you lack something else. Something all your hard work could never get you, when he smiled at her, thanked her for healing, hugged her… you burned with envy and pain. You loved Genji Shimada, but his heart belonged elsewhere, and at first you thought you could handle it, you’d done everything to get over him. Fuck his brother, fuck his friends, asked Reinhardt and Ana for advice on how to get over loving someone you could never have and for a while it worked, barely but it numbed the pain that never really did stop… Until that night. She walked down the hall with her perfect blonde hair and stupid curves, smiling and bragging about the gifts Genji brought her. You knew what you had to do.
You spent all night hacking into his system, something Angela could never detect during a routing physical of his tech, and now you were ready to command him. You summoned him to your room and no later than you pressing enter on the command did he walk in, eyes glowing a soft green as he made his way to your desk, eyes lidded as he leaned in and kissed you deeply, your lips curling into a smirk as he pulled you in closer, lifting you so that your legs could wrap around him as his lips and tongue went to work on yours, until they made their way to your neck, kissing and sucking lovingly as you moaned and whimpered in pleasure.
“G..Genji~!” He whimpered as he placed you on the desk, grinding against you with a growl as he tore your top open eagerly. The tech was working, you couldn’t help but smirk and moan louder when Angela walked by, her eyes in shock as Genji spread your legs.
“I love you…” He said softly, those three words catching Angela’s ears before she stormed off, you getting the last smirk in before his tongue went to work, making you weak, toes curled and back arched.
“G..genji…”
“What, you think my system can be overridden?” He smirked, his eyes turned a glowing red as he unlatched his bottom armor, pulling his throbbing erection out, “Lets teach you a lesson on why we shoudn’t mess with people’s heads.”
a/n: here you go anon! i feel like i didn’t hit everything you asked for in your request, but i was pretty happy with what i typed out so i hope that you enjoy it!
Genji’s heart absolutely breaks when he hears that first tearful wail claw it’s way past your lips, the broken sobs and pauses in your breathing from crying have him wrapping you up in his arms in no time. The soft, soothing shushing, and hand running through your hair and the slight back and forth rocking that follows after he pulls you into his lap.
Letting you hide your face against his form, it’s now that Genji wishes his body was a little bit kinder to lean against, but he just holds you close. Helping you to calm down, and wiping away the tears that slipped from your eyes while you calmed down.
Removing his mask from his face, Genji placed his forehead against yours while you regained control of your breathing, and using your sleeve to wipe your nose and tears.
“I’m sorry.” your voice is broken, quite and shaky from crying. If it is possible for someone to hold you closer, then Genji does and presses kisses all over your face.
“You never have to apologize for crying. Never.” Genji’s voice is firm, and he holds you close for as long as he feels is okay to keep you tucked against his body before he deems it time to cuddle in the bed. Something that gets a laugh and a small smile out of you, that just lights up Genji’s world and he cannot resist the urge to give you another small kiss.
The ethereal white tiger laid curled around you, the warmth that came from the tiger is equal to the light and floaty feeling that accompanied being so close to him like this. A happy sigh, you pressed your face against the tiger’s soft fur, breathing in sync with the rise and fall of the tiger’s chest.
Waking up you would find yourself curled up in the arms of a handsome young man, whose eyes are closed, a smile on his face and happy mumbling (or purring you’re still not sure) while his face moved back and forth on your chest, with his hands kneading your back.
You couldn’t help but laugh. Loving the way you’re over cuddly lovers house cat like qualities would often appear at the funniest of moments. Placing a kiss on the side of his lips, tracing them with your finger afterward before you nuzzled your nose against his, just enough for those beautiful eyes of his to open up.
“Mmm? Time to get up?” Genji asked, that sleepy tone making his voice sound like music to your ears.
“No sweetie, let’s stay like this a little bit longer,” you replied, wrapping your arms around him enough to tell him that the two of you would get up a little bit later, for now, just warmth and cuddles.
Genji stood in your room like a black and red demon about to haunt you. It actually wasn’t as bad as it looked. He had permission to be there. You were snoozing again. Honestly, that’s how he preferred you. Silent. That’s how he preferred anyone, lately. He liked you just fine; he just didn’t want to talk right now.
In his metal hand, he held a bag of konpeito. Genji wanted to repay you for being a good friend to him. Konpeito had good memories for him. His mother used to give them to Hanzo every once in a while to make him smile. That started his weakness for sweets, Genji supposed. He liked konpeito, just not as much as Hanzo did. Genji hoped you smiled like Hanzo when you found the bag.
