Time went on, and Angela put you on pregnancy leave. You had misgivings about being a financial burden while the recall was still relatively recent, but no one mentioned it. You had more immediate happenings, anyway. Your stomach got bigger. It wasn’t firm like the big bellies you’ve seen in ads for pregnancy lotions; it was jiggly. But not too big that you couldn’t just put on your stretchier or looser clothes. Everyone knew you were pregnant, anyway. Such changes weren’t going to surprise them. You still trained every day, but not before standing in front of the mirror and shaking your extra fat or finding a surprise pimple on your face.
Genji sat you down one day and explained that he wanted you to take it easier. He was quite serious, and you agreed, seeing how much it meant to him. You did solo training, for recruits. It was laughably easy. At first, it bruised your ego. You considered increasing the intensity, but you found yourself tiring earlier than expected. Fatigued, even. You blamed the growing baby and took up napping at midday.
Your naps had the side-effect of summoning your partner to the bed. You woke one day with Genji sleeping loosely curled with his face stuffed between the bed and your stomach. His knees were tucked towards his chest, and lately, he hadn’t been kicking you in the face as much. It tugged at your heartstrings to see the assassin like this. If only this was a nightly occurrence, and he didn’t leave on multitudes of missions lately. But this was what you both signed up for when you joined Overwatch, so you couldn’t argue.
He would probably leave again soon. The impending loneliness was ruining the mood, so you distracted yourself by toying with Genji’s toebeans. You held his foot with one hand and squeezed the pads with the other. You gently forced the claws out and reveled in the slight shiver at how close your face was to something that could cut your skin to ribbons. Then you let go, and the claw disappeared. You had learned that long as you didn’t touch the ticklish area between the green toebeans, Genji wouldn’t stir.
But eventually, he did.
“Why are you so obsessed with my feet,” Genji wondered, yawning and rolling over. You protested his foot leaving your grasp.
“You’re the only one with toebeans, and I get to touch them!” you said, smiling. You frown. “Unless Hanzo…?”
“He does not. He has a set of normal toes. It was Winston who suggested they be installed, actually.”
“Smart dude.”
Genji got off the bed to retrieve his faceplates.
“I must go,” he said. “I am needed…”
Genji kept talking, giving you the gist of his next mission, but it went in one ear and out the other. Where he went wasn’t important, because it would not be here. You sat up and watched him attach his swords to his back, thinking, Why don’t you stay? Why can’t you stay? Knowing full well why Genji couldn’t.
He returned to the bed to say his goodbye. He softly kissed your forehead, with a hand behind your head. His hand lingered for a few more moments when he pulled away.
“Stay safe, that is all you need to do.”
You could only watch him leave, having the urge to grab his wrist and tell him, “You spend too much time away.” Now was not the appropriate time. The man, your partner that had become your rock walked out the door to leave for another mission.
You couldn’t mope around in your room alone for long. You were restless. The training andthe subsequent nap left you ravenous.
You couldn’t eat most of the food in the kitchen. Everything had an overwhelming smell, and your stomach turned so often that you weren’t sure which foods turned you off and which didn’t. You were at a loss at what to do. You felt vulnerable and lonely, so one day you just showed up at Winston’s lab while most of the other agents were out doing other things. Winston stayed behind under the guise of needing to do digital paperwork, among other things, but you suspected he wanted to tinker by himself.
He placed an old, large pillow in one of the giant tires he usually sits in, so you could lounge in it like a beanbag chair. It turned out to be a good arrangement for the both of you to hang out in Winston’s lab. You could stomach his bananas, and he used you as an excuse to eat more peanut butter instead.
“I have to leave the pregnant woman something to eat,” he told Athena, placing the bunch of bananas in your lap and picking up a jar of peanut butter.
You quietly chewed a soft chunk of banana, listening to them bicker. You were less lonely. You spent your time either listened to Winston attempting to explain the science behind something or checked the internet for information on raising your baby (you conveniently forgot about the birthing process). Still, you missed Genji’s clingy, protective presence. He was frequently sent on stealth missions with Hanzo, and you worried that a high-stress situation would not help their relationship. You swallowed the food in your mouth.
“I’m worried about how they’re getting along out there.”
“Hm?”
You blinked, realizing you put no context to what you said. “Genji and Hanzo. They argued about my being pregnant. Hanzo was completely against it. Not like he can change the fact,” you said, rolling your eyes at Hanzo’s stubbornness.
“I wouldn’t worry. If they fight, well…cats have nine lives.” You wrinkled your nose at the terrible joke. “Although, in the case of Genji, maybe eight.”
“Oh, god,” you groaned, while Winston chuckled at his own jokes.
You pondered asking Winston about any details he might know about Genji’s status of cat-man that you didn’t. You hadn’t been comfortable asking Hanzo. It never came up in casual conversation. It seemed just accepted.
“…Hey, Winston?”
He grunted.
“Can you tell me anything Genji and Hanzo…being cat dudes?’
"I’m a little busy right now. However.” He sifted through the holopads on the side of his workspace. He tossed you one, which you thankfully caught before it hit you in the face. Score one for your training! “Athena can play you some entries from the former Blackwatch medic, Moira O’Deorain. It’s not much, but I can tell you more when I’m free.”
You agreed to ask him again another time and pressed play on the holopad.
“Captain’s log, stardate 73.01.13.” Dr. Deorain pauses to chuckle herself. “Whoever listens to this most likely won’t get the reference. Back to the topic at hand. Subject 25, also known as Blackwatch Agent Genji Shimada, is a genetic puzzle which eludes a solution. For now.
"My current hypotheses are as follows: One: the Shimada family are descendants of some large cat-human hybrid that evolved concurrently with modern humans. Although, their ability to produce healthy offspring with modern humans is nothing short of a miracle if that is correct,” the doctor mutters to herself.
“Two: someone in the past was dabbling in genetic splicing generations before their time, and I will be the one to uncover the evidence. Three: and this is highly unlikely, it is magic just as the commander says, and Subject 25’s status defies scientific explanation. The commander is allowing me to examine the subject tomorrow. I’ll know more then.”
Huh. You played the next one and skipped to the part about Genji.
“…Subject 25 purposefully avoided eye contact the entire time he was in my laboratory. The commander warned me of the subject’s foul temper, but Subject 25 did not hinder my examination of him at all. I took a few samples from the subject’s body. The only reaction my actions received was the subject watching my hands at work. Perhaps he liked my nail polish.”
You skipped ahead again.
“…I disagree with the number of nanites present in the samples. It’s clearly overkill, but that was always one of Dr. Ziegler’s failings. No one in charge is smart enough to realize it. The subject is in otherwise good health.”
You’re not sure what to make of that entry, so you play the next one.
“…The genetic material in the samples from Subject 25 is stubbornly normal. There isn’t even any evidence of tampering by the nanites. I need a more invasive sample. It’s too bad the subject’s feline features are no longer present on the body. I would have liked to examine and collect samples from those.”
Wow, what a cold way to refer to Genji’s missing ears and original tail.
“Using the first words he has spoken to me, Subject 25 refused to consent to have any more samples taken. He also bruised my wrist in the process. When I approached him, the commander wasn’t any help with my problem. He actually suggested I approach the good Dr. Ziegler to get what I needed. The subject trusts her more.” Dr. O’Deorain tutted. “I didn’t realize the commander had a sense of humour.”
“There are no more mentions of a Subject 25 or Agent Shimada in former Agent O’Deorain reports,” Athena stated after the last entry finished playing.
Winston sighed.
“She refused to believe that some things can’t eventually be broken down into understandable parts,” he said. “I think a few unexplained mysteries keeps you humble.”
“Ohhh, that’s wise, Winston.”
“Thank you!”
You yawned. Winston turned to observe you.