Genji was trying to decide where to leave the candy, and he didn’t notice that his nervousness made his cybernetic hand slowly ball into a fist. The bag exploded, whole and crushed pieces of the candy raining all over the floor. Damn! He just knew he shouldn’t have bothered. Genji scanned the floor, trying to decide what to do next. How silly he would look, trying to clean up the mess if you woke up soon. And how foolish.
Ahhhh, fuck! He got so frustrated, he left.
“Genji…?” He heard as he was a few steps from your room. Bah, he could find you later. Then, “OW!! …WHAT THE FUCK?!”
He ducked his head, turning red. He left you the candies to step on. He picked up the pace, half-jogging down the hallway.
It was your birthday, and your older brothers took you out to the club to celebrate. To a VIP room with all of Genji’s most charming and fun friends.
Hanzo was doing his best to relax with a drink his hand. He sipped it, but clearly, his mind was elsewhere. Genji was talking to the person seated to next to him or texting on his phone. Both wore slick attire, with button up shirts just tight enough to show off the muscles from regular training. Hanzo let his lovely, black hair down from its tie, which you played with, running it through your fingers and giggling, with a light blush dusting your cheeks. Hanzo returned your smile faintly; it was contagious You were a few drinks in and feeling attractive in your dress. This wasn’t the best time you ever had, but you were glad to be out of the house and with your brothers. One on either side, and they never left. It was sweet.
“Hanzo, I don’t feel so well. Did I drink too much?”
One look at your dangerously drooping eyelids, and he went stiff in alarm. He grabbed his brother’s sleeve.
“Genji! Something’s wrong!”
Genji also looked you over. Then he turned and sneered at his friends.
“Alright, who drugged my sister? Did you think I would not notice?!”
He quickly rose from his seat and growled at all of them to get out. It was time to take you home, where you would be safe.
Hanzo was cradling your head upright, assuring you that you would be okay. You were with your big brothers.
Genji got up and went to the door. He checked the hallway to make sure everyone else had gone. Then he came back, closing the door quietly behind him.
“They are gone,” he said conspiratorially to Hanzo, a hint of lust in his deepened voice.
Hanzo glanced at you, but you were gone. The roofie was doing wonders. Even if you heard Genji, it was too late. Hanzo hummed lazily, nuzzling your neck. He inhaled your feminine scent, a mix of your body wash, hair products, and your personal odour from your hair.
You were a heavy ragdoll, not human at all, but that didn’t deter them. They had their groping and squeezing hands all over you immediately. Genji pinched a nipple, and that drew a quiet whine. They traded looks, and that started the game of how much noise they could get from you without you waking.
They spread your legs and fucked you hard, taking turns and earning them choked whines. Not to the point of cumming. They just wanted to whet their appetite, before sinking their teeth into the soft spots along your body. To inflict bruises. They weren’t terribly worried about being found out right now. They had always wanted to know what little sister felt like, and now was the time. They branded you with bite marks around your neck and shoulders. Fingertip-shaped bruises on your hips, thighs, and ass. By the time they were done with your nipples, you’d think they’d fall off. Biting and pinching hard, making you cry out, girlish and shy-like.
Genji was pounding away at your cunt when Hanzo said, “Think she’s a virgin?”
Genji paused his thrusts.
“Well, considering the white panties we pulled off her–cute!–maybe.”
Hanzo thought of the best idea yet.
“Roll her over onto her side,” he said, making the gesture. “Let’s make her first time a good one.”
Genji pulled out and rolled you over, your cheek smushed against the padding of the couch and your mouth open slightly. Hanzo took his place at your back, Genji at your front.
“You are cruel, Hanzo.” Genji grinned.
Hanzo yanked your dress up farther. He bucked his hips and stuffed his cock in your cunt to gather some of your natural lube. Then Genji replaced Hanzo’s cock with his own, pumping your cunt at his leisure. Hanzo held your cheeks spread with one hand and prodded at your asshole.
You hummed a long protest, sounding a lot like, “Noooooo,” as Hanzo slid inside your tight tunnel. Once he made it as far as he could reach, he lifted your knee.
“How is it?” Genji asked.
“So…tight,” Hanzo groaned.
Genji hummed in reply. He kissed your lips. Then he squeezed open your jaw and stuck his tongue inside your slack mouth. Since he was eighteen, he had wanted to know what it was like to make out with his sister. This wasn’t ideal, but it was still hot.
Hanzo held your body down as they both used you for their pleasure. A tangle of legs as they bounced your limp body on that club couch. Hanzo’s eyes rolled back and his lids dipped. He let his dick guide his pace, sloppily thrusting inside your messy asshole and cheeks.
You started to moan quietly and rhythmically. Genji bit his lip with a smirk.
“What a good sister,” he praised lewdly.
He brought a hand down to tickle your clit, seeing if he could make you cum. The ragdoll came alive then, your back arching a bit. He rubbed harder and harder, painfully, until you arched further, and he felt your virgin cunt clamp weakly around his length.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good,” Genji breathed, squirming with the effort of keeping his orgasm at bay.
“Just finish already,” Hanzo said.
He had already pulled out and was giving your ass a few parting squeezes.
“Fine.”
Genji pounded your poor cunt until he stilled inside, twitching and cumming inside.
They stood up, their flaccid dicks still hanging out of their pants. You lay there, used and stuffed with their cum for them both to admire.
“Hmmm. Why didn’t we cum on her chest?”
“Good question.”
They sat back down to mouth at and grope your body until they could get hard again.
Commission for Anonymous (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*! You’re Genji’s little sister and you’ve been a very bad girl. Using Genji’s bed for your camgirl show and he found out. Now he’s getting you back for it~
Warnings: Noncon, Heavy Dubcon, Sibling Incest, Gang bang, 3k
Full commissions are open. Despite what my AO3 is full of, I do write characters other than Genji. To be absolutely frank, I do prefer Hanzo/Genji/Reaper, I have trouble writing the Junkers, and I am totally willing to write anyone in between.
Rate: $1 per 100 words
You have two options for payment. Option one: use Ko-Fi and purchase 300 words per Ko-Fi. Option two: I will provide my Paypal email in a personal message for an amount of your choosing.
I will write reader-insert comfort, fluff, and smut (including incest and a wide variety of kinks). For examples, my writing can be found on AO3 under the username Demial and here on my tumblr under the tag #my shit. Please send me a message and say hi if you’re interested! I will need the following information to get started:
the main Overwatch character
for NSFW, I will need your gender (female, neutral, DFAB, etc)
any plot details you can give me (the more specific the better or I will write what comes to me)
What I will not write:
Ships
Scat
Vore
Gore
Underage
NSFW or romance for Winston, Orisa, Bastion, or Hammond
If you’re asking for NSFW, I will assume you’re 18 or over. Please don’t ask for it if you’re not. For any questions, please send me a message. I would love to hear from you!
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Will sometimes like to rub it on your lips (really moans if you lick it off his fingers) or on your body.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Has more often jerked himself off to the sound of you pleasuring yourself prior to the two of you becoming a couple and if you learned this his face would be on fire. Then those little noises you would hear would make sense.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Missionary Position is Genji’s current favorite, as his confidence with his body’s current situation is a bit rocky at best when it comes to sex, he really likes being able to see you and give you kisses.
Imagine you’re listening to a nsfw audio with some extra moany boys. Genji, the little shit and also your boyfriend, unplugs your headset and asks “hahah what are you listening to??” And he just hears a really obscene boy moaning and you’re both very embarrassed.
But from then on, you notice Genji gets far more vocal during sex and has no problem moaning like a whore to please you. (And also bug the neighbors because, again, he is a little shit at heart.)
He hasn’t spoken to you in days. Not since he came back from the mission. His eyes are distant, focused on a point in space that only he can see. His motions are calculated and almost robotic, as if Genji Shimada has switched off and his augmented body’s autopilot has been enabled.
He’s like a different person. Not the quick-witted and wry man you had come to care for.
It’s too much for you to handle. You finally confront him. Only it’s as if he’s not there. He stands before you as if he doesn’t even hear you, doesn’t acknowledge your presence. You call for him but the answer is only silence.
“Genji…”
You’ve never done it yourself but you’ve seen him take off the metal mask that covers his face. Leaning up, you slowly graze your fingers across the cold steel, the edges of your fingertips feeling for the subtle indents until you find the right grooves. You press on either side and the mask comes off with a slow puff of air.
He blinks, like a man trying to wake from a deep sleep but there is still cloudiness to his expression. The scars that line his face seem particularly deep today and his eyes are sunken and dark, as if he has not gotten much sleep.
“Genji…” you repeat, expression and tone soft. “What happened?”
He shakes his head, giving no motion to answer except to close his eyes.
You gingerly put his mask down on the table beside you and slowly reach a hand out, cupping his cold, scarred face. Your touch runs up to his cheek, pulling his gaze to meet yours.
“Please. Talk to me.”
His eyes meet yours and there is nothing but distant sorrow and pain.
“It… it was like a nightmare.”
He surprised you by leaning in, pressing his forehead against yours, once again closing his eyes. You feel a bit of the tenseness in his posture releasing.
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