“Tired? Maybe time for a nap?”
“No,” you said. Weakly waving the suggestion off. “I’m fine for a bit.”
You jerked awake. You knew you should have listened to Winston. Your neck was sore from sleeping on Winston’s tire, and you groaned in irritation.
“Sorry, did I wake you?”
Genji’s clear, but accented, voice gave chased out the last of your drowsiness. He had been brushing the sensitive pads on the underside of his fingers against your face while you were sleeping. Your cheeks were unbelievably soft to him. When he cupped his entire hand to your cheek, the shock of the cold metal woke you.
“Good. You’re awake,” said Winston from his nearby desk. “Maybe he can take you back to your real bed.”
Not a bad idea, but you had to do something first. You exclaimed his name and waved him in closer. You hugged him as tight as you could without hurting your bigger boobs on his chest plates. Then you squeezed his head to your chest and kissed the top of his helm. When you let go, he said, “I missed both of you.” He pecked your tummy.
Which pricked and made you jump. Genji had been away so long that he was growing facial hair in between his scars. You grabbed his face and inspected him.
“Could ya shave?”
You thumbed the bald patches between the wiry, black hair. His skin was soft from being protected by his face plates all the time. Genji pouted and reached for the plate that covers his mouth. It lay nearby.
“No, no. It’s cute. Just… you’re like a cactus right now.”
The way that he quickly brought his hand back and gave you a small smile told you that he wasn’t really hurt by your suggestion to shave.
Now that Genji was back with you, everything was better. It was time to stop moping. You wiggled on the tire and stuck out your hand.
“Help me up, please?”
You asked, and he readily agreed, to get some cuddle time in back at your shared room. You walked side-by-side down the hall, with you glancing at his hair-covered chin. It was so weird. Plus, and you didn’t notice this before because he usually kept his helm on, but the edges of his hair were salt and pepper.
“What?” he asked, looking at you.
“You’re graying!”
Genji reflexively started petting his fledgling beard.
“Not even Hanzo is grey yet,” you said.
Genji sighed sadly. “Yes.”
“You wanna look like Hanzo?”
“Maybe he would stop glaring at me if I did,” he joked.
You couldn’t help your face falling to sadness.
“I’m sorry things are like this between you.”
“Thank you, but I am handling it for now,” he said. He squeezed you momentarily to his side with an arm around your waist. He stopped to face you, and you stopped with him. “Look, I’ll put my visor so I don’t poke you…”
“But then I have to do this.” You pulled his face down until your nose bumped the metal. “So I can see your eyes.”
He blinked, his skin and eyes neon green from the glass covering them.
“Staring contest!”
You frowned deeply. You wanted to win, but Genji was a competitive man. His tail twitched back and forth behind him. You took your hands from his visor, slowly, stealthily reaching down. He wouldn’t expect this betrayal from his own lover. You swiftly took his hands and put his palms to your pregnant belly. He couldn’t resist and glanced down. You shouted and stomped a victory dance down the hallway.
“You cheated,” he deadpanned.
“I wasn’t gonna win otherwise,” you replied, unrepentant.
You let Genji catch up to you, and you both continued walking.
“So Winston told you were asking about me?” he asked.
“Yeah, he gave some reports from some Dr. O’Deorain.”
“Why did you not ask me?”
“You weren’t here.” You tried to keep your tone perky; you weren’t trying to guilt him. You took his hand in yours.
“I know,” he said, sounding sad despite your effort. “And Moira was not a doctor. I heard from McCree years later a rumour that no university would give her a doctorate. I am not surprised. While I was a part of Blackwatch, she tried to stimulate my knot without permission.” Genji growled, and his tail whipped to the side in anger.
Genji would make Hanzo’s punishment last for as long as possible. Switching from fucking sister!reader slow and shallow to quick and deep. Genji using his stamina to make sure Hanzo gets an eyeful of his brother filling his sister up, all while making sure Hanzo doesn’t touch his jumpy, messy cock. All Hanzo has to do is just sit there, keep his hands to himself, and look pretty like a good boy, and only if he’s a good boy will daddy dom Genji make sure to reward him for his discipline. If Hanzo can manage not to cum, cause with the way his cock is looking it looks like it might not need to be touched for him to bust, Hanzo can even choose how he’d like to receive his reward.
a/n: ask and you shall receive anon. i wanted to read more when i woke up from my nap, but i realized that i’m the one typing it and just said a very quite ‘oh’. sory that it’s short. :v
reader’s gender in this short is female. sorry about that, i need to work on practicing how to write gender neutral sex. or just nsfw content in general since it’s not my strong point.
a/n: so apparently i can’t write a scenario, but i sure as heck can apparently write hc’s for blackwatch!genji & reader who has a friend with benefits relationship.
i’ll see if i can hunker down later and write a scenario since i crave that nsfw and Genji catching feelings. got a tad bit nsfw-ish so i slapped it under a tag jic.
a/n: didn’t think that i was up for writing anything today, but looks like i wanted to write some hanahaki au for my boy Genji.
It’s sad, that’s all you can think or feel when you see those bright little yellow primroses that you cradled so delicately in the palm of your hand. Laughter was all that came as a result, hurting you as you did so. More pain wracked your already weak form, making breathing even more of a task when more flowers forced their way from your lungs, up your throat and out of your mouth.
You couldn’t handle the pitying look you were given. Another person is going to be lost to Hanahaki.
It’s sad, just how much you care about him. Someone who looks for love in others and then moves onto the next. How many people had he caused to perish from those unreturned feelings?
Genji Shimada, you’d fallen for him so quickly the youngest heir to the Shimada Clan slipped through your defense, pulling your heart and seeing how vulnerable he was when he was not with someone connected to the clan. It made his death hurt even more, as that is when those little blooms tried to suffocate you.
Primroses.
The meaning behind those flowers hurt. I can’t live without you. How sad. How cruel. How tragic. How such a beautiful little bloom with such a heavy meaning behind it, will be the ending to your life. What’s even funnier is that you love these little blossoms. These small harbingers of your own demise.
It was hard, but when you made the choice to remove these feelings, it hurt but it needed to be done. Genji is gone and you had to move on, even if it meant that you would lose these feelings you cared so dearly for. You save some of the blooms, wanting to remember these feelings. To show how real they were even after they were removed.
A reminder of your love for Genji.
Ten years later, you learn that Geji is still alive. The cyborg becoming a fixture in your life once again, almost as if he had never ‘died’ it’s only when you see him coughing up ambrosia flowers after admitting his feelings for you that you look to the white blossoms framed in your home did the meaning of his own flowers hurt.
You couldn’t save him if you couldn’t feel anything for him.
I looked up the meaning, and I have a little message for you under the cut:
Genji gets really primal during his rut. He is far more animalistc in nature and relies more on impulse and instinct rather than logic.
Just say the word go and he’ll be on you in seconds. It’s hard to get him to stop though, but when you’re in heat it’s highly unlikely you want him to. If you ever do want him to slow down though, just grab him behind the neck and give him a tug.
The mating press is his favorite position. ;3c He’ll hold you down with his entire body and his weight and keep you from wriggling by keeping his teeth on your throat. He never bites too hard, it’s just a means of keeping you still through the threat of biting.
Boi honestly gets pretty damn high off your scent. Rolling around in the bed like a cat who hit the nip.
He cums a lot during his rut. Absolutely fills you up so you can have his babies. Of course, if you’re on birth control that won’t happen but damn if the thought doesn’t turn him on.
“You don’t mind if I take some photos of you like this, do you, kitty?” you tease him as your camera goes off.
Genji gurgles in response, though you think it’s more because of the dildo fucking his ass than anything you said. You sit astride his hips, enjoying the feel of his half hard cock spasming within you with every thrust of the machine. The twin sensations make Genji arch his back and strain against his binds with a cry, tears and drool dampening his face and the pillow under his head.
A giggle escapes your lips at the blissed out expression on his face, knowing that no one else would see this side of him. Not this side of him that is so happy to have their mouth jammed open with a spider gag, to be fucked to the point where he can’t articulate a single word. This is the side of him that only uses his bedroom eyes to beg for mercy, this side of him that readily degrades himself for your pleasure and amusement.
His tongue rolls out of his mouth at a particular thrust of the dildo in his ass, mild gags and coughs the only sounds emanating from him as he tries to swallow his saliva so he can breathe. It makes you smile, the confusion and hazy desire in his eyes, and you snap another photo.
“Now trace the alphabet in the air for me, will you?”
Genji starts to show more care and worry about your well being than he did at first. Even going as far as to apologize if he hurts your feelings or notices if you are having a bad day.
Tries to spoil you with treasures in his caves, something that you always turn down whenever he tries to bury you in it.
The first time you saw Genji in his human form you freaked out, then again seeing a handsome naked man in Genji’s cave, where the dragon usually was a surprise.
It was even more of a surprise when the naked man’s face lit up when he saw you, running towards you with open arms and the biggest smile on his face.
Your face was flushed red when the man’s arms wrapped around you. His voice was excited, but you couldn’t understand a word that he was saying at first, but then something dawned on him and you could understand what he was saying.
“[Name], it’s me Genj!”
You couldn’t believe him, the Genji you know from how he talks about humans that he would never become one, but those eyes stopped you.
The scars on the man’s face were similar to the ones that Genji has, and the appearance of the little dragon going ‘meep’ the man laughed before he spoke.
“Soba, [Name] doesn’t believe me. Help me out.” Soba ‘meeped’ at you, crawling from Genji’s shoulder onto yours to ‘meep’ some more.
Genji’s face came closer towards your own, your face heated up the closer this came towards yours.
“Do you believe me [Name]? After all, you’re the only other one knows Soba’s name.”
“Yes, yes now get out of my face and put some clothes on!”
One good thing about having Genji for a lover is that he’s usually down for anything your twisted mind comes up with. Like when you instruct him to put on a show for you, he not only goes along with you, but takes it and runs with it for the full nine yards.
How he manages to make the act of stripping out of his sweats and hoodie look so seductive, you have no idea. He tosses the articles of clothing aside, his mask and helm following soon after. Gyrating and moving to the beat of the music you have blaring in the background, he secures his favourite dildo to the chair in between your legs and smirks at you.
“No touching,” he says breathlessly, unlatching his crotch guard. It’s a hell of a request, but you did ask him to put on the show, and so you grip the seat under you.
His cock bounces out, already half hard and leaking. It doesn’t need his touch to thicken, only your gaze and the prospect of what he’s going to do for you. Genji moans and sits on your lap, grinding his erection against the silicon dildo and teasing you with fleeting touches of his wandering hands. Lube is snatched up, opened, and drizzled over both his cock and the dildo. He slicks both cocks up with his hands and by sliding them together, the resulting sound making you swear at him.
He laughs, kisses you, and taunts you as he starts to work on spreading his ass. Didn’t you wish you could touch him, wish you could drive him insane through fucking him? Dirty fantasies start to spill from his lips as he decides he’s ready for the dildo, as he angles the tip into his hole. Bit by bit, he descends upon the thick cock, his voice turning breathier with every inch that disappears inside him.
But by now, you’re starting to lose your patience. In one swift move, you have one hand around the back of his neck and the other clamping down on his hip. He gasps in surprise, his body already struggling, but you mercilessly yank him down until his ass meets the chair under you and his balls are pressed flush against your crotch. Genji lets out a strangled scream and arches his back at the sudden flash of pleasure and pain, and croaks out a ‘why’.
With a smirk, you claim his lips and start to force him to ride you. You can go along with his little game another time, right now, you want to destroy his hole.
